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Viajamos al Nueva York de los años 60 y orbitamos en torno al doble álbum recopilatorio “We’ve got a groovy thing going; the latin soul of Bobby Marin” (Vampisoul). Ahí se recogen un total de 24 piezas de soul latino, boogaloo o latin funk, todas ellas conectadas por aquella figura en las sombras que fue el compositor, productor e intérprete Bobby Marin.Playlist;(sintonía) LA CUCARACHA BRASS “Takin’ over”BOBBY MARIN “Movin’ much too fast”BOBBY MARIN “A groovy thing going”107th STREET STICKBALL TEAM “Rhythm and Soul”BOBBY MARIN and THE LATIN CHORDS feat. SONNY BRAVO “Take a ride”LOUIE RAMIREZ and HIS ORCHESTRA “Lucy’s Spanish Harlem”LOUIE RAMIREZ and HIS ORCHESTRA “Love it up”BOBBY MARIN and THE LATIN CHORDS feat. SONNY BRAVO “Work your show”RICHIE & THE PS54 SCHOOL YARD “Hey Mr. Skyjacker”RICARDO MARRERO and THE GROUP “What I feel”HERBIE OLIVIERI and THE LATIN BLUES BAND “Come live with me”THE GHETTO BROTHERS “Got this happy feeling”LA CREMA “Cisco Kid”OCHO “Undress my mind”LOUIE RAMIREZ “Gimme, take it”Escuchar audio

Today, we are covering the Deerfield School District Scandal. Shepard Middle School, located in Illinois School District 109 in Deerfield, is under heavy fire for forcing middle school girls to undress in front of a biological male. Today's episode will cover the details of what happened in the locker room, how parents like Nicole Georgas reacted, and how the Trump Administration can get involved. Resources Administrators Force Middle School Girls to Undress in Front of Biological Male | Article Illinois Mother Furious After Daughter Allegedly Forced to Share Locker Room with Biological Male | Video… Continue Reading

If sex is a weapon then love is a double homicide.By kittybeaver, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. "Start with the bookshelves." She pointed to the wall next to the fireplace. "Remember, we're looking for a bullet hole or an opening a gun could've been fired through."Tina turned her attention to the wall in front of her, moving her scanner methodically over the wood paneling and around the ornately framed oil paintings. It was her educated guess that the murderer had been in the neighboring office and drilled a hole in the wall."These are some fancy books," Dirk said. Tina looked over her shoulder and saw his head tilted sideways as he read the spines. "They're all hardcovers and absolutely no Harry Potter.""Don't worry about the books." She took one of the paintings off the wall and scanned behind it. "We're looking for something abnormal, something that's just slightly off.""There's something off with the bookshelves," Fact-Tel announced."I knew it," Dirk said. "Who doesn't, at the very least, have Sorcerer's Stone?"Tina placed the painting back on its hook and crossed to the other side of the room. "What did you find, Fact-Tel?""Should I have said Philosopher's Stone?" Dirk asked. "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, that's the metric title, right?""They're not real books," the A.I. said, ignoring Dirk. "It's a false bookcase. The scans are picking up a hollow space behind them.""That is so cool," Dirk said. "What do you think's back there? Pirate's treasure? Porno magazines?"Tina ran her hand around the edge of the bookcase, searching for hinges or a hidden lever. "City Hall is over a hundred years old. It's rumored there are secret passages all through the building, from the base of the Matthias Middle statue on top of the clock tower to the top of that clock statue containing Matthias Middle's bones in the sub-basement. This could be how the killer gained access to the office." She stretched her arm up as far as she could, but even in her high heel boots she couldn't reach the top shelf. "Dirk, feel along the top with your hand. See if you can find a button or something that will open the bookcase."She watched him carefully as he reached his arm up, noting how his T-shirt rode up to reveal his flat stomach and that wispy line of hair that ran from his belly button down into his snug fitting jeans. It was a surprise to feel her tongue peeking out of her mouth and running along her upper lip, as if it too wanted to catch a glimpse of Dirk Allen's happy trail. It seemed every part of her body was proud of his physique.Tina quickly turned, averting the gaze of both her eyes and tongue. "Fact-Tel, how large is the space behind the bookcase?" 'Proud' wasn't the right word for what she felt and she knew it. She needed to stop lying to herself. Her physical attraction to Dirk was a problem, but not nearly as big a problem as her emotional attraction to him. "Could a person conceal themselves there?""Definitely," the computer responded. "If I can analyze the dust and air particles in the space I might be able to tell if someone's been in there recently.""I found something!" Dirk was so excited he nearly shouted. Both his arms were stretched way above his head, his fingers curling over the top edge of the bookcase."Is it a button?" Tina asked, remembering to keep her voice low. "Press it.""Ok." Dirk's hand pressed down, then he took a quick step back.A rumbling noise emerged from the shelves and they started to slide sideways. A dark space appeared, approximately three feet, or rather, Tina reminded herself, .0914 meters wide."Good job." She looked up into Dirk's pale green eyes and gave him another smile. He had such pretty eyes. They contrasted nicely with his dark hair and full, masculine lips. The better Tina got to know Dirk the more attractive he grew. And he was fucking gorgeous when she first met him. It was disturbing, to say the least. Increased physical attraction toward an individual was one of the first signs of,Tina swallowed. She didn't even want to think the words.Increased physical attraction toward an individual was one of the first signs of falling in love.According to SWSO rule #96, secret agents were only allowed to experience three types of love: love of country, love of duty and love of sacrifice. Any other love could be used as a weapon against an agent. It had taken Tina years of therapy to reduce her familial love to an ambivalent indifference. Now, if some deranged villain made her choose between saving the world or saving her parents, she'd make the right choice without regret. Goodbye Mr. and Mrs. Blondell. You died for a good cause.Romantic love was the most dangerous and that was the direction Tina's feelings for Dirk might be heading. The intense romantic bond had to be avoided at all costs. It caused people to lie, steal, or, even worse, wear matching outfits to company picnics. She'd seen it happen too many times before and she had vowed never to let it happen to her.Love, in its essence, was a release of oxytocin in the brain. Every time she engaged in sexual intercourse with Dirk, every time he gave her another mind blowing orgasm, her brain released more oxytocin, conditioning her to feel love and affection for her coworker. As much as she wanted to invite him into her bed and ride him like a wild mustang, she couldn't do it. More sex meant more oxytocin. They couldn't have sex ever again, even if the job required it.Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she pulled her SWSO issued flashlight from her purse and peered into the void. Her beam of light fell on a small, but comfortable looking recliner, a stack of magazines, a box of tissues and a pump bottle of lotion.Dirk reached down and snatched a magazine from the top of the pile. "What do you know, it is porn. The murderer must have planned to wait a long time." He held the magazine sideways so that the centerfold flipped down. "Nice."Tina moved quickly and picked up the next magazine from the pile. While a woman graced the cover Dirk was holding, a man stared back from the one in Tina's hands. There was no mistaking his pretty, green eyes, dark hair and plump, manly lips. Dirk had worked as a model for years before joining the SWSO. It was possible he could have done a risqué photo shoot.It only took a second to open the magazine and look inside. Yep, it was him. She recognized that cock."Get a load of this, Fact-Tel." Dirk was holding his scanner over the magazine. "Tell me that's not DNA.""General Zero." Tina barely breathed the words. Could it be? Might they finally have some evidence that would help them track down their nemesis?"Nope," Fact-Tel said. "That's Appleton's spew.""What?" It almost felt like Tina's heart was breaking."Chesterfield Appleton," the A.I. continued, "Middleburg City Comptroller. The person whose office you're standing in. He's the one who ejaculated onto Miss February's mammary glands.""That makes no sense." Dirk dropped the magazine back onto the pile, while Tina surreptitiously rolled hers up and slipped it into her purse. "Why would Appleton hide for hours just to shoot himself?""I find no evidence of a firearm," Fact-Tel said. "No bullet casings or gunpowder residue.""The murderer was never behind the bookcase." Tina sighed. She knew it when she first saw the magazines, but she didn't want to believe it. Linking Zero to the murders was her top priority. The sooner she did it, the sooner she could put the criminal mastermind behind bars.Her feet felt heavy as she crossed the room to the fireplace, careful to step over the cadaver outlines. She ran her fingers over the intricate wood carvings in the mantelpiece. The winged cherubs holding satchels of money, seemed to mock her with their smiling faces."We're back where we started.""We know some things," Dirk said, his voice a little too perky. It was obvious he was trying to cheer her up. "We know Appleton was a horn dog with a rub cubby at work. We know he was doing the nasty with Snide.""Ugh, biologicals and your need to touch genitals," Fact-Tel muttered. "It's so gross.""It's too bad good old, smut aficionado Chesterfield didn't make his own pornos," Dirk said. "If he'd recorded schtupping Snide, then maybe he'd have recorded the murderer too."Tina looked up at the mirror over the fireplace. The whole room was visible behind her. There was Appletons's massive, wooden desk, the bay windows that looked out over City Hall Plaza, and over by the bookcase stood Dirk looking good in his tight pants and T-shirt. From this vantage point she could see everything."Maybe he did film it." Pointing her scanner at a section of the mirror, she turned it on and counted to 100. "Fact-Tel, what's on the other side of the mirror? Is there a camera or something?""I hate to tell you this," the A.I. responded, "but it's just a wall.""No!" In her frustration, Tina threw the scanner down onto the plush, red carpet, letting her purse drop to the floor with it. "Why does this case have to be so frustrating?" She closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose with her fingers. "Why can't it just solve itself?""Relax," Dirk said. "You're trying too hard." He walked up behind her and placed his large, strong hands on her shoulders. "When I think too hard, I get a headache and then I can't think at all." His fingers and thumbs started to work the stiff muscles of her neck and back, digging into the knots of tension. "If I stop thinking, if I let it all go, Well, by the time the headache goes away, you've figured it all out and I don't have to think any more."The touch of his fingers felt good. It did relax her. It also made her horny as hell.Her eyes popped open. "That's it. We'll make our own movie.""What?" Dirk's hands dropped to his side and he took a step backwards.Tina spun around to face him. "We're going to reenact the crime."He glanced down at the cadaver outlines taped on the rug and then back at her. "You mean, " He tugged at the collar of his T-shirt. "You mean, we're going to have sex?"Tina was excited. The little shadows her erect nipples cast on her blouse made that obvious. And Tina's excitement was infectious. It made parts of Dirk's body get erect too. But he couldn't have sex with her, not again.Not that he didn't want to, because he did. He couldn't spend a minute in her presence without fantasizing about lifting her skirt and pulling down her panties. He thought about bending her over the desk and taking her from behind. But the truth was, he didn't want to just have sex. He wanted to make love to her.He wanted to undress her slowly, surrounded by the warm glow of candlelight and soft jazz playing in the background. He wanted to lay her down on a bed scattered with rose petals and take his time kissing every inch of her gorgeous body. He wanted to sink into her slowly, moaning her name as she whimpered how much she loved him. They would become one, both body and soul. It would be so beautiful, they'd climax together with tears in their eyes.Dirk wanted to make a baby with Tina. He'd never had a pregnancy kink before, but the other night he'd rubbed one out while thinking about fertilization. It was freaking him the fuck out. If he was going to get past this, past his obsession with his work supervisor, he'd have to go cold turkey and not have sex with her ever again."We're going to have sex?" he asked."No." Tina smiled awkwardly. "Of course not. No."Dirk wasn't sure if he felt relief or disappointment. "But we're reenacting the murder."She nodded. "The moments that led up to the murder, yes.""And in the moments leading up to the murder," he said, his eyes dropping once more to the body outlines taped on the rug, "Appleton and Snide were having sex."Tina laughed nervously and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Sure, but there's no need for us to actually, do, you know, that. Not this time.""You're not going to touch genitals?" Fact-Tel asked."No." She laughed louder. "We're just going to go through the motions.""Oh." Dirk definitely felt disappointed. "Like an old married couple.""Exactly." Tina gave him a friendly, little punch on the side of his arm. Then she patted him in the same spot, gently squeezing his biceps. A dreamy look flitted across her eyes and her lips curved into a half smile. "That's nice.""What?" Dirk wasn't sure what was going on."What?" She dropped her hand to her side and took a step back. "I'm sorry. What?""You're reenacting the murder," Fact-Tel reminded them."Of course we are. I'll be Sylvestra Snide." Tina walked to one of the cadaver outlines and carefully placed her feet on top of the outline's feet. "She was standing here with her panties around her ankles." Then she reached up her skirt and wiggled her hips until her underpants slipped down her legs.All Dirk could do for a moment or so was stare at the silky blue with yellow polka dots fabric resting on the tops of her boots. He had recently come to the conclusion that women's panties were like the cover to a really good book. He just wanted to open it and bury his nose in the tight prose inside. Tina's book, of course, he'd red before, but, as with all the classics, it was worth going back to again and again."You're Chesterfield Appleton," Tina said, her voice super cheery, much more cheery than the reenactment of a brutal crime called for. "He was standing there." She pointed to the other cadaver outline. "And he had his pants and underpants around his ankles.""Oh. Ok." Dirk took his place near her and unzipped his fly."You can leave your boxers on." Her eyes drifted down to his underwear. "Boxer briefs. Snug, black, boxer briefs. Those look good on you.""Thanks." He wasn't sure what else to say.She blinked a couple times, then looked up to meet his gaze. "Leave them on. No reason to take them off since we're probably just going to dry hump.""Oh." That didn't sound so bad. "Like Catholic high school students.""Exactly." She turned, so that her back was to Dirk. "This is the general area they were in when they were shot. When they fell, the force of the bullets probably knocked them back a few steps. So we have to figure out where they were at the moment right before they were shot.""The fireplace." Dirk, his jeans still around his ankles, shuffled forward a few paces. "They were probably watching themselves in the mirror.""Oh sure." Tina shuffled forward too and placed her hands on the mantelpiece, one hand resting on a cherub's face, the other on a bag of money. "Snide would have stood here.""And Appleton would have been here." Dirk took his place behind her and grabbed onto her hips, which were way lower than he had expected. "We do not line up. Not at all."He'd known Tina was short, that was obvious from the first time they met. He just hadn't realized how much shorter she was than him. Even with her high heels on, if they were actually going to have sex, he'd be fucking the small of her back.Had they never done it standing up before? He tried to think back to all the times they'd had to have sex for work. They must have done it standing up for at least one of them. When the safety of the general public was at stake, one didn't usually have the luxury of lying down. They had done it bent over a table like surface. Dirk must have been bending his knees more than he was aware of at the time.Oh wait. They had done it standing up, but face to face. He'd lifted Tina and she'd wrapped her legs around him before he nailed her to the wall. That was a good one, ve

Room and Bored: Part 3 Deep in the maze. Based on a post by Krosis, in 5 parts. Listen to the ►  Podcast at Steamy Stories.   Dale clipped an errant branch from the hedge, dropped it into the wheelbarrow, and continued further into the maze. With the 8-foot-high hedges, it was difficult to tell where he was on Trish's property, but he figured he'd be able to find his way out, how big could it actually be? He swiped his arm across his forehead. The afternoon sun was beating down, the last gasp of a tenacious Summer as they moved into October. He turned a corner and stopped. There was a clearing there, with a teeny cottage, not much bigger than the tool shed. The door to the cottage was open, and he could see a slim hand dipping between toned legs as their owner lay upon a bed within. "About time! Get in here, Dale!" Trish called as she raised her head to regard him, the older blonde's eyes half-lidded from pleasure. He dropped the branch cutter and strode forward. As he got closer, he could see that she was laying upon a twin bed which barely fit the space available. Her bikini bottoms were off, and the fingers pushing into her vaginal folds were soaked. "Come get your cock wet," she ordered him, keeping an eye on it as it pushed out his shorts. In a flash, his shorts and underwear were off and he dove between her legs. "Ooh!" she grunted as he fell upon her. "Eager beaver! Oh, I guess that's more me, mmm, " She reached forward and stroked his thick 8 incher before directing the head to her wanton pussy. "Umm, " he ummed, and paused. She paused as well. "Hm? What's up?" "I, uh, I've never, " Her face lit up. "You're a virgin? Oh, honey, every boy should have their first with an experienced woman. C'mon, " She slotted the head of his cock between her spread, wet vulva. He had actually thought that he might lose his v-card to another experienced woman, Nancy, but he knew now that that wouldn't happen. As she pulled an inch of his cock inside her he asked, "Is this okay without a condom?" "Oh, bless you, Dale, thinking of the possible consequences, but I'm clean. A boy's first time shouldn't be with one of those nasty prophylactics on his Johnson." With that, she pushed her hips toward him and another inch of his member went inside her. "Oh, damn, that's big," she moaned. "Glad I prepared myself." Trish hadn't mentioned pregnancy. She only had one child, after all, and it seemed that she loved sex, so Dale assumed that she was on the pill or some other method of birth control. He pushed, and another inch went in. "Yes, " she moaned. "C'mon, give me that cock, " She wrapped her long legs around him and pulled him in further. Soon, he was all the way inside her. "Oh wow, I feel so full, I think you're touching my cervix." Dale's cock felt fantastic. He was finally all the way inside a sexy woman, and he was making her feel good! Elated, he pulled back a bit and thrust in again. "Ooh, " Trish cooed. He pulled back a bit more and slowly pushed back in. "Heh, you're making love to me, Dale," she whispered into his ear, "but I need you to fuck me, hmm?" Dale pushed himself up and looked at Trish beneath him, beautiful, sexy, and wanton. He reached down and pulled her bikini top up to her neck, freeing her teardrop tits. Her areolae were wide and pink, with substantial nipples, and he moved to take one into his mouth, making her moan again. Then he pulled his hips back and rammed himself deep into her. "Fuck! Yes, like that, " Trish had definitely felt the tip of his cock smack her cervix that time. It had been slightly uncomfortable, but mixed with the sensation of his pleasurable thickness sliding through her wet pussy, it was pushing her buttons. He withdrew and slammed in again. She was so wet that there was nothing keeping him from moving into a steady rhythm, pummeling her insides as he lost his virginity. Trish was glad that she had sucked him off earlier, or the poor virgin would probably have cum already, she figured. She had chosen correctly with Dale. Her last lover had been just over 6 inches in length, and not quite as thick. Both of them had been larger than her husband, the poor man simply unable to keep up with her demanding libido. Dale had swapped to sucking her other boob. Trish normally kept her bra or bikini top on during sex with her lovers, as she was a bit embarrassed about how her tits had started drooping after giving birth to Helena, but Dale didn't seem to care. Some movement to the side caught her eye, and she saw her 18-year-old daughter peeping in through one of the little cottage's small windows. Helena saw that her mother had noticed, but defiantly stayed put. Trish had a delicious thought. Making sure her voice was loud enough to be heard outside, she said, "Ooh, Dale, you're hammering away at the entrance to my womb, where my daughter Helena came from. You gonna fill me with a nice hot load of your sperm? See if you get lucky and knock me up?" Dale slowed down, shocked. She wasn't on the pill? She moved forward and whispered into his ear, "Don't worry, I got fixed years ago; I just like pretending." Then she lay back and called out again, "C'mon, stud, put your cum deep inside me. See if you got what it takes to make me a momma again." Emboldened, Dale increased his speed, ramming into her even harder than before. "Yeah? You think I can't?" he responded. "I'm gonna, um, make your stomach swell, N--Trish!" His mind was awhirl, had he almost said Nancy's name? She didn't notice. "Yeah! Fucking do it, you sexy young thing! I can feel that sperm rocket of yours knocking at the entrance to my baby chamber." She wrapped her arms around him and tightened her legs. She was actually getting into this, imagining Dale's potent sperm roiling in his testicles, getting ready to rush up and invade her forbidden depths. "Oh God, " he moaned, moving into long strokes, slamming himself deep inside the older woman. He could feel the telltale tingling along his cock as his balls pulled themselves up toward his body. "Yes, yes, sperm me, " Trish moaned. She was so close, Dale slammed into her one last time, hard. "Uh!" "Yes! Fuck!" She felt his cock throb as he held it as deeply as possible inside her, and then felt a warm, wet pressure there. In her mind's eye she could see Dale's semen splashing against her cervix, insistently pushing against the entrance to her womb, and then came herself. "Ah! Oh!" Her cervix, she knew, was now opening to him, sucking some of his sperm into her uterus. "Uh huh huh uh, " she moaned wordlessly. She heard soft gasping from outside the cottage, and knew that her daughter was cumming as well. She could no longer see Helena's face in the window. Dale hadn't noticed, and started to thrust again, instinctively extending his orgasm and spurting more cum deep inside the older woman. "Huh, uh, " Finally, he fell upon her, spent. "You sure you've never done that before?" she asked after a few minutes while she played with his hair. He looked up at her pretty face. "Yeah, first time." "Well, that was really good. I'm looking forward to more of that." She gave him a peck on the lips. "But now you have to get back to work, handyman. However, you've done a great job so far, so you can head home after that load." He gave her a quizzical look. She pointed out the door. "The load of branches in your wheelbarrow." "Oh!" After Dale headed back the way he came, Trish called out. "Come here, Helena." After a few seconds, her sheepish daughter shuffled into the cottage. Trish could see the wet spot in the girl's sweatpants between her legs, and she opened her own legs wide. "Get down here and clean me out, cumslut." "Mom!" "Now!" Whimpering, Helena knelt down on the small bed between her mother's legs. "How do I, ?" "Use that fucking tongue, bitch." "Umm, " The cute strawberry blonde moved her head down between her mother's toned thighs. This close, she could smell the combined scent of Dale's semen and her mother's musky pussy juice. She gave a tentative lick at a dollop of whiteness that was escaping her mother's vagina. She had only had a brief taste of Dale's cum when her mother had shoved it into her mouth after blowing the young man earlier, but it was salty and not bad. She swallowed the cum and started to lick in earnest. "That's it," her mother moaned, "that's a good little cumslut." Helena had already masturbated outside as she heard her mother tell Dale to do his best to impregnate her. That had been so hot! She figured that licking all of his cum out would help keep her from having a brand new sibling. She moved one hand under her sweatpants and back to her own prominent clit, rubbing it as she licked and sucked at her mother's pussy, extracting more of Dale's cum. Finally, she slipped two fingers inside her own vagina and finger banged herself until she came again, gulping down the last of the cum she could find. "Very good, Helena," her mother said as she got to her feet. "You're welcome to watch in the future, but you can't let Dale know. I think you might blow his little mind, knowing the bitch princess is just as much of a cumslut as her mother." Then she pulled her bikini back on and left her daughter there, shaking in pleasure. Day two of Dale's new job. Dale spent the rest of the afternoon in a mushy haze. He'd finally lost his virginity! Not to Nancy, as he'd hoped, but Trish was a sexy Milf as well. He looked forward to his next 'job' with her. That night, he and Nancy played more Dragon Era in the living room. "So, how was your first day helping Trish?" she asked him as their character ran through an abandoned town. "It was fun," Dale said, and winced. He shouldn't have said that, work wasn't supposed to be fun! She sat up. "Fun? What'd you do?" "Err, I mean, have you seen their hedge maze? That was fun. Obviously the work is work," he quickly covered. "Hm."   Sunday, Dale woke up to a text from Trish: *Hey how fast can you get over here?* He looked at the time: 10 AM. His muscles were sore from yesterday's exertions, not only from the hedge trimming, but from hammering his cock into the leggy blonde's hot pussy as he gave her his v-card. He replied back, *Pretty quick, give me a few* *Ok text when you're coming over* "Coffee?" Nancy made her usual offer as she heard him emerge from his basement cave. "Sorry, Trish needs me right now." He typed on his phone and headed to the front door. Nancy watched him leave, suddenly feeling protective, and she wondered if she might also be jealous. Had Trish already jumped him? Had he lost his virginity to her? Was he going over there to pump that deliciously large cock into her skanky cunt? She caught herself and shook her head. She hadn't felt sexy since her period started Thursday night, but it was calming down, and with it, her libido was ramping back up. She had no legitimate claim on Dale, though, if Trish was boffing him, that had nothing to do with her. She sighed and ate her breakfast. Dale got another text message as he left Nancy's house: *Head upstairs second door on the left* Helena let him in, as usual. Today the strawberry blonde was wearing a tank top and short-shorts, showing how she had inherited her long legs from her mother. "Mom's upstairs, I think," she advised him. "Thanks." Dale headed up the dark oak staircase. Once he was out of sight, the young woman pulled out her mother's phone and sent another text: *Undress, put on the blindfold, and turn away from the door* *Ok* She quietly mounted the stairs, following in the attractive young man's wake. Slightly opening the spare bedroom's door to peek in, she saw that he had followed her instructions; he was kneeling on the room's double bed, naked, with his back to her. She stepped in and placed her hand on his shoulder, making him jump a little. Then she made a V with her fingers and swung them around to quickly stab at his eyes, stopping short an inch away. If he hadn't secured the dark blindfold, he would have recoiled from the visible danger to his eyesight, but he hadn't reacted at all. "So, um, " he began. "Shush!" She reached around and grasped his cock, amazed at how long and thick it was. She had seen it while her mother was blowing him the previous day, but now that she was close and it was in her hand, it seemed even bigger. A bit of drool slipped from between her lips and she swept it up with her tongue. She directed him by his shoulders to turn around, and then pushed him back onto the bed before grabbing his cock again to stroke it. She had to taste it. She moved down and licked at the head, her pussy thrilling at this illicit act. She took it into her mouth and gave it a strong suck, making him moan, and then engulfed several inches. Soon, she was bobbing her head and tasting his pre-cum, but she couldn't take all of his cock like her mother had. She worried that he might figure out that she wasn't her mother from her inexperience, so she got up, pulled off her clothes, and then got onto the bed naked. She climbed astride him and rubbed her soaking pussy along the underside of his shaft as Dale just lay there, his mouth slightly open. When she saw his hands move toward her chest, she quickly reacted and pushed them back to the bed, above his head. Her B-cup tits were definitely smaller than her mother's, so he had to keep his hands to himself! By leaning forward to do that, though, the shorter girl had moved her hips forward, and when Dale felt the tip of his cock nestle itself between what he thought were Trish's pussy lips, he thrust his hips up, popping the head inside. "Huh!" she moaned as she felt an insistent, pleasurable pressure inside her. She'd busted her own cherry with a dildo a while back, but had never actually had a real cock inside her. She froze, not knowing what to do, which gave Dale the opportunity to shift his body up the bed a little, causing another inch of him to push further inside her virgin hole. Helena hadn't planned this. She was originally just going to whack him off, or suck him off, to get a fresh load of that delicious cum. Rubbing her pussy on his cock until she came and then making him cum in her mouth had been the revised plan, but now the college student's lengthy member was inside her pussy, if only by a couple of inches. She was desperately trying to make her brain work, to take back control of the situation, when gravity caused her body to slide down his cock another inch, at least, she thought it was gravity, had she done that herself? she wondered. Dale moved his hips down a little and thrust up into her again. This time most of him went in, and Helena moaned, keeping her mouth shut so he wouldn't be able to tell anything from her voice. Her pussy was so full! Her dildo was definitely not as big as him. Her vagina was throbbing as it struggled to accommodate his size, her insides producing additional lubrication to assist. Well, she figured, her revised plan was going to be to use his cock to make her cum, so it was only a slight adjustment to have it inside her when it did that. She just had to make sure to pull off before he came. Her pussy twitched at that thought. This was very dangerous, Dale was breathing heavily. 'Trish's' pussy was tighter than yesterday, maybe due to the change in position, he figured, and it felt incredible. He hoped he'd be able to hold off until she orgasmed at least once. Helena pulled up a bit and then pushed back down, feeling even more of Dale's wonderful cock slipping inside her. She would never be as satisfied with her dildo again, she realized. She did it again, and again, and finally she took him all the way inside. She was practically hyperventilating, feeling the tip of his large cock pressing deeper inside her than anything had ever been before. Dale waited. 'Trish' had taken all of him and seemed to be breathing funny. As her breathing calmed, he began to thrust his hips up at her, causing her to make cute mewling sounds. Helena began to match his movements and felt sparks flare from her clit and G-spot as both were stimulated. She knew at this rate that she wouldn't take long to reach her orgasm, and then she'd pull off and swallow his creamy load. Her mouth was salivating at the thought. Yes, she could feel her orgasm building, like electricity deep inside, powering up as his dynamo speared into her again and again. Her B-cup tits bounced, her nipples shaking up and down, "Umm!" she grunted, and shoved her pussy down on him. With the tip of his cock pressing dangerously against her cervix, she came. "Uh! Nuh!" She shook upon him, her pussy grasping at his glorious member as the orgasm blew through her body. Dale was holding as still as possible, wanting to make sure that 'Trish' had at least one full orgasm before he came himself, he hoped that maybe they could cum together for her second. It had been a close thing, though, and a drop of his sperm-filled semen dribbled from the tip of his cock, smearing itself onto the entrance of the teen girl's vulnerable womb. "Huh, huh, " Still shaking, Helena tried to calm her body down. She had never experienced an orgasm like that before! She'd catch her breath, and then, She hadn't noticed when she'd let go of Dale's arms, and he suddenly wrapped them around her body and shifted his weight so he could flip them over. He was now on top, his turgid member still inside her, and he began to thrust into her hard. No! she screamed in her head. She couldn't call out or he'd know it was her and not her mother, and with her smaller body, she elbowed his arms from around her, and when his hands went for her tits again, she quickly covered them with her own hands. Confused by what 'Trish' was doing, Dale just laid his full weight upon her as he thrust into her again and again, trapping her hands between their bodies and crushing them into her tits. "Uh! Uh!" Helena moaned. At this angle, Dale was smacking her clitoris with every stroke. He was taking her, owning her, but this was supposed to be her taking advantage of him! She could feel another orgasm approaching as the impact of Dale's sizable cock reverberated throughout her pussy. She told herself that she'd have just one more orgasm and then she'd somehow get him off of her. Her mind flashed back to the previous day, when she had watched Dale thrusting between her mother's shapely legs, just as he was now doing to her, as her mother moaned for him to try to impregnate her. That had been so hot, and when Dale had groaned and filled the older woman up with his sperm, Helena had cum hard on her own fingers, her knees giving out and dropping her to the ground, imagining her mother getting knocked up by the handsome teen. She felt Dale speed up, his cock somehow feeling even bigger inside her, she was so close, Dale was fast approaching his own release, and knew 'Trish' liked when he pretended to knock her up, so he leaned in and whispered into Helena's ear, "Here's a baby for you, you hot slut. Uh!" Then he thrust deep inside her and stopped, feeling his orgasm rise from his loins. Upon hearing this, Helena's body went into orgasmic overdrive. "Huh!" Her legs instinctively wrapped around Dale's hips, her body trying to pull him as deep as possible as his orgasm rushed up his shaft and spattered her spasming cervix with baby making sperm. Her primed insides undulated around his throbbing shaft, urging it to fill her teen body with life. "Un uh!" she cried out and bit her lower lip while his sperm assaulted her vulnerable womb. After shooting a good ten spurts of dangerous seed inside 'Trish', Dale pulled out and rolled to the side. He reached for the blindfold, but, even as she shook with after orgasms, Helena had the wherewithal to grab his hand. On tottering legs, she grabbed her clothes and slipped from the room. A minute later, Dale heard his phone chime. He removed the blindfold to read it: *Amazing, lover. Gotta go out, so you head home* He shook his head. Trish was using him for sex, he knew, but he had no complaints. As he got his clothes on, another message came in from her: *Both of us should pretend this never happened okay? Hotter that way* He didn't know why it was hotter that way, but he shrugged, sent back, *Ok* and headed home. In the bathroom, Helena sat on the toilet to let Dale's sizable load drip out of her pussy.   After deleting the texts from her mother's phone and leaving it in the entryway, Helena lay on her bed, still naked. Her period was a little unpredictable, but she knew that this had not been a safe day to take a load of hot sperm, hmm, inside her wet, umm, pussy, Her hand went to her clit and found that it was still engorged, so she started playing with it. Well, that happened, she mused, and it had been the hottest thing she had ever experienced. She grabbed her dildo and easily pushed it inside her well-lubricated pussy. She realized that Dale had stretched her out a bit. Soon she was able to bring herself to another orgasm, remembering Dale grunting and filling her up with his baby batter. She heard the front door open and close, and her mother's voice called out, "Helena! Have you seen my phone--? Oh, never mind, here it is. Forget my head if it wasn't attached." Helena extracted the dildo from her pussy. Seeing all the sperm sticking to it that had somehow remained after she had tried to drip it out earlier, she brought it to her mouth and sucked it clean. She Was a cumslut, she realized, as her mother had said: like mother, like daughter. Later that evening. Sunday evening, Dale was going to play more Dragon Era with Nancy, but then he got another text from Trish asking him to come over. "This late?" Nancy asked, looking at the sun as it started to set outside. "You won't be able to do any yard work." "She might need some indoor work done." Dale much preferred having sex to playing video games, and hanging out with Nancy felt kinda weird now that they weren't being all touchy-friendly. "Hmm." Nancy frowned.   Helena let Dale into the house again. That seemed to be her job in the household. "Oh! Hi, Dale!" He saw her blush. What was with her, all of a sudden? he wondered. She looked uncomfortable. "Mom's upstairs, um, again." "Thanks." Dale mounted the steps and found Trish at the top, wearing a short, sheer robe that showed off her glorious gams. "Hey, Trish." "Dale, thank you for coming so quickly, hm." The curvy blonde frowned at the double entendre. "Come with me." As she went past the room he thought he had fucked her in earlier that day, he paused, pointing with a questioning look. She turned back. "No, that's the guest bedroom, mine's this way." Confused, he continued following. As they entered the master bedroom, Dale looked about. It was grand, with 12-foot ceilings that had carved wood paneling, and a four-poster bed. She noticed him staring. "Work hard in life, and you can earn nice things like this. What were you taking in college, Dale?" "Going for my degree in English," he replied. Her lips turned down. "Oh, well, renting's a thing too. Now, come over here." She let the robe slip off of her shoulders, revealing her gorgeous naked Milf body, and then she lay back on the bed, her legs opening wide. Right to it, Dale thought bemusedly, and removed his own clothes. As he clambered onto the bed, she said, "There will be times when you'll have 'shot your wad' and I won't yet be fully satisfied. Today I'm going to teach you how to pleasure a woman without using your admittedly above average member." She couldn't help but admire that stiff prong as it pointed toward its goal: her rapidly moistening pussy. "Okay, so my tongue?" He moved forward and bent down between her thighs. "Hm, yes, and your fingers. Ah, " Dale had watched enough porn to know what to do, and he started licking between her wet pussy lips. "Yes, a good start, Dale." He moved a bit higher. "Ah, no, that's where I pee from. My clit's higher, though it's probably difficult to find right now, wait until I get going. Yes, dip your tongue right in, mmm, " "Hon, have you seen my cufflinks? Oh." Dale snapped his head up. A tall, slim, brown-haired man in a white dress shirt and dark slacks had just walked into the bedroom from a side door, an unfastened bow tie around his neck. He paused as he regarded the naked couple. "Check the side table," Trish pointed, seemingly unconcerned. "Hey, Dale, right?" The man strode forward, his hand out. Dale scrambled back to his feet, very conscious of how vulnerable he was while unclothed. His penis was dwindling rapidly. "Oh, shit! I forgot to tell him!" Trish put one hand to her mouth. "He thinks he's gonna get the shit beaten out of him." "Oh, Trish." The man looked at his wife, disappointed. She stopped laughing. "I'm sorry, Dale, Stephen is fine with what we're doing. He can't keep up with my sex drive, and he's not a jealous man. Really, you're helping both of us out by keeping me full of your cum." Dale was just standing there, his hands over his junk, processing this new information. "Oh." Stephen stepped forward again, his hand out. "So, " Dale kept one hand over his junk and gamely shook the man's hand with the other. Stephen's grip was strong, and he pulled the young man in close. "Just don't knock her up, okay?" he whispered in Dale's ear. "She's already got frequent flyer miles at the clinic, and one of these days she might just decide to keep one. I'm so done with diapers." He gave Dale a wink and then headed over to the side table's drawer. "Yep, here they are. What would I do without ya, hon?" "Probably get prostate cancer and die horribly," she replied, giving him a pleasant grin. "Ha! Yeah, without you helping me clean it out regularly. Okay, carry on, Dale! Love ya, honey." Then he strode out of the room and closed the door behind him. Dale stared at the door. "Well?" He turned back to Trish, still lying there, her legs wide. He didn't quite know how to feel about both the revelation that her husband approved of what they were doing, and that Trish could actually get pregnant. "Ugh, get over here, Dale, and lay down," she directed him. He did, and she twisted around and climbed astride him in a sixty-nine position, their faces in each other's crotches. "Get licking," she commanded him, and took his half-hard cock into her mouth. Soon, he was back to full size, and was doing a fairly good job of pleasuring her as well, she felt. She pulled her hips forward, slotted the head between her very wet pussy lips, and sank down upon it in the reverse cowgirl position. "Uh, umm, Trish, you said you couldn't get pregnant, right?" Dale asked. "Hmm? Yes, Dale. Ahh, " She had been so wet from the cunnilingus that she was able to take all of his big dong inside her with only minimal trouble. She ground her pelvis into his, stimulating her clit, and that, combined with the insistent pressure on her cervix and how well Dale had pleasured her with his tongue earlier, caused her to cum. "Uh! Oh! Yes, " She calmed down from her orgasm and pulled off. "Uff, why so hesitant, Dale? Do you need me to order you around, like yesterday? Oh shit, do I not turn you on?" She looked stricken. "No! Uh, I mean yes, you turn me on! What we did earlier was totally hot!" She frowned. Oh, right, she didn't want me to mention this morning, he realized. "I mean yesterday, in the maze." "So, ?" She reached forward and stroked his cock. "Err, your husband, Stephen, he said to make sure I didn't knock you up, but you said you couldn't get pregnant, " She laughed and looked toward the door. "Oh, that fucker!" She climbed astride Dale again, this time in the cowgirl position, and rubbed the head of his cock on her clit. "He's just fucking with you." "Is he?" "He is." With that, she lined Dale's cock up again and sank down on it hard, making him gasp. She then leaned forward to whisper into his ear as she started moving upon him. "Either he's telling the truth or I am, so either I can get pregnant or I can't." She felt Dale's cock give a twitch at that conundrum as she rode him. "Either way, Dale, you're gonna put your fucking sperm deep inside this body that I work very hard to keep tight and toned, where they'll either find an egg and fertilize it, or die unfulfilled. Either way, it's not your concern, as I don't want another kid; one self-absorbed child is enough." She was moving faster upon him now. "So, are you gonna give me what I want?" Dale was breathing heavily. "Uhh, yeah, I don't know what I was thinking, " His cock was feeling fantastic now, sliding easily into Trish's depths. "Good boy, now tell me what I wanna hear, " She licked his ear lobe as she moved upon him faster. "Unh, I'm gonna, fill you up with my cum soon." Trish's breathing was faster now too. "Ooh, and then what'll happen, you naughty boy?" "I'm, uhh, gonna knock you up, you sexy mama." "Yes, " she hissed, and took him all the way inside her before rolling her hips. The change in movement caused his pubic hair to rasp along her pussy. "Aww yes, " she moaned as she came again. When Dale felt Trish's possibly fertile pussy grip his cock, he came as well. "Oh! Here comes my baby, slut!" He grabbed her hips and pulled her all the way down upon him. "Oh fuck!" she cried out as she felt Dale's hot cum burst inside her spasming pussy, causing another orgasm to rush through her wanton body. "Ugh! Umm hmm!" In her own room, Helena speared her dildo into her recently de-virginized pussy and grunted as another orgasm washed over her. The house had great ventilation, which allowed her to hear every time her mom had sex in the master bedroom. This time she welcomed the intrusive sounds. Trish lay upon Dale, finally sated. "Very nice, you wanna stay over tonight? Stephen's out until tomorrow afternoon." Dale lay there in a daze, his cock shrinking within the older woman's pussy. "Oh, sure, " He had class the next day, but his stuff was just across the street. Nancy waited for hours for Dale to come back. Once it hit 11 PM, though, she went to bed and cried herself to sleep. Nancy continues the game with Dale. Dale woke to the feeling of something soft rubbing his hard cock. He opened his eyes to find Trish's back to him, with her hand directing his erection between her round ass cheeks. Smiling, he angled himself down, and she moaned as she was able to then stuff the head of his cock inside her very wet pussy. "Aw, I was hoping to get you all the way inside before you woke." She looked back at him over her shoulder with a smile. "Ooh!" Dale had thrust halfway inside the hot older blonde. He pulled back a bit and tried again. On the fourth try, his 8 incher was all the way inside her. "Oh, Jesus, " she moaned, feeling her cervix stretch as the tip of his cock pressed insistently at it. As he started to thrust inside the older woman, he reached around to palm one of her large teardrop tits. His fingers found a prominent nipple and lightly pinched it. "Ah!" she moaned. "Do you like my tits, Dale? They were so amazing before I got pregnant. After I stopped being a fucking milk factory, they got all droopy." "I love 'em," Dale told her as he hefted that prodigious tit. "Maybe after I put a baby in you they'll fill up again." After the confusion last night about Trish's fertility status, no thanks to her husband, he was pretty sure that he couldn't knock her up, but it was a hot fantasy. "MM!" she moaned, and pulled his face around to hers for a kiss. "Yes! Do your best to pump your swimmers deep, fuckboy!" "Yes ma'am!" He thrust up into her faster, spying from the alarm clock that he didn't have a lot of time. "Get up on your hands and knees." She complied, and gasped as she thrust back into her hard. "Oh, you're taking me, Dale, like a bitch in heat! Huhh!" Dale felt Trish's insides grip him as she orgasmed, but he wasn't quite there yet. Hmm, he thought, if I'm taking you,  He wound up and gave her a swat on one asscheek. "Ow! Fuck! Guhh, " she moaned as the pain/pleasure confusion extended her cum. Dale swatted her ass again, and her pussy's constant suckling on his cock finally pushed him over the edge. He reached forward, grabbed her swinging tits, and sunk his teeth lightly into her neck, growling. "Ur! Yes, " she cried out as she felt his member swell inside her, relishing the feel of his young cock plundering her treasures. Then the dam burst, and her cervix was awash with potent teenage cum. She continued to orgasm, shaking as her wanton body accepted his manly tribute. Outside the bedroom door, peeping in through the keyhole, Trish's daughter Helena did her best to hold back her own cries as she came on her fingers.   Dale rushed home, ran downstairs to wash up and grab his textbooks, and then ran back upstairs. "Dale?" He stopped, halfway to the front door. Nancy was sitting at the kitchen bar with a cup of coffee before her. He thought that she looked tired. "Nancy? You okay?" "You didn't come home last night." She looked at him with dark-rimmed eyes. "Oh! Did you wait up? I, it got late and I was tired, so they let me sleep over." "I see, " He put his backpack down and went over to her. "Nancy, I'm really sorry that I didn't let you know ahead of time. I will next time, okay?" He was beside her now, but she was still turned away from him. He put his arms around her and she stiffened for a moment, but then relaxed into him. She calmed her breathing, smelling Dale's scent as he held her. "Okay, thank you, Dale. I worry." He stood back up. "I appreciate that. Okay, gotta catch my bus!" He gave her a quick peck on the cheek, grabbed his backpack, and ran out. She touched her cheek and felt it flush. Dumping Loads at Trish's. The next week went much like the last, with Dale filling Trish up with cum whenever she called him over. He didn't sleep over at her house again, so Nancy was happy to have him home in the evenings, and they continued to play Dragon Era, though still at opposite ends of the couch. Monday, "Okay, Dale, I'm just gonna come out with it, do you want to go see a movie with me this weekend?" Dale glanced up at Melanie as they sat together in the college lunchroom. The platinum blonde was wearing a knee-length skirt and a blouse that showed off her C-cup tits. "Oh! Uhh, sure?" She quirked her mouth. "Wow, you sure know how to make a girl feel wanted." He shrugged. "I'm sorry, this was kinda unexpected. Do you have a movie in mind?" "That new Marvel one? I like superheroes." "Oh, really? Yeah, me too," Dale told her, surprised. "Okay, here's my number, err, do you drive? I don't have a car."   After dinner, Nancy suggested that she and Dale play more Dragon Era. He was enjoying spending time with her, even with their new, safe relationship. She started at the far end of the couch, but then moved closer as they played. "I'm a bit tired," she told him. "Is it okay if I lay down? Just stop playing if I start snoring." "Heh, sure." Then she moved closer and lay her head in his lap. The keyboard was across his knees, so it didn't block her view of the TV. "This okay?" she asked. "Yep," he responded, confused about her sudden change of demeanor. As they played, he felt the heat from her head radiate through his lap and, consequently, his crotch. Slowly, his penis filled with blood. "Oh, so now that we've helped Alain with his personal quest, we can sleep with him?" she asked. "Yeah, let's just head back to camp, " Nancy lifted her head to watch the on-screen seduction, keeping one hand on Dale's upper thigh, dangerously close to his erection. As the computer-generated characters got it on, somewhat comically due to the height difference between the human prince and their Dwarf princess character, he felt her hand squeeze his thigh. "Well, at least someone's getting' laid, " she mumbled. "What was that?" Nancy started, surprised that she had said that out loud. "Um, nothing." She sat up, noticed Dale's erection tenting out his jeans, and became very aware of her situation. "We, uh, should get to bed. School day tomorrow." As she got up, Dale's eyes immediately went to her rounded ass, accentuated by the material of her dark tights. His cock gave a twitch of encouragement. With all the sex he'd been having with Trish, his hormones were often bubbling near the surface. Auburn-haired Nancy was more voluptuous than her neighbor across the street, and Dale had seen her naked when she gave him a blowjob and let him cum in her panties almost a couple weeks previous. She had said that they couldn't do anything like that anymore, though. He really needed to whack off. "Good nite." "Sweet dreams," she called back as she headed upstairs. He shut down his laptop, turned off the lights, and headed downstairs. Once he had his privacy, he dropped his jeans and started to stroke his cock. Pretty soon he was approaching orgasm, and he grabbed the tissue box. Thump, Thump Thump Thump! "Ow!" Dale turned. Nancy was sprawled at the bottom of the basement stairs, holding one ankle and grimacing. To be continued in part 4, by Krosis, for Literotica.

