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Trip to Glastonbury
by Dr. T (don87654@televar.com)
***
This is a story that begins with an employer/married
employee relationship that develops into the employee
wanting to have a family but her husband is never home
due to military duty to impregnate her. They pick up
other women and some men and do some travelling in the
USA and England, researching mostly Theological sites,
and developing further contacts with other men and
women before returning to the USA. Eventually they will
return to England and develop a commune of sorts in an
area that early Christianity was located. (MF, rom,
exh, orgy, ws, v, mc, bi, swing, natural cohabitation)
***
Chapter 1
It was 9 a.m. in Seattle at my office when my newly
hired married secretary Gina got to work that Monday
morning. We had been suffering for a good
administrative person for the past two months now,
someone who had the common sense, skill and
intelligence to do more than just answer a phone and
buzz my desk to get an answer to some customer that
sometimes exhibited "rocks in his or her head".
I am the Sales and Marketing Director of a large Asian-
based steamship line. We have operations in both Long
Beach and Los Angeles in southern California, San
Francisco and Oakland in central California, Seattle
and Tacoma with Seattle being our U.S. headquarters in
Washington, and Vancouver BC in Canada. We also have
offices in New Orleans, Galveston, Miami, Charleston,
New York, and overseas in Hong Kong where our world
headquarters are at, and Taipei, Manila, Kaohshiung,
Busan, Shanghai, Osaka, Kobe, Yokohama, and Incheon.
I had advertised for a decent secretary that I could
rely on. I could not advertise all the qualifications I
needed because of discrimination laws, but what it
boiled down to was a younger appearing Asian woman,
open-minded, that dressed attractively, that did not
have the normal baggage at home that would restrict her
work when I needed her to be at the office, whether it
be at night or on weekends. A plus for her
qualifications might include her willingness and
freedom to travel on those out-of-town trips that I
often took to the East Coast or Japan, Korea, Taiwan,
the Philippines.
The first 3-4 days of my advertisement did not bring
any responses, probably because I listed some pretty
stringent qualifications... 75 wpm Typing, willingness
to travel on business, willingness for long hours,
strict dress codes with no tattoos, skin blemishes, a
neat appearance, etc. I knew just how to word an ad in
the newspaper that had these requirements without
getting the Fair Labor Act personnel involved.
Just when I was about to give up, I got a call from the
boss' secretary Alicia, wanting to know if I was free?
She advised that a young woman had just entered the
steamship line's office in response to my ad and wanted
to know if I could see her. Alicia quietly told me over
the phone that she believed that this gal was exactly
what I was looking for, so I told her to have this gal
fill out an Employment Application and when she
finished, to send her back to my office.
About 30 minutes later I heard a knocking on my door. I
got up and opened the door and there was the most
desirous, svelte, attractively dressed specimen of
womanhood I had seen for a long, long time. She
introduced herself as Gina Yi and her eyes definitely
told me she was the woman I had been looking for. She
radiated pure unadulterated sex, in her button-down
white blouse and short pleated skirt. If she wore
pantyhose or nylons they were extremely transparent,
and she seemed to be pretty common-sensed with footwear
that was a pair of slip-on sandals that covered her
toes.
I shook hands with her and invited her into my office,
closing the door, and invited her to sit down, while I
strode around my desk to sit and face her. We made
short conversation about various things and I could
tell that she was going to be just the right person for
what I was seeking.
She obviously was rather open-minded in that she did
not try to hide the fact that she may have not been
wearing underwear. I asked her several questions about
travel, and asked if she had a passport, to which she
replied to the affirmative. She advised that her father
was Korean and her mother was mixed Filipina and
Japanese.
She had been born in the U.S.A. shortly after her
parents emigrated to the U.S. from Taiwan, where they
had served as missionaries. At first I was a bit
fearful at the word "missionary" but she reassured me
that while her parents were very religious, that she
had sorta broken away from all that in college and
studied Theology, getting her Master's degree in that
from the University of Washington.
She advised that what the church had been teaching was
not necessarily the truth... an experience that I had
also learned in my studies from Chapman University in
Orange, California; and Ambassador College in Pasadena.
Obviously we were on the same "wave length" when it
came to religion, which was a definite plus.
Gina Yi was about 5 foot, 8 inches in height, 23 years
old. If she weighed 150 lbs it would be an
exaggeration--not an ounce of fat, but not skinny,
either. Although she wore a wedding ring set, she
obviously had not had any children... her breasts under
that white blouse looked quite firm and I could see the
nipples of them poking out underneath the cloth as if
she was not wearing a bra.
Her blouse was unbuttoned down the front to a point
that she was still decent, but there was plenty of
cleavage to see her ample mounds rising up to her
areolas This young lady simply oozed sex. She had her
hair fixed so that it was loose and flowing, down over
her shoulders and I noted that it reached well down
into her back. She wore pixie-style bangs across her
forehead. I wondered if her pubic hair had ribbons in
it... if she had any at all, or if it had maybe been
cut off and she now shaved.
In the course of our conversation I found that while
she was married, her marriage was not doing all that
well. She had met a young Air Force Lieutenant at
McChord AFB near Tacoma, who was a C-17 pilot. Theirs
was a whirlwind courtship and she had married him not
fully understanding what it was like to be an Air Force
wife, being subjected to Officer's Club Wives
henpecking that often was carried out "under" the
disguise of these women's husband's ranks.