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Virgo invites classmate over, to pursue a more honorable deflowering.By Millsy Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories."Why is there a dice on your telly?""Oh, no reason,” I winked at her.She plucked it off the top of the TV and threw it onto the bed. Up rolled the 6."Want to try again,” I asked."Where's the prize list. What do I get for a 6,” She smiled, setting her wine glass down and laying back on the bed."There isn't one. What do you say, three each. I do the odds, you do the evens?""Pen?"I wrote mine down and put the paper upside down on the dresser. I'd gone for a gentle break-in. 1 was a three minute snog, 3 was a tit sucking, and 5 was a full strip down to nothing. Basically it was nothing that she hadn't already done. I had no idea what she'd written down for the evens, and she laid her piece of paper down on top of mine. "Who goes first,” She asked."You do. And if you don't want to do it you can back out at any time. No pressure,” I assured her. I placed the dice in the palm of her hand. "Roll it, baby."It came up a 4."Hmm.. that's one of mine,” She smiled, turning over her piece of paper and folding it so that I could read only what she had written for 4."Undress your partner?""That means you. I get to undress you, totally. Stand up,” She commanded me. Somewhat hesitantly I obeyed; then she gently kissed me on the lips as her hands deftly worked at my belt buckle."What about you,” I asked as she pulled my shirt up out of my jeans and began to unbutton it."Well, you've already seen me in the nude, and more, so if you don't roll a 4 it gets to be my turn to see you naked and there's nothing you can do about it. Unless you want to chicken out now,” She added as she slid her hands up my exposed chest and slipped the shirt off my shoulders. Of course, she didn't know that a 5 would see her stark naked as well, but with that she'd have to undress herself. In moments my shirt was on the floor, and her tongue traced lightly across my chest as she sank down onto her knees, my crotch at eye level as she popped the button on my jeans and unzipped me slowly. I gulped, and I looked out my bedroom window and across the main road, suddenly aware that my curtains were open and there was a possibility that we were being watched."I'll close the curtains,” I said as she undid the laces of my trainers."No! Leave them,” She said as she inched my trousers down, my hardening cock straining in my boxer shorts. If it got any harder it would be peeking out the top, and she'd be able to see it in a moment. My jeans fell around my knees, and I stumbled onto the bed after a gentle nudge from her that enabled her to then throw my trainers and my socks across the room. "Stand up again,” She said, still on her knees in front of me, my penis now stretching my boxers damn near to breaking point. "Almost there,” She murmured, licking her dry lips as both hands began to ease the elasticated waistband of my shorts down. My cock was pulled about inside as she eased them down, bent into an uncomfortable angle as her hands tugged my shorts down off my hips, then she moved both hands into light contact with my cock through the thin fabric of my shirts and peeled the cloth over the head of my shaft, exposing me. After that my shorts were on the floor around my ankles, then on the window sill, and she kneeled before me, my cock almost in her face."Now that's a good looking dick,” She murmured."Seen a lot,” I wondered aloud."Internet access” she admitted. “Only good for stealing music and hardcore porn,” She laughed, and I felt her cool, minty breath wash over my prick, making it jerk involuntarily. Would she touch it? Would she kiss it, suck it, wank it into her mouth? I mused as I looked down at her and she looked back up at me in blazing, lustful eye contact. I felt her hand on my thigh, moving upward, then her fingers touched mine and pressed the dice into my hand.I rolled a 1, and showed her my list. She stood up in front of me and we snogged hard, my naked cock rubbing against her jeans as her hands roamed all over my body in the clinch, grabbing at my naked ass, pinching my nipples, her tongue next to frantic as it explored my mouth and my hands were inside her sweater, squeezing her tits through her bra as we moaned into each other's mouths. She avoided touching my cock with her fingers as it stood erect, trapped between us, but still I could feel the juices building up in my balls from the arousal that she was driving me to. I broke away and she picked up the dice from the bed.She rolled a 2, which was also a snog, and lay down on the bed, beckoning me on top of her. I covered her body with mine and latched my lips onto her face again, and this time her fingernails were digging into my ass as I lay on top of her, pulling the cheeks of my butt apart as she writhed beneath me, my cock pressing down against the V of her crotch. I groaned as her fingers traversed the crack of my ass, grinding my hips against her in a dry hump that also brought a few moans from her own mouth that were smothered by my tongue. The next roll was another 4 and I went to work as she lay on the bed.I straddled her now, my cock standing up, pointing skyward as I pulled her sweater up her body to expose her black bra. My balls pressed the pale flesh of her belly as I pulled the sweater over her arms and stared down at the double delights that would soon be unfettered. I slid down her body, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, then I eased them down over her hips. She lifted her ass off the bed to assist me, and soon her black jeans were just a dark pile on the floor on top of her shoes. Now I knelt between her legs, gazing down at her pale skin that was offset by the black bra and knickers that were all she was now dressed in. "Roll over,” I told her. As soon as she had done so, and now lay on her belly, I climbed back on top of her, straddling her ass. I pressed my erection down into the crack between her butt cheeks and leaned forward, kissing her on the shoulders as my fingers unclasped her bra strap. She heaved herself up onto her elbows and the bra fell onto the bed, her big tits hanging down. My hands instinctively moved underneath and cupped them both, but she moaned 'no touching' at me half-heartedly, so I released them and instead ran my tongue down along her spine to the small of the back as my attention moved to the final barrier that stood between both of us being naked.I eased her knickers slowly down, exposing inch after tantalizing inch of her flesh, until my tongue was running down the backs of her thighs, eliciting a shudder as it slithered behind her knees, then down to her feet. Her knickers were the latest addition to the small pile of clothes on the floor as I moved back up her body and lay beside her. She turned her face to me and smiled. "Dice?"She rolled a 5, which was wasted, so handed the dice to me. "Should we make another list?""You haven't had the six yet,” She reminded me. And I haven't had the three.""Put them on the new list? Or we could just let things go their natural course.""We'd end up fucking inside five minutes,” She laughed."Would that be so bad,” I wondered aloud."We've got all night,” She reminded me. "Odds and evens again, you write what you would like to do to me, and I'll write what I want to do to you.""Just as a matter of interest,” I asked as I handed her the pen. "What was number 6?""It'll be number 2 on the new list,” She winked.I wrote my choices down. 1 for a titsuck, 3 for a fingerfuck, 5 for pussy eating session. I set the list on the bedside cabinet and put hers on top of it, just about resisting the urge to take a peek. "Whose turn to roll,” I asked."Mine,” She said, and threw the dice at the headboard. It bounced back before us to show a 3."Lucky you,” I murmured. "You now have to put up with me finger-fucking you until you come, unless you want to back out?""Back out? Why the fuck would I want to do that,” She laughed and reached for my hand as she opened her legs into a triangular configuration as she lay on her side, facing me. I glanced down at the exposed triangle of dark black hair. When I looked back up at her face she was staring at me, her pupils slightly dilated perhaps by the wine, and I felt her fingers close over mine. She guided my hand between her legs, closing her eyes as she pressed my fingers against her damp slit. I leaned forward and parted her lips with mine, sliding my tongue into her mouth as my hand became familiar with the form of her warm, wet cunt, tracing up and down the blood engorged labia as the invisible hole slowly expanded until my fingertip was running up and down between the twin wings of her sex, which had somehow split to welcome my finger inside.Her tongue froze in my mouth as the tip of my finger broke past the initial resistance of her pussy's opening, and she arched her back, tearing her mouth from mine as I eased my finger in to the knuckle joint. " Ah;" she moaned as I kissed her throat, and I pressed myself closer to her, her hard nipples touching my chest as I began to masturbate her slowly, gently, driving the digit in until my palm butted up against her perineum and then wiggling it inside her. "Fuck,” She gasped. "You do that better than I do!"I bent my head down and kissed between her boobs, and she immediately put her hands under one of her tits and steered the nipple to my mouth. I didn't need asking twice, and latched my lips over the bud hungrily as the movements of my finger speeded up. "Oh;" she groaned. "Faster. Faster,” and she wrapped my hair in her fingers and clutched me to her breast. I did as she asked, suckling on first one nipple and then the other, and her legs were beginning to scissor around my hand as I worked on making her come. "Two fingers,” She urged. "Oh, fuck..."My second finger slid in easily alongside the first, and I dug them into her soaking hole with no regard for her comfort. This was turning into a proper finger-fucking, not just a heavy petting session. I bit on her tits, making her cry out load, and she began fucking my hand, her pelvis movements answering those of my palm as it slapped wetly against the V between her legs."Oh God! Ahh,” She groaned as she climaxed, her tits thrusting into my mouth one last time, her cunt muscles clamping and releasing my two fingers as their motion slowed to a stop, still buried all the way inside her spasming pussy. My cock was now aching terribly. It had been hard for at least half an hour. It took all my self-control to stop myself from rolling her onto her back and mounting her right there and then. Her eyes slowly opened as I kissed her lightly on the nose, my fingers sliding out of her slick hole. In the slowly gathering darkness I brought my glistening fingers up to my face and tasted her juices. "I never imagined how good having somebody else finger me could be,” She sighed as she returned to her senses. "Better than doing it to myself. Much better."I found the dice and rolled it before she could object, and this time it was my turn to laugh. "Hm Um,” she sighed gutturally. "What's 5?"I kissed her on the belly as I moved down, making her squirm, and she soon realized what I was up to when my tongue traced down from her belly button to the fringes of her pubic hair. I brought my still wet fingers back down to her shining, dew speckled hole and used them to pull her pussy open. "Oh,” she exclaimed, and she raised her knees and spread her legs, rolling over onto her back."Remind me to never play strip poker with you. I wouldn't stand a chance against a bitch with your luck,” I complained, then I dipped my face into her thighs, tongue searching for the hole. She shuddered as it found it's target, my fingers still holding her wide open, and both her hands grabbed wildly at my hair. She was still tender down there from the fingering, but soon she was thrusting her hips at my mouth and tongue as I swept it over her cunt, inside and out, and my tongue wriggled inside her, teasing her clitoris mercilessly as her feet rubbed up and down my back. "Oh yes,” she moaned. "Don't stop. That's it. Oh,” My hands slid up her belly to her tits, squeezing them and pinching at the hard nipples.Her second climax hit her like a freight train. She cried out loud and I momentarily panicked at the thought of my parents bursting through the door wondering what was going on and finding me with my face buried between Rebecca's legs, her hands tangled in my hair, her hips humping my chin wildly, and my hands fondling her tits.I moved away from her as she shook and quivered with her second orgasm, then I held her close as her breathing stabilized, her leg hooked over my waist as I moved my cock into position ready to fuck her. The hot wetness of her cunt burned against my balls as she rubbed her pussy against my hard-on. A little movement down and to the left and I would be inside her, I knew, and nothing she could do would stop me. After coming twice in the space of a few minutes she was in no fit state to fight me off even if she wanted to. The way her pussy rubbed my cock as her thigh slid up and down my leg assured me that she was ready to be fucked, that this was the time, that if I now slipped my cock inside her she'd be well on the way to a third orgasm within moments. The head of my cock found itself at the tight entrance to her cunt, and all it now needed was one little push, one brief, sharp thrust of the hips and she'd be impaled."Easy, tiger,” She breathed. "You haven't scored a 6 yet."I laughed and rolled over onto my back, and she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. "More wine,” I asked, as I extricated myself from her grasp and clinked the half empty bottle against her glass."Yes, please. Trying to get me drunk and have your wicked way with me,” She giggled as she lifted the glass to her lips and knocked half of it down in one go. I knocked half of mine back to match her, then stood up and moved to the work desk for some lemonade to top it up again. "My God, look at that poor thing,” She murmured. "It's been hard for ages and hasn't even been touched yet. I hope you can keep it up that long when we do get serious. Do you mind me talking like this,” She asked. "You know, lewd and dirt like?"I poured her some more wine and told her that I loved it. That is she wanted to whisper dirty talk in my ear then she could probably make me come without even touching me, and that if I'd thought of it I'd have made that number one on the dice list instead of just a tit sucking that she got for free in the middle of the number 3. She'd had the full suite of dice pleasures and I'd had nothing except the brief feel of my swollen knob trapped at the warm, wet entrance to her tight cunt, not that I was complaining mind."Give me the dice,” She whispered as I sat down on the edge of the bed. She got to her knees and slid across to me, putting her arms around my neck from behind. I could feel her hard nipples against my back, raking left and right as she swayed behind me. She took the glass from my hand and finished it off for me, then I felt her breath in my ear as her hands moved down around my belly. The dice appeared as if by magic, and she shook it in her hand, then threw it across the room where it simply vanished."Was that a 2 or a 4,” She asked as she kissed my ear lobe, then her hands moved into a stranglehold around the base of my cock. "I can't tell,” She murmured into my ear."Was it a 2 for a hand-job, or a 4 for me to suck your lovely hard cock,” She asked, whispering in my ear. "Or maybe it was a six. Maybe I should climb on top of you, straddle your hips, and let my hot, wet fuck-hole slide down your big, hard meat. What do you think?"I was beyond thinking. The dirty talk in my ear and the fingertips meeting at the base of my cock had fused my brain. Her hands began to move up and down my hard shaft as she cooed into my ear, "You like this? My hands on your cock, my tongue in your ear, my tits pressed hard against your back, my wet pussy getting desperate to feel your cock slamming in and out of it. Or would you prefer my dirty talking mouth to be busy doing something else, like sucking on the big, purple knob,” Her hands were moving faster now, both of them wrapped around the shaft, stroking it from the base to the ridge of foreskin bunched up under the taut glans. This was so much better than jacking off.I swallowed and groaned as she bit my ear-lobe, my cock jerking in her hands. "Are you gonna cum for Becky? Cum all over Becky's hands? Or would you rather cum in Becky's dirty mouth, or over Becky's bouncy tits. Or are you saving it all up for Becky's hungry pussy, because Becky's hungry pussy wants to swallow up all that sticky cum, oh yes,” She breathed in my ear as her hands tightened their grip, milking my cock for all it was worth. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I managed to gasp out that I was going to cum just as her tongue squirmed deep in my ear lobe. That did it.Cum erupted from the tip of my cock in a sequence of jets that left me breathless and shaking as it fountained into the air and then rained back down on Becky's hands and my belly. Her hands kept moving as I came, and she gasped in my ear as she watched me orgasm. "Oh my, look at that, Oh fuck that's so erotic,” Her words were lost on me as her hands slowed and I shuddered the last few drops of cum out of my balls while Becky commented on how they were running down the shaft of my cock and soaking into my pubes. Her hands eventually released my cock, and for the first time in an hour it slowly began to deflate. She watched it intently, silently as it changed from stick to snail."Where the fuck did you learn to do that,” I gasped as I collapsed exhausted and drained onto the bed beside her."Same place you learned to rug munch,” She offered. "the internet. You hear of cyber-sex?""Sure. Same as mobile phone text-sex.""Well that's what I've been doing since I lost my virginity. I went dry and disinterested for about a year, but the hormones kicked in again, and I was just so lonely, no friends, no boys interested in me because I'd gotten fat.""You're not fat.""I was. I've worked a bit at it. Now I'm what is generously described as 'curvy and soft'. Anyway, a girl's got needs, so I went on sex chat websites and let people who couldn't see me, flatter me and get me horny. You get real good at dirty talk there. I loved showing guys my tits and my pussy, and I loved watching them wank on webcam while I fingered myself and we both talked dirty. I've tried hounding my father to get broadband so I can get a webcam of my own, but no dice. Money's not there. When I showed off for you last night it was like a dream come true. A guy could see the whole me, the real me and not just a tits and cunt mobile phone close up, and that was enough for a cyber troll to drop his shorts and beat the meat. Last night, for the first time, somebody who knew me felt the urge to wank over me. I haven't felt so wanted in years."I kissed her tenderly on the mouth, then used my t-shirt to dry up the cum that was still on my belly, soft cock and my upper thighs. She watched, taking a sip of wine. "How long before it gets hard again,” She asked idly."No idea,” I shrugged. Normally after I cum I fall asleep.