She also mentioned that she did not realize at the time
of her marriage how she might be home by herself more
of the time than her husband being with her. She did
not like that at all, but partly because of her Korean
father's domination of Korean culture there was little
she could do about it matrimonially, because in the
Korean culture once married-always married. While this
certainly was the norm in Korea, these members of
immigrant families and the families themselves lived by
this unwritten rule, yet custom of their "native"
country. If they broke away from it, they were often
ostracized within their own community for doing so.
She had married and had hoped to have many children.
She said that her husband was not home hardly enough to
even provide for her impregnation even once...that when
he did come home because of his lower rank amongst the
transport pilots that he had to stay on base most of
the time in Alert status. She did not think that fair
but there was little she felt she could do about it.
She had been an only child and she definitely did not
want her offspring to be "an only child" status. About
the only thing she seemed to be happy about with her
Lieutenant husband was the fact that he was not
commanding some kind of airplane that was being used to
be a "baby killer", such as a Fighter/Bomber jet, or
large cluster bombing plane.
I could identify with her concerns on that issue... I
had retired from being an Administrative Supervisor in
the Air Force, myself, and was thankful that I had
never actively supported a combat fighting or bombing
mission in my 20 years of active military duty.
So since she had gotten her education she said that she
had learned Secretarial work as well in having to type,
file and otherwise keep her own research records for
her Master's thesis, and in the process had learned
several other avenues in the computer field. She
thought that since her husband was gone most of the
time and since she had a lot of international living
behind her, that something along the line of
international commerce might prove interesting.
Normally I would subject a new employee to a few tests.
But one look at this little gorgeous vixen and I knew
right away that she could type no words per minute and
I would still be happy with her. But instead, she
radiated a certain confidence in herself. I could not
take my eyes away from her almond colored legs as she
crossed and uncrossed them in front of me.
It was as if she was teasing me...several times she
caught me looking at them and each time she changed her
position somehow so that I almost could see to her
crotch but not quite, and her looks definitely gave me
the "come fuck me look". I did not know what to do, as
I was being very careful to not allow myself to get
into a sexual harassment suit.
Nowadays management had to be extra careful in that
regard. This Gina Yi clearly summed up my interview
with her and I rose up from behind my desk and
congratulated her for being selected for this position.
My cock had stiffened itself to monstrous proportions
and I hoped to quell this by offering to take her to
Dinner afterwards and hopefully to some bed after that.
But she turned me down for the date, but she readily
accepted the job offer.
That was last Thursday and now it was the following
Monday. She had inquired of "dress codes" in the office
and I answered her by telling her to wear either what
she had on, or any other combination of clothing that
seemed reasonable. She asked about blue jeans and I
gave her the okay, as long as we were not being visited
by appointed time customers or higher ups in the
company.
Last week after I had hired her to start today, and
after I had been rebuffed by trying to take her to
dinner, all through the following day, Friday, Friday
night and the weekend I could not get this little vixen
off my mind. I definitely needed to somehow get her to
one side and fuck her silly. If the Air Force wanted
her husband to fly its airplanes, fine, but I would
definitely "fly" his wife. Perhaps if I worked it out
just right while he was doing "touch and goes" on some
jungle patch in South America or Africa, my cock would
be doing "touch and goes" on his wife's pussy in
Officer's on-base housing? It was a thought...
Now this little hottie was in my office, getting the
computer I had ordered for her set up. She had worn
tight blue jeans and a halter-style blouse that did
little to hide the fact that perhaps she was against
bras in general. Twice now, she had come to my presence
without apparent bra support, and twice her breasts
gave the impression that they could quite adequately
support themselves. In fact today with that tight
halter-top her areolas also seemed to be trying to push
through the cloth covering of them in that halter top.
I realized that in my interview with her the other day
that I had failed to let her know that when I went to
Lunch that she might also go to Lunch, as we were on a
Secretarial rotation system where eventually it might
be her turn maybe once of twice a month to share with
the other secretaries of the company to work through
the Lunch hour while everyone else went to Lunch.
I cautioned her that she would know about this well
ahead of time so she could schedule herself
accordingly, and that when it came time for her turn
that she might dress attractively in skirt and blouse,
or dress, just for that one time. With that I invited
her to Lunch with me, and advised her that unless she
had something else planned that she could figure on me
taking her to Lunch each day. She was quite
enthusiastic when later on that morning we knocked off
for Lunch and went down to the garage where I parked
the company car, and got in the car and headed
out...down Wilshire Blvd. toward Century City.
She asked about where we were headed and I would not
tell her. When I got to the cross-over point to get to
Olympic Blvd, she was doubly confused and soon we were
pulling in to the Century City Plaza and parking. I got
out of the car and walked around and opened the door
for her in a gentlemanly fashion, and escorted her over
to the elevator.
We got in and I pressed the appropriate button and when
the door opened, we were at the Playboy Club. She could
not believe her eyes! Just from her reaction, I could
tell that this little gorgeous creature was definitely
impressed to the point that if I wanted to fuck her
that it would be a "cakewalk".
Chapter 2
The Seattle Playboy Club was clearly a best kept
secret. It was not related in any way to Hugh Hefner's
world renowned Playboy Enterprises, although the
merchandise was often offered there at a somewhat
marked up rate. Rumor had it that Seattle had tried to
get a Playboy Club for the Seattle World's Fair that
gave it its Space Needle, but that the city fathers had
refused to accommodate Playboy's request for a building
permit.
Those of us that had a regular Playboy Club key, if we
spent a certain amount of funds from month to month
there, did not have a membership charge here. This
Playboy