Virgo invites classmate over, to pursue a more honorable deflowering.By Millsy Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories."Why is there a dice on your telly?""Oh, no reason,” I winked at her.She plucked it off the top of the TV and threw it onto the bed. Up rolled the 6."Want to try again,” I asked."Where's the prize list. What do I get for a 6,” She smiled, setting her wine glass down and laying back on the bed."There isn't one. What do you say, three each. I do the odds, you do the evens?""Pen?"I wrote mine down and put the paper upside down on the dresser. I'd gone for a gentle break-in. 1 was a three minute snog, 3 was a tit sucking, and 5 was a full strip down to nothing. Basically it was nothing that she hadn't already done. I had no idea what she'd written down for the evens, and she laid her piece of paper down on top of mine. "Who goes first,” She asked."You do. And if you don't want to do it you can back out at any time. No pressure,” I assured her. I placed the dice in the palm of her hand. "Roll it, baby."It came up a 4."Hmm.. that's one of mine,” She smiled, turning over her piece of paper and folding it so that I could read only what she had written for 4."Undress your partner?""That means you. I get to undress you, totally. Stand up,” She commanded me. Somewhat hesitantly I obeyed; then she gently kissed me on the lips as her hands deftly worked at my belt buckle."What about you,” I asked as she pulled my shirt up out of my jeans and began to unbutton it."Well, you've already seen me in the nude, and more, so if you don't roll a 4 it gets to be my turn to see you naked and there's nothing you can do about it. Unless you want to chicken out now,” She added as she slid her hands up my exposed chest and slipped the shirt off my shoulders. Of course, she didn't know that a 5 would see her stark naked as well, but with that she'd have to undress herself. In moments my shirt was on the floor, and her tongue traced lightly across my chest as she sank down onto her knees, my crotch at eye level as she popped the button on my jeans and unzipped me slowly. I gulped, and I looked out my bedroom window and across the main road, suddenly aware that my curtains were open and there was a possibility that we were being watched."I'll close the curtains,” I said as she undid the laces of my trainers."No! Leave them,” She said as she inched my trousers down, my hardening cock straining in my boxer shorts. If it got any harder it would be peeking out the top, and she'd be able to see it in a moment. My jeans fell around my knees, and I stumbled onto the bed after a gentle nudge from her that enabled her to then throw my trainers and my socks across the room. "Stand up again,” She said, still on her knees in front of me, my penis now stretching my boxers damn near to breaking point. "Almost there,” She murmured, licking her dry lips as both hands began to ease the elasticated waistband of my shorts down. My cock was pulled about inside as she eased them down, bent into an uncomfortable angle as her hands tugged my shorts down off my hips, then she moved both hands into light contact with my cock through the thin fabric of my shirts and peeled the cloth over the head of my shaft, exposing me. After that my shorts were on the floor around my ankles, then on the window sill, and she kneeled before me, my cock almost in her face."Now that's a good looking dick,” She murmured."Seen a lot,” I wondered aloud."Internet access” she admitted. “Only good for stealing music and hardcore porn,” She laughed, and I felt her cool, minty breath wash over my prick, making it jerk involuntarily. Would she touch it? Would she kiss it, suck it, wank it into her mouth? I mused as I looked down at her and she looked back up at me in blazing, lustful eye contact. I felt her hand on my thigh, moving upward, then her fingers touched mine and pressed the dice into my hand.I rolled a 1, and showed her my list. She stood up in front of me and we snogged hard, my naked cock rubbing against her jeans as her hands roamed all over my body in the clinch, grabbing at my naked ass, pinching my nipples, her tongue next to frantic as it explored my mouth and my hands were inside her sweater, squeezing her tits through her bra as we moaned into each other's mouths. She avoided touching my cock with her fingers as it stood erect, trapped between us, but still I could feel the juices building up in my balls from the arousal that she was driving me to. I broke away and she picked up the dice from the bed.She rolled a 2, which was also a snog, and lay down on the bed, beckoning me on top of her. I covered her body with mine and latched my lips onto her face again, and this time her fingernails were digging into my ass as I lay on top of her, pulling the cheeks of my butt apart as she writhed beneath me, my cock pressing down against the V of her crotch. I groaned as her fingers traversed the crack of my ass, grinding my hips against her in a dry hump that also brought a few moans from her own mouth that were smothered by my tongue. The next roll was another 4 and I went to work as she lay on the bed.I straddled her now, my cock standing up, pointing skyward as I pulled her sweater up her body to expose her black bra. My balls pressed the pale flesh of her belly as I pulled the sweater over her arms and stared down at the double delights that would soon be unfettered. I slid down her body, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, then I eased them down over her hips. She lifted her ass off the bed to assist me, and soon her black jeans were just a dark pile on the floor on top of her shoes. Now I knelt between her legs, gazing down at her pale skin that was offset by the black bra and knickers that were all she was now dressed in. "Roll over,” I told her. As soon as she had done so, and now lay on her belly, I climbed back on top of her, straddling her ass. I pressed my erection down into the crack between her butt cheeks and leaned forward, kissing her on the shoulders as my fingers unclasped her bra strap. She heaved herself up onto her elbows and the bra fell onto the bed, her big tits hanging down. My hands instinctively moved underneath and cupped them both, but she moaned 'no touching' at me half-heartedly, so I released them and instead ran my tongue down along her spine to the small of the back as my attention moved to the final barrier that stood between both of us being naked.I eased her knickers slowly down, exposing inch after tantalizing inch of her flesh, until my tongue was running down the backs of her thighs, eliciting a shudder as it slithered behind her knees, then down to her feet. Her knickers were the latest addition to the small pile of clothes on the floor as I moved back up her body and lay beside her. She turned her face to me and smiled. "Dice?"She rolled a 5, which was wasted, so handed the dice to me. "Should we make another list?""You haven't had the six yet,” She reminded me. And I haven't had the three.""Put them on the new list? Or we could just let things go their natural course.""We'd end up fucking inside five minutes,” She laughed."Would that be so bad,” I wondered aloud."We've got all night,” She reminded me. "Odds and evens again, you write what you would like to do to me, and I'll write what I want to do to you.""Just as a matter of interest,” I asked as I handed her the pen. "What was number 6?""It'll be number 2 on the new list,” She winked.I wrote my choices down. 1 for a titsuck, 3 for a fingerfuck, 5 for pussy eating session. I set the list on the bedside cabinet and put hers on top of it, just about resisting the urge to take a peek. "Whose turn to roll,” I asked."Mine,” She said, and threw the dice at the headboard. It bounced back before us to show a 3."Lucky you,” I murmured. "You now have to put up with me finger-fucking you until you come, unless you want to back out?""Back out? Why the fuck would I want to do that,” She laughed and reached for my hand as she opened her legs into a triangular configuration as she lay on her side, facing me. I glanced down at the exposed triangle of dark black hair. When I looked back up at her face she was staring at me, her pupils slightly dilated perhaps by the wine, and I felt her fingers close over mine. She guided my hand between her legs, closing her eyes as she pressed my fingers against her damp slit. I leaned forward and parted her lips with mine, sliding my tongue into her mouth as my hand became familiar with the form of her warm, wet cunt, tracing up and down the blood engorged labia as the invisible hole slowly expanded until my fingertip was running up and down between the twin wings of her sex, which had somehow split to welcome my finger inside.Her tongue froze in my mouth as the tip of my finger broke past the initial resistance of her pussy's opening, and she arched her back, tearing her mouth from mine as I eased my finger in to the knuckle joint. " Ah;" she moaned as I kissed her throat, and I pressed myself closer to her, her hard nipples touching my chest as I began to masturbate her slowly, gently, driving the digit in until my palm butted up against her perineum and then wiggling it inside her. "Fuck,” She gasped. "You do that better than I do!"I bent my head down and kissed between her boobs, and she immediately put her hands under one of her tits and steered the nipple to my mouth. I didn't need asking twice, and latched my lips over the bud hungrily as the movements of my finger speeded up. "Oh;" she groaned. "Faster. Faster,” and she wrapped my hair in her fingers and clutched me to her breast. I did as she asked, suckling on first one nipple and then the other, and her legs were beginning to scissor around my hand as I worked on making her come. "Two fingers,” She urged. "Oh, fuck..."My second finger slid in easily alongside the first, and I dug them into her soaking hole with no regard for her comfort. This was turning into a proper finger-fucking, not just a heavy petting session. I bit on her tits, making her cry out load, and she began fucking my hand, her pelvis movements answering those of my palm as it slapped wetly against the V between her legs."Oh God! Ahh,” She groaned as she climaxed, her tits thrusting into my mouth one last time, her cunt muscles clamping and releasing my two fingers as their motion slowed to a stop, still buried all the way inside her spasming pussy. My cock was now aching terribly. It had been hard for at least half an hour. It took all my self-control to stop myself from rolling her onto her back and mounting her right there and then. Her eyes slowly opened as I kissed her lightly on the nose, my fingers sliding out of her slick hole. In the slowly gathering darkness I brought my glistening fingers up to my face and tasted her juices. "I never imagined how good having somebody else finger me could be,” She sighed as she returned to her senses. "Better than doing it to myself. Much better."I found the dice and rolled it before she could object, and this time it was my turn to laugh. "Hm Um,” she sighed gutturally. "What's 5?"I kissed her on the belly as I moved down, making her squirm, and she soon realized what I was up to when my tongue traced down from her belly button to the fringes of her pubic hair. I brought my still wet fingers back down to her shining, dew speckled hole and used them to pull her pussy open. "Oh,” she exclaimed, and she raised her knees and spread her legs, rolling over onto her back."Remind me to never play strip poker with you. I wouldn't stand a chance against a bitch with your luck,” I complained, then I dipped my face into her thighs, tongue searching for the hole. She shuddered as it found it's target, my fingers still holding her wide open, and both her hands grabbed wildly at my hair. She was still tender down there from the fingering, but soon she was thrusting her hips at my mouth and tongue as I swept it over her cunt, inside and out, and my tongue wriggled inside her, teasing her clitoris mercilessly as her feet rubbed up and down my back. "Oh yes,” she moaned. "Don't stop. That's it. Oh,” My hands slid up her belly to her tits, squeezing them and pinching at the hard nipples.Her second climax hit her like a freight train. She cried out loud and I momentarily panicked at the thought of my parents bursting through the door wondering what was going on and finding me with my face buried between Rebecca's legs, her hands tangled in my hair, her hips humping my chin wildly, and my hands fondling her tits.I moved away from her as she shook and quivered with her second orgasm, then I held her close as her breathing stabilized, her leg hooked over my waist as I moved my cock into position ready to fuck her. The hot wetness of her cunt burned against my balls as she rubbed her pussy against my hard-on. A little movement down and to the left and I would be inside her, I knew, and nothing she could do would stop me. After coming twice in the space of a few minutes she was in no fit state to fight me off even if she wanted to. The way her pussy rubbed my cock as her thigh slid up and down my leg assured me that she was ready to be fucked, that this was the time, that if I now slipped my cock inside her she'd be well on the way to a third orgasm within moments. The head of my cock found itself at the tight entrance to her cunt, and all it now needed was one little push, one brief, sharp thrust of the hips and she'd be impaled."Easy, tiger,” She breathed. "You haven't scored a 6 yet."I laughed and rolled over onto my back, and she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. "More wine,” I asked, as I extricated myself from her grasp and clinked the half empty bottle against her glass."Yes, please. Trying to get me drunk and have your wicked way with me,” She giggled as she lifted the glass to her lips and knocked half of it down in one go. I knocked half of mine back to match her, then stood up and moved to the work desk for some lemonade to top it up again. "My God, look at that poor thing,” She murmured. "It's been hard for ages and hasn't even been touched yet. I hope you can keep it up that long when we do get serious. Do you mind me talking like this,” She asked. "You know, lewd and dirt like?"I poured her some more wine and told her that I loved it. That is she wanted to whisper dirty talk in my ear then she could probably make me come without even touching me, and that if I'd thought of it I'd have made that number one on the dice list instead of just a tit sucking that she got for free in the middle of the number 3. She'd had the full suite of dice pleasures and I'd had nothing except the brief feel of my swollen knob trapped at the warm, wet entrance to her tight cunt, not that I was complaining mind."Give me the dice,” She whispered as I sat down on the edge of the bed. She got to her knees and slid across to me, putting her arms around my neck from behind. I could feel her hard nipples against my back, raking left and right as she swayed behind me. She took the glass from my hand and finished it off for me, then I felt her breath in my ear as her hands moved down around my belly. The dice appeared as if by magic, and she shook it in her hand, then threw it across the room where it simply vanished."Was that a 2 or a 4,” She asked as she kissed my ear lobe, then her hands moved into a stranglehold around the base of my cock. "I can't tell,” She murmured into my ear."Was it a 2 for a hand-job, or a 4 for me to suck your lovely hard cock,” She asked, whispering in my ear. "Or maybe it was a six. Maybe I should climb on top of you, straddle your hips, and let my hot, wet fuck-hole slide down your big, hard meat. What do you think?"I was beyond thinking. The dirty talk in my ear and the fingertips meeting at the base of my cock had fused my brain. Her hands began to move up and down my hard shaft as she cooed into my ear, "You like this? My hands on your cock, my tongue in your ear, my tits pressed hard against your back, my wet pussy getting desperate to feel your cock slamming in and out of it. Or would you prefer my dirty talking mouth to be busy doing something else, like sucking on the big, purple knob,” Her hands were moving faster now, both of them wrapped around the shaft, stroking it from the base to the ridge of foreskin bunched up under the taut glans. This was so much better than jacking off.I swallowed and groaned as she bit my ear-lobe, my cock jerking in her hands. "Are you gonna cum for Becky? Cum all over Becky's hands? Or would you rather cum in Becky's dirty mouth, or over Becky's bouncy tits. Or are you saving it all up for Becky's hungry pussy, because Becky's hungry pussy wants to swallow up all that sticky cum, oh yes,” She breathed in my ear as her hands tightened their grip, milking my cock for all it was worth. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I managed to gasp out that I was going to cum just as her tongue squirmed deep in my ear lobe. That did it.Cum erupted from the tip of my cock in a sequence of jets that left me breathless and shaking as it fountained into the air and then rained back down on Becky's hands and my belly. Her hands kept moving as I came, and she gasped in my ear as she watched me orgasm. "Oh my, look at that, Oh fuck that's so erotic,” Her words were lost on me as her hands slowed and I shuddered the last few drops of cum out of my balls while Becky commented on how they were running down the shaft of my cock and soaking into my pubes. Her hands eventually released my cock, and for the first time in an hour it slowly began to deflate. She watched it intently, silently as it changed from stick to snail."Where the fuck did you learn to do that,” I gasped as I collapsed exhausted and drained onto the bed beside her."Same place you learned to rug munch,” She offered. "the internet. You hear of cyber-sex?""Sure. Same as mobile phone text-sex.""Well that's what I've been doing since I lost my virginity. I went dry and disinterested for about a year, but the hormones kicked in again, and I was just so lonely, no friends, no boys interested in me because I'd gotten fat.""You're not fat.""I was. I've worked a bit at it. Now I'm what is generously described as 'curvy and soft'. Anyway, a girl's got needs, so I went on sex chat websites and let people who couldn't see me, flatter me and get me horny. You get real good at dirty talk there. I loved showing guys my tits and my pussy, and I loved watching them wank on webcam while I fingered myself and we both talked dirty. I've tried hounding my father to get broadband so I can get a webcam of my own, but no dice. Money's not there. When I showed off for you last night it was like a dream come true. A guy could see the whole me, the real me and not just a tits and cunt mobile phone close up, and that was enough for a cyber troll to drop his shorts and beat the meat. Last night, for the first time, somebody who knew me felt the urge to wank over me. I haven't felt so wanted in years."I kissed her tenderly on the mouth, then used my t-shirt to dry up the cum that was still on my belly, soft cock and my upper thighs. She watched, taking a sip of wine. "How long before it gets hard again,” She asked idly."No idea,” I shrugged. Normally after I cum I fall asleep.

W szóstym odcinku drugiego cyklu podcastu „Z polską metką” rozmawiamy z Kacprem i Izabelą Zielińskimi, twórcami marki Undress Code. Ich przygoda z projektowaniem zaczęła się od minimalistycznej bielizny, która miała zapełnić rynkową niszę. W audycji Iza i Kacper szczerze opowiadają o kulisach zakładania i prowadzenia biznesu. Jaka jest droga do sukcesu marki, której projekty noszą nie tylko zwyczajne dziewczyny, ale też stylistki, influencerki i gwiazdy, m.in. Taylor Swift? Wspominają wyzwania związane z pozyskaniem partnerów biznesowych – zarówno w obszarze produkcji, jak i sprzedaży, skrupulatnie prowadzą słuchaczy przez kolejne etapy rozwijania działalności sezon po sezonie. Uświadamiają, że dobry produkt nie wystarczy, a do wejścia na kolejne rynki potrzebne jest dużo więcej niż zainteresowanie kupców dizajnem. Na platformę Zalando wchodzili dwukrotnie. Wyjaśniają, jak różni się ten proces dla firmy początkującej, a jak takiej, która jest gotowa produkcyjnie i biznesowo na kolejne wyzwania. To doskonały przewodnik dla wszystkich chcących poznać kulisy biznesów związanych z modą, tych, którzy chcą zakładać lub rozwijać autorskie marki, ale też dla klientek ciekawych drogi do sukcesu marki, której projekty noszą i zwyczajne dziewczyny, i stylistki, i influencerki, i gwiazdy, ostatnio Taylor Swift. To audycja poświęcona polskim markom i ludziom, które ją tworzą. Partnerem cyklu jest Zalando, wiodąca europejska platforma dla mody i lifestyle'u, ktorej misja jest wspieranie polskich marek w rozwoju i zwiększać ich widoczność, zarówno na lokalnym rynku, jak i za granicą.

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Rental and Repair business models come with the promise of superior circularity. However, it is unclear if a specific company can deliver on this promise. In this episode, Dr. Marianne Kuhlmann, Co-Founder and Managing Director of Circularity, presents insights from the first market report of UNDRESS Circularity. UNDRESS Circularity provides a framework and practical guide to determine the impact of rental and repair business models. It is a collaborative industry project led by Circularity in collaboration with Fraunhofer IZM, Systemiq, and 12 industry partners (Assurant, circulee, Everphone, fixfirst, Foxway, Grover, Ingram Micro, rebuy, Recommerce Group, Reverse Logistics Group, Deutsche Telekom, Vodafone), further supported by Deutsche Bundesstiftung Umwelt and Deloitte. This episode is the eleventh in the series PaaS Decoded, 16 conversations about the fine details of product-as-a-service.

ITS THE SEASON FINALE of "Bridgerton" season! We did it! What show should we Undress next? Send us a comment!

Our old shipmate Hannah Haverkamp returns to regale us with the historical inspiration behind the costumes of The Terror! For all your age of sail, nautical, polar exploration, Victorian, historical-fiction-with-a-supernatural-twist needs. Featuring Royal Navy uniforms (and their lack of uniformity), Inuit engineering, and the thematic tragedy of Carnivale. Hannah's Sources Parks Canada "Dressing For Arctic Expedition" Terror Camp 2022 Keynote: Annie Symon (Costume Designer) Terror Camp 2021 Panel D - Costuming: Alexa Figuerres (Uniforms and Undress), and Kit Barton (Carnivale) "Tales of the Doomed Franklin Expedition Long Ignored the Inuit Side, But “The Terror” Flips the Script" - Kat Eschner, for Smithsonian DRESSED TO KILL: BRITISH NAVAL UNIFORM, MASCULINITY, AND CONTEMPORARY FASHIONS 1748-1857 – Amy Miller THE ROYAL NAVY 1790-1970 – Robert Wilkinson-Latham HOW TO READ A SUIT – Lydia Edwards Ken's Sources Erebus by Michael Palin Terrorspotting by Tealin on tumblr every post collected under our Terror tag on tumblr Dee's Sources ‘Our ancestors returned home': How a Chilkat robe made its way back to Southeast Alaska by Tripp J Crouse, KTOO watching the ding-danged show The Terror (2018) season one on AMC

Rogue Magic Wands Cause Sex Chaos.by jane700bond. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Meanwhile in the college infirmary office, Madame Priscilla-Cane and Henry now rapidly getting past foreplay and looked as though they needed to indulge in some urgent sex. The nurse left the magic wand in her cunt to its own devices and took more and more of Henry's enormous dick into her generous mouth, smearing the end with her bright scarlet lipstick as she sucked and licked and chewed. With her hands, she ripped open the poppers of her uniform, leaving herself naked except for the enormous bra that was pulled down exposing her great full melons to Henry's greedy eyes.Henry deposited his kilt on the floor and climbed on to the nurse, his rod, now covered with her saliva, he aimed between the nurse's cleavage. He fondled the monsters and pushed them together so he could tit-fuck her with hard and urgent thrusts. Then with them both breathing hard, Henry moved down the nurse's body until he could aim his spear into her dripping cunt. Gently, at first, he thrust forward, his dick perfectly aimed to slide smoothly and deeply into her vagina. Henry suddenly realized his dick was not alone in Madam's hot cunt, the magic wand slid in deeply alongside him and exploded with magic. The chair shook as the pair fucked, Henry's arse sticking in the air and then ploughing back-into the hot deep cavern.Back in their bedroom, Doctor Snake pointed his wand at Sabrina and Priti and told them both to strip naked. Slowly, and with more reluctance on Sabrina's part, the two gals obeyed as Snake ogled their hairless cunt's and goggled their emerging breasts.Now, as Ariella's sex glamour built towards a climax across the way, Sabrina and Priti could not resist getting turned on. Priti who had been fucked by Henry's massive monster the day before found her breathing getting shorter in anticipation of another dick pounding her cunt. Sabrina was both fearing what was about to happen, but still becoming more and more turned on.Both gals had noticeable damp patches on their panties as they pulled them down in front of the teacher and Snake could smell their young sex. He in turn was feeling evermore randy and his skin was radiating heat."Undress me!" he commanded and Priti came forward and started to loosen his belt whilst Sabrina started on his shirt cuffs and then the rest of his shirt buttons. Her hands caressed his chest as she pulled the shirt back and off and then stood there as Priti, grappled to release the rock-hard cock from his pants. Eventually it bounced out free into the cool air of the bedroom and pushed hard against her flat breast. Priti being only five foot tall and Snake being six foot six, Priti found her mouth close to the pulsing dick that was now rubbing one of her guyish nipples and could not resist first licking its tip and then taking it into her mouth eagerly.Sabrina pulled Snake's trousers right down and, whilst keeping his rocket man in Priti's soft moist mouth, he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers to stand completely naked in a students' bedroom for the second time that morning.He made a sudden grab for Sabrina's cunt and rubbed his fingers along the line of her damp cunt. In shock, Sabrina moved back instinctively and nearly hit him, but then the man's thumb found the hard bump of her clit which sent an electric shock through her inexperience body and the blow never fell. All the time, the tiny Priti was getting more enthusiastic with blowing Snake's cock, bubbles of saliva escaping from her mouth and running down her chest.Snake indicated to Sabrina that she should lie back across her bed and open her legs, exposing her vulva which now showed a deep slash of red as it began to open. Then, now overexcited, Snake grabbed the pigtails on either side of Priti's head and thrust hard and deep into her mouth several times, as though in revenge for her humiliating him earlier. She choked and pulled her away, more saliva dripping down her chin. He circled the babe's mouth and nose with his cock, spreading the wetness, before pushing Priti towards Sabrina. He made her bend her head so it was in contact with Sabrina's opening slit and pushed Priti's mouth onto the other gal's cunt. Sabrina gasped as her friend's tongue plunge into her love tunnel and Priti's nose made contact with her hardened clit.Snake stepped over the back of the tiny Priti and used his hands to move her head so as to rub her nose up and down Sabrina's slit. Then, as Sabrina gasped and groaned, he stepped back behind Priti, and lifted her legs up, her face remaining glued to Sabrina's cunt. When her ass was at the height of his mouth, he licked the moistening slit and pushed his tongue in as deep as it would go. Sabrina leant forward and started massaging Priti's tiny breast as Snake greedily licked her cunt and made it red hot in anticipation for the fuck that was inevitably going to follow.After Priti's eagerness became obvious by the widening of her vagina, Snake lowered her legs until he could maneuver his broomstick hard cock into the eighteen-year-old's slippery cunt. On the very first stroke he plunged roughly into the hot love tunnel right up to the hilt. Priti screamed as Snake's thrust pushed her back into Sabrina's cunt. Sabrina pulled roughly at Priti's tiny tits as she was pushed backward, making the nipples red and prominent.With each hard plunge deep into her cunt Snake was making Priti ever more excited, she was loving the roughness and urgency of each fuck. She took a one hand and brought it back to her own clit and then lifting her head slightly to Sabrina's clit, thrust her other small hand deep into Sabrina and started to fuck her in rhythm with Snake, her teeth nipping the clit and pulling at the lips of the other gal's vulva. If the screams had been loud before, they were meteoric now as the babes advanced on the path to orgasm.Back in the infirmary things were not very quiet either. Madame Priscilla-Cane had previously experimented with her magic wand as a sex-toy, but usually in the privacy of her own room and at night. She would fantasize about a great blond muscled Elfin warrior, hung like a horse, fucking her with deep strokes until her whole body exploded in an orgasm that could last ten minutes or more. Now, here in her office, she was being fucked by an 18-year-old senior pupil, who actually was hung like a horse. Not that she cared at that particular moment.This lapse in her usual standards of behavior was actually down to Lucille, the French new dame who deep into black magic had drunk poor George dry of sperm, like some sperm vampire and then, dribbled a coating back onto his face, whilst enchanting it with her own wild sex charm. Madam Priscilla-Cane had no idea of the danger she was in when she carefully removed the dried spunk from the poor guy's face with a flannel, breathing deeply the smell of revitalized sex. Inevitably, as she cleaned away, the enchantment had its effect and this is why we find the illustrious big-boobed and sexy nurse in her office screaming in delight as Henry fucked her with the abandon of a stallion.The combination of enormous plonker and magic wand was having an effect on both of them. Sparks of magic from the wand flew out of the nurse's cunt as Henry withdrew before thrusting in again and with each spark there was a mind-blowing orgasm that filled both of them with a rising need for the final event. As he went in and out, Henry buried his head into Madame's boobs, licking, caressing, tweaking continually, wanting to drink their milk, as the sex madness overwhelmed their consciousnesses.Eventually, the reservoir of spunk in Henry's ball-sack reached capacity and with a final detonation of magic, he, the nurse and the magic wand all came together.Henry's cum shot deep into the nurse and then as the vagina was filled to capacity, slowly came bubbling out around his embedded cock to dribble and drip between her legs. Madame closed her eyes, sighed and fell into an erotic dream-filled sleep. Henry, with his boner still firm inside her, fell asleep too, head on her breasts and suckling an enormous teat. The magic wand slowly slipped down the cum covered love tunnel and escaped by following the flow of sperm into a sticky mess on the floor.It was at this point that a somewhat revived George entered the office and then immediately fled back to his bed and pulled the covers up over his head and began to shiver and shake again. George never wanted anything to do with sex again!At about the same time in the Briarwood womens dorm tower, Ariella was discovering that having a magic wand on the loose deep inside her vagina was an experience she might on future occasions forgo for simpler pleasures. Peggy was discovering for the first time, just how deep her hand needed to explore inside a cunt in order to free it of said pesky magic wand. It kept getting away and Peggy and the wand fucked Ariella ever deeper into her love tunnel while Peggy tried to grab the rebellious stick. Of course, she needed to keep everything lubricated and so was using a lot of saliva to lick around Ariella's delicious cunt lips and clit to add to Ariella's natural oils which, the magic wand luckily kept activating and which tasted irresistible.Peggy, was now nearly as turned on as it was possible to be and it was lucky, she had a spare hand to pleasure herself at the same time as magic wand chasing in Ariella's magic tunnel. Ariella's earlier enormous ejaculation had covered her face and breasts with silky-smooth goo and she used this now to stimulate herself.Suddenly Peggy had the wand in her hand and she held on despite it being so slippery and treacherous. She could feel the magic coursing down her arm, but she held on tight. She called out to the wand "Let go!" and it did. It let go an enormous flash of magic that lifted both gals off the bed. Ariella, screamed with delight and sex juices coursed down Peggy's arm as she pulled the sparkling stick out of Ariella's cunt and, without thinking, plunged it into her own. Wanting to experience an orgasm like her friend's, again, she shouted "Let go!"Peggie firmly held on to the wand as the magic orgasm fully hit her. Finally, she pulled the wand out and leapt onto Ariella, grinding her body into the other babe's, breasts, sliding over each other with the magic lubrication. Peggy kissed Ariella fully and deeply each tongue fighting each other for dominance as the shudders of orgasm gradually subsided and sleep overcame them.It was at this point that the house-elf, Gertrude, teleported into the room and stood staring at the two beautiful teen human gals as they slept peacefully with limbs entwined, skin still glistening with their cunt juices.Also about this time, Snake stopped fucking Priti and lifted the coed onto the bed besides Sabrina. Both gals sat side by side, with legs spread and glistening wet pussies. Like a man possessed he climbed onto the bed, his legs on either side of Sabrina's hips and presented his engorged snakehead first to the young lesbian breasts, smearing the nipples with Priti's juices and then to Sabrina's mouth. Despite the attractive aroma of Priti on Snake's dick, Sabrina kept her lips closed. She was not attracted to men, and was not a fan of hard boners.Snake rubbed her closed lips with his penis, his breath heavy and his heart pounding. Sabrina was the more attractive of the two and is his current state, enchanted by Ariella's sex charm, he really wanted to fuck her silly. He lowered his dick to her breasts and caressed them again gently with the bulbous head, making Sabrina gasp.Then Priti moved from her position and put one hand between Sabrina's legs and took a nipple in her mouth to suck. Sabrina gasped again and the ministrations from Priti started to work. Snake again presented his cock to Sabrina's mouth which involuntarily opened as she moaned as Priti rubbed her clit. Snake rubbed the cock across her now moist lips and they opened further to reveal firmly closed pearly white teeth. He now rubbed the teeth as Priti worked her magic and with a final gasp Sabrina opened her mouth and licked the tip of Snakes penis which was again oozing precum. Then as her own excitement mounted, she opened her mouth fully and took in a good few inches of the monstrous boner and started working on it roughly, making Snake wince.In moments Priti was beside her and they worked on the teacher's cock together, sliding their mouths along its length and then kissing each other deeply as they came to the tip. Snake was finding this too exciting and he still wanted his cock inside the lesbian Sabrina. Moving backwards, he stood on the floor between Sabrina's legs and lay forward and covered her naked body, his hands and tongue fondling and suckling her delicious breasts. As he did this, he knelt and move his cock towards his final goal, the wet and sopping cunt that had never had a cock inside.As if hiding what Snake was trying to do, Priti turned and presented her cunt to Sabrina's eager mouth which engaged willingly with her cunt and clit.Snake raised himself from Sabrina's now wet and aroused breasts and started to kiss Priti deeply as his cock moved resolutely towards Sabrina's sacred place. He gently rubbed the chick's engorged clit with the tip and Sabrina wriggled with mounting excitement. Then just as carefully, he moved his dick up and down the length of Sabrina's slit, massaging it as Priti started on her clit.After some minutes of patient work, Snake found the widening hole and pushed gently, the vagina expanding gradually to let him in and then he was there thrusting into the 18-year-old's cunt with long slow thrusts. He felt Sabrina's muscles tighten around him and they got into rhythm, all the time Sabrina working her tongue on Priti and Priti played with her clit and cunt lips and Snake's snake moved slowly in and out.Sabrina who by this time was enjoying the thrusting cock as she made love to Priti, began to whimper and moan and the thrusts became more urgent until with a scream and a cackle Sabrina came in a double orgasm, she finger-fucked Priti as the orgasm spread through her and Priti also screamed as an orgasm hit her.Snake withdrew before he came inside Sabrina and Priti slid down next to her friend, her arm around the shoulder of the other gal. Their lips met and mouths opened as a shower of cum was released by Snake straight into their faces and dripping down onto their tits. The gals kissed deeply then eagerly licked the sperm from each other's faces before kissing again. Then they started on each other's breasts, sucking sperm of each other's nipples and then sharing it again in wet spermy kisses.Snake was becoming aroused again at this too erotic sight and grabbing and lifting the petite Priti as if she were a sack of apples, he plunged into her doggy style, while she lay on top of Sabrina. Sabrina squirmed revealing to him her still open cunt and pulling out of Priti, he dived into Sabrina once more and then went from one gal's cunt to the other until finally he spasmed sperm into Priti's love hole all and all three collapsed in a heap.After a few minutes as they slowly disentangled their sweaty bodies the door of the bedroom swung open and a voice said in shock "Dr. Snake!"Sue was a typical 18-year-old Briarwood gal. Not too good and not that evil. Her full name was Suzanna De Silva Von Großer Zauberer, but everyone called her "Sue".The Großer Zauberer were on the wrong side in the Dark Lord Wars and Sue's parents had died attacking the very college Suzanna De Silva Von Großer Zauberer was now studying at. This might explain why she was known simply as "Sue"!She carried herself with a certain Germanic aristocratic poise, but she was not of blonde Prussian stock. She came from darker more southern German roots. This showed in her fine chestnut hair and olive touch to her skin, the dimple when she smiled and her sense of humor. Her eyes were a pale-grey, an unusual color that tended to look white and haunting in the dark.Sue and other senior pupils had arrived at their advanced potions class and were waiting patiently the arrival of Doctor Snake to take the class. Most unusually, Doctor Snake was late, so Sue daydreamed idly of using her magical powers to seduce the rather attractive Falcon House guy, Eustace, sitting next to her.She doodled on her pad. Unlike most of the Slither-In gals Sue had not used her magic-wand to create a perfectly smooth hairless pubis, but instead had created an exquisite lightning bolt of short chestnut pubes that pointed directly to her clit. "Give him a clue!" she had thought. She drew the design on her pad and added the detail of her vagina and where to find the clit before it emerged in excitement. Eustace looked at her drawing with interest, and edged a little closer on the bench, so that their legs were touching.Lucille l'Astique, had been getting increasingly impatient in Snake's absence and decided that her French aristocratic patience had run its course. The beautiful strawberry-blonde, with honey-gold skin and a body to die for, rose from her seat and asked "Anyone want to make the best love potion in the world? We need not wait for the late Snake, I know the recipe."There was a general consent from the class that this would be a good idea, at least until Snake appeared.Lucille began to exuded her sex glamour and then explained that the potion they were making was a bit daring and would require for a little female nudity. The two senior guys obviously did not object as a knowing smirk reached their lips. However, there was some little reticence from the two Falcon and one Honeybun gals - although a buzz of excitement was growing inside each of them.With a shiver of anticipation, Suzanna De Silva Von Großer Zauberer stood up to her full 5'6" and announced, that being from a family of do-darers and experimenters, and, even if she was only now known as "Sue", she would volunteer to be naked for the experiment. Of course there was to be no hanky-panky!Because of the sex glamour the students began to forget about the possibility of Snake appearing, the teacher's table was cleared and with encouragement from Lucille and an excited Eustace, Sue carefully stripped and laid herself with aristocratic languor the length of it, her lightning-bolt pointing directly to the top of her slit.It might be said that at this point that Eustace's tongue was hanging out hoping to find itself at the tip of the lightning bolt, but there you go, when you have a naked Sue to drool over, nature takes its course."Now!" said Lucille, "The first part of the potion is freshly made cunt oil and we all know where that comes from!"Eustace and his fellow Falconer, Redford, looked at little confused - there were no cats in the lab as far as they knew. Sue pointed to the lightning bolt and Eustace's eyes widened. The Honeybun gal, Stella, was shocked. "You are not going to masturbate her are you?" she asked, outraged."Non, ma petite! We will make it produce itself by magic - no touching allowed!"Lucille got the three other gals and the four guys to form a semi-circle around the desk and she herself, closed the circle at the bottom, where she could look up between the beautiful thighs to the tight thin line of Sue's tightly closed vagina.Eustace and Redford stood by Sue's hips, Janette and Jill from Falcon stood by her naked breasts, while Stella stood nervously at Sue's head.Lucille took her magic wand and, mumbling an incantation under her breath, lowered the wand within an cat's paw of Sue's clit. Sue started to writhe and Lucille instructed the other pupils to hold Sue's arms and legs so she could not move.Sue closed her eyes as ecstasy overwhelmed her, a fiery androgynous figure appeared to float above her and a long fiery tongue extended from the phantom to her clit, teasing it and making it spring forth from the folds of her vulva. She shuddered in a frenzy of excitement and gasped aloud.As Sue's excitement rose, Eustace, holding gently onto Sue's smooth naked thigh, felt an unstoppable erection push up the front of his kilt, he found he was overcome with a desire to fuck someone and someone now, but managed to hold his place. He looked into Redford's eyes on the other side of Sue and knew he was experiencing the same desire.Sue's vagina suddenly flooded with juices along the length of her slit, a clear fluid appeared as in her dreamlike state she neared orgasm from the phantom's probing tongue. She stopped writhing and lay still with a great smirk on her beautiful face.Using her wand, Lucille collected the liquid which clung in the air for a moment in a shining translucent ball and transferred it to a beaker. The aroma of Sue's sex juices filled the room and everyone was filled with sexual longing. "Now", she said, "for the second part. You two guys and gals, swap places."Eustace, his penis rock hard, let go of Sue's thigh and moved very slowly around Janette, his engorged boner pressing into her ass as he inched around. Janette, who's own pants were beginning to stain with her love juices did not object and moved a hand around to lift both the guy's kilt and her own skirt so she could feel the hard oak on her skin as he very slowly moved about her.On the other side of the desk, a similar occurrence was happening, except Jill had grabbed Redford's boner and in a few moments of deft maneuvering had got him to enter her from behind. Seemingly without any embarrassment, she squealed loudly as his cock plunged deep into her and they started to fuck with abandon, Jill bending over Sue's naked body as he thrust in and out. Lucille was not expecting such a rapid reaction to her whiles, but was very pleased - more support for her Sex Goddess campaign.Stella, all alone at Sue's head, also got caught up in the increasing sexual frenzy, started to massage Sue's naked breasts with one hand and thrust the other into her panties to relieve the increasing urge for sex."Stop!" shouted Lucille just as Eustace was about to start fucking Janette. "We are only half way there! We still need the other half of the potion. guys remove those ridiculous kilts and place your beautiful dicks, one on each of Sue's nipples."The guy's, excitement running through them like an eel in water, gave up on the disappointed Falcon gals and came to the table. Ceremoniously, they plonked their erect and hard snakes one on each of Sue's erect nipples. Janette, Jill and Stella watched and slowly began to masturbate unconsciously as they watched on in fascination, licking their lips in anticipation of what those cocks could do inside their now soaking cunts.Sue, in her dream state, dreamt was being massaged by a dozen gentle hands, her nipples now rising engorged and hard as invisible angels drove her to further ecstasy.Lucille instructed Redford and Eustace to circle the crowns of their dicks around the nipples and soon precum appeared from the top of each boner, lubricating Sue's nipples with a shiny gleam. She then took her wand and started to transfer Eustace's sex oil into the test tube with Sue's. However, before she could come to Redford, he gave a great gasp and sperm spurted out over the teen gal's erect tits as, with no control left, he came.Eustace nearly followed and there were gasps from the gals as they rubbed ever harder at their overexcited clits. "Idiot!" screamed "Lucille, luckily I got the oil from Eustace before you lost control. Stella, please lick clean this cum so we can continue."The previously innocent Honeybun gal, Stella, was finding the current situation rather overwhelming, a virgin with little knowledge of sex, she found herself filled with almost uncontrollable desires. Without being asked, she slowly and deliberately, she removed her blouse and bra and with ample tits pressing into Sue's face leant forward to start the job of licking clean the spunk covered tits. She paused at the first taste of cum and considered its salty, almost fishy taste. Finding is agreeable, she set forth with gusto, the spunk covering her lips as she sucked and licked.Janette and Eustace began to kiss deeply and Eustace deftly removed the gal's blouse and bra to reveal a beautiful pair of breasts which he went on to suckle with enthusiasm as the gal grabbed and started to tug at his cock.Redford was rather embarrassed at his premature ejaculation and went and sat on one of the chairs, cock shrinking and floppy. Jill now was even more desperate for a fuck and kneeling between his legs took the soft member into her mouth, tasting the last of his cum and started to work the guy back to excitement.Lucille told a reluctant Stella to remove herself from Sue and ordered the others back to their places around the desk. By this time Lucille was the only one who was in anyway dressed and she smiled wickedly to herself as the desperate 18 year olds fought the desire simply to fuck each other stupid.

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Cecily is a young woman who will get married. by Lady_Mary. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 1 I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband's adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto. Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur. I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father. My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good homes should always have them.I nod in respect as I enter my father's study. He sits in his swivel leather-covered chair, looking as perfect as ever in his suit trousers and white shirt, ironed by my mother. He said in a cordial tone, indicating a chair for me to sit down, then said;  “Mother praises you immensely, you have become a great help to her. I am extremely pleased about that.” “ Thank you, Father. Praise always makes me happy.” I said with a smile. “Therefore,” Father puts the stack of papers aside. “I thought you were mature enough to think about your household”. “My household?”  I repeated in surprise. I felt my face turn white. “This is what awaits every woman. I thought my mother and I had instilled this in you all.” The man walks around the desk and sits on its edge almost beside me so that he can brush his fingertips against my cheeks. “You are our great pride. You will be the same for your husband. Lucky him.” “So… who will it be?” I ask timidly. “You will find out in time. You will like it. Of that I am certain.” Father blinks one eyelid at me. “First the engagement and a few… procedures involved.” “Procedures?” I asked. “Your mother will prepare you. You have nothing to fear. Well… That is all. You may return to your duties, my child.” “Thank you, father.” I bow my head before I leave my father's office. My preparations for the nuptials began almost immediately… although I did not know to whom I would be married. I also still didn't know anything about the procedures I was to go through and my father had mentioned them. “The doctor will be with you shortly, lie still, my lady.” The maid instructed me. In fact, there was nothing wrong with me, but it was necessary for the engagement to be announced. That is what mother and one of my brothers said. So I was fulfilling a commitment. I lay in my huge bed, dressed in something like a nightdress, but much shorter than a standard one, for here the linen material ended above my knee. I didn't wait too long as the door to my room soon opened. I saw a man with blonde hair and at first sight he was two heads taller than me. He placed his brown leather bag on the table that was next to the bed. “Lady Cecily? I'm doctor Mason. I am here to confirm your readiness for the sacrament of marriage. I understand that this is your first examination of this kind, but I assure you that you have nothing to fear.” The young doctor sent me a weak smile. “ At first, I ask you to move down toward the base of the bed and spread your legs.” “What? “ I could not believe what I had just heard. Red was on my cheeks almost immediately. “Lady Cecily. It would be far better for yourself to do it voluntarily. Neither of us wants it to be unpleasant, do we?” he warned. I obediently move down and spread my thighs. I seek solace in looking at the ceiling of my bedroom. It was decorated with hierubines that were supposed to watch over the cleanliness and good conduct of the girls. “Wider. Lady Cecily, I will have to say a word to your father and husband-to-be. None of them will be pleased.” “Excuse me… I never… “ I'm at a loss for words, but I spread my legs as he asks me. This contributes to the material of the garment falling up over my stomach and the man can now see my femininity. “It's very nice…” I feel the touch of a stranger's single fingers on me. In a place so carefully hidden. The blonde man takes a seat on the stool between my legs. “I can see the hymen. It is not too thin That's good. Your spouse will be pleased with this gift. Are you sinning?” “Am I sinning?”  I ask almost in a whisper. “Have you ever touched yourself in a sinful way? In places… that you shouldn't have? Don't lie. I'm a representative of the church. God listens and can punish.” “No, no, never! I swear.” I plead terrified, but almost immediately I let out a shrill scream. I feel something inside me. “Relax, it's a good sign… Your husband will have something to work on.” I watch as the doctor slides one of his fingers out of the copper.  “With God's Grace, you will not be a less fruitful woman than your mother. Undress.” I untied the 3 bows on the front of the shirt without protest. I didn't want my future spouse to think I was a troublemaker. I am far from it. I rose to a sitting position when asked to do so. “Considerable for such a young person, but very nice. 85d to my eye.” He affirms, squeezing both my breasts in his hand, which makes me squeal. “Sensitive… Your husband will be really happy. Have you eaten anything since yesterday?” “No, my mother told me not to eat anything after breakfast yesterday. The test could give bad results.” I look up as the man walks away towards his leather bag. He looks for something for a moment. “You have a wise mother. Kneel down politely on the floor.” I do so, but first I throw on and tie my petticoat. I see the doctor smile but say nothing for a long moment. He takes slow steps towards me with something shiny in his hand, but I can't see what it is. “Open your mouth wide.” he ordered. I do so immediately and unexpectedly the doctor stuffs something into my mouth, sort of like a bite block that a dentist might use, and ties it at the back of my head. My mouth opens even wider, which causes a slight pain. “Take it easy. Put your hands behind your back and let them stay there.” The man sighs somewhat amused. “Now listen to me carefully. We must see how much you can take… it's very important.” Take? I understood absolutely nothing. I wanted to talk to the man, but my mouth was opened by some metal. I could not form anything into words. I kneel impatiently as the man walks towards his bag again and firmly presses something to the wall mirror. I am unable to see it for a long moment. Then at last I see it! I have heard about this… but a long time ago I put it out of my mind. Wives had to please their husbands in many ways when they were pregnant, often doing it with their mouths, wrapping their lips tightly around the penis to please the man. The doctor came to me and helped me to stand up, leading me to a kind of test where I knelt down again, facing the mirror. “I know that the lesson programme for female marriage preparation talks about this. However, I understand that you may have forgotten. What you see is a dildo. Silicone. Here on the side.” He points his finger to the right side of the tool.  Numbers appear every few centimetres. “This will tell us what level you are starting from. Hence the spider gag in your mouth so you can get the best possible result.” I look at the man, at the reproduction of the male penis. It is so big and thick… I can't take it. Indeed, it's a good thing I haven't eaten anything… although my stomach is starting to hurt just thinking about it. “Go ahead. I won't finish this visit until you take.” I squeeze my hands together behind my back and slowly slide the dildo into my mouth. I start to choke when I feel it at the starting point of my throat and almost immediately pull my head back, causing me to cough and my eyes fill with tears. “Try again,” he orders. “I ca ca.” I want to say I can't make it, but I can't form any words and all doctor can hear is sobbing. “Take it easy. Many young women fail to do this properly.” The doctor kneels beside me. “I'll push your head and hold it for a while Okay? This might hurt a little.” I nod in acknowledgement that I agree, although the truth is that he didn't need my consent. I felt his large but gentle hands sink into my brown curly hair and after a moment he pushed my head without indicating. I'm running out of air, so my hands are almost immediately on the wall to push back. My saliva flows out of my mouth onto the floor and mixes with my tears. Soon the push subsides and I gasp loudly for air. “10 centimetres. Perfect for a start, young lady.” I feel him unbuckle the strap from the spider gag on the back of my head and pull out the dildo. “In the face of everything, I can confirm that you can marry. You can stand up, Lady Cecily.” Although I was still a little stunned, a smile appeared on my face. My parents will be proud, especially my father. “Thank you doctor and… I apologize for my behaviour.” “Nothing has happened. Fortunately, you turned out to be as obedient as you are said to be.” The man hides the instruments in his bag and pulls out a notebook. “You bleed regularly, according to your mother… The only thing I can recommend is vitamins. This will help in creating a family and in bringing new life into this world.” He speaks confidently and writes down on a piece of paper, which he seals at the end. “God bless you, young bride.” I say goodbye to the doctor, and immediately after him mother enters the chambers, before whom I bow as I did before my father to pay my respects. “The doctor has praised you. Father is delighted. So is your fiancé.” “Who is it? My fiancé?” “Daughter… These things only happen at the altar.”  She says amused by my question, which I could ask several times a day. “Now you must be clothed and this must go back to its place.” She points to my belt, my virginity belt. I have worn this attribute of maturity since I started menstruating. This has happened to every young woman in our faith. Without it, we might have sinned and tarnished the honour of the family, thus derailing any chance of a favourable marriage. It was locked with a key, and this was put in father's possession. On the wedding day it will be given to my husband. “Do married women… have to wear it too, mother?” I ask as she helps me put it on and then locks it. “Depends on their husbands. When they are in a blessed state, they usually don't, at least in the later stages of pregnancy.” I look at my mother. She was only 36 years old and pregnant, another fruit of my parents' marriage. My mother has never been without a child for more than 2 years. My parents believed that procreation was the purpose for which God created man and woman. They fulfilled it scrupulously. The Church also had this as the highest value of human life, especially of a woman. “Your underwear needs to be replaced. This one is too childish for a married woman.” mother says. “The same with your dresses… but here your spouse will have a word.” “I will put on your corset. A young married woman has no right to hunch over.” Mother pulls out my white Victorian-style corset from the wardrobe, to which I obediently allow myself to adorn and tie it, even though it was an uncomfortable piece of clothing. “Can it be a little looser, please?” “Wait a minute. You will soon get used to it. Look here, my dear.” I turn to the mirror & see my image. No one dreams of such a waist. I smile because I would be lying if I didn't like seeing how small I can be at this point on my body. “Will my sister Elizabeth be coming to my nuptials?” “It is hard to say. She is expecting a baby. It is a delicate time for a woman. You will see for yourself soon enough.” A woman puts a white dress with embroidered sunflowers on me. My shoulders were prominent, so I was a bit surprised by this choice by my parent. However, I immediately understood that this little boldness was meant to imply that I was expecting the wedding. Exactly. Wedding! “So when? When will it happen?” I ask. “In a few days… Our faith wants a girl to become a woman on her fertile days, preferably on those… the most important ones. Yours is coming.” For days afterwards, preparations were underway for the big event. The family and the servants were preparing for my wedding. My belongings were packed, although most of my clothes remained. I was assured that a wardrobe tailor-made for a married woman awaited me in my new home. Mostly my cosmetics, bedding and a small collection of jewelry were completed. I was obliged to go to bed early. Like a younger sibling, I was supposed to be in bed by 8.30 p.m. already. All this so that I would not be a tired bride. I was also taught the art of make-up and made sure my body was smooth. Husbands did not tolerate unnecessary hair. “Lady Cecily, a box for you.” a servant said from the hall. “A box? At this hour?” I ask surprised when the maid puts the box on my bed. It was of considerable size and wrapped in cobalt ribbon.  I have never received a package before bedtime. “Thank you. You may go.”  I had just come out of the bath wearing my robe and my belt was off for the bath. I waited until I was alone and with great excitement began to open… a gift? I guess you could call it that. I took a deep breath and lifted the lid. My God… what… white lace underwear appeared before my eyes. I took one part, which was supposed to be panties, but… it didn't cover anything. Only after a while did I see a small card. I take it in my hands with a trembling heart. “Hello My Spouse-to-be. I'm sure you're surprised by the contents of the package. Consider it a gift for the night that will make us soon married.” “I will be extremely pleased to see you in it. I believe that you care about pleasing your husband.” “Nevertheless, I know that you are a woman undefiled in deed or word. But I want to let you have a taste of the married life. I've discussed this with your parents, so you don't have to worry about me tarnishing your good name.” “At the bottom of the packet is something like an egg and a gel. I would like you to moisten your womanhood and gently insert the egg as deep as you can, my doll… ” I lifted the full material of my underwear and pulled out a pink ball from under it. It did indeed look like a small egg. I took a deep breath and placed a few drops of gel on my fingers. I opened my legs and this opened up my womanhood. I rubbed some of the gel in, but thought it might be worth doing with the toy itself. I breathed deeply to relax and do the job properly. I moaned several times, feeling my hole being expanded and trying to swallow I took a piece of paper in my hands to read the rest of the letter. “ Once you've done that, put on your belt. We don't want a sinful moment to come over you. Give the key back to your maid who is waiting outside the door.” “Then take your phone and call the number below…” “Your future husband” I was extremely uncomfortable in something inside. I was taking big steps, and it was apparently going to stay in me for an unknown amount of time. After putting on my virgin belt, I handed over the key to the maid who was indeed waiting outside the door I sat on the bed, but this position was uncomfortable and I did much better when I lay down. I picked up the phone and with my thoughts swirling I called the number indicated. I did not wait long, because the call was answered. “Um… hello? Lady Cecily?” I heard a warm male tone. Nice one. I've been waiting for your call. So I believe you did what I asked for?” “Yes, my Lord.” “Okay.. so we can start.” “Start wha, ah, ah!”  I screamed as I felt some vibrations in my womb, but almost immediately closed my mouth with one hand and the vibrations stopped. “ What's wrong, doll?” I heard the man's amusement. “Forgive me. Apparently that's too much to start with. I want you to lie down politely. Relaxed and closed eyes.” I felt the vibrations again, but were much softer. But I couldn't help but sigh. They grew stronger every moment, and that made my breathing heavy. I felt the muscles in my lower abdomen tighten and the tension grew. “Oh My…” I sigh loudly, but then the vibration stops. “What? why…” “You need to rest, little doll. I cannot let you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. It awaits you only in our life together.” “It was wonderful. Thank you… what's your name?” “You'll find out soon. Now go to sleep as a good girl.” He said, then hung up. I experienced something like this for the first time… and it's not the end, apparently. So, the life of a married woman… was also pleasurable? by Lady_Mary for Literotica

Cecily is a young woman who will get married. by Lady_Mary. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 1 I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband's adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto. Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur. I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father. My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good homes should always have them.I nod in respect as I enter my father's study. He sits in his swivel leather-covered chair, looking as perfect as ever in his suit trousers and white shirt, ironed by my mother. He said in a cordial tone, indicating a chair for me to sit down, then said;  “Mother praises you immensely, you have become a great help to her. I am extremely pleased about that.” “ Thank you, Father. Praise always makes me happy.” I said with a smile. “Therefore,” Father puts the stack of papers aside. “I thought you were mature enough to think about your household”. “My household?”  I repeated in surprise. I felt my face turn white. “This is what awaits every woman. I thought my mother and I had instilled this in you all.” The man walks around the desk and sits on its edge almost beside me so that he can brush his fingertips against my cheeks. “You are our great pride. You will be the same for your husband. Lucky him.” “So… who will it be?” I ask timidly. “You will find out in time. You will like it. Of that I am certain.” Father blinks one eyelid at me. “First the engagement and a few… procedures involved.” “Procedures?” I asked. “Your mother will prepare you. You have nothing to fear. Well… That is all. You may return to your duties, my child.” “Thank you, father.” I bow my head before I leave my father's office. My preparations for the nuptials began almost immediately… although I did not know to whom I would be married. I also still didn't know anything about the procedures I was to go through and my father had mentioned them. “The doctor will be with you shortly, lie still, my lady.” The maid instructed me. In fact, there was nothing wrong with me, but it was necessary for the engagement to be announced. That is what mother and one of my brothers said. So I was fulfilling a commitment. I lay in my huge bed, dressed in something like a nightdress, but much shorter than a standard one, for here the linen material ended above my knee. I didn't wait too long as the door to my room soon opened. I saw a man with blonde hair and at first sight he was two heads taller than me. He placed his brown leather bag on the table that was next to the bed. “Lady Cecily? I'm doctor Mason. I am here to confirm your readiness for the sacrament of marriage. I understand that this is your first examination of this kind, but I assure you that you have nothing to fear.” The young doctor sent me a weak smile. “ At first, I ask you to move down toward the base of the bed and spread your legs.” “What? “ I could not believe what I had just heard. Red was on my cheeks almost immediately. “Lady Cecily. It would be far better for yourself to do it voluntarily. Neither of us wants it to be unpleasant, do we?” he warned. I obediently move down and spread my thighs. I seek solace in looking at the ceiling of my bedroom. It was decorated with hierubines that were supposed to watch over the cleanliness and good conduct of the girls. “Wider. Lady Cecily, I will have to say a word to your father and husband-to-be. None of them will be pleased.” “Excuse me… I never… “ I'm at a loss for words, but I spread my legs as he asks me. This contributes to the material of the garment falling up over my stomach and the man can now see my femininity. “It's very nice…” I feel the touch of a stranger's single fingers on me. In a place so carefully hidden. The blonde man takes a seat on the stool between my legs. “I can see the hymen. It is not too thin That's good. Your spouse will be pleased with this gift. Are you sinning?” “Am I sinning?”  I ask almost in a whisper. “Have you ever touched yourself in a sinful way? In places… that you shouldn't have? Don't lie. I'm a representative of the church. God listens and can punish.” “No, no, never! I swear.” I plead terrified, but almost immediately I let out a shrill scream. I feel something inside me. “Relax, it's a good sign… Your husband will have something to work on.” I watch as the doctor slides one of his fingers out of the copper.  “With God's Grace, you will not be a less fruitful woman than your mother. Undress.” I untied the 3 bows on the front of the shirt without protest. I didn't want my future spouse to think I was a troublemaker. I am far from it. I rose to a sitting position when asked to do so. “Considerable for such a young person, but very nice. 85d to my eye.” He affirms, squeezing both my breasts in his hand, which makes me squeal. “Sensitive… Your husband will be really happy. Have you eaten anything since yesterday?” “No, my mother told me not to eat anything after breakfast yesterday. The test could give bad results.” I look up as the man walks away towards his leather bag. He looks for something for a moment. “You have a wise mother. Kneel down politely on the floor.” I do so, but first I throw on and tie my petticoat. I see the doctor smile but say nothing for a long moment. He takes slow steps towards me with something shiny in his hand, but I can't see what it is. “Open your mouth wide.” he ordered. I do so immediately and unexpectedly the doctor stuffs something into my mouth, sort of like a bite block that a dentist might use, and ties it at the back of my head. My mouth opens even wider, which causes a slight pain. “Take it easy. Put your hands behind your back and let them stay there.” The man sighs somewhat amused. “Now listen to me carefully. We must see how much you can take… it's very important.” Take? I understood absolutely nothing. I wanted to talk to the man, but my mouth was opened by some metal. I could not form anything into words. I kneel impatiently as the man walks towards his bag again and firmly presses something to the wall mirror. I am unable to see it for a long moment. Then at last I see it! I have heard about this… but a long time ago I put it out of my mind. Wives had to please their husbands in many ways when they were pregnant, often doing it with their mouths, wrapping their lips tightly around the penis to please the man. The doctor came to me and helped me to stand up, leading me to a kind of test where I knelt down again, facing the mirror. “I know that the lesson programme for female marriage preparation talks about this. However, I understand that you may have forgotten. What you see is a dildo. Silicone. Here on the side.” He points his finger to the right side of the tool.  Numbers appear every few centimetres. “This will tell us what level you are starting from. Hence the spider gag in your mouth so you can get the best possible result.” I look at the man, at the reproduction of the male penis. It is so big and thick… I can't take it. Indeed, it's a good thing I haven't eaten anything… although my stomach is starting to hurt just thinking about it. “Go ahead. I won't finish this visit until you take.” I squeeze my hands together behind my back and slowly slide the dildo into my mouth. I start to choke when I feel it at the starting point of my throat and almost immediately pull my head back, causing me to cough and my eyes fill with tears. “Try again,” he orders. “I ca ca.” I want to say I can't make it, but I can't form any words and all doctor can hear is sobbing. “Take it easy. Many young women fail to do this properly.” The doctor kneels beside me. “I'll push your head and hold it for a while Okay? This might hurt a little.” I nod in acknowledgement that I agree, although the truth is that he didn't need my consent. I felt his large but gentle hands sink into my brown curly hair and after a moment he pushed my head without indicating. I'm running out of air, so my hands are almost immediately on the wall to push back. My saliva flows out of my mouth onto the floor and mixes with my tears. Soon the push subsides and I gasp loudly for air. “10 centimetres. Perfect for a start, young lady.” I feel him unbuckle the strap from the spider gag on the back of my head and pull out the dildo. “In the face of everything, I can confirm that you can marry. You can stand up, Lady Cecily.” Although I was still a little stunned, a smile appeared on my face. My parents will be proud, especially my father. “Thank you doctor and… I apologize for my behaviour.” “Nothing has happened. Fortunately, you turned out to be as obedient as you are said to be.” The man hides the instruments in his bag and pulls out a notebook. “You bleed regularly, according to your mother… The only thing I can recommend is vitamins. This will help in creating a family and in bringing new life into this world.” He speaks confidently and writes down on a piece of paper, which he seals at the end. “God bless you, young bride.” I say goodbye to the doctor, and immediately after him mother enters the chambers, before whom I bow as I did before my father to pay my respects. “The doctor has praised you. Father is delighted. So is your fiancé.” “Who is it? My fiancé?” “Daughter… These things only happen at the altar.”  She says amused by my question, which I could ask several times a day. “Now you must be clothed and this must go back to its place.” She points to my belt, my virginity belt. I have worn this attribute of maturity since I started menstruating. This has happened to every young woman in our faith. Without it, we might have sinned and tarnished the honour of the family, thus derailing any chance of a favourable marriage. It was locked with a key, and this was put in father's possession. On the wedding day it will be given to my husband. “Do married women… have to wear it too, mother?” I ask as she helps me put it on and then locks it. “Depends on their husbands. When they are in a blessed state, they usually don't, at least in the later stages of pregnancy.” I look at my mother. She was only 36 years old and pregnant, another fruit of my parents' marriage. My mother has never been without a child for more than 2 years. My parents believed that procreation was the purpose for which God created man and woman. They fulfilled it scrupulously. The Church also had this as the highest value of human life, especially of a woman. “Your underwear needs to be replaced. This one is too childish for a married woman.” mother says. “The same with your dresses… but here your spouse will have a word.” “I will put on your corset. A young married woman has no right to hunch over.” Mother pulls out my white Victorian-style corset from the wardrobe, to which I obediently allow myself to adorn and tie it, even though it was an uncomfortable piece of clothing. “Can it be a little looser, please?” “Wait a minute. You will soon get used to it. Look here, my dear.” I turn to the mirror & see my image. No one dreams of such a waist. I smile because I would be lying if I didn't like seeing how small I can be at this point on my body. “Will my sister Elizabeth be coming to my nuptials?” “It is hard to say. She is expecting a baby. It is a delicate time for a woman. You will see for yourself soon enough.” A woman puts a white dress with embroidered sunflowers on me. My shoulders were prominent, so I was a bit surprised by this choice by my parent. However, I immediately understood that this little boldness was meant to imply that I was expecting the wedding. Exactly. Wedding! “So when? When will it happen?” I ask. “In a few days… Our faith wants a girl to become a woman on her fertile days, preferably on those… the most important ones. Yours is coming.” For days afterwards, preparations were underway for the big event. The family and the servants were preparing for my wedding. My belongings were packed, although most of my clothes remained. I was assured that a wardrobe tailor-made for a married woman awaited me in my new home. Mostly my cosmetics, bedding and a small collection of jewelry were completed. I was obliged to go to bed early. Like a younger sibling, I was supposed to be in bed by 8.30 p.m. already. All this so that I would not be a tired bride. I was also taught the art of make-up and made sure my body was smooth. Husbands did not tolerate unnecessary hair. “Lady Cecily, a box for you.” a servant said from the hall. “A box? At this hour?” I ask surprised when the maid puts the box on my bed. It was of considerable size and wrapped in cobalt ribbon.  I have never received a package before bedtime. “Thank you. You may go.”  I had just come out of the bath wearing my robe and my belt was off for the bath. I waited until I was alone and with great excitement began to open… a gift? I guess you could call it that. I took a deep breath and lifted the lid. My God… what… white lace underwear appeared before my eyes. I took one part, which was supposed to be panties, but… it didn't cover anything. Only after a while did I see a small card. I take it in my hands with a trembling heart. “Hello My Spouse-to-be. I'm sure you're surprised by the contents of the package. Consider it a gift for the night that will make us soon married.” “I will be extremely pleased to see you in it. I believe that you care about pleasing your husband.” “Nevertheless, I know that you are a woman undefiled in deed or word. But I want to let you have a taste of the married life. I've discussed this with your parents, so you don't have to worry about me tarnishing your good name.” “At the bottom of the packet is something like an egg and a gel. I would like you to moisten your womanhood and gently insert the egg as deep as you can, my doll… ” I lifted the full material of my underwear and pulled out a pink ball from under it. It did indeed look like a small egg. I took a deep breath and placed a few drops of gel on my fingers. I opened my legs and this opened up my womanhood. I rubbed some of the gel in, but thought it might be worth doing with the toy itself. I breathed deeply to relax and do the job properly. I moaned several times, feeling my hole being expanded and trying to swallow I took a piece of paper in my hands to read the rest of the letter. “ Once you've done that, put on your belt. We don't want a sinful moment to come over you. Give the key back to your maid who is waiting outside the door.” “Then take your phone and call the number below…” “Your future husband” I was extremely uncomfortable in something inside. I was taking big steps, and it was apparently going to stay in me for an unknown amount of time. After putting on my virgin belt, I handed over the key to the maid who was indeed waiting outside the door I sat on the bed, but this position was uncomfortable and I did much better when I lay down. I picked up the phone and with my thoughts swirling I called the number indicated. I did not wait long, because the call was answered. “Um… hello? Lady Cecily?” I heard a warm male tone. Nice one. I've been waiting for your call. So I believe you did what I asked for?” “Yes, my Lord.” “Okay.. so we can start.” “Start wha, ah, ah!”  I screamed as I felt some vibrations in my womb, but almost immediately closed my mouth with one hand and the vibrations stopped. “ What's wrong, doll?” I heard the man's amusement. “Forgive me. Apparently that's too much to start with. I want you to lie down politely. Relaxed and closed eyes.” I felt the vibrations again, but were much softer. But I couldn't help but sigh. They grew stronger every moment, and that made my breathing heavy. I felt the muscles in my lower abdomen tighten and the tension grew. “Oh My…” I sigh loudly, but then the vibration stops. “What? why…” “You need to rest, little doll. I cannot let you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. It awaits you only in our life together.” “It was wonderful. Thank you… what's your name?” “You'll find out soon. Now go to sleep as a good girl.” He said, then hung up. I experienced something like this for the first time… and it's not the end, apparently. So, the life of a married woman… was also pleasurable? by Lady_Mary for Literotica

Cecily is a young woman who will get married. by Lady Mary. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 1 I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband's adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto. [[MORE]]  Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur.  I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father. My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good homes should always have them.  I nod in respect as I enter my father's study. He sits in his swivel leather-covered chair, looking as perfect as ever in his suit trousers and white shirt, ironed by my mother.  He said in a cordial tone, indicating a chair for me to sit down, then said;  “Mother praises you immensely, you have become a great help to her. I am extremely pleased about that.” “ Thank you, Father. Praise always makes me happy.” I said with a smile.  “Therefore,” Father puts the stack of papers aside. “I thought you were mature enough to think about your household”. “My household?”  I repeated in surprise. I felt my face turn white. “This is what awaits every woman. I thought my mother and I had instilled this in you all.” The man walks around the desk and sits on its edge almost beside me so that he can brush his fingertips against my cheeks. “You are our great pride. You will be the same for your husband. Lucky him.” “So... who will it be?” I ask timidly. “You will find out in time. You will like it. Of that I am certain.” Father blinks one eyelid at me. “First the engagement and a few... procedures involved.” “Procedures?” I asked. “Your mother will prepare you. You have nothing to fear. Well... That is all. You may return to your duties, my child.” “Thank you, father.” I bow my head before I leave my father's office. My preparations for the nuptials began almost immediately... although I did not know to whom I would be married. I also still didn't know anything about the procedures I was to go through and my father had mentioned them. “The doctor will be with you shortly, lie still, my lady.” The maid instructed me. In fact, there was nothing wrong with me, but it was necessary for the engagement to be announced. That is what mother and one of my brothers said. So I was fulfilling a commitment. I lay in my huge bed, dressed in something like a nightdress, but much shorter than a standard one, for here the linen material ended above my knee. I didn't wait too long as the door to my room soon opened. I saw a man with blonde hair and at first sight he was two heads taller than me. He placed his brown leather bag on the table that was next to the bed. “Lady Cecily? I'm doctor Mason. I am here to confirm your readiness for the sacrament of marriage. I understand that this is your first examination of this kind, but I assure you that you have nothing to fear.” The young doctor sent me a weak smile. “ At first, I ask you to move down toward the base of the bed and spread your legs.” “What? “ I could not believe what I had just heard. Red was on my cheeks almost immediately. “Lady Cecily. It would be far better for yourself to do it voluntarily. Neither of us wants it to be unpleasant, do we?” he warned. I obediently move down and spread my thighs. I seek solace in looking at the ceiling of my bedroom. It was decorated with hierubines that were supposed to watch over the cleanliness and good conduct of the girls. “Wider. Lady Cecily, I will have to say a word to your father and husband-to-be. None of them will be pleased.” “Excuse me... I never... “ I'm at a loss for words, but I spread my legs as he asks me. This contributes to the material of the garment falling up over my stomach and the man can now see my femininity. “It's very nice...” I feel the touch of a stranger's single fingers on me. In a place so carefully hidden. The blonde man takes a seat on the stool between my legs. “I can see the hymen. It is not too thin That's good. Your spouse will be pleased with this gift. Are you sinning?” “Am I sinning?”  I ask almost in a whisper. “Have you ever touched yourself in a sinful way? In places... that you shouldn't have? Don't lie. I'm a representative of the church. God listens and can punish.” “No, no, never! I swear.” I plead terrified, but almost immediately I let out a shrill scream. I feel something inside me. “Relax, it's a good sign... Your husband will have something to work on.” I watch as the doctor slides one of his fingers out of the copper.  “With God's Grace, you will not be a less fruitful woman than your mother. Undress.” I untied the 3 bows on the front of the shirt without protest. I didn't want my future spouse to think I was a troublemaker. I am far from it. I rose to a sitting position when asked to do so. “Considerable for such a young person, but very nice. 85d to my eye.” He affirms, squeezing both my breasts in his hand, which makes me squeal. “Sensitive... Your husband will be really happy. Have you eaten anything since yesterday?” “No, my mother told me not to eat anything after breakfast yesterday. The test could give bad results.” I look up as the man walks away towards his leather bag. He looks for something for a moment. “You have a wise mother. Kneel down politely on the floor.” I do so, but first I throw on and tie my petticoat. I see the doctor smile but say nothing for a long moment. He takes slow steps towards me with something shiny in his hand, but I can't see what it is. “Open your mouth wide.” he ordered.  I do so immediately and unexpectedly the doctor stuffs something into my mouth, sort of like a bite block that a dentist might use, and ties it at the back of my head. My mouth opens even wider, which causes a slight pain.  “Take it easy. Put your hands behind your back and let them stay there.” The man sighs somewhat amused. “Now listen to me carefully. We must see how much you can take... it's very important.” Take? I understood absolutely nothing. I wanted to talk to the man, but my mouth was opened by some metal. I could not form anything into words. I kneel impatiently as the man walks towards his bag again and firmly presses something to the wall mirror. I am unable to see it for a long moment. Then at last I see it! I have heard about this... but a long time ago I put it out of my mind. Wives had to please their husbands in many ways when they were pregnant, often doing it with their mouths, wrapping their lips tightly around the penis to please the man. The doctor came to me and helped me to stand up, leading me to a kind of test where I knelt down again, facing the mirror. “I know that the lesson programme for female marriage preparation talks about this. However, I understand that you may have forgotten. What you see is a dildo. Silicone. Here on the side.” He points his finger to the right side of the tool.  Numbers appear every few centimetres.  “This will tell us what level you are starting from. Hence the spider gag in your mouth so you can get the best possible result.” I look at the man, at the reproduction of the male penis. It is so big and thick... I can't take it. Indeed, it's a good thing I haven't eaten anything... although my stomach is starting to hurt just thinking about it. “Go ahead. I won't finish this visit until you take.” I squeeze my hands together behind my back and slowly slide the dildo into my mouth. I start to choke when I feel it at the starting point of my throat and almost immediately pull my head back, causing me to cough and my eyes fill with tears. “Try again,” he orders. “I ca ca.” I want to say I can't make it, but I can't form any words and all doctor can hear is sobbing. “Take it easy. Many young women fail to do this properly.” The doctor kneels beside me. “I'll push your head and hold it for a while Okay? This might hurt a little.” I nod in acknowledgement that I agree, although the truth is that he didn't need my consent. I felt his large but gentle hands sink into my brown curly hair and after a moment he pushed my head without indicating. I'm running out of air, so my hands are almost immediately on the wall to push back. My saliva flows out of my mouth onto the floor and mixes with my tears. Soon the push subsides and I gasp loudly for air. “10 centimetres. Perfect for a start, young lady.” I feel him unbuckle the strap from the spider gag on the back of my head and pull out the dildo.  “In the face of everything, I can confirm that you can marry. You can stand up, Lady Cecily.” Although I was still a little stunned, a smile appeared on my face. My parents will be proud, especially my father. “Thank you doctor and... I apologize for my behaviour.” “Nothing has happened. Fortunately, you turned out to be as obedient as you are said to be.” The man hides the instruments in his bag and pulls out a notebook. “You bleed regularly, according to your mother... The only thing I can recommend is vitamins. This will help in creating a family and in bringing new life into this world.” He speaks confidently and writes down on a piece of paper, which he seals at the end. “God bless you, young bride.” I say goodbye to the doctor, and immediately after him mother enters the chambers, before whom I bow as I did before my father to pay my respects. “The doctor has praised you. Father is delighted. So is your fiancé.” “Who is it? My fiancé?”  “Daughter... These things only happen at the altar.”  She says amused by my question, which I could ask several times a day. “Now you must be clothed and this must go back to its place.” She points to my belt, my virginity belt. I have worn this attribute of maturity since I started menstruating. This has happened to every young woman in our faith. Without it, we might have sinned and tarnished the honour of the family, thus derailing any chance of a favourable marriage. It was locked with a key, and this was put in father's possession. On the wedding day it will be given to my husband.  “Do married women... have to wear it too, mother?” I ask as she helps me put it on and then locks it.  “Depends on their husbands. When they are in a blessed state, they usually don't, at least in the later stages of pregnancy.” I look at my mother. She was only 36 years old and pregnant, another fruit of my parents' marriage. My mother has never been without a child for more than 2 years. My parents believed that procreation was the purpose for which God created man and woman. They fulfilled it scrupulously. The Church also had this as the highest value of human life, especially of a woman. “Your underwear needs to be replaced. This one is too childish for a married woman.” mother says. “The same with your dresses... but here your spouse will have a word.”  “I will put on your corset. A young married woman has no right to hunch over.” Mother pulls out my white Victorian-style corset from the wardrobe, to which I obediently allow myself to adorn and tie it, even though it was an uncomfortable piece of clothing.  “Can it be a little looser, please?”  “Wait a minute. You will soon get used to it. Look here, my dear.” I turn to the mirror & see my image. No one dreams of such a waist. I smile because I would be lying if I didn't like seeing how small I can be at this point on my body.  “Will my sister Elizabeth be coming to my nuptials?”  “It is hard to say. She is expecting a baby. It is a delicate time for a woman. You will see for yourself soon enough.” A woman puts a white dress with embroidered sunflowers on me. My shoulders were prominent, so I was a bit surprised by this choice by my parent. However, I immediately understood that this little boldness was meant to imply that I was expecting the wedding. Exactly. Wedding!  “So when? When will it happen?” I ask.  “In a few days... Our faith wants a girl to become a woman on her fertile days, preferably on those... the most important ones. Yours is coming.” For days afterwards, preparations were underway for the big event. The family and the servants were preparing for my wedding. My belongings were packed, although most of my clothes remained. I was assured that a wardrobe tailor-made for a married woman awaited me in my new home. Mostly my cosmetics, bedding and a small collection of jewelry were completed. I was obliged to go to bed early. Like a younger sibling, I was supposed to be in bed by 8.30 p.m. already. All this so that I would not be a tired bride. I was also taught the art of make-up and made sure my body was smooth. Husbands did not tolerate unnecessary hair. “Lady Cecily, a box for you.” a servant said from the hall.  “A box? At this hour?” I ask surprised when the maid puts the box on my bed. It was of considerable size and wrapped in cobalt ribbon.  I have never received a package before bedtime. “Thank you. You may go.”  I had just come out of the bath wearing my robe and my belt was off for the bath. I waited until I was alone and with great excitement began to open... a gift? I guess you could call it that. I took a deep breath and lifted the lid.  My God... what... white lace underwear appeared before my eyes. I took one part, which was supposed to be panties, but... it didn't cover anything. Only after a while did I see a small card. I take it in my hands with a trembling heart. "Hello My Spouse-to-be. I'm sure you're surprised by the contents of the package. Consider it a gift for the night that will make us soon married.”   “I will be extremely pleased to see you in it. I believe that you care about pleasing your husband.” “Nevertheless, I know that you are a woman undefiled in deed or word. But I want to let you have a taste of the married life. I've discussed this with your parents, so you don't have to worry about me tarnishing your good name.” “At the bottom of the packet is something like an egg and a gel. I would like you to moisten your womanhood and gently insert the egg as deep as you can, my doll... " I lifted the full material of my underwear and pulled out a pink ball from under it. It did indeed look like a small egg. I took a deep breath and placed a few drops of gel on my fingers. I opened my legs and this opened up my womanhood. I rubbed some of the gel in, but thought it might be worth doing with the toy itself. I breathed deeply to relax and do the job properly. I moaned several times, feeling my hole being expanded and trying to swallow I took a piece of paper in my hands to read the rest of the letter. " Once you've done that, put on your belt. We don't want a sinful moment to come over you. Give the key back to your maid who is waiting outside the door.” “Then take your phone and call the number below...” “Your future husband" I was extremely uncomfortable in something inside. I was taking big steps, and it was apparently going to stay in me for an unknown amount of time. After putting on my virgin belt, I handed over the key to the maid who was indeed waiting outside the door I sat on the bed, but this position was uncomfortable and I did much better when I lay down. I picked up the phone and with my thoughts swirling I called the number indicated. I did not wait long, because the call was answered.  “Um... hello? Lady Cecily?” I heard a warm male tone. Nice one. I've been waiting for your call. So I believe you did what I asked for?”  “Yes, my Lord.”  “Okay.. so we can start.”  “Start wha, ah, ah!”  I screamed as I felt some vibrations in my womb, but almost immediately closed my mouth with one hand and the vibrations stopped. “ What's wrong, doll?” I heard the man's amusement. “Forgive me. Apparently that's too much to start with. I want you to lie down politely. Relaxed and closed eyes.” I felt the vibrations again, but were much softer. But I couldn't help but sigh. They grew stronger every moment, and that made my breathing heavy. I felt the muscles in my lower abdomen tighten and the tension grew.  “Oh My...” I sigh loudly, but then the vibration stops. “What? why...” “You need to rest, little doll. I cannot let you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. It awaits you only in our life together.”  “It was wonderful. Thank you... what's your name?” “You'll find out soon. Now go to sleep as a good girl.” He said, then hung up. I experienced something like this for the first time... and it's not the end, apparently. So, the life of a married woman... was also pleasurable? By Lady_Mary for Literotica

Exposing the Debauchery In Christian Disguise In 4 parts, By Carole_n_Nice.Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Next Day Aftermath The next morning, Prudence and I sat on pillows at the kitchen table and broke fast. Grace had left to take care of both Melanie's and her children. Melanie made a large breakfast that we ate in silence. We finished clearing the dishes and looked at each other. "Okay, Last night needs to be discussed," Melanie stated. "First off, how did your father let this get so far out of control? [[MORE]] Both Prudence and I shook our heads not knowing. "This is too strange." This just happened?" "You both get picked for this Eden Conference out of the blue," she went on. "Why?" I had no clue and I just shook my head again. I heard my sister Prudence whisper from the side, "I might have said something to Prelate Mathias?" Both Melanie and I looked at her stunned! "He kept asking me how things were at home," Prudence continued. "How was our father since the divorce?" "How were you acting, Chastity." "Did I noticed anything different in the house?" "Oh my blessed mother," I cried! "How could you say anything to the Prelate?" Melanie shook her head visibly shaken. "Sister PRUDENCE you know better than to let the bishops and prelates to have knowledge of our inside family!" "What in Lords sake were you thinking?" Prudence broke down in tears. "Father spends all his time with you, Chastity." "Even at the family Eden Conference he was with you, not Melanie who he rightfully should have been." "It wasn't right!" "And you told the Prelate that, Prudence?" "PRUDENCE," Melanie repeated again at a shout. My sister just nodded. Melanie kissed Prudence on the cheek and told her not to worry about it. Just go up and get some rest. Prudence kissed me and apologized. She then went up to her room and slept again. "Melanie?" "What are we going to do," I implored her. She took me by the hand and we went up to my bedroom and laid on the pillow. Melanie I think had a fairly good grasp of the danger we were in. Prelate Mathias was a vengeful man and he somehow took slight at something our family had done. In addition, he knew that something was going on between my father and I, (although she didn't think he had figured out that we had married each other). Excommunication was a real possibility. The community owned all the land our houses stood on. If we were excommunicated, we had to vacate the land and the house that stood on it. We would be homeless and probably without employment. Melanie held my hand as we lay on our bed, heads together on my pillow when a loud knocking came on the front door. Both of us jumped up and came out of the bedroom. Prudence was already standing out on the second floor landing, looking frightened to death. "It is Prelate Mathias and his two grandsons, again." Melanie turned to both of us and told us to hide. She walked down the stairs and opened the door. Upon seeing Prelate Mathias, she curtsied to him and bid the twins good morning. "Good Morning, Sister Melanie," he said pleasantly. "I have come to collect the sisters Chastity and Prudence so that we might finish our Eden Conference from last night." "It wasn't properly consummated and, of course, it continues from vespers of the day until the evening vigil of the next." Melanie nodded unsure if the scriptures he was quoting were correct and said, "My sisters are not here." "I think they went to the Holy One's house in an attempt to see their mother." The Prelate nodded in understanding. "That is unfortunate because if it is not consummated, I would be bound to commence another twenty four hour period tonight or the next?" With that, I watched down the stairs as one of the twins whispered into his grandfather's ear. He listened intently and said, "Why of course!" "Melanie, my grandson has properly corrected me and explained the time would not restart if a surrogate were to replace them." "Perhaps you would like to substitute for one of them and maybe another woman?" "Your sister-in-law Grace maybe?" Hearing this I ran to the window and went onto the second floor roof. I told Prudence to hide and be quiet. I slid down the second floor rain gutter, (something I had not done for several years), and ran around the building to the front of the house. "Prelate, Melanie explained, Sister Grace is watching our children." "I am also certain that many women would be honored to share this moment of atonement with your Grandsons." "However with the late notice they would not be able to give up their household duties that quickly." "That is unfortunate," the Prelate said. "Eminence, I am an experienced woman and have attended a dozen or so of these conferences." "Surely I would suffice to satisfy two young men and we could..." Before Melanie finished her sentence, I opened the door and feigned surprise to see the prelate there. I was driven not to have Prudence go through what we had done the last night. I quickly curtsied to him and the twins and thanked them for the honor that they had given me the previous night. Prelate Mathias smiled and brushed my face. "It is nice to see you daughter Chastity." "I was just asking the whereabouts of your sister Prudence and was explained that she would not be back shortly?" I nodded. "Well the Eden Conference is not finished because it was not vaginally consummated last night." "We don't have your sister Prudence here but Melanie has volunteered to be her surrogate." "I think we have the required number of people here so we should go to my house." With that, he took both our hands and led us off the porch and to his car. As he reached the door, he waited, expecting to have his door opened for him. Melanie quickly ran around the car and opened the driver's side door. The Twins stood there looking at me. I swallowed and opened the door for them. The Prelate started the car and stopped for a moment. "Wait!" "I forget myself!" "I should call your father so that he should finish this most sacred occasion with us." "NO," Melanie said! "Father is out of town on business and will not be back before Vespers." "I see, well maybe I or one of the twins might be able to find a surrogate to fill in for him?" The Twins just nodded and off we went to the Prelates house. As we drove, the Prelate swerved into the auto shop my brother Thomas worked at. He got out of the car. Without a word, he went to the bay my brother was working in and started to talk to him. My brother listened and looked up, looking at his wife Melanie and shaking his head no. After several minutes of discussion, my brother Thomas threw the oily rag he had in his hand on the ground and grimly nodded yes. Several minutes later, he approached the car. Prelate Mathias turned to me and said, "Chastity, would you be kind enough to open the door for your brother?" "Yes your Eminence," I stated and scrambled out of the back seat to open the door for my brother. The prelate started the car and commenced driving towards his house again. After several minutes, he turned and said, "I know we all have had this occasion happen to us without planning." "It would probably be wise to shorten the time spent of consummation as much as much as possible?" "This would allow us to get back to our primary order of raising our families and flock?" We all nodded willing, no praying to get this over with. The two obese twins squeezing my sister-in-law and me together because they took up most of the back seat to themselves. "Sisters Melanie and Chastity, You may perform your self-stimulation rite in the back seat while I drive." Thomas immediately flared up, "That would be unseemly to have two women stimulating their vaginas in the back seat of a car while driving in the community, Prelate!" "Nonsense Elder Thomas!" "You just heard your sister and your wife agree that saving time would be of benefit to everyone." Melanie looked at me and we both knew we had to get this over with. I lifted my skirt up and bunched it around my hips. I reached into my panties and pulled them down my legs. I took them down to my ankles and then kicked them off. Melanie did the same with her panties. "Melanie, give your panties to one of the boys to safeguard them while you masturbate," the Prelate dictated. "Chastity, give your panties to your brother," he nodded to Thomas. I took my panties and bunched them up in my hand. I reached over the front seat and handed them to my brother. I spread my legs open slightly and moved my hand reluctantly over my mound. I started to stimulate myself. Melanie reached over and grabbed my hand. She squeezed it and we both concentrated on making ourselves wet. Several minutes later, the Prelate had another idea, "The twins are innocent." "Maybe you should show them how to stimulate a woman so they will know how to do it when they have wives?" I was bewildered. Melanie leaned over and said, "Watch." She took the hand of the nearest obese one and moved it between her legs. I watched as he took his finger and moved it along her slit. "Melanie, tell him how to do it and you help also Chastity." I grabbed the other twins hand and put it between my legs. I opened them more and watched Melanie, desperate to mimic her actions. Trying to mimic everything she did. Melanie spread her legs wider open, draping one of them over mine and pulling me open at the same time. She took the hand of the twin removed it from between her legs and kissed his fingers. Sucking them into her mouth. I continued to do exactly as she did. She turned to both of them, "Watch between our legs." "Look at our intimate places so that you will know how to finger fuck your wives." I was a little shocked at the language coming from my sister and how graphic she was. The Prelate seemed pleased with her lesson while Thomas just stared out the front window with my panties in his hand. She took his fingers back into her mouth and got them wet, "Make your wife spread her labia for you," she said as she opened herself up. "Have her wet your fingers like I did so that you will have lubrication on them." "This will place you in your rightful position as in command of her cunt." She took his fingers and placed them between the opening in her vulva. Spread wide she grasped several fingers and nodded, "Insert two or three fingers inside her." "That way you'll know if the muscles of her pelvis is responding to your stimulation." "Most women respond better if they have some bulk in their pussy." "Two or three fingers inserted inside her will make her go crazy for you." She took three fingers and placed them inside her pussy. I took TWO fingers and moved them inside me. Dreading that I would have to take three. Melanie reached and took his other hand. With the index finger she moved it just below the base of her mound. "Take the tip of your finger and find the hood of her clitoris." "Massage it until it starts to grow under your finger." "That is it, you have it," Melanie gasped! I did the same thing but I was far behind where Melanie was at. I could see her hips thrust upwards against her fingers. Suddenly, she was screaming, "Oh MY GOSH." "No one has ever made me feel this way!" She ground hard against him and screamed, "I'M COMING!" "I CAN'T STAND IT!" "YOU ARE A STALLION!" I looked up and noticed that the Prelate had pulled over to watch Melanie. She had this incredible orgasm. I couldn't believe it. She had a hard time controlling her breathing. My brother turned around and looked her straight in the eye. She looked up at him and they both smiled!?! Oh my gosh, She faked it. She faked having an orgasm! My brother was having a hard time controlling his laughter. I was not to be outdone! I could put on an award performing performance myself! I arched my back, feeling the obese boy's hard penis pressed between my butt cheeks. I squeezed my legs together and trapped his hand between them. I circled my arm behind me and over his leg and shouted, "PLEASE, allow me to cum, beloved!" "I need to feel your finger inside me." "I... I..." I pushed my backside against him one more time and screamed out, "I am cumming." "YOU MAKE ME FEEL MORE LIKE A WOMAN THAN I HAVE EVER FELT BEFORE IN MY LIFE!" All of a sudden, as I finished Act 1, Scene 2, I felt this wet sticky squirt on my back and dripping down the crack of my butt. He came. He ejaculated because I talked to him? He came all sticky on my back and pressed against his fat tummy. My brother gave me a funny look and looked to the steering wheel. I scooted up on the twin's lap looking like I was trying to get more comfortable and looked to where my brother's eyes were fixed. The Prelate was masturbating! We drove to the Prelate changed his mind and drove to our community house. It appeared he could no longer wait and this was ten miles closer. He had us clean his grandsons' tummies clean with our tongues. We took up their seed in our mouths as they giggled as if we were tickling them. When we entered the house, we were led to the great room. Prelate Mathias took a breath and was about to instruct us when my brother Thomas interrupted him. "I am my father's surrogate." "I will conduct the ceremony Eminence." The prelate was shocked for a moment but smiled and nodded his agreement. Thomas turned to us and ordered us to kneel. We both knelt in front of him and assumed our position of prayer. "Chastity, What are you," he asked? "I am a Woman, brother." "I created the first sin against our beloved lord and I am responsible for having us exiled from Eden." He turned to Melanie and said, "Wife, what are you?" "I am a Woman, husband." "I created the first sin against our beloved lord and I am responsible for having us exiled from Eden." "Wife, as a woman, how will you atone for your sins," he questioned? "Husband, I will pray daily for our salvation, I will obey you, my ordained Elders and my Father in all things." "I will work for them to be accepted into heaven and I will strive to reach the next step of reincarnated myself and blessed into manhood in my next life." "Chastity? And you," he asked? "Brother, I will pray daily for our salvation, I will obey you brother, my ordained elders and my Husband in all things." He quickly went through our requirements by the covenants and had us stand. "Chastity?" "Melanie?" "You may disrobe." Melanie and I turned to each other. She brushed my cheek and actually kissed me lightly on my lips. "This will be over soon, sister." "It will pass." "Let us make the best of it." With that she turned me and undressed me. She would not let me take any garments off myself. When she went to take my panties off, she got on her knees, looking straight at my mound, and pulled my panties from my hips. She smiled up at me and padded the front of my mound for a second, a slight graze actually and stood up. I helped her unbutton the back of her dress and assisted in helping her to disrobe. When we were finished, we stood in front of the twins. "Sister!" "Wife!" "Undress your communicants," he commanded. We both went over and unbuttoned their shirts. I pulled the shirt of one of them, off his arms with some difficulty. I pulled mightily on the shirt and pulled the tail from his pants. I knelt before him and fumbled trying to find his belt buckle. After finding it, I pulled it lose and unbuttoned his trousers. I pulled his zipper down and his pants off his hips. I then pulled his under garments off and he stood naked in front of me. "Take their clothes and fold them neatly on the table." We both looked at him strangely and did as we were told. We took the clothing and folded them onto the table that the donation boxes sit normally at the entrance to the church. Thomas took the ottomans that had been used for Prudence and I the prior night. He placed them in front of the twins. "Elder Brothers, these women are unworthy to earn your cocks." "They must prove their worth to you." "Bend over on the ottomans and present your ass to them." "Have them open you wide and clean you with their tongues." I could see that they were excited because they got hard with my brother's words. I was in shock with my brother's words. My brother walked over to the prelate, took him aside and talked to him for several minutes. When he came back, the Prelate had a pale look on his face. "Now, Brothers, You may order these slut bitches to lick your asses." They both shouted out, saliva actually dripping down their chin, "Lick our asses, sluts." My brother turned to us, "Wife!" "Sister!" "Do as your betters tell you to do!" I was going to vomit. I knew I couldn't do this but I did what my brother said to do. I stood kneeled behind one while Melanie did the other. She nodded to me and I parted the ass cheeks of the one in front of me. As I started to hold my breath, and bend over, I felt my brother jerk my head back. There was a horrible scream and I saw a wooden croquet stake up his anus. I watched Thomas go to the next one, pull his wife away and slam another stake up this one's ass. "I am going to tell you fat pigs, exactly what I told that coward of a grandfather you have." "IF you EVER harm my sisters again, come near our family again, ever say anything against our family again?" "I will damn you in front of God, I and my brothers will stick your asses impaled on a telephone pole like a child's sucker and we'll light the pole on fire." "I will watch you burn on earth before you start your eternal burn in hell." With that, he forced the Prelate to disrobe. Thomas told us to dress. He slapped the Prelate in the face and had us gather their clothes. When we got outside, he ran to his truck and came back with a can of Kerosene. He sprinkled their clothing with the liquid and lit them on fire. "Wife and Sister, it is time to go home." At Home When we got home my husband was waiting for us at the table with Prudence. I kissed his cheek in front of Thomas and said, "It is nice to see you father." He smiled up to me weakly. Thomas shook his head no. "Chastity call him what he is." I looked confused and turned to Melanie who nodded his head. I bent over and kissed him on the lips and said, "It is nice to see you, Husband." Thomas then turned to Prudence. "Prudence, our family was in grave danger today caused by you telling the Prelate family things." "It was caused by your jealousy." "That will not happen again do you understand?" Prudence nodded her head and Thomas bent over and gave her a kiss. "I am my father's surrogate today and I will not cede that right this day." "Chastity, you will not sleep with your husband tonight." "You are the cause of some of this by taking your father away from his first daughter, Prudence." I nodded. "Prudence, you will take father to his bed, please him and take his seed." "You will remain obedient to him this whole night." "Do you understand?" She nodded. I watched my husband go up the stairs with my sister. I felt emptiness as they walked together, hand and hand. I realized my sister had been seriously hurt by our marriage. "I plan on going to spend the evening with Mathew and Grace," Thomas stated. "Melanie will stay here with you, Chastity." I stood up and kissed my brother's cheek. "That is not necessary, Thomas." "I am perfectly fine in the house by myself even with Prudence being with my husband." "Thank you but Melanie should be with you." "Chastity, you do not really understand much, do you sister," he said? I was at a loss. I had no idea what I did wrong. "Sister, you not only hurt Prudence." "You tore Melanie apart," he said to me. "How?" I turned to Melanie. "I've tried to be a good sister to you, Melanie." "I love you," I pleaded to her. Melanie stood up, looked at me and said, "And I love you also, Melanie." I looked even more confused. "Melanie, I love you more." "Like a husband loves a wife." "I've always loved you." "I have loved you since we were children." Thomas turned to me and nodded. "She has always loved you and I have known it before we were married." "She told me that," he said. "she told me as part of our marriage and it has made our marriage stronger for the truth of it." "We sometimes pretend during love making that we share you in our bed." "For I love you also." "So tonight I am still your father as your husband has gone to bed with your sister, "he smiled. "You will do as I say and Melanie will bed you." "She has earned this one night with you and tonight it is in my power to give it to her." "So sister Chastity, you will take the Eden oaths in front of my wife tonight." "Now both of you go." With Melanie Melanie opened my door with a silence that almost shattered my eardrums from the echo in my ears, "She has earned this one night with you and tonight it is in my power to give it to her." I got into the room and immediately fell to my knees in front of my sister-in-law. I commenced the recitation without prompt and I felt her palm clasp over my mouth. "Chastity, lovers do not get on their knees and pledge to obey because someone did something thousands of years ago and they want to take some guys seed." "They hold each other, make each other feel safe and wanted." With that, she took my hand and brought me to my bed. I felt her lean towards me and place my lower lip between her two lips. She sucked on it momentarily and then kissed me softly, fully on my lips. Her tongue caressed my lips between her kisses and her hand gently caressed my shoulders. Melanie laid me on the bed and twisted my legs counter clockwise so that my head would be on the pillow and my feet at the foot of the bed. She lay down beside md and kissed my ear, saying nothing but kissing. Her hand across my tummy and holding my waist to her. Her tongue licked my ear, slowly boring inside it until I found the nerves in my ear connect with my pelvis area. She swabbed inside it and curled her tongue upward as she withdrew it from my ear canal. I felt her hand move to my bonnet. I straightened up automatically, rigid and said, "NO!" "That is for my husband." Melanie pushed my bonnet off the back of my head and stroked an absent strand of hair off my forehead. "Chastity, it is just hair." "It is supposed to be something that only a husband sees but no other male." "I am your sister, Love." "It is allowed." She stroked my forehead and my eyes started to close as if she was hypnotizing me. I felt her arm move and I looked up and she had taken her bonnet off also. She laid her head next to mine and our hair spread over the pillow, intertwining each other. The softness of her breath on my neck and the warmth of her body next to me, made me close my eyes and shortly later, I had fallen asleep. When I awoke, darkness had taken over the sky and she was still looking at me, stroking my hair. "How long have I been a sleep, sister," I asked her? "Two plus hours," she said as she looked at my face. She was a truly beautiful woman and with a grace that few of us achieve. I smiled across to her as she lay next to me. "Go shower and I will be with you shortly." I showered in water so hot I could barely stand beneath it. I washed thoroughly and felt completely refreshed. There was a night dress set out for me and I quickly robed. As I was brushing my hair, Melanie came in and smiled. "Sister Chastity, come with me onto the bed." She had changed into a night dress also. I sat down and she had prepared a light meal of fresh slice fruit, yogurt and cocoa. As we munched, she started to explain. "Sister, they teach us how to make ourselves wet so that men may gain entrance to our legs." "The church teaches us to spread our legs so that we may atone for the sins of someone I have never met and died eons ago." "Tonight, I will teach what our bodies are truly meant for." With that she told me how my brother Thomas had an open relationship with my brother Mathew and his wife Grace. Now that I was married to my father, they wanted me to be included in this group. She had been chosen because she actually was in love with me. They all agreed it would be done better with a woman who had a non-blood relationship with me and one who enjoyed being with another woman. She cleaned our plates off the bed and came back on it. She gently pulled me down on the mattress and began to kiss my neck. Her tongue was licking my neck as she made her way up to my ear. I felt a light kiss on my ear and her tongue starting to probe in it. She stroked my cheek with her hand and she continued to send little shock waves with her tongue in my ears. She moved her hand across my cheek and presented two fingers to my lips. I realized I was to take it in my mouth. I took the wrist of her hand, opened my mouth and took her fingers into it. I sucked on her fingers, as if it were a man's penis. I held her wrist and my tongue licked the fingers and sucked on them. I pulled her fingers nearly out of my mouth, holding the wrist taut enough to ensure I could suck on her fingertips. She withdrew from my ear and sat me up. I could feel her reach for the hem of the long night dress and tug it from underneath my rear. She knelt on the bed and took the night dressed, bunched around my waist and lifted it over my head. She kissed me fully on the lips, her tongue teasing mine and laid me back down. I lay naked but for my panties in front of my sister. She moved down the nape of my neck and started kissing again. She went down with her lips until she was barely touching the beginning swell of my breast. I pulled her head against me, forgetting me with another woman. Her hand moved up and cupped my breast fully. Her fingers teasing over my nipples. "Sister, take your breast and offer it to me." "Give me your breast and feed me as if I were YOUR child, Charity." I cupped my breast in my hand and held it to her. She hesitated and I pulled her head gently onto my breast. She suckled me as if she was a nursing baby. I squeezed my breast between her lips as if to give her my milk. I had this flash, my eyes closing and all of a sudden I realized; I was going to orgasm. My toes went rigid and I closed my legs tightly as she sucked my nipple harder. "I think I'm going to cum, Melanie," and with that... I did! Crashing inwardly onto myself with a whispered moan. I kept coming in soft waves for a minute or so and finally collapsed on my bed. After catching my breath, I turned to Melanie and questioned, "How did I do that with you just on my bed?" Melanie smiled, "I have heard a woman can cum with just someone sucking on their breast." "I have never seen it and certainly have not experienced it myself." "Clearly you can!" She lay down again next to me, but lower. Her eyes level with my belly button. She was at my tummy kissing it, her tongue again tracing wet spots across it. She came to my belly button and took her tongue. She wet it, and then pushed it inside me as if to clean it. It was like she did with my ear but this time I felt I had an almost direct connection between my navel and my vagina. "Open your legs for me, Chastity," my sister told me. I opened my legs for her and felt her hand press against my mound. Her hand trailing over my vulva and pressing against it. I pushed my hips up to meet her palm. Her middle finger started to make teasing little forays between the lips of my vagina. Never much more than the fore finger but so teasing, I kept trying to push it in. "Chastity, say it." "Tell me what you want, Sister." I looked at her hopefully. "I want you to finger me, Melanie." "Finger you where," she questioned? "My vagina, Please, Melanie?" She would not go in further. "No Chastity." "Your brothers Thomas and Mathew will want you to be explicit." "Tell me." "Talk dirty, Chastity," she urged. "I want you to finger fuck my cunt, Melanie." "Please make me take your finger deep inside me." She took her fingers and started to plunge in and out of me. Her thumb, pressed against my clit. My clit exposed itself to her thumb and I swell under just the simple pressure she put on it. I was gasping when she knelt between my legs. She bent over my pussy and started to lick my clit. I curled my toes involuntarily. She moved her fingers out of my pussy and I was about ready to shout, "NO!" I felt her take those two fingers and manipulate them between my butt cheeks. She moved in gently and I reached down to spread myself for her. "Slowly," She said. "Take my fingers slowly and slide yourself onto them." I did as she told me and pushed myself onto them until I had them both inside my ass. She took her other hand and placed two fingers into my pussy. She started finger fucking both holes. I could feel her stroking the wall of my butt as if it was but a paper thin layer between my ass and my pussy. She leaned over and blew against my swollen clit, finger fucking me the whole time. "I have to cum, sister." "Please??" With that she sucked my clit in between her lips. Her fingers in my pussy she used to impale me to the bed and the ones in my ass she started to fuck me with. I jumped upwards in a semi sitting position and my ass started to squeeze her fingers. My muscles started contracting and I could not hold it any longer! This time I just screamed, "FUCK ME!" I did it over and over until I finally stopped. I fell to the bed some minutes later. Melanie let me rest for several minutes. I felt her move her hand over my mound and thought to myself, "Not again?" "I can't." She moved between my legs and I could feel her straddle my leg. She clutched my thigh with her leg and started rubbing her vagina up against it. At the same time, she pushed her thigh against my pussy and urged me to rub myself against her thigh. "I'm going to teach you to trib, Sister." I looked at her completely confused. "I'm going to teach you how to fuck another women." She was moving very fast, sliding along my thigh as if in a race. I then remembered I had cum twice and she none. She slowed down trying to let me catch up to her. After several minutes, she lay down with her head opposite to me. She took her legs and pushed down so that her pussy made contact with me. We were like two inverted scissors with our middle connecting spot pushing against each other. She looked down and said, "Fuck me sister." "Make me cum little sister, harder than I made you cum." I took her leg and wrapped my arms around it. I used it as leverage and pushed my cunt hard against hers. I moved back and forth across her pussy and pushed my hips forward as if I were a man trying to fuck her. "Oh yes, Chastity." "That is the way to fuck a woman," she said. With that, I could feel her pussy start in contractions. She grasped me hard and said, "NOW!" "MAKE ME CUM NOW!" "FUCK ME." She grasped me hard. Pulling at me as she continued to cum. As she reached half way through her orgasm, incredibly, I had a third orgasm! We pulled on each other and sang a duet of "Oh Blessed One!" "Oh fuck yes," together. We finally finished. Melanie came up next to me tugging on the blanket and pulling it over us. We spooned together with me in the front. She wrapped me in her arms and said, "I love you." "I love you too, Sister," I whispered. I fell asleep shortly after that. By Carole_n_Nice for Literotica

Exposing the Debauchery In Christian Disguise In 4 parts, By Carole_n_Nice.Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Next Day Aftermath The next morning, Prudence and I sat on pillows at the kitchen table and broke fast. Grace had left to take care of both Melanie's and her children. Melanie made a large breakfast that we ate in silence. We finished clearing the dishes and looked at each other. "Okay, Last night needs to be discussed," Melanie stated. "First off, how did your father let this get so far out of control? [[MORE]] Both Prudence and I shook our heads not knowing. "This is too strange." This just happened?" "You both get picked for this Eden Conference out of the blue," she went on. "Why?" I had no clue and I just shook my head again. I heard my sister Prudence whisper from the side, "I might have said something to Prelate Mathias?" Both Melanie and I looked at her stunned! "He kept asking me how things were at home," Prudence continued. "How was our father since the divorce?" "How were you acting, Chastity." "Did I noticed anything different in the house?" "Oh my blessed mother," I cried! "How could you say anything to the Prelate?" Melanie shook her head visibly shaken. "Sister PRUDENCE you know better than to let the bishops and prelates to have knowledge of our inside family!" "What in Lords sake were you thinking?" Prudence broke down in tears. "Father spends all his time with you, Chastity." "Even at the family Eden Conference he was with you, not Melanie who he rightfully should have been." "It wasn't right!" "And you told the Prelate that, Prudence?" "PRUDENCE," Melanie repeated again at a shout. My sister just nodded. Melanie kissed Prudence on the cheek and told her not to worry about it. Just go up and get some rest. Prudence kissed me and apologized. She then went up to her room and slept again. "Melanie?" "What are we going to do," I implored her. She took me by the hand and we went up to my bedroom and laid on the pillow. Melanie I think had a fairly good grasp of the danger we were in. Prelate Mathias was a vengeful man and he somehow took slight at something our family had done. In addition, he knew that something was going on between my father and I, (although she didn't think he had figured out that we had married each other). Excommunication was a real possibility. The community owned all the land our houses stood on. If we were excommunicated, we had to vacate the land and the house that stood on it. We would be homeless and probably without employment. Melanie held my hand as we lay on our bed, heads together on my pillow when a loud knocking came on the front door. Both of us jumped up and came out of the bedroom. Prudence was already standing out on the second floor landing, looking frightened to death. "It is Prelate Mathias and his two grandsons, again." Melanie turned to both of us and told us to hide. She walked down the stairs and opened the door. Upon seeing Prelate Mathias, she curtsied to him and bid the twins good morning. "Good Morning, Sister Melanie," he said pleasantly. "I have come to collect the sisters Chastity and Prudence so that we might finish our Eden Conference from last night." "It wasn't properly consummated and, of course, it continues from vespers of the day until the evening vigil of the next." Melanie nodded unsure if the scriptures he was quoting were correct and said, "My sisters are not here." "I think they went to the Holy One's house in an attempt to see their mother." The Prelate nodded in understanding. "That is unfortunate because if it is not consummated, I would be bound to commence another twenty four hour period tonight or the next?" With that, I watched down the stairs as one of the twins whispered into his grandfather's ear. He listened intently and said, "Why of course!" "Melanie, my grandson has properly corrected me and explained the time would not restart if a surrogate were to replace them." "Perhaps you would like to substitute for one of them and maybe another woman?" "Your sister-in-law Grace maybe?" Hearing this I ran to the window and went onto the second floor roof. I told Prudence to hide and be quiet. I slid down the second floor rain gutter, (something I had not done for several years), and ran around the building to the front of the house. "Prelate, Melanie explained, Sister Grace is watching our children." "I am also certain that many women would be honored to share this moment of atonement with your Grandsons." "However with the late notice they would not be able to give up their household duties that quickly." "That is unfortunate," the Prelate said. "Eminence, I am an experienced woman and have attended a dozen or so of these conferences." "Surely I would suffice to satisfy two young men and we could..." Before Melanie finished her sentence, I opened the door and feigned surprise to see the prelate there. I was driven not to have Prudence go through what we had done the last night. I quickly curtsied to him and the twins and thanked them for the honor that they had given me the previous night. Prelate Mathias smiled and brushed my face. "It is nice to see you daughter Chastity." "I was just asking the whereabouts of your sister Prudence and was explained that she would not be back shortly?" I nodded. "Well the Eden Conference is not finished because it was not vaginally consummated last night." "We don't have your sister Prudence here but Melanie has volunteered to be her surrogate." "I think we have the required number of people here so we should go to my house." With that, he took both our hands and led us off the porch and to his car. As he reached the door, he waited, expecting to have his door opened for him. Melanie quickly ran around the car and opened the driver's side door. The Twins stood there looking at me. I swallowed and opened the door for them. The Prelate started the car and stopped for a moment. "Wait!" "I forget myself!" "I should call your father so that he should finish this most sacred occasion with us." "NO," Melanie said! "Father is out of town on business and will not be back before Vespers." "I see, well maybe I or one of the twins might be able to find a surrogate to fill in for him?" The Twins just nodded and off we went to the Prelates house. As we drove, the Prelate swerved into the auto shop my brother Thomas worked at. He got out of the car. Without a word, he went to the bay my brother was working in and started to talk to him. My brother listened and looked up, looking at his wife Melanie and shaking his head no. After several minutes of discussion, my brother Thomas threw the oily rag he had in his hand on the ground and grimly nodded yes. Several minutes later, he approached the car. Prelate Mathias turned to me and said, "Chastity, would you be kind enough to open the door for your brother?" "Yes your Eminence," I stated and scrambled out of the back seat to open the door for my brother. The prelate started the car and commenced driving towards his house again. After several minutes, he turned and said, "I know we all have had this occasion happen to us without planning." "It would probably be wise to shorten the time spent of consummation as much as much as possible?" "This would allow us to get back to our primary order of raising our families and flock?" We all nodded willing, no praying to get this over with. The two obese twins squeezing my sister-in-law and me together because they took up most of the back seat to themselves. "Sisters Melanie and Chastity, You may perform your self-stimulation rite in the back seat while I drive." Thomas immediately flared up, "That would be unseemly to have two women stimulating their vaginas in the back seat of a car while driving in the community, Prelate!" "Nonsense Elder Thomas!" "You just heard your sister and your wife agree that saving time would be of benefit to everyone." Melanie looked at me and we both knew we had to get this over with. I lifted my skirt up and bunched it around my hips. I reached into my panties and pulled them down my legs. I took them down to my ankles and then kicked them off. Melanie did the same with her panties. "Melanie, give your panties to one of the boys to safeguard them while you masturbate," the Prelate dictated. "Chastity, give your panties to your brother," he nodded to Thomas. I took my panties and bunched them up in my hand. I reached over the front seat and handed them to my brother. I spread my legs open slightly and moved my hand reluctantly over my mound. I started to stimulate myself. Melanie reached over and grabbed my hand. She squeezed it and we both concentrated on making ourselves wet. Several minutes later, the Prelate had another idea, "The twins are innocent." "Maybe you should show them how to stimulate a woman so they will know how to do it when they have wives?" I was bewildered. Melanie leaned over and said, "Watch." She took the hand of the nearest obese one and moved it between her legs. I watched as he took his finger and moved it along her slit. "Melanie, tell him how to do it and you help also Chastity." I grabbed the other twins hand and put it between my legs. I opened them more and watched Melanie, desperate to mimic her actions. Trying to mimic everything she did. Melanie spread her legs wider open, draping one of them over mine and pulling me open at the same time. She took the hand of the twin removed it from between her legs and kissed his fingers. Sucking them into her mouth. I continued to do exactly as she did. She turned to both of them, "Watch between our legs." "Look at our intimate places so that you will know how to finger fuck your wives." I was a little shocked at the language coming from my sister and how graphic she was. The Prelate seemed pleased with her lesson while Thomas just stared out the front window with my panties in his hand. She took his fingers back into her mouth and got them wet, "Make your wife spread her labia for you," she said as she opened herself up. "Have her wet your fingers like I did so that you will have lubrication on them." "This will place you in your rightful position as in command of her cunt." She took his fingers and placed them between the opening in her vulva. Spread wide she grasped several fingers and nodded, "Insert two or three fingers inside her." "That way you'll know if the muscles of her pelvis is responding to your stimulation." "Most women respond better if they have some bulk in their pussy." "Two or three fingers inserted inside her will make her go crazy for you." She took three fingers and placed them inside her pussy. I took TWO fingers and moved them inside me. Dreading that I would have to take three. Melanie reached and took his other hand. With the index finger she moved it just below the base of her mound. "Take the tip of your finger and find the hood of her clitoris." "Massage it until it starts to grow under your finger." "That is it, you have it," Melanie gasped! I did the same thing but I was far behind where Melanie was at. I could see her hips thrust upwards against her fingers. Suddenly, she was screaming, "Oh MY GOSH." "No one has ever made me feel this way!" She ground hard against him and screamed, "I'M COMING!" "I CAN'T STAND IT!" "YOU ARE A STALLION!" I looked up and noticed that the Prelate had pulled over to watch Melanie. She had this incredible orgasm. I couldn't believe it. She had a hard time controlling her breathing. My brother turned around and looked her straight in the eye. She looked up at him and they both smiled!?! Oh my gosh, She faked it. She faked having an orgasm! My brother was having a hard time controlling his laughter. I was not to be outdone! I could put on an award performing performance myself! I arched my back, feeling the obese boy's hard penis pressed between my butt cheeks. I squeezed my legs together and trapped his hand between them. I circled my arm behind me and over his leg and shouted, "PLEASE, allow me to cum, beloved!" "I need to feel your finger inside me." "I... I..." I pushed my backside against him one more time and screamed out, "I am cumming." "YOU MAKE ME FEEL MORE LIKE A WOMAN THAN I HAVE EVER FELT BEFORE IN MY LIFE!" All of a sudden, as I finished Act 1, Scene 2, I felt this wet sticky squirt on my back and dripping down the crack of my butt. He came. He ejaculated because I talked to him? He came all sticky on my back and pressed against his fat tummy. My brother gave me a funny look and looked to the steering wheel. I scooted up on the twin's lap looking like I was trying to get more comfortable and looked to where my brother's eyes were fixed. The Prelate was masturbating! We drove to the Prelate changed his mind and drove to our community house. It appeared he could no longer wait and this was ten miles closer. He had us clean his grandsons' tummies clean with our tongues. We took up their seed in our mouths as they giggled as if we were tickling them. When we entered the house, we were led to the great room. Prelate Mathias took a breath and was about to instruct us when my brother Thomas interrupted him. "I am my father's surrogate." "I will conduct the ceremony Eminence." The prelate was shocked for a moment but smiled and nodded his agreement. Thomas turned to us and ordered us to kneel. We both knelt in front of him and assumed our position of prayer. "Chastity, What are you," he asked? "I am a Woman, brother." "I created the first sin against our beloved lord and I am responsible for having us exiled from Eden." He turned to Melanie and said, "Wife, what are you?" "I am a Woman, husband." "I created the first sin against our beloved lord and I am responsible for having us exiled from Eden." "Wife, as a woman, how will you atone for your sins," he questioned? "Husband, I will pray daily for our salvation, I will obey you, my ordained Elders and my Father in all things." "I will work for them to be accepted into heaven and I will strive to reach the next step of reincarnated myself and blessed into manhood in my next life." "Chastity? And you," he asked? "Brother, I will pray daily for our salvation, I will obey you brother, my ordained elders and my Husband in all things." He quickly went through our requirements by the covenants and had us stand. "Chastity?" "Melanie?" "You may disrobe." Melanie and I turned to each other. She brushed my cheek and actually kissed me lightly on my lips. "This will be over soon, sister." "It will pass." "Let us make the best of it." With that she turned me and undressed me. She would not let me take any garments off myself. When she went to take my panties off, she got on her knees, looking straight at my mound, and pulled my panties from my hips. She smiled up at me and padded the front of my mound for a second, a slight graze actually and stood up. I helped her unbutton the back of her dress and assisted in helping her to disrobe. When we were finished, we stood in front of the twins. "Sister!" "Wife!" "Undress your communicants," he commanded. We both went over and unbuttoned their shirts. I pulled the shirt of one of them, off his arms with some difficulty. I pulled mightily on the shirt and pulled the tail from his pants. I knelt before him and fumbled trying to find his belt buckle. After finding it, I pulled it lose and unbuttoned his trousers. I pulled his zipper down and his pants off his hips. I then pulled his under garments off and he stood naked in front of me. "Take their clothes and fold them neatly on the table." We both looked at him strangely and did as we were told. We took the clothing and folded them onto the table that the donation boxes sit normally at the entrance to the church. Thomas took the ottomans that had been used for Prudence and I the prior night. He placed them in front of the twins. "Elder Brothers, these women are unworthy to earn your cocks." "They must prove their worth to you." "Bend over on the ottomans and present your ass to them." "Have them open you wide and clean you with their tongues." I could see that they were excited because they got hard with my brother's words. I was in shock with my brother's words. My brother walked over to the prelate, took him aside and talked to him for several minutes. When he came back, the Prelate had a pale look on his face. "Now, Brothers, You may order these slut bitches to lick your asses." They both shouted out, saliva actually dripping down their chin, "Lick our asses, sluts." My brother turned to us, "Wife!" "Sister!" "Do as your betters tell you to do!" I was going to vomit. I knew I couldn't do this but I did what my brother said to do. I stood kneeled behind one while Melanie did the other. She nodded to me and I parted the ass cheeks of the one in front of me. As I started to hold my breath, and bend over, I felt my brother jerk my head back. There was a horrible scream and I saw a wooden croquet stake up his anus. I watched Thomas go to the next one, pull his wife away and slam another stake up this one's ass. "I am going to tell you fat pigs, exactly what I told that coward of a grandfather you have." "IF you EVER harm my sisters again, come near our family again, ever say anything against our family again?" "I will damn you in front of God, I and my brothers will stick your asses impaled on a telephone pole like a child's sucker and we'll light the pole on fire." "I will watch you burn on earth before you start your eternal burn in hell." With that, he forced the Prelate to disrobe. Thomas told us to dress. He slapped the Prelate in the face and had us gather their clothes. When we got outside, he ran to his truck and came back with a can of Kerosene. He sprinkled their clothing with the liquid and lit them on fire. "Wife and Sister, it is time to go home." At Home When we got home my husband was waiting for us at the table with Prudence. I kissed his cheek in front of Thomas and said, "It is nice to see you father." He smiled up to me weakly. Thomas shook his head no. "Chastity call him what he is." I looked confused and turned to Melanie who nodded his head. I bent over and kissed him on the lips and said, "It is nice to see you, Husband." Thomas then turned to Prudence. "Prudence, our family was in grave danger today caused by you telling the Prelate family things." "It was caused by your jealousy." "That will not happen again do you understand?" Prudence nodded her head and Thomas bent over and gave her a kiss. "I am my father's surrogate today and I will not cede that right this day." "Chastity, you will not sleep with your husband tonight." "You are the cause of some of this by taking your father away from his first daughter, Prudence." I nodded. "Prudence, you will take father to his bed, please him and take his seed." "You will remain obedient to him this whole night." "Do you understand?" She nodded. I watched my husband go up the stairs with my sister. I felt emptiness as they walked together, hand and hand. I realized my sister had been seriously hurt by our marriage. "I plan on going to spend the evening with Mathew and Grace," Thomas stated. "Melanie will stay here with you, Chastity." I stood up and kissed my brother's cheek. "That is not necessary, Thomas." "I am perfectly fine in the house by myself even with Prudence being with my husband." "Thank you but Melanie should be with you." "Chastity, you do not really understand much, do you sister," he said? I was at a loss. I had no idea what I did wrong. "Sister, you not only hurt Prudence." "You tore Melanie apart," he said to me. "How?" I turned to Melanie. "I've tried to be a good sister to you, Melanie." "I love you," I pleaded to her. Melanie stood up, looked at me and said, "And I love you also, Melanie." I looked even more confused. "Melanie, I love you more." "Like a husband loves a wife." "I've always loved you." "I have loved you since we were children." Thomas turned to me and nodded. "She has always loved you and I have known it before we were married." "She told me that," he said. "she told me as part of our marriage and it has made our marriage stronger for the truth of it." "We sometimes pretend during love making that we share you in our bed." "For I love you also." "So tonight I am still your father as your husband has gone to bed with your sister, "he smiled. "You will do as I say and Melanie will bed you." "She has earned this one night with you and tonight it is in my power to give it to her." "So sister Chastity, you will take the Eden oaths in front of my wife tonight." "Now both of you go." With Melanie Melanie opened my door with a silence that almost shattered my eardrums from the echo in my ears, "She has earned this one night with you and tonight it is in my power to give it to her." I got into the room and immediately fell to my knees in front of my sister-in-law. I commenced the recitation without prompt and I felt her palm clasp over my mouth. "Chastity, lovers do not get on their knees and pledge to obey because someone did something thousands of years ago and they want to take some guys seed." "They hold each other, make each other feel safe and wanted." With that, she took my hand and brought me to my bed. I felt her lean towards me and place my lower lip between her two lips. She sucked on it momentarily and then kissed me softly, fully on my lips. Her tongue caressed my lips between her kisses and her hand gently caressed my shoulders. Melanie laid me on the bed and twisted my legs counter clockwise so that my head would be on the pillow and my feet at the foot of the bed. She lay down beside md and kissed my ear, saying nothing but kissing. Her hand across my tummy and holding my waist to her. Her tongue licked my ear, slowly boring inside it until I found the nerves in my ear connect with my pelvis area. She swabbed inside it and curled her tongue upward as she withdrew it from my ear canal. I felt her hand move to my bonnet. I straightened up automatically, rigid and said, "NO!" "That is for my husband." Melanie pushed my bonnet off the back of my head and stroked an absent strand of hair off my forehead. "Chastity, it is just hair." "It is supposed to be something that only a husband sees but no other male." "I am your sister, Love." "It is allowed." She stroked my forehead and my eyes started to close as if she was hypnotizing me. I felt her arm move and I looked up and she had taken her bonnet off also. She laid her head next to mine and our hair spread over the pillow, intertwining each other. The softness of her breath on my neck and the warmth of her body next to me, made me close my eyes and shortly later, I had fallen asleep. When I awoke, darkness had taken over the sky and she was still looking at me, stroking my hair. "How long have I been a sleep, sister," I asked her? "Two plus hours," she said as she looked at my face. She was a truly beautiful woman and with a grace that few of us achieve. I smiled across to her as she lay next to me. "Go shower and I will be with you shortly." I showered in water so hot I could barely stand beneath it. I washed thoroughly and felt completely refreshed. There was a night dress set out for me and I quickly robed. As I was brushing my hair, Melanie came in and smiled. "Sister Chastity, come with me onto the bed." She had changed into a night dress also. I sat down and she had prepared a light meal of fresh slice fruit, yogurt and cocoa. As we munched, she started to explain. "Sister, they teach us how to make ourselves wet so that men may gain entrance to our legs." "The church teaches us to spread our legs so that we may atone for the sins of someone I have never met and died eons ago." "Tonight, I will teach what our bodies are truly meant for." With that she told me how my brother Thomas had an open relationship with my brother Mathew and his wife Grace. Now that I was married to my father, they wanted me to be included in this group. She had been chosen because she actually was in love with me. They all agreed it would be done better with a woman who had a non-blood relationship with me and one who enjoyed being with another woman. She cleaned our plates off the bed and came back on it. She gently pulled me down on the mattress and began to kiss my neck. Her tongue was licking my neck as she made her way up to my ear. I felt a light kiss on my ear and her tongue starting to probe in it. She stroked my cheek with her hand and she continued to send little shock waves with her tongue in my ears. She moved her hand across my cheek and presented two fingers to my lips. I realized I was to take it in my mouth. I took the wrist of her hand, opened my mouth and took her fingers into it. I sucked on her fingers, as if it were a man's penis. I held her wrist and my tongue licked the fingers and sucked on them. I pulled her fingers nearly out of my mouth, holding the wrist taut enough to ensure I could suck on her fingertips. She withdrew from my ear and sat me up. I could feel her reach for the hem of the long night dress and tug it from underneath my rear. She knelt on the bed and took the night dressed, bunched around my waist and lifted it over my head. She kissed me fully on the lips, her tongue teasing mine and laid me back down. I lay naked but for my panties in front of my sister. She moved down the nape of my neck and started kissing again. She went down with her lips until she was barely touching the beginning swell of my breast. I pulled her head against me, forgetting me with another woman. Her hand moved up and cupped my breast fully. Her fingers teasing over my nipples. "Sister, take your breast and offer it to me." "Give me your breast and feed me as if I were YOUR child, Charity." I cupped my breast in my hand and held it to her. She hesitated and I pulled her head gently onto my breast. She suckled me as if she was a nursing baby. I squeezed my breast between her lips as if to give her my milk. I had this flash, my eyes closing and all of a sudden I realized; I was going to orgasm. My toes went rigid and I closed my legs tightly as she sucked my nipple harder. "I think I'm going to cum, Melanie," and with that... I did! Crashing inwardly onto myself with a whispered moan. I kept coming in soft waves for a minute or so and finally collapsed on my bed. After catching my breath, I turned to Melanie and questioned, "How did I do that with you just on my bed?" Melanie smiled, "I have heard a woman can cum with just someone sucking on their breast." "I have never seen it and certainly have not experienced it myself." "Clearly you can!" She lay down again next to me, but lower. Her eyes level with my belly button. She was at my tummy kissing it, her tongue again tracing wet spots across it. She came to my belly button and took her tongue. She wet it, and then pushed it inside me as if to clean it. It was like she did with my ear but this time I felt I had an almost direct connection between my navel and my vagina. "Open your legs for me, Chastity," my sister told me. I opened my legs for her and felt her hand press against my mound. Her hand trailing over my vulva and pressing against it. I pushed my hips up to meet her palm. Her middle finger started to make teasing little forays between the lips of my vagina. Never much more than the fore finger but so teasing, I kept trying to push it in. "Chastity, say it." "Tell me what you want, Sister." I looked at her hopefully. "I want you to finger me, Melanie." "Finger you where," she questioned? "My vagina, Please, Melanie?" She would not go in further. "No Chastity." "Your brothers Thomas and Mathew will want you to be explicit." "Tell me." "Talk dirty, Chastity," she urged. "I want you to finger fuck my cunt, Melanie." "Please make me take your finger deep inside me." She took her fingers and started to plunge in and out of me. Her thumb, pressed against my clit. My clit exposed itself to her thumb and I swell under just the simple pressure she put on it. I was gasping when she knelt between my legs. She bent over my pussy and started to lick my clit. I curled my toes involuntarily. She moved her fingers out of my pussy and I was about ready to shout, "NO!" I felt her take those two fingers and manipulate them between my butt cheeks. She moved in gently and I reached down to spread myself for her. "Slowly," She said. "Take my fingers slowly and slide yourself onto them." I did as she told me and pushed myself onto them until I had them both inside my ass. She took her other hand and placed two fingers into my pussy. She started finger fucking both holes. I could feel her stroking the wall of my butt as if it was but a paper thin layer between my ass and my pussy. She leaned over and blew against my swollen clit, finger fucking me the whole time. "I have to cum, sister." "Please??" With that she sucked my clit in between her lips. Her fingers in my pussy she used to impale me to the bed and the ones in my ass she started to fuck me with. I jumped upwards in a semi sitting position and my ass started to squeeze her fingers. My muscles started contracting and I could not hold it any longer! This time I just screamed, "FUCK ME!" I did it over and over until I finally stopped. I fell to the bed some minutes later. Melanie let me rest for several minutes. I felt her move her hand over my mound and thought to myself, "Not again?" "I can't." She moved between my legs and I could feel her straddle my leg. She clutched my thigh with her leg and started rubbing her vagina up against it. At the same time, she pushed her thigh against my pussy and urged me to rub myself against her thigh. "I'm going to teach you to trib, Sister." I looked at her completely confused. "I'm going to teach you how to fuck another women." She was moving very fast, sliding along my thigh as if in a race. I then remembered I had cum twice and she none. She slowed down trying to let me catch up to her. After several minutes, she lay down with her head opposite to me. She took her legs and pushed down so that her pussy made contact with me. We were like two inverted scissors with our middle connecting spot pushing against each other. She looked down and said, "Fuck me sister." "Make me cum little sister, harder than I made you cum." I took her leg and wrapped my arms around it. I used it as leverage and pushed my cunt hard against hers. I moved back and forth across her pussy and pushed my hips forward as if I were a man trying to fuck her. "Oh yes, Chastity." "That is the way to fuck a woman," she said. With that, I could feel her pussy start in contractions. She grasped me hard and said, "NOW!" "MAKE ME CUM NOW!" "FUCK ME." She grasped me hard. Pulling at me as she continued to cum. As she reached half way through her orgasm, incredibly, I had a third orgasm! We pulled on each other and sang a duet of "Oh Blessed One!" "Oh fuck yes," together. We finally finished. Melanie came up next to me tugging on the blanket and pulling it over us. We spooned together with me in the front. She wrapped me in her arms and said, "I love you." "I love you too, Sister," I whispered. I fell asleep shortly after that. By Carole_n_Nice for Literotica

A story about religion, a young girl and original sin. In 4 parts, By Carole_n_Nice.Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. My name is Chastity. I'm 18 years old and live in a large religious community on the Arizona-Utah border in the United States. Our religious community considers ourselves to be Christians but most main stream religions view us as a sect at best. [[MORE]] Our main difference from the more standard religions is that we believe; Eve was the first person to inhabit our earth in the Garden of Eden. She copulated with God and out of that union was born Adam. Sometime afterward, she also copulated with her son, Adam. Adam was the forbidden fruit, (Not an apple). Adam and Eve were exiled from Eden because of incest between the mother and her son. The Original sin that was committed by Eve was the seduction of her son. Within our religious group, we can go to heaven by serving a penalty. [[MORE]]  Women are on the lowest rung of our social caste because it is our fault for being thrown out of Eden in the first place. If we do well in the immediate life, we come back as men. If we do well as a man, then we are allowed into Heaven. You can also go to heaven, (even if you are a woman), if you are awarded sainthood. This is very seldom done. There are three ranks of hierarchy within our church, (only men are allowed ranking). Elder, (the basic priesthood open to all men 18 and older). Bishop would be in charge of a group of members of about 200 families. Prelate, there are only twelve prelates. The religion allows polygamy for Bishops and Prelates. I am a small, petite girl, (5'1" 102 lbs. and a 32-A bust). I dress as all my sisters dress; a plain dress, (black, blue, grey of sometimes a small flowered pattern for special occasions). Our dresses normally fall midway between our knees and ankles. We wear a white starched apron and a fabric bonnet that lays on the hair and ties under the chin. The bonnet is sacred and mandated for all women of purity. It must be worn at all times in the presence of any man except one's husband. I live with a family of six siblings, (four brothers, a sister, and myself). I am the youngest at eighteen. My sister Prudence is also eighteen but ten months older than I am. My brothers range in age from Thomas (26), Mathew (25), Luke (23) and John (21). My father is 60 and my mother is 46. Chastity�s First Eden Rites On my eighteenth birthday, my mother gathered my sister and me for my "First Eden Rites." We follow her into my mother's bedroom and kneel to say our prayers. After about 15 minutes of prayers, my mother calls us to our feet and starts my oral exam to ensure that I am schooled and an appropriate Catechumen. "Chastity, What are you?" I nervously take a breath. I've study our bible for years and can recite it by heart. I'm still nervous but I know I'll pass.  "I am a Woman, mother."  "I created the first sin against our beloved lord and I am responsible for having us exiled from Eden." "Chastity, as a woman, how will you atone for your sins?" "Mother,  I will pray daily for our salvation, I will obey my husband, my ordained Elders and my Father in all things."  "I will work for them to be accepted into heaven and I will strive to reach the next step of reincarnated manhood." My mother smiled at me and said, "What is the Doctrine and Covenants of the Eden Conference?" I, in great detail, explain the Doctrine and Covenants of the Eden Conference. "Because women are sinners, we must obey men,"  "Because we believe in the sisterhood and the privilege of polygamy,"  "Often times there will not be enough women to be wives to all our ordained elders,"  "The Eden Conference may be called by my father, husband or an ordained Bishop, so that men may relieve themselves with us sinners."  "I am to do all things required of me during the Eden Conference and display my love for our Lord through unquestioning obedience." "Chastity," my mother said, "and what will happen tonight?" "My father will call my first Eden Conference with men of his choosing." "I will be accompanied by you into the conference and I will make you proud of me," I smile to my mother. At this point my mother has us kneel and pray again. About thirty minutes later, my final training session will begin. After prayers, my sister and I go to our closet and get our "Oral Sticks." These are smooth wooden sculptures that are shaped like a man's penis, (My sister assures me that they are quite realistic looking as I have never actually seen a man undressed.) We use these "oral sticks" as a learning tool so that we might satisfy a man with our mouths. I follow my sister's lead and take the stick into my mouth. I lick the head of it so that it glistens with my saliva. I take it tighter in my hand and I push it in and out of my mouth to simulate a man taking his pleasure inside my mouth. I suck along the shaft of the stick, ensuring my teeth never touch the smooth wood and that my lips create a suction that is supposed to stimulate a man. My mother holds a bag to the bottom of the wooden penis. I lick the two suspended balls and pump the penis with my hand as I do so. "You will do well, Chastity." "Prudence, you have been through this and have enough experience." "If you wish to leave and finish your chores, you may." My sister looks at me with questioning eyes. I know she wants to be there for me but it really isn't necessary. If I am not ready for this day by now, I never will be. I just nod to her that she may take her leave. "Thank you, Mother." Prudence puts her oral stick back and leaves for her chores. "Chastity, it is getting late." "You need to bathe and put on your Acceptance Dress." "Let us practice your self-stimulation so that you will be prepared when a man enters you." "Just do it with your dress on so we can prepare you." I nod at my mother and go to the bed. Pushing myself up to the pillows, I lay down. I reach for my long skirts and pull them up over my hips. I put my fingers into the waist band of my bloomer panties and pull them down off my legs. I bend my legs at the knees and open my legs. My hand travels across my lower tummy, below my bunched up skirt and across my mound. I open my lips and use my digit finger to find my clitoris. My finger moves across it and then underneath, Stimulating myself. My palm presses against my mound and my hips involuntarily push upward against it. I take my middle finger and lightly insert inside my vagina. My juices wet its tip showing I can make a man's way easy for him. My mother nods at me. "Daughter Chastity, you know how to do this." "This is not for your pleasure but for that of a man." "We need to go and have you shave down there so that you look like the virgin you are, and bath." "It is time for final preparation." My mother leads me to the bathroom. I am surprised that my sister has already drawn me a scented bath and left the shaving tools on top of a towel by the sink. I pick up the razor and my hand shakes. My mother laughs and grabs it from me. "I think you had better let me do the shaving." "I expect you will have enough blood between your legs after the Eden Conference," she says with a smile. "We don't need you to slice yourself up so that you need stitches." My mother washes me with hot water, first. She takes soap and applies it all over my mound and commences to shave what little hair that I have on my vagina, off. She repeats the hot water and soap several times before she has me completely bald. I have to admit it feels funny. I jump into the tub, scented with some lilac oil. My mother washes me. I am scrubbed from head to toe and it feels wonderful. Finally, it is time. My mother towels me down, and brushes my hair out. She helps me put my bloomer panties on and a very plain white bra. I help her with the dress being placed over my head, and turn for her to button the back. I look in the mirror and I am in perfectly white dress. My mom ties my apron on, hands me a bonnet that I tie under my chin and I'm ready. As we walk to the room where the Eden conference will take place, I start to get nervous again. "Mother, do you know who or how many will attend the Eden Conference," I ask. My mother shakes her head. "I don't know, really." "Your father had four at Prudence's ceremony." "I had five at mine." "When your father and I got married, I was 19 and he was 33." "His father was a Bishop and ordered an Eden Conference for our wedding night." "There were only three that night, the Bishop being one of them." "Your father loves you above all, much to his disgrace, but he does." "You are small so I suspect he will keep it to no more than three." I nodded and reached the latch on the door where the Eden Conference would occur. As the door opened, I bent my head to the floor and dropped to my knees. "What do you wish, Daughter," I heard my father say. "I wish to cleanse the conference of my sins with my body, Father, and to go onto the next level in the next life," I replied. "And what will you do in order to achieve this?" "I will obey you in all things, Father, and do you honor." He nodded and told me to raise my head. I raised my head and scanned the room. There were three men in the room, My Father, My Uncle Augustine and Prelate Matthias. My father brought a Prelate to my Eden conference! This was a great honor to our family. Prelate Matthias was 82, married with three wives over a life time. He had outlived two of them. His current wife, Sister Evangeline was the first living woman to be sainted in the last fifty years. This was a great honor indeed. "Daughter Chastity, you may take your clothes off for us," my father said. My mother immediately stepped behind me to assist with the many buttons on the back of my dress. She first removed my apron and folded it on the table. I then felt the buttons on my back being unfastened. After a moment, the garment was ready to be removed. My mother slipped it off my shoulders and down my arms. As my dress reached the bottom of my feet, I stepped out of it and my mother pulled it away. I stood in front of three men, in my bra, bloomer panties and bonnet. My father cleared his throat indicating to my mother that she should finish. I felt her unhook my bra strap and pull it down along my arms. My breast were free, small but free, in front of three men. Being stared at for the first time in my young life. I felt my Mother reach for my panties and a small, old voice interrupting. In an almost squeaky voice, Prelate Matthias said, "Let her take off her own sin protective," referring to my panties. I nodded, reached for my waist band and pulled my panties down my legs. I kicked my panties off and stood modestly, my hands covering my vagina. I looked at my father and Uncle. I could see they wanted to please the Prelate. There was lots of benefits to this honor. The Prelate turned to my father, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Have her take off her bonnet." My mother gasped. I was in shock. This was a disaster. Only a husband would normally tell his wife to uncloak her hair. It was meant for a night of debauchery which was not something we embraced as a religion. I stood there and just shook my head "NO" My mother shouted out and stood in front of me, "NO! This is not for anyone but Chastity's husband." My father slammed his hand down on his desk. "SILENCE." "Who are you two sinners to dictate to a Prelate, what can be done!" "This is a holy man and you two are just whores that got all of us thrown out of Eden." "You, WOMAN," looking at my mother, "will remove her bonnet and stop insulting us!" My mother moved in front of me. We both looked at each other with tears in our eyes. She kissed me on my lips, whispered, "I love you." And untied my bonnet. She took the piece of fabric off my head and brushed my hair over my shoulders with her hands. I tried to control myself from crying. My Mother just comforted me and said, "Quiet, it is only but a hat." I nodded, my tears dropping on my breast. This was supposed to be a joyous day. A day I joined the congregation but instead, I've been force to remove my bonnet. To declare I am but a whore? This is beyond what our covenants demand. I stood there nude in front of them. I watched my own father, almost in tears from the embarrassment of his daughter forced to remove her bonnet. I could not read my uncles face but the Prelate? His face was joyous! My father broke the silence. "Take the position in front of his holiness, the prelate." I walked over to this holy man. I got on my knees and assume the position of prayer and supplication. Prelate Matthias gestured for me to remove his pants. I took his belt and unfastened it. I undid his pants button and pulled his zipper down. I tugged at his baggy pants and got them down his legs and off. He had a pair of religious undergarments on that were satiny and came down to his knees. I wrestled them off his wide hips and pulled them free. I saw a man's penis for the first time in my life. It was standing firm and pulsed involuntarily every so often. "Sister Chastity, you may stimulate me orally," I heard him say. I reached over and grabbed his cock as I had been taught. I took it in my mouth and let my tongue flow over it. I tasted a bit of saltiness of his pre cum on the tip of my tongue. He pushed harder on my head and I took him full into my mouth fully; my lips sucking on him as I moved up and down on his shaft. Looking down at me, Prelate Mathias asked, "Why are you sucking on my cock?" I stopped for a moment, looked up at him and repeated the appropriate passage from the book of covenants, "Because I am a woman and a sinner." "I and my other sisters lost paradise because of our selfish act of incest." "We must atone for our sins and the ruin that we have caused men." I went back to sucking him. He was smaller than my oral stick which it felt comforting for my first time. He was surprisingly hard for an 82 year old man and had enough energy to start thrusting his hips up and down to simulate oral copulation. "You may stop now and assume the position of self-stimulation, Sister Chastity," the Prelate said. I stood up and walked to the bed. My mother jumped up and in a terrible breach of etiquette questioned the Prelate. "Your Eminence," she said. "Please show my daughter respect and allow her to put her cap back on?" All of us just stood in stunned silence. I couldn't believe my mother would do this, even to save my own modesty. My father glared at my mother and said, "My apologies Prelate." "Evidently my wife forgets herself, where she is and even more so, WHO SHE IS AMONGST!" My Mother stood back and said, "I apologize, Husband." "I meant no ill towards the Prelate or you." "Please forgive me?" My father glared at her and said, "Put your daughter on the bed and have her assume the position of self - stimulation before I think you have completely lost your mind, WIFE." "Then you may assume the punishment position yourself." My mother looked at me and took my hand. As she led me to the bed, she turned her back to my father and said, "I will do as I am told, Husband." This was a slight offense again because she did not turn and fully face my father. "Chastity," the prelate said. I turned around to look at him, "You are capable of getting into the appropriate position of self-stimulation." "Prepare your mother first for her punishment, position." I nodded and held my Mother by her hand. "I am sorry, Mother for causing you this," I whispered." "My Mother just smiled at me to indicate it was all good. I helped her kneel over the side of the bed and I placed a pillow under her tummy. I then reached down and pulled my mother's skirt up over her waist. My mother would have been considered very beautiful outside our compound. We are taught to not seek self-compliments but I still had to admit, she was beautiful. I reached down and pulled the waistband of my mother's bloomer panties. I pulled them off her legs and freed her ankles from the restraint of the under garment. I laid down on the bed, my body perpendicular to my mother's kneeling one. I felt her grasp my hand and nod for me to begin. I slid my hand down over my shaved mound and commenced stimulating myself. I heard my mother make a sudden cry of pain and saw that my Father had struck her with a belt. "I am sorry for embarrassing you, husband." "Thank you," she said as another thunder clap screeched out and my father struck her again. Thank you, husband," is all I heard. I kept stroking myself but was having a hard time keeping track with my Mother spread over the bed and being spanked. I kept hearing the crack of my father's belt as she kept yelling "Thank you." She tightened the grip on my hand and she was biting her lip hard. It was then that I realized my father would keep spanking her until I finished stimulating myself. I concentrated on my finger but my mother's clasp of my hand kept clenching harder every time the belt struck. I was wet so that I could be taken but I couldn't get myself to orgasm. I heard my mother sob as the belt hit her again and then the idea came to me. I arched my hips, forced my legs together on my hand and moaned loudly. I faked it! I was not sure how long I had to maintain myself moaning but my father stopped spanking my mother with his belt. I felt weight on the other side of the bed. I turned to look at the depression and it was Prelate Mathias coming to mount me. I was thrilled about being taken by an 82 year old man but I was happy it wasn't my father or uncle. He knelt between my legs and reached for my breast with his hands. I shivered for a second when he touched me, I didn't realize that anyone's hands could be so cold. He pinched both of my nipples, very hard. I let out a small gasp as he twisted them. I reached between his legs and felt for his penis. I thought if I got this over with, he would stop hurting my breasts. As I grasped him, he smiled in realization that I was trying to put him inside me. "You are an anxious little girl, aren't you daughter Chastity?" he asked. I nodded to him, smiling up at him and trying to pull him on top of me so that he would stop hurting my breasts. His hips collapsed on me but I couldn't seem to place him at the right place to enter me. My mother let go of my hand and reached for him. I felt her place the head of his penis at my opening and he immediately pushed inside me. The pressure I felt as he entered, left me with a deep burning sensation. He moved deeper and I felt like he was ripping my insides apart. He started moving up and down on me before I was adjusted to him. I just lay there with my legs open as he grasped me with his wrinkled hands and plunged ahead. "Wrap your legs around me, Chastity," the Prelate said. "Take my anointed cock into your cunt and embrace it." I'm not sure what he all meant but I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me. The burning was somewhat subsiding but his movement inside was increasing its pace. I turned and looked away from him as he used my body. I looked at my mother's face and I could tell that she also was in some pain. I looked behind her and my uncle had stepped between her legs. He had mounted her and she just kept lightly shaking her head no. Her hand grasped mine tighter and I realized that my Uncle Augustine was taking her anally. "Chastity, pay attention to me girl," Prelate Mathias admonished. I turned my head to him and smiled. I thrust my hips up onto his hard penis and open my legs more. "Tell me how much you want it, Chastity." "Tell me how much you need my cum inside your cunt," he said. I lifted up more and said, "I want your penis in me, Sir." "I want your seed deep in my vagina!" He shook his head no! "Use the same words I used!" I wasn't exactly sure what I was saying but I said it. "I want you to cum inside me." "I want to feel you inside my cunt." "Please sir, I pleaded. I felt him arch more into me and use his hands to pull my hips upwards as he impaled me. I felt a small twitching inside as a light wetness was dribbled inside me. I knew he must have given me his seed. I looked up and saw that my uncle was finishing up with my mother. Her eyes shut tight as he thrust hard inside her anus. "Tell me, Barbara!" I heard my uncle say. My mother immediately shouted out, "Fuck me in the ass, Augustine." "Take me hard and give me your cum deep inside me." "Fuck me, Augustine." With that, my uncle must have complied as he pulled her hips onto his penis. He pounded into her several more times and finally ended, "Yes, take me, Bitch!" and seemed to collapse. The Prelate laid on top of me for several minutes. I started getting nervous because I thought he might have died from the exertion. I watched my uncle start to move off and out of my mother. Prelate Mathias started to stir and pressed himself clumsily off me. He kind of fell out of my vagina as he raised himself, instead of withdrawing. Finally, my father spoke and said, "Take your position to be anointed." My mother and I scrambled off the bed, her with no under panties and myself, naked. We stood kneeling in a position of prayer to receive my father's blessing. My father looked at me sternly and I knew I had done something wrong. I looked to my mother and she whispered, "Put on your bonnet." I grabbed my bonnet, smoothed it over my hair and tied it under my chin. "I am sorry, Father." My father shook his head and said, "You were brought up better than this, Daughter." "You know you can't receive a blessing while showing your hair shamelessly like a whore." "We will talk of this later." My mother and I bowed our heads in piety. We clasped our hands together and prayed as my father anointed both of us. When he was finished, all three men walked from the room and left us. "Are you alright, Chastity," my mother asked? I nodded and started to giggle. My mother looked at me curiously so I explained that when she was being spanked, I couldn't reach climax so I faked it realizing that she was to be spanked until I had. We both broke out laughing hysterically. My mother went into the washroom and came back with a bowl of hot water and a wash cloth. She started to wipe the brownish red blood that had stained between my legs and along my thighs. I told her I didn't understand why Uncle Augustine would copulate with here anally. I also explained I had no idea what half the words were that the Prelate had me use. She went and fetched a bathrobe, helped me put it on and sat down to explain things. "Men will use a women's rear to send a message to us." "It is a message of dominance and superiority." "It actually can be pleasurable if it is done gently as your father does to me when he desires my butt." "It is also can be very painful if the man decides to use it as punishment, as your Uncle Augustine did tonight with me." I nodded. "The words are just dirty words that men use to demean women." "A cunt, or pussy, refers to our vaginas." "Cum is basically a slang word for a man's seed." We stayed up for hours talking. I always felt close to my mother but never more so than that night. She finally took my night clothes out of the dresser and laid them out for me. I dressed in them and she pulled the covers down. She put me into bed and then got in with me. She held me close to her and I fell fast asleep. The next morning gone having slipped out of bed to sleep with my father as was her duty. Father & I I awoke, washed up and dressed. When I came down to the kitchen, my father was reading his paper and drinking cocoa, (We do not drink coffee or tea). I peered over his shoulder and saw his glass mostly empty so I went and made him a new cup. He looked up at me and smiled. "Father, I want to apologize to you if I embarrassed you during the Eden Conference." "That was not my intent, Sir." He looked up at me again and smiled, "You did not embarrass me, Chastity." "You are a good daughter and I've always been too close to you." "Everyone comments on it and I don't care what they think." "Prelate Mathias just threw me off when he had you remove your bonnet." "I have never heard of a woman removing her bonnet in front of a man unless it was her husband." I nodded and said, "It embarrassed me greatly." "I did not know what to do other than remove it, Father." My father shook his head, "He is a Prelate." "Gifted with the blessing of prophecy." "If anyone knows what our savior wants, it would be him." "I just never heard of it being done before and I didn't know how to react to it." "Father, may I ask something else?" He nodded. "Why did Uncle Augustine do that to mother last night?" "He hurt her." "Your mother should never have questioned the order of a Prelate, even to the slightest degree," my Father spoke. "Your uncle was angered because your mother's punishment was not equal to her offense." "I have always been easy on her and you girls." "Everyone wonders why." I cleaned up some dishes, turned to leave the room and looked back at my father, still sitting there. "I am just a young girl but I know why you are easy on us, Father." "You love us." I then walked out of the kitchen. The Council Three days later my father came home breathlessly for dinner. As we all sat at the table, held hands and prayed, I could tell my father wished to tell us important news. Our community has been picked to host the quarterly meeting of the twelve! We all gasped as this was a singular honor that happens only once a decade for our scattered communities. The Council of Twelve is the ruling body of our religion. It consist of all twelve sitting prelates. They make rulings on canon law, grievances by individuals, excommunications and most importantly, prophesy. All of them are in their 80's with the oldest 92. The planning went on for weeks. Our Community House was repainted, new carpeting and special lavatories set up for the twelve. The work went on for weeks but all of us eagerly donated time and money to ensure we set an example. A week before the conclave was to commence, my father came home again breathlessly. We all sat down to the table and bowed our heads to say grace. "Chastity, would you lead us in grace, please," I heard the words spoken from my father's mouth. My Mother immediately shot a questioning look at my father. Women never say grace. It was unheard of. It is allowed for a female who has been granted sainthood but no one else. I was sure my father meant to ordain one of my brothers with the task. "Daughter Chastity, would you say grace please," he repeated. I said grace at the table. I have followed in response to grace many times but never had led it. I finished the three times per day ritual and before I said, "Amen." I added, "And thank you Lord King, for our Father." "Who loves us all!" My mother shot a look of surprise and shock at me. When we had finished dinner, my mother, sister and I did the dishes as my father and brothers retired to the great room to read. When we had finished, my father asked us all to gather as a family in the great room. "Let us pray," my father said. We all got on our knees and said our prayer of thanksgiving. When we had finished, my father started to give us an explanation of his odd behavior. Prelate Mathias had come to him that afternoon. The Prelates had order an unprecedented Eden Conference during the meeting. The women invited to the conference was my mother, my sister Prudence, the blessed saint - Evangeline, and myself. My father explained that Prelate Mathias told him that I had been ordered to remove my bonnet at my first Eden Conference because it came to him in a vision. Everyone looked at me in shock that I had bared my head outside the presence of my husband. My father hushed them all down and told them it was at the Prelates orders. It came to him as a vision and he saw it as a prophecy. This would be a miracle to be involved in a prophecy. We spent the rest of the evening asking "why us." Why were we the chosen for the "Eden Conference." My mother even laughed that it had been six years since she had been invited to one. My father just grumbled and said something like, "it'll be six years longer if you don't stop mentioning it too." The day of the Eden Conference approached quickly. We all took baths, freshly cleaned our hair from our womanly triangle and dressed in white linen dresses for the occasion. When we left the house, more than half our community was gathered on our front lawn to escort us to the "Twelve." As we approached the meeting house, there was a carpet of evergreens laid out in front of our feet. We walked to the front door and knocked as protocol would have it. A serving Bishop of the church opened the door and begged us entrance. The three of us, assumed the position of prayer before this holy twelve. I wondered where Saint Evangeline was but I saw her not. Finally after prayer, we were asked by the Holy One, (the chair of the Twelve), to raise our heads. We recited our duties as women from the covenants. They all nodded their heads as we recited in perfect unison. The Holy One, ninety two years old and a member of the council for thirty years, spoke. He explained to us that Prelate Mathias had told him his vision and between the Sainted Evangeline and himself they had interpreted the vision. He explained to us that Saint Evangeline was to be an avenging angel that scourged our community of all sin but that of women's Original sin. That my mother, who brought two daughters of grace and beauty into our world, should act as the vessel of our community sin as our savior had so many years ago. Prudence and I were to be the altars of forgiveness. We were to accept that seed graciously given by the twelve in order to have my mother's sacrifice accepted. We all nodded in awe of our great role in this endeavor. Prelate Mathias' wife stood up. She wedged herself out of her chair and walked over to a huge covered article being held up by two carpenter saw horses. She nodded to Prudence and me. "Daughters you may approach your Latter Saint and disrobe me," she said. Prudence and I stood and came to the great woman before us. I started to unbutton the back of her dress, while Prudence started unlacing her shoes. She was an obese woman to be generous and it seemed difficult to undress her. I finally had her dress off with Prudence's help. We were both a bit breathless at the task. I let Prudence unfasten the bra because I was certain I didn't have the strength to do it and that Prudence would have it. With two failed attempts at unfastening the garment, Prudence finally had the bra removed and her breast fell free. Her breast looked like deflated watermelons, with two very large nipples attached. I got on my knees and removed her bloused panties from her, (relieving my sister from that duty). Saint Evangeline moved over to the covered article propped up by the saw horses. She uncovered it and we all just looked. It was a large cross, about twelve inches in diameter, and 10'feet long. The cross member for the arms was about five feet in length. About two feet down from the cross member arms, there was fixed into the cross, an oral training penis. Above the cross, there was a seat attached. "Undress your mother, Sisters," the Holy One said. Prudence and I went to our mother and started to undress her. When we had her dress off, Prudence whispered to me, "She is beautiful, is she not? I nodded my agreement as I snaked my fingers into my mother's panties. I pulled them down her legs and she stood nude in front of the Twelve, her daughters and Saint Evangeline. "The Bonnet also!" I couldn't believe my ears that my mother was to be humiliated like this. I shook my head no as did my sister. My mother pushed us both away and with great dignity, unfastened the tie under her chin and took the bonnet off herself. Dropping it to the floor, as if to let it be soiled, as she was being soiled herself. My mother stood, naked, her head bared so that all these men could look at her. To be continued in part 2. By Carole_n_Nice for Literotica

A story about religion, a young girl and original sin. In 4 parts, By Carole_n_Nice.Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. My name is Chastity. I'm 18 years old and live in a large religious community on the Arizona-Utah border in the United States. Our religious community considers ourselves to be Christians but most main stream religions view us as a sect at best. [[MORE]] Our main difference from the more standard religions is that we believe; Eve was the first person to inhabit our earth in the Garden of Eden. She copulated with God and out of that union was born Adam. Sometime afterward, she also copulated with her son, Adam. Adam was the forbidden fruit, (Not an apple). Adam and Eve were exiled from Eden because of incest between the mother and her son. The Original sin that was committed by Eve was the seduction of her son. Within our religious group, we can go to heaven by serving a penalty. [[MORE]]  Women are on the lowest rung of our social caste because it is our fault for being thrown out of Eden in the first place. If we do well in the immediate life, we come back as men. If we do well as a man, then we are allowed into Heaven. You can also go to heaven, (even if you are a woman), if you are awarded sainthood. This is very seldom done. There are three ranks of hierarchy within our church, (only men are allowed ranking). Elder, (the basic priesthood open to all men 18 and older). Bishop would be in charge of a group of members of about 200 families. Prelate, there are only twelve prelates. The religion allows polygamy for Bishops and Prelates. I am a small, petite girl, (5'1" 102 lbs. and a 32-A bust). I dress as all my sisters dress; a plain dress, (black, blue, grey of sometimes a small flowered pattern for special occasions). Our dresses normally fall midway between our knees and ankles. We wear a white starched apron and a fabric bonnet that lays on the hair and ties under the chin. The bonnet is sacred and mandated for all women of purity. It must be worn at all times in the presence of any man except one's husband. I live with a family of six siblings, (four brothers, a sister, and myself). I am the youngest at eighteen. My sister Prudence is also eighteen but ten months older than I am. My brothers range in age from Thomas (26), Mathew (25), Luke (23) and John (21). My father is 60 and my mother is 46. Chastity�s First Eden Rites On my eighteenth birthday, my mother gathered my sister and me for my "First Eden Rites." We follow her into my mother's bedroom and kneel to say our prayers. After about 15 minutes of prayers, my mother calls us to our feet and starts my oral exam to ensure that I am schooled and an appropriate Catechumen. "Chastity, What are you?" I nervously take a breath. I've study our bible for years and can recite it by heart. I'm still nervous but I know I'll pass.  "I am a Woman, mother."  "I created the first sin against our beloved lord and I am responsible for having us exiled from Eden." "Chastity, as a woman, how will you atone for your sins?" "Mother,  I will pray daily for our salvation, I will obey my husband, my ordained Elders and my Father in all things."  "I will work for them to be accepted into heaven and I will strive to reach the next step of reincarnated manhood." My mother smiled at me and said, "What is the Doctrine and Covenants of the Eden Conference?" I, in great detail, explain the Doctrine and Covenants of the Eden Conference. "Because women are sinners, we must obey men,"  "Because we believe in the sisterhood and the privilege of polygamy,"  "Often times there will not be enough women to be wives to all our ordained elders,"  "The Eden Conference may be called by my father, husband or an ordained Bishop, so that men may relieve themselves with us sinners."  "I am to do all things required of me during the Eden Conference and display my love for our Lord through unquestioning obedience." "Chastity," my mother said, "and what will happen tonight?" "My father will call my first Eden Conference with men of his choosing." "I will be accompanied by you into the conference and I will make you proud of me," I smile to my mother. At this point my mother has us kneel and pray again. About thirty minutes later, my final training session will begin. After prayers, my sister and I go to our closet and get our "Oral Sticks." These are smooth wooden sculptures that are shaped like a man's penis, (My sister assures me that they are quite realistic looking as I have never actually seen a man undressed.) We use these "oral sticks" as a learning tool so that we might satisfy a man with our mouths. I follow my sister's lead and take the stick into my mouth. I lick the head of it so that it glistens with my saliva. I take it tighter in my hand and I push it in and out of my mouth to simulate a man taking his pleasure inside my mouth. I suck along the shaft of the stick, ensuring my teeth never touch the smooth wood and that my lips create a suction that is supposed to stimulate a man. My mother holds a bag to the bottom of the wooden penis. I lick the two suspended balls and pump the penis with my hand as I do so. "You will do well, Chastity." "Prudence, you have been through this and have enough experience." "If you wish to leave and finish your chores, you may." My sister looks at me with questioning eyes. I know she wants to be there for me but it really isn't necessary. If I am not ready for this day by now, I never will be. I just nod to her that she may take her leave. "Thank you, Mother." Prudence puts her oral stick back and leaves for her chores. "Chastity, it is getting late." "You need to bathe and put on your Acceptance Dress." "Let us practice your self-stimulation so that you will be prepared when a man enters you." "Just do it with your dress on so we can prepare you." I nod at my mother and go to the bed. Pushing myself up to the pillows, I lay down. I reach for my long skirts and pull them up over my hips. I put my fingers into the waist band of my bloomer panties and pull them down off my legs. I bend my legs at the knees and open my legs. My hand travels across my lower tummy, below my bunched up skirt and across my mound. I open my lips and use my digit finger to find my clitoris. My finger moves across it and then underneath, Stimulating myself. My palm presses against my mound and my hips involuntarily push upward against it. I take my middle finger and lightly insert inside my vagina. My juices wet its tip showing I can make a man's way easy for him. My mother nods at me. "Daughter Chastity, you know how to do this." "This is not for your pleasure but for that of a man." "We need to go and have you shave down there so that you look like the virgin you are, and bath." "It is time for final preparation." My mother leads me to the bathroom. I am surprised that my sister has already drawn me a scented bath and left the shaving tools on top of a towel by the sink. I pick up the razor and my hand shakes. My mother laughs and grabs it from me. "I think you had better let me do the shaving." "I expect you will have enough blood between your legs after the Eden Conference," she says with a smile. "We don't need you to slice yourself up so that you need stitches." My mother washes me with hot water, first. She takes soap and applies it all over my mound and commences to shave what little hair that I have on my vagina, off. She repeats the hot water and soap several times before she has me completely bald. I have to admit it feels funny. I jump into the tub, scented with some lilac oil. My mother washes me. I am scrubbed from head to toe and it feels wonderful. Finally, it is time. My mother towels me down, and brushes my hair out. She helps me put my bloomer panties on and a very plain white bra. I help her with the dress being placed over my head, and turn for her to button the back. I look in the mirror and I am in perfectly white dress. My mom ties my apron on, hands me a bonnet that I tie under my chin and I'm ready. As we walk to the room where the Eden conference will take place, I start to get nervous again. "Mother, do you know who or how many will attend the Eden Conference," I ask. My mother shakes her head. "I don't know, really." "Your father had four at Prudence's ceremony." "I had five at mine." "When your father and I got married, I was 19 and he was 33." "His father was a Bishop and ordered an Eden Conference for our wedding night." "There were only three that night, the Bishop being one of them." "Your father loves you above all, much to his disgrace, but he does." "You are small so I suspect he will keep it to no more than three." I nodded and reached the latch on the door where the Eden Conference would occur. As the door opened, I bent my head to the floor and dropped to my knees. "What do you wish, Daughter," I heard my father say. "I wish to cleanse the conference of my sins with my body, Father, and to go onto the next level in the next life," I replied. "And what will you do in order to achieve this?" "I will obey you in all things, Father, and do you honor." He nodded and told me to raise my head. I raised my head and scanned the room. There were three men in the room, My Father, My Uncle Augustine and Prelate Matthias. My father brought a Prelate to my Eden conference! This was a great honor to our family. Prelate Matthias was 82, married with three wives over a life time. He had outlived two of them. His current wife, Sister Evangeline was the first living woman to be sainted in the last fifty years. This was a great honor indeed. "Daughter Chastity, you may take your clothes off for us," my father said. My mother immediately stepped behind me to assist with the many buttons on the back of my dress. She first removed my apron and folded it on the table. I then felt the buttons on my back being unfastened. After a moment, the garment was ready to be removed. My mother slipped it off my shoulders and down my arms. As my dress reached the bottom of my feet, I stepped out of it and my mother pulled it away. I stood in front of three men, in my bra, bloomer panties and bonnet. My father cleared his throat indicating to my mother that she should finish. I felt her unhook my bra strap and pull it down along my arms. My breast were free, small but free, in front of three men. Being stared at for the first time in my young life. I felt my Mother reach for my panties and a small, old voice interrupting. In an almost squeaky voice, Prelate Matthias said, "Let her take off her own sin protective," referring to my panties. I nodded, reached for my waist band and pulled my panties down my legs. I kicked my panties off and stood modestly, my hands covering my vagina. I looked at my father and Uncle. I could see they wanted to please the Prelate. There was lots of benefits to this honor. The Prelate turned to my father, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Have her take off her bonnet." My mother gasped. I was in shock. This was a disaster. Only a husband would normally tell his wife to uncloak her hair. It was meant for a night of debauchery which was not something we embraced as a religion. I stood there and just shook my head "NO" My mother shouted out and stood in front of me, "NO! This is not for anyone but Chastity's husband." My father slammed his hand down on his desk. "SILENCE." "Who are you two sinners to dictate to a Prelate, what can be done!" "This is a holy man and you two are just whores that got all of us thrown out of Eden." "You, WOMAN," looking at my mother, "will remove her bonnet and stop insulting us!" My mother moved in front of me. We both looked at each other with tears in our eyes. She kissed me on my lips, whispered, "I love you." And untied my bonnet. She took the piece of fabric off my head and brushed my hair over my shoulders with her hands. I tried to control myself from crying. My Mother just comforted me and said, "Quiet, it is only but a hat." I nodded, my tears dropping on my breast. This was supposed to be a joyous day. A day I joined the congregation but instead, I've been force to remove my bonnet. To declare I am but a whore? This is beyond what our covenants demand. I stood there nude in front of them. I watched my own father, almost in tears from the embarrassment of his daughter forced to remove her bonnet. I could not read my uncles face but the Prelate? His face was joyous! My father broke the silence. "Take the position in front of his holiness, the prelate." I walked over to this holy man. I got on my knees and assume the position of prayer and supplication. Prelate Matthias gestured for me to remove his pants. I took his belt and unfastened it. I undid his pants button and pulled his zipper down. I tugged at his baggy pants and got them down his legs and off. He had a pair of religious undergarments on that were satiny and came down to his knees. I wrestled them off his wide hips and pulled them free. I saw a man's penis for the first time in my life. It was standing firm and pulsed involuntarily every so often. "Sister Chastity, you may stimulate me orally," I heard him say. I reached over and grabbed his cock as I had been taught. I took it in my mouth and let my tongue flow over it. I tasted a bit of saltiness of his pre cum on the tip of my tongue. He pushed harder on my head and I took him full into my mouth fully; my lips sucking on him as I moved up and down on his shaft. Looking down at me, Prelate Mathias asked, "Why are you sucking on my cock?" I stopped for a moment, looked up at him and repeated the appropriate passage from the book of covenants, "Because I am a woman and a sinner." "I and my other sisters lost paradise because of our selfish act of incest." "We must atone for our sins and the ruin that we have caused men." I went back to sucking him. He was smaller than my oral stick which it felt comforting for my first time. He was surprisingly hard for an 82 year old man and had enough energy to start thrusting his hips up and down to simulate oral copulation. "You may stop now and assume the position of self-stimulation, Sister Chastity," the Prelate said. I stood up and walked to the bed. My mother jumped up and in a terrible breach of etiquette questioned the Prelate. "Your Eminence," she said. "Please show my daughter respect and allow her to put her cap back on?" All of us just stood in stunned silence. I couldn't believe my mother would do this, even to save my own modesty. My father glared at my mother and said, "My apologies Prelate." "Evidently my wife forgets herself, where she is and even more so, WHO SHE IS AMONGST!" My Mother stood back and said, "I apologize, Husband." "I meant no ill towards the Prelate or you." "Please forgive me?" My father glared at her and said, "Put your daughter on the bed and have her assume the position of self - stimulation before I think you have completely lost your mind, WIFE." "Then you may assume the punishment position yourself." My mother looked at me and took my hand. As she led me to the bed, she turned her back to my father and said, "I will do as I am told, Husband." This was a slight offense again because she did not turn and fully face my father. "Chastity," the prelate said. I turned around to look at him, "You are capable of getting into the appropriate position of self-stimulation." "Prepare your mother first for her punishment, position." I nodded and held my Mother by her hand. "I am sorry, Mother for causing you this," I whispered." "My Mother just smiled at me to indicate it was all good. I helped her kneel over the side of the bed and I placed a pillow under her tummy. I then reached down and pulled my mother's skirt up over her waist. My mother would have been considered very beautiful outside our compound. We are taught to not seek self-compliments but I still had to admit, she was beautiful. I reached down and pulled the waistband of my mother's bloomer panties. I pulled them off her legs and freed her ankles from the restraint of the under garment. I laid down on the bed, my body perpendicular to my mother's kneeling one. I felt her grasp my hand and nod for me to begin. I slid my hand down over my shaved mound and commenced stimulating myself. I heard my mother make a sudden cry of pain and saw that my Father had struck her with a belt. "I am sorry for embarrassing you, husband." "Thank you," she said as another thunder clap screeched out and my father struck her again. Thank you, husband," is all I heard. I kept stroking myself but was having a hard time keeping track with my Mother spread over the bed and being spanked. I kept hearing the crack of my father's belt as she kept yelling "Thank you." She tightened the grip on my hand and she was biting her lip hard. It was then that I realized my father would keep spanking her until I finished stimulating myself. I concentrated on my finger but my mother's clasp of my hand kept clenching harder every time the belt struck. I was wet so that I could be taken but I couldn't get myself to orgasm. I heard my mother sob as the belt hit her again and then the idea came to me. I arched my hips, forced my legs together on my hand and moaned loudly. I faked it! I was not sure how long I had to maintain myself moaning but my father stopped spanking my mother with his belt. I felt weight on the other side of the bed. I turned to look at the depression and it was Prelate Mathias coming to mount me. I was thrilled about being taken by an 82 year old man but I was happy it wasn't my father or uncle. He knelt between my legs and reached for my breast with his hands. I shivered for a second when he touched me, I didn't realize that anyone's hands could be so cold. He pinched both of my nipples, very hard. I let out a small gasp as he twisted them. I reached between his legs and felt for his penis. I thought if I got this over with, he would stop hurting my breasts. As I grasped him, he smiled in realization that I was trying to put him inside me. "You are an anxious little girl, aren't you daughter Chastity?" he asked. I nodded to him, smiling up at him and trying to pull him on top of me so that he would stop hurting my breasts. His hips collapsed on me but I couldn't seem to place him at the right place to enter me. My mother let go of my hand and reached for him. I felt her place the head of his penis at my opening and he immediately pushed inside me. The pressure I felt as he entered, left me with a deep burning sensation. He moved deeper and I felt like he was ripping my insides apart. He started moving up and down on me before I was adjusted to him. I just lay there with my legs open as he grasped me with his wrinkled hands and plunged ahead. "Wrap your legs around me, Chastity," the Prelate said. "Take my anointed cock into your cunt and embrace it." I'm not sure what he all meant but I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me. The burning was somewhat subsiding but his movement inside was increasing its pace. I turned and looked away from him as he used my body. I looked at my mother's face and I could tell that she also was in some pain. I looked behind her and my uncle had stepped between her legs. He had mounted her and she just kept lightly shaking her head no. Her hand grasped mine tighter and I realized that my Uncle Augustine was taking her anally. "Chastity, pay attention to me girl," Prelate Mathias admonished. I turned my head to him and smiled. I thrust my hips up onto his hard penis and open my legs more. "Tell me how much you want it, Chastity." "Tell me how much you need my cum inside your cunt," he said. I lifted up more and said, "I want your penis in me, Sir." "I want your seed deep in my vagina!" He shook his head no! "Use the same words I used!" I wasn't exactly sure what I was saying but I said it. "I want you to cum inside me." "I want to feel you inside my cunt." "Please sir, I pleaded. I felt him arch more into me and use his hands to pull my hips upwards as he impaled me. I felt a small twitching inside as a light wetness was dribbled inside me. I knew he must have given me his seed. I looked up and saw that my uncle was finishing up with my mother. Her eyes shut tight as he thrust hard inside her anus. "Tell me, Barbara!" I heard my uncle say. My mother immediately shouted out, "Fuck me in the ass, Augustine." "Take me hard and give me your cum deep inside me." "Fuck me, Augustine." With that, my uncle must have complied as he pulled her hips onto his penis. He pounded into her several more times and finally ended, "Yes, take me, Bitch!" and seemed to collapse. The Prelate laid on top of me for several minutes. I started getting nervous because I thought he might have died from the exertion. I watched my uncle start to move off and out of my mother. Prelate Mathias started to stir and pressed himself clumsily off me. He kind of fell out of my vagina as he raised himself, instead of withdrawing. Finally, my father spoke and said, "Take your position to be anointed." My mother and I scrambled off the bed, her with no under panties and myself, naked. We stood kneeling in a position of prayer to receive my father's blessing. My father looked at me sternly and I knew I had done something wrong. I looked to my mother and she whispered, "Put on your bonnet." I grabbed my bonnet, smoothed it over my hair and tied it under my chin. "I am sorry, Father." My father shook his head and said, "You were brought up better than this, Daughter." "You know you can't receive a blessing while showing your hair shamelessly like a whore." "We will talk of this later." My mother and I bowed our heads in piety. We clasped our hands together and prayed as my father anointed both of us. When he was finished, all three men walked from the room and left us. "Are you alright, Chastity," my mother asked? I nodded and started to giggle. My mother looked at me curiously so I explained that when she was being spanked, I couldn't reach climax so I faked it realizing that she was to be spanked until I had. We both broke out laughing hysterically. My mother went into the washroom and came back with a bowl of hot water and a wash cloth. She started to wipe the brownish red blood that had stained between my legs and along my thighs. I told her I didn't understand why Uncle Augustine would copulate with here anally. I also explained I had no idea what half the words were that the Prelate had me use. She went and fetched a bathrobe, helped me put it on and sat down to explain things. "Men will use a women's rear to send a message to us." "It is a message of dominance and superiority." "It actually can be pleasurable if it is done gently as your father does to me when he desires my butt." "It is also can be very painful if the man decides to use it as punishment, as your Uncle Augustine did tonight with me." I nodded. "The words are just dirty words that men use to demean women." "A cunt, or pussy, refers to our vaginas." "Cum is basically a slang word for a man's seed." We stayed up for hours talking. I always felt close to my mother but never more so than that night. She finally took my night clothes out of the dresser and laid them out for me. I dressed in them and she pulled the covers down. She put me into bed and then got in with me. She held me close to her and I fell fast asleep. The next morning gone having slipped out of bed to sleep with my father as was her duty. Father & I I awoke, washed up and dressed. When I came down to the kitchen, my father was reading his paper and drinking cocoa, (We do not drink coffee or tea). I peered over his shoulder and saw his glass mostly empty so I went and made him a new cup. He looked up at me and smiled. "Father, I want to apologize to you if I embarrassed you during the Eden Conference." "That was not my intent, Sir." He looked up at me again and smiled, "You did not embarrass me, Chastity." "You are a good daughter and I've always been too close to you." "Everyone comments on it and I don't care what they think." "Prelate Mathias just threw me off when he had you remove your bonnet." "I have never heard of a woman removing her bonnet in front of a man unless it was her husband." I nodded and said, "It embarrassed me greatly." "I did not know what to do other than remove it, Father." My father shook his head, "He is a Prelate." "Gifted with the blessing of prophecy." "If anyone knows what our savior wants, it would be him." "I just never heard of it being done before and I didn't know how to react to it." "Father, may I ask something else?" He nodded. "Why did Uncle Augustine do that to mother last night?" "He hurt her." "Your mother should never have questioned the order of a Prelate, even to the slightest degree," my Father spoke. "Your uncle was angered because your mother's punishment was not equal to her offense." "I have always been easy on her and you girls." "Everyone wonders why." I cleaned up some dishes, turned to leave the room and looked back at my father, still sitting there. "I am just a young girl but I know why you are easy on us, Father." "You love us." I then walked out of the kitchen. The Council Three days later my father came home breathlessly for dinner. As we all sat at the table, held hands and prayed, I could tell my father wished to tell us important news. Our community has been picked to host the quarterly meeting of the twelve! We all gasped as this was a singular honor that happens only once a decade for our scattered communities. The Council of Twelve is the ruling body of our religion. It consist of all twelve sitting prelates. They make rulings on canon law, grievances by individuals, excommunications and most importantly, prophesy. All of them are in their 80's with the oldest 92. The planning went on for weeks. Our Community House was repainted, new carpeting and special lavatories set up for the twelve. The work went on for weeks but all of us eagerly donated time and money to ensure we set an example. A week before the conclave was to commence, my father came home again breathlessly. We all sat down to the table and bowed our heads to say grace. "Chastity, would you lead us in grace, please," I heard the words spoken from my father's mouth. My Mother immediately shot a questioning look at my father. Women never say grace. It was unheard of. It is allowed for a female who has been granted sainthood but no one else. I was sure my father meant to ordain one of my brothers with the task. "Daughter Chastity, would you say grace please," he repeated. I said grace at the table. I have followed in response to grace many times but never had led it. I finished the three times per day ritual and before I said, "Amen." I added, "And thank you Lord King, for our Father." "Who loves us all!" My mother shot a look of surprise and shock at me. When we had finished dinner, my mother, sister and I did the dishes as my father and brothers retired to the great room to read. When we had finished, my father asked us all to gather as a family in the great room. "Let us pray," my father said. We all got on our knees and said our prayer of thanksgiving. When we had finished, my father started to give us an explanation of his odd behavior. Prelate Mathias had come to him that afternoon. The Prelates had order an unprecedented Eden Conference during the meeting. The women invited to the conference was my mother, my sister Prudence, the blessed saint - Evangeline, and myself. My father explained that Prelate Mathias told him that I had been ordered to remove my bonnet at my first Eden Conference because it came to him in a vision. Everyone looked at me in shock that I had bared my head outside the presence of my husband. My father hushed them all down and told them it was at the Prelates orders. It came to him as a vision and he saw it as a prophecy. This would be a miracle to be involved in a prophecy. We spent the rest of the evening asking "why us." Why were we the chosen for the "Eden Conference." My mother even laughed that it had been six years since she had been invited to one. My father just grumbled and said something like, "it'll be six years longer if you don't stop mentioning it too." The day of the Eden Conference approached quickly. We all took baths, freshly cleaned our hair from our womanly triangle and dressed in white linen dresses for the occasion. When we left the house, more than half our community was gathered on our front lawn to escort us to the "Twelve." As we approached the meeting house, there was a carpet of evergreens laid out in front of our feet. We walked to the front door and knocked as protocol would have it. A serving Bishop of the church opened the door and begged us entrance. The three of us, assumed the position of prayer before this holy twelve. I wondered where Saint Evangeline was but I saw her not. Finally after prayer, we were asked by the Holy One, (the chair of the Twelve), to raise our heads. We recited our duties as women from the covenants. They all nodded their heads as we recited in perfect unison. The Holy One, ninety two years old and a member of the council for thirty years, spoke. He explained to us that Prelate Mathias had told him his vision and between the Sainted Evangeline and himself they had interpreted the vision. He explained to us that Saint Evangeline was to be an avenging angel that scourged our community of all sin but that of women's Original sin. That my mother, who brought two daughters of grace and beauty into our world, should act as the vessel of our community sin as our savior had so many years ago. Prudence and I were to be the altars of forgiveness. We were to accept that seed graciously given by the twelve in order to have my mother's sacrifice accepted. We all nodded in awe of our great role in this endeavor. Prelate Mathias' wife stood up. She wedged herself out of her chair and walked over to a huge covered article being held up by two carpenter saw horses. She nodded to Prudence and me. "Daughters you may approach your Latter Saint and disrobe me," she said. Prudence and I stood and came to the great woman before us. I started to unbutton the back of her dress, while Prudence started unlacing her shoes. She was an obese woman to be generous and it seemed difficult to undress her. I finally had her dress off with Prudence's help. We were both a bit breathless at the task. I let Prudence unfasten the bra because I was certain I didn't have the strength to do it and that Prudence would have it. With two failed attempts at unfastening the garment, Prudence finally had the bra removed and her breast fell free. Her breast looked like deflated watermelons, with two very large nipples attached. I got on my knees and removed her bloused panties from her, (relieving my sister from that duty). Saint Evangeline moved over to the covered article propped up by the saw horses. She uncovered it and we all just looked. It was a large cross, about twelve inches in diameter, and 10'feet long. The cross member for the arms was about five feet in length. About two feet down from the cross member arms, there was fixed into the cross, an oral training penis. Above the cross, there was a seat attached. "Undress your mother, Sisters," the Holy One said. Prudence and I went to our mother and started to undress her. When we had her dress off, Prudence whispered to me, "She is beautiful, is she not? I nodded my agreement as I snaked my fingers into my mother's panties. I pulled them down her legs and she stood nude in front of the Twelve, her daughters and Saint Evangeline. "The Bonnet also!" I couldn't believe my ears that my mother was to be humiliated like this. I shook my head no as did my sister. My mother pushed us both away and with great dignity, unfastened the tie under her chin and took the bonnet off herself. Dropping it to the floor, as if to let it be soiled, as she was being soiled herself. My mother stood, naked, her head bared so that all these men could look at her. To be continued in part 2. By Carole_n_Nice for Literotica

In this week's sex tip, Chris talks about undressing for your husband as a sort of foreplay that helps both of you.

Cecily is a young woman who will get married.by Lady_Mary. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 1I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband's adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto.Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur.I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father.My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good homes should always have them.I nod in respect as I enter my father's study. He sits in his swivel leather-covered chair, looking as perfect as ever in his suit trousers and white shirt, ironed by my mother.He said in a cordial tone, indicating a chair for me to sit down, then said; “Mother praises you immensely, you have become a great help to her. I am extremely pleased about that.”“ Thank you, Father. Praise always makes me happy.” I said with a smile.“Therefore,” Father puts the stack of papers aside. “I thought you were mature enough to think about your household”.“My household?” I repeated in surprise. I felt my face turn white.“This is what awaits every woman. I thought my mother and I had instilled this in you all.” The man walks around the desk and sits on its edge almost beside me so that he can brush his fingertips against my cheeks. “You are our great pride. You will be the same for your husband. Lucky him.”“So… who will it be?” I ask timidly.“You will find out in time. You will like it. Of that I am certain.” Father blinks one eyelid at me. “First the engagement and a few… procedures involved.”“Procedures?” I asked.“Your mother will prepare you. You have nothing to fear. Well… That is all. You may return to your duties, my child.”“Thank you, father.” I bow my head before I leave my father's office.My preparations for the nuptials began almost immediately… although I did not know to whom I would be married. I also still didn't know anything about the procedures I was to go through and my father had mentioned them.“The doctor will be with you shortly, lie still, my lady.” The maid instructed me.In fact, there was nothing wrong with me, but it was necessary for the engagement to be announced. That is what mother and one of my brothers said.So I was fulfilling a commitment. I lay in my huge bed, dressed in something like a nightdress, but much shorter than a standard one, for here the linen material ended above my knee.I didn't wait too long as the door to my room soon opened. I saw a man with blonde hair and at first sight he was two heads taller than me.He placed his brown leather bag on the table that was next to the bed.“Lady Cecily? I'm doctor Mason. I am here to confirm your readiness for the sacrament of marriage. I understand that this is your first examination of this kind, but I assure you that you have nothing to fear.” The young doctor sent me a weak smile. “ At first, I ask you to move down toward the base of the bed and spread your legs.”“What? “ I could not believe what I had just heard. Red was on my cheeks almost immediately.“Lady Cecily. It would be far better for yourself to do it voluntarily. Neither of us wants it to be unpleasant, do we?” he warned.I obediently move down and spread my thighs. I seek solace in looking at the ceiling of my bedroom. It was decorated with hierubines that were supposed to watch over the cleanliness and good conduct of the girls.“Wider. Lady Cecily, I will have to say a word to your father and husband-to-be. None of them will be pleased.”“Excuse me… I never… “ I'm at a loss for words, but I spread my legs as he asks me. This contributes to the material of the garment falling up over my stomach and the man can now see my femininity.“It's very nice…” I feel the touch of a stranger's single fingers on me. In a place so carefully hidden. The blonde man takes a seat on the stool between my legs. “I can see the hymen. It is not too thin That's good. Your spouse will be pleased with this gift. Are you sinning?”“Am I sinning?” I ask almost in a whisper.“Have you ever touched yourself in a sinful way? In places… that you shouldn't have? Don't lie. I'm a representative of the church. God listens and can punish.”“No, no, never! I swear.” I plead terrified, but almost immediately I let out a shrill scream. I feel something inside me.“Relax, it's a good sign… Your husband will have something to work on.” I watch as the doctor slides one of his fingers out of the copper. “With God's Grace, you will not be a less fruitful woman than your mother. Undress.”I untied the 3 bows on the front of the shirt without protest. I didn't want my future spouse to think I was a troublemaker. I am far from it. I rose to a sitting position when asked to do so.“Considerable for such a young person, but very nice. 85d to my eye.” He affirms, squeezing both my breasts in his hand, which makes me squeal. “Sensitive… Your husband will be really happy. Have you eaten anything since yesterday?”“No, my mother told me not to eat anything after breakfast yesterday. The test could give bad results.”I look up as the man walks away towards his leather bag. He looks for something for a moment.“You have a wise mother. Kneel down politely on the floor.”I do so, but first I throw on and tie my petticoat. I see the doctor smile but say nothing for a long moment. He takes slow steps towards me with something shiny in his hand, but I can't see what it is.“Open your mouth wide.” he ordered.I do so immediately and unexpectedly the doctor stuffs something into my mouth, sort of like a bite block that a dentist might use, and ties it at the back of my head. My mouth opens even wider, which causes a slight pain. “Take it easy. Put your hands behind your back and let them stay there.” The man sighs somewhat amused. “Now listen to me carefully. We must see how much you can take… it's very important.”Take? I understood absolutely nothing. I wanted to talk to the man, but my mouth was opened by some metal. I could not form anything into words. I kneel impatiently as the man walks towards his bag again and firmly presses something to the wall mirror. I am unable to see it for a long moment. Then at last I see it! I have heard about this… but a long time ago I put it out of my mind. Wives had to please their husbands in many ways when they were pregnant, often doing it with their mouths, wrapping their lips tightly around the penis to please the man. The doctor came to me and helped me to stand up, leading me to a kind of test where I knelt down again, facing the mirror.“I know that the lesson programme for female marriage preparation talks about this. However, I understand that you may have forgotten. What you see is a dildo. Silicone. Here on the side.” He points his finger to the right side of the tool. Numbers appear every few centimetres. “This will tell us what level you are starting from. Hence the spider gag in your mouth so you can get the best possible result.”I look at the man, at the reproduction of the male penis. It is so big and thick… I can't take it. Indeed, it's a good thing I haven't eaten anything… although my stomach is starting to hurt just thinking about it.“Go ahead. I won't finish this visit until you take.”I squeeze my hands together behind my back and slowly slide the dildo into my mouth. I start to choke when I feel it at the starting point of my throat and almost immediately pull my head back, causing me to cough and my eyes fill with tears.“Try again,” he orders.“I ca ca.” I want to say I can't make it, but I can't form any words and all doctor can hear is sobbing.“Take it easy. Many young women fail to do this properly.” The doctor kneels beside me. “I'll push your head and hold it for a while Okay? This might hurt a little.”I nod in acknowledgement that I agree, although the truth is that he didn't need my consent. I felt his large but gentle hands sink into my brown curly hair and after a moment he pushed my head without indicating. I'm running out of air, so my hands are almost immediately on the wall to push back. My saliva flows out of my mouth onto the floor and mixes with my tears. Soon the push subsides and I gasp loudly for air.“10 centimetres. Perfect for a start, young lady.” I feel him unbuckle the strap from the spider gag on the back of my head and pull out the dildo. “In the face of everything, I can confirm that you can marry. You can stand up, Lady Cecily.”Although I was still a little stunned, a smile appeared on my face. My parents will be proud, especially my father.“Thank you doctor and… I apologize for my behaviour.”“Nothing has happened. Fortunately, you turned out to be as obedient as you are said to be.” The man hides the instruments in his bag and pulls out a notebook. “You bleed regularly, according to your mother… The only thing I can recommend is vitamins. This will help in creating a family and in bringing new life into this world.” He speaks confidently and writes down on a piece of paper, which he seals at the end. “God bless you, young bride.”I say goodbye to the doctor, and immediately after him mother enters the chambers, before whom I bow as I did before my father to pay my respects.“The doctor has praised you. Father is delighted. So is your fiancé.”“Who is it? My fiancé?”“Daughter… These things only happen at the altar.” She says amused by my question, which I could ask several times a day. “Now you must be clothed and this must go back to its place.” She points to my belt, my virginity belt.I have worn this attribute of maturity since I started menstruating. This has happened to every young woman in our faith. Without it, we might have sinned and tarnished the honour of the family, thus derailing any chance of a favourable marriage. It was locked with a key, and this was put in father's possession. On the wedding day it will be given to my husband.“Do married women… have to wear it too, mother?” I ask as she helps me put it on and then locks it.“Depends on their husbands. When they are in a blessed state, they usually don't, at least in the later stages of pregnancy.”I look at my mother. She was only 36 years old and pregnant, another fruit of my parents' marriage. My mother has never been without a child for more than 2 years. My parents believed that procreation was the purpose for which God created man and woman. They fulfilled it scrupulously. The Church also had this as the highest value of human life, especially of a woman.“Your underwear needs to be replaced. This one is too childish for a married woman.” mother says. “The same with your dresses… but here your spouse will have a word.”“I will put on your corset. A young married woman has no right to hunch over.” Mother pulls out my white Victorian-style corset from the wardrobe, to which I obediently allow myself to adorn and tie it, even though it was an uncomfortable piece of clothing.“Can it be a little looser, please?”“Wait a minute. You will soon get used to it. Look here, my dear.” I turn to the mirror & see my image. No one dreams of such a waist.I smile because I would be lying if I didn't like seeing how small I can be at this point on my body.“Will my sister Elizabeth be coming to my nuptials?”“It is hard to say. She is expecting a baby. It is a delicate time for a woman. You will see for yourself soon enough.”A woman puts a white dress with embroidered sunflowers on me. My shoulders were prominent, so I was a bit surprised by this choice by my parent. However, I immediately understood that this little boldness was meant to imply that I was expecting the wedding. Exactly. Wedding!“So when? When will it happen?” I ask.“In a few days… Our faith wants a girl to become a woman on her fertile days, preferably on those… the most important ones. Yours is coming.”For days afterwards, preparations were underway for the big event. The family and the servants were preparing for my wedding.My belongings were packed, although most of my clothes remained. I was assured that a wardrobe tailor-made for a married woman awaited me in my new home. Mostly my cosmetics, bedding and a small collection of jewelry were completed.I was obliged to go to bed early. Like a younger sibling, I was supposed to be in bed by 8.30 p.m. already. All this so that I would not be a tired bride. I was also taught the art of make-up and made sure my body was smooth. Husbands did not tolerate unnecessary hair.“Lady Cecily, a box for you.” a servant said from the hall. “A box? At this hour?” I ask surprised when the maid puts the box on my bed. It was of considerable size and wrapped in cobalt ribbon. I have never received a package before bedtime. “Thank you. You may go.” I had just come out of the bath wearing my robe and my belt was off for the bath.I waited until I was alone and with great excitement began to open… a gift? I guess you could call it that. I took a deep breath and lifted the lid.My God… what… white lace underwear appeared before my eyes. I took one part, which was supposed to be panties, but… it didn't cover anything.Only after a while did I see a small card. I take it in my hands with a trembling heart.“Hello My Spouse-to-be. I'm sure you're surprised by the contents of the package. Consider it a gift for the night that will make us soon married.”“I will be extremely pleased to see you in it. I believe that you care about pleasing your husband.”“Nevertheless, I know that you are a woman undefiled in deed or word. But I want to let you have a taste of the married life. I've discussed this with your parents, so you don't have to worry about me tarnishing your good name.”“At the bottom of the packet is something like an egg and a gel. I would like you to moisten your womanhood and gently insert the egg as deep as you can, my doll… ”I lifted the full material of my underwear and pulled out a pink ball from under it. It did indeed look like a small egg. I took a deep breath and placed a few drops of gel on my fingers. I opened my legs and this opened up my womanhood. I rubbed some of the gel in, but thought it might be worth doing with the toy itself. I breathed deeply to relax and do the job properly. I moaned several times, feeling my hole being expanded and trying to swallow I took a piece of paper in my hands to read the rest of the letter.“ Once you've done that, put on your belt. We don't want a sinful moment to come over you. Give the key back to your maid who is waiting outside the door.”“Then take your phone and call the number below…”“Your future husband”I was extremely uncomfortable in something inside. I was taking big steps, and it was apparently going to stay in me for an unknown amount of time. After putting on my virgin belt, I handed over the key to the maid who was indeed waiting outside the doorI sat on the bed, but this position was uncomfortable and I did much better when I lay down. I picked up the phone and with my thoughts swirling I called the number indicated. I did not wait long, because the call was answered.“Um… hello? Lady Cecily?” I heard a warm male tone. Nice one.I've been waiting for your call. So I believe you did what I asked for?”“Yes, my Lord.”“Okay.. so we can start.”“Start wha, ah, ah!” I screamed as I felt some vibrations in my womb, but almost immediately closed my mouth with one hand and the vibrations stopped.“ What's wrong, doll?” I heard the man's amusement. “Forgive me. Apparently that's too much to start with. I want you to lie down politely. Relaxed and closed eyes.”I felt the vibrations again, but were much softer. But I couldn't help but sigh.They grew stronger every moment, and that made my breathing heavy. I felt the muscles in my lower abdomen tighten and the tension grew.“Oh My…” I sigh loudly, but then the vibration stops. “What? why…”“You need to rest, little doll. I cannot let you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. It awaits you only in our life together.”“It was wonderful. Thank you… what's your name?”“You'll find out soon. Now go to sleep as a good girl.” He said, then hung up. I experienced something like this for the first time… and it's not the end, apparently. So, the life of a married woman… was also pleasurable?by Lady_Mary for Literotica

This week we take a look and comment and critique on all of the 2024 Oscars fashion. We give you our take and insight into the good, the bad and the downright awful fashion seen on the red carpet. Who wore it better and who should fire their stylist? It was the men verses the women and who were the winners? Everything you were probably thinking, but afraid to say out loud...we do! When you were thinking about screaming at the TV while watching and yelling why are you wearing that...don;t worry. We are doing just that. Pol' Atteu and Patrik Simpson give you their personal fashion opinions and Pol' gives us a fashion designer's perspective. What looks stood out on the red carpet and what looks should have stayed in the designer's closet? It's Fashion Police reborn with Pol' Atteu and Patrik Simpson as we UNDRESS all the stars and their fashion choices. This year there was some renowned designers, like Versace, Gucci, Armani Prive, Christian Siriano, Chanel, Louis Vuitton Dior and more. Who fell short and why? Pol' Atteu gives you a description of each look and we break down every inch from head to toe. Do you agree with us? If you love fashion you will love this episode. No guests, no games, no coffee reads...just a peek at this year's Oscars 2024 red carpet looks. This is another Hurrdat Media Production. Hurrdat Media is a podcast network and digital media production company based in Omaha, NE. Find more podcasts on the Hurrdat Media Network by going to HurrdatMedia.com or the HurrdatMedia YouTube channel! Subscribe to our audio: linktr.ee/undressedpod Follow Pol Atteu:  Instagram: @polatteu  Tiktok: @polatteu  Twitter: @polatteu  www.polatteu.com Follow Patrik Simpson:  Instagram: @patriksimpson  Tiktok: @patriksimpsonbh www.patriksimpson.com Follow SnowWhite90210: Instagram: @snowwhite90210 Twitter: @SnowWhite9010 www.snowwhite90210.com Watch Gown and Out In Beverly Hills on Prime Video.  www.gownandoutinbeverlyhills.com #UndressedPodcast  Armenian Coffee Reading: https://polatteu.com/armenian-coffee-cup-read Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Women dress modestly to stay safe around men who think that immodest women are asking for it, when in fact, we are in the most danger when we are modest in sexually repressed environments. When Tia shared the comments that stemmed from her reel about pants and fundies with no undies (@tialevingswriter) the Jezzies had to mash the fruit of modest culture and r@pe myths.  Also in this episode: Gwen Shamblin's son in pop culture and a big segment on perimenopause and medical gaslighting.  Stay fresh, betches!   Resources We Talked About Today: Video from Daniella Mestyanek-Young  “You Are Not Your Own: Rape, Sexual Assault and Consent in Evangelical Christian Dating Books” Article “The Way Down” Docuseries on Gwen Shamblin  Interview with Gwen Shamblin's son My Alloy - Perimenopause support and Hormone Therapy  Pre-order Tia's book, A Well-Trained Wife Religious Trauma + Elections Course use code WISEJEZEBELS for $15 off! #waydown #rapeculture #modestyculture #religioustrauma #perimenopause #podcastsforwomen #jezebels #heretics #apostate #gaslighting #medicaltrauma #believeher #thewaydown #gwenshamblin #remnantchurch #purityculture  The views and opinions expressed by the hosts of the Wise Jezebels are their own. This podcast does  not take the place of therapy, medical advice, or any other healing modality. For support in resolving and recovering from religious trauma, purity culture, cults, fundamentalism, and other adverse religious experiences, we encourage people to check out the Center for Trauma Resolution and Recovery–a fully online trauma coaching company specializing in working with folks coming out of high control groups, systems, and relationships. The Wise Jezebels podcast is not anti-religion but it is anti -harm, -power and control, -oppression and, -abuse and will speak to the harmful practices and messaging of fundamentalist groups.  Follow Tia on Instagram and TikTok @tialevingswriter or on her website: www.tialevings.com  Follow Laura on Instagram and TikTok @drlauraeanderson or on her website: www.drlauraeanderson.com  The Center for Trauma Resolution and Recovery Website: www.traumaresolutionandrecovery.com IG/Facebook: @traumaresolutionandrecovery     Hosts:  Tia Levings and Laura Anderson Editing and Production by Kevin Crowe and can be found at  www.kevincrowe.co

Submissive Mindset Initiation Training (for panty wearing males)  timestamps: 00:00 - Introduction Seduction (snap trigger + gong) 04:18 - Hypno Induction 08:03 - Undress with me + put on my panties 11:14 - Breathing Femininely (5 second breath exercise) 14:40 - Practical: Seductive Breaths Surrender 16:20 - Practical: Kneeling Ritual 20:59 - Mantra: "My Purpose in life is to please" 22:25 - Practical: Rise back up gracefully 24:30 - Finishing Up (cool down) 25:26 - (no gongs outro) xX This part of a series at: sissy legs dot com TRIBUTE GOVERNESS @ https://linktr.ee/sissylegs

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This week, Lauren Compton goes on a first date with comedian Whitney Cummings. Whitney discusses her guilty pleasures, the things that are dealbreakers for her on a date, how she feels about saying “I love you”, her pregnancy, what she thinks her own red flags are, and more!https://www.tiktok.com/@iamlaurencomptonhttps://store.ymhstudios.com/

We have all heard people say, "Dress for the role you want," but can doing this accidentally make us play the role of another person rather than stepping fully into who we are? It's true, the stuff we buy, the outfits we wear, might help us create internal shifts and build confidence, but what would happen if we let it go and stood in our own power without any of the stuff? Let's talk about it... The Blog: https://www.thefunsizedlife.com/ My Fave Savings Plan: https://www.reneebenes.com/save Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/renee.benes/ TikTok: https://tiktok.com/@renee.benes/

Giddy up, slowpokes. It's time for the decennial Gift Horse cowboy special. Acknowledgement: The following music was used for this media project: Music: No Frills Comparsa by Kevin MacLeod Free download: https://filmmusic.io/song/3535-no-frills-comparsa License (CC BY 4.0): https://filmmusic.io/standard-license

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Welcome to a heartwarming episode of Friendships. In this special episode, we're celebrating the beauty and magic of friendships through the stories shared by our amazing followers and also “Undress this scenario”. So grab a cup of hot cocoa, snuggle up in your comfiest blanket, and prepare for this episode. Let the stories and games, begin!

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Kate Lister is President of Global Workplace Analytics and a veteran advocate of remote working—or teleworking as it was previously called. Kate brings almost two decades of experience making data-based business cases to employers to convince them of the financial merits of offering remote working options. She discusses the catalyzing effect of the pandemic which substantially increased the awareness and acceptance of new work arrangements. Kate highlights the long history of employees' desire for flexibility over their work location and schedule. She also warns of significant downsides for corporations if they do not integrate hybrid or remote work models.   KEY TAKEAWAYS   [03:34] Kate starts as a banker, becomes an entrepreneur, and is about to retire when the Great Recession hits.   [04:14] With her husband, Kate builds and runs a vintage airplane ride business for 16 years!   [05:10] They sell the business—which they had run from home—and research their next home-based venture.   [06:40] Kate's daughter gets scammed by home-based work, so Kate and her husband write their third book revealing the “naked truth” about making money from home.   [07:56] Researching for the book, Kate notices no one has made the business case for “teleworking”—trying to quantify the benefits.   [08:40] “Show me the money!” The financial benefits are clear—saving 52 mins of commuting time and 3 hours of distracted time at the office every day.   [09:07] Kate has built up a database of over 6,000 research documents studying workplaces and quantifying telecommuting/remote working effects and benefits.   [09:32] Making the fact-based business case to the C-suite, quantifying why productivity and or retention would increase. A calculator is available online.   [10:20] Benefiting people, planet, and profit. Employees also saved money—employees' desire to work remotely or not is not considered (pre-pandemic).   [11:02] A champion typically brings Kate in to persuade the (rest of the) C-suite depending on the pain point(s) for the particular company—such as saving money, talent or office space.   [13:59] Contingent labor typically goes up and down signaling the start and end of a recession, but that does not happen at the end of the Great Recession—and reasons change.   [14:54] Reported remote workdays grow 10% a year pre-pandemic, but from a small base.   [15:41] Census data (questions) is not capturing accurate data about remote workdays.   [16:57] Kate is surprised by how quickly people adapted to working remotely during the pandemic.   [18:31] Remote work becomes more humanized and egalitarian, people feel more trusted.   [20:59] 2021 is Kate's busiest and most polarized consulting year to date as employers and employees had conflicting desires about returning to the office.   [21:59] Time-shifting work is even more popular with employees than remote working options, but meets more resistance from employers.   [23:12] If people working from home get their work done, why do you care what else they do?   [23:37] The percentage of people wanting to work fully-remote and hybrid is increasing.   [24:02] 18 years ago, 90% of people already wanted to work part of the week from home.   [26:26] Kate shows CEOs and CFOs the business costs if they were to force people back to the office.   [27:13] The business case often involves reducing real estate costs, also recognizing workplace issues.   [28:27] Research shows people want the ability to have privacy at the office.   [29:00] Activity Based Working was building prior to the pandemic to provide better office workspaces.   [30:18] Kate shares the likely stable office- and home-based working percentages going forward.   [31:35] Remote working is one choice in a palette of flexibility to give people autonomy.   [33:52] Trust hindered telework taking off in 1973—leaders are babysitting, not managing by results.   [34:40] IMMEDIATE ACTION TIP: To hire the best and the brightest, the work has got to be where they are, as well as to achieve levels of engagement necessary to be successful and to attain the kind of trust that will support innovation. So double down on integrating remote to benefit.     RESOURCES   Kate Lister on LinkedIn Kate on Twitter @FutureWorkforce Kate's company website GlobalWorkplaceAnalytics.com Hybrid and remote work costs and benefits Workplace ROI and breakeven calculators Undress for Success: The Naked Truth about Making Money at Home by Kate Lister and Tom Harnish     QUOTES (edited)   “The C-suite talks in numbers. ‘Show me the money!' and it just seemed easy to me to look at.”   “At the end of the day, we showed that you could save $11,000 per halftime remote worker per year.”   “They could offset the cost of the entire office space with an increase of productivity of less than one minute a day.”   “I know a big part of the reason, from the data I've collected, that people didn't want to come back to the office is because we've made them so awful.”   “We're also starting to see that it's just one choice in a palette of flexibility. We wouldn't just be doing a telework program or remote work program. It would be a suite of programs so that everybody had a chance to participate.”   “Nobody's telling you how to do it or when to do it. We've known since the fifties that it's the best way to manage people anyway. And we just ignored the science.”   “Managers didn't trust their people, it's why telework didn't take off in the 70's.”

Oliver wears a BDSM leather body harness, which prompts Teresa to talk about her favorite role-play costumes in bed. Oliver and Teresa share how wearing different outfits can make you feel like a different person, which inspires them to talk about Hollywood, film school, the 2023 Oscars, internships, and the different jobs they've had before entering the adult industry. Lastly, Teresa reveals that one of her favorite Hustler articles was when she was assigned the topic of sex while wearing Airpods.Teresa lo's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/teresalowriter/Oliver Wong's TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@oliverwongcomedy?lang=enOliver Wong's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/oliverwongcomedy/Get Intimate's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/getintimatepodcast/About Sex & Boba PodcastIn Asian culture, it's taboo to talk about sex, but Asian women are the most fetishized and Asian men are the most dismissed in the sexual dating pool. Someone in the culture needs to talk about this, and who better to do it than Oliver Wong, an award-winning porn director, and Teresa Lo, a journalist for Hustler Magazine? Each week, Oliver and Teresa talk about sex, pop culture, Asian-American issues, and of course, themselves in a funny, honest way. The two Taiwanese-American comedians will bring great shame on their families so that you can learn a lot but still save face.

Crashing Was The Highlight***Written by: No One of Consequence and Narrated by: JV Hampton-VanSant***Undress to Impress***Written by: Olivia White and Narrated by: Megan McDuffee***Content Warning: Sexual language, gore***Check out our reward tiers at patreon.com/creepypod***Title music by Alex Aldea Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Dr. Morse and Father Rob Jack discuss a Vermont high school's decision to not only accept a boy onto the girl's volleyball team, but have mandated that the girls either undress in front of him, or share a single-room locker space. They discuss how the administrators should be protecting the young, how their actions will inevitably lead to negative consequences, and why they'll be surprised when that happens. 

This week Tom and Felicia Undress "The Sandman" episode 7: Doll's House! Spread word if you like the show! Our next TV series to Undress will be "Witcher: Blood Origin" starting end of Dec when it releases, WOOT!

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On a new TAGS LIVE, Host Steve V. and Co-host Kodi Maurice Doggette are back for a full hour of hot gay sex topics and more! Seemingly good news regarding Monkeypox, Bad Bunny is NOT Queerbaiting! Super Heroes can and continue to come out as queer, Non-consensual touching of an Only Fans star, Undressing with your eyes, top Rimming tips, can you over obsess with working out for our moods? Our obsession with our bodies and looks, Thirst Trap Thursday! Follow us on IG: @tagspodcastFollow Kodi @kmdcoaching for Life Coaching ServicesFollow Kodi @mistahmauriceGet 10% Off your First Month of Online Therapy! Visit BetterHelp.com/tagsWanna drop a weekly or one time tip to TAGSPODCAST - Show your love for the show and support TAGS!Visit our website: tagspodcast.comNeeds some advice for a sex or relationship conundrum? Ask TAGS! DM US ON IG or https://www.talkaboutgaysex.com/contactSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/talk-about-gay-sex-tagspodcast/exclusive-contentAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

If it can't be interpreted at least 2 different ways, it's probably not true. This is how to do it… Kim McMillen said, “When I loved myself enough I recognized my courage and fear, my naiveté and wisdom, and I make a place for each at my table.” We'll start with a few of my Sacred S.O.L. STEPS… #1: Show up. Show up for yourself and your feelings. Undress and address. This means being willing to expose yourself. To uncover and discover what you're feeling. HOW? #2: Pay attention to what has heart and meaning. What's coming from your heart? What meaning or definition are you giving it? Remember... #3: If it can't be interpreted at least 2 different ways, it's probably not true.  HOW? 1. Interpretation. Then... 2. Identification 3. Recognition 4. Definition The extremes that you experience can feel overwhelming, but YOU are the common denominator… The common denominator for courage and fear, is YOU. The common denominator for naiveté and wisdom is YOU. YOU are the one that they have in common. And you're the one who can address and acknowledge each of them at your table. The table of your heart. THE TABLE OF TRUTH. Realizing that opposition is simply a matter of position. Position them around your table and encourage heart to heart communion with one another. Please grab your SACRED S.O.L. D.A.T.E. JOURNAL (Daily Action To Engage yourself.) TODAY'S SACRED S.O.L. STEP:   What primary feeling have you been having today? Invite that feeling, as well as its opposite, to come to the table of you heart. Journal about this and see what happens. (This is based on the profound little book, When I Loved Myself Enough by Kim McMillen and Alison McMillen-Givnish. You can order a copy HERE.) Thanks for tuning in today, and every day...and allowing me to SIP ON LIFE with you. If you've been feeling like you're stuck, overwhelmed, or perhaps you still feel like you're drowning in your life, please don't hesitate to reach out. YOU ARE NOT ALONE... Request a FREE copy of my best-selling book, Date Yourself Well — The Best-Selling 12 Engagements Of Becoming The Great Lover Of Your Life (all you'll pay for is shipping.) www.dateyourselfwell.com If you've received value from the podcast, please let me know. I'd LOVE to hear from you — please email me at: drshannon@doctorshannon.com AND PLEASE TELL YOUR BESTIES AND INVITE THEM TO SIP ON LIFE WITH US. FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM @doctorshannon! See you there... Come over to the WOMEN SIPPING ON LIFE S.O.L. MOVEMENT Closed FB Group and Join the MOVEMENT: https://www.facebook.com/groups/WSOLMovement/ By the way, if you haven't already listened/downloaded my rap song (EPISODE 291), you can also listen to it here: letsnottalkaboutex.com, and cast your vote for your favorite version. Visit WomenSippingOnLife.com for more free resources, including my CHECKLIST FOR CHANGE, Engagement Checklist + Evaluation Rating, Six Sacred S.O.L. DATE Secrets…and a FREE copy of my best-selling book, Date Yourself Well. You can also check out my Dr. Shannon Facebook Pagefor more daily S.O.L. TRAINING. I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow. Please invite your best girlfriends to come and join our S.O.L. PARTY. xo Dr. Shannon. Inspiring minds that want to grow and hearts that want to know, so you can love you, your life, and your life's work well. ONE SIP AT A TIME. A special thanks to the following souls for helping me launch our WOMEN SIPPING ON LIFE podcast… Intro/Outro done by UNI V. SOL  Outro music by Jay Man: Mind Over Matter (www.ourmusicbox.com)  Podcast cover design and web site done by: Pablo Aguilar (www.webdesigncreator.com) Podcast cover photo by Kate Montague of KM Captured (www.kmcaptured.com)

We've put the "Gone Fishing" sign up here at Spot Lyte On… as we wrap up Season 6 and get things ready for the next one. But that doesn't mean we want you to miss out on your weekly dose of LP's conversations with his fascinating guests. So we'll be featuring a few "best of" Spot Lyte On… episodes over the next few weeks.James Felice of the Felice Brothers joins LP to talk about growing up in upstate NY, the early days of the band, and the story behind their latest record, "From Dreams to Dust."The Felice Brothers, Ian (guitar and lead vocals) and James (multi-instrumentalist and vocals) hail from the Catskills, NY, where their early songs echoed off subway walls and kept company with travelers and vagrants. Their current lineup, with the addition of bassist and inaugural female Felice member Jesske Hume (Conor Oberst, Jade Bird) and drummer Will Lawrence (also a singer/songwriter) as their rhythm section, promises to be the best yet. Nathaniel Walcott (trumpet) and Mike Mogis (pedal steel player) act as an accompaniment throughout the tracks, the latter of whom mixed From Dreams to Dust, which was produced by The Felice Brothers. A folk-Americana-rock-country band with deep roots in varied genres, The Felice Brothers are what Rolling Stone lauds as “musician's musicians” and poets. Indeed, Ian has proven his pedigree as a poet with the publication of his limited-edition collection of poetry Hotel Swampland (2017).They are known by fans for their catchy tunes like “Frankie's Gun,” “Love Me Tenderly,” “Cherry Licorice,” and “Lion” and, more recently, 2019's “Undress” and “Special Announcement,” but they offer much more than a great sound. Seamlessly interweaving bizarre catalogs of literary and pop-culture references with vivid portrayals of life and its kaleidoscope of tragedies and hopes, their lyrics and dazzling musical accompaniment not only sound good but demand introspection.  Some of the themes that run through their music, as Ian states, “are perennial” and are centered around “searching for something or transformation.”  Others explore “characters trying to achieve some ideal they're striving for” or who are “being weighed down by reality.”  

Alex is away this week so Jamie is joined by Tom Lucy to discuss muggings, holidays, late night sexts and the problems with noise cancelling headphones. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

3-2-1 - HAPPY SASHEER! HAPPY NICOLE! This week we discuss undressing shrimp, restaurant horror stories, post-covid bad behavior, why everyone is talking to Nicole at the airport, birth stones and their spiritual meanings, Nicole's ceiling keyboard, the colors everyone wants to see on Sasheer, going braless, and more. They take a quiz to see if they would be better with Shrek or Prince Charming, and answer a listener question on whether you should be friends with someone who collects teeth. Plus - Sasheer explains sandwiches!    Here is the B for Bones website we look at: https://bforbones.com/Here is the quiz we took in today's episode: https://www.buzzfeed.com/ranma/shrek-soulmate-quizEmail or call Nicole & Sasheer with your friendship questions at:nicoleandsasheer@gmail.com424-645-7003

Just a summary of what's up with the podcast: We're combining it all! We will start Undressing Bridgerton season 2 next week, and then Undress other stuff after! Witcher again (for the prequel), one-offs, our own work, WHATEVER WE WANT, let us know what you want us to do, too! Heads up: All the "Bridgerton" season 1 episodes will go LIVE on the feed tomorrow so it's alll centralized, so you will be flooded ONCE with the old eps,  and then never again. Appreciate all of your listening! THANK YOU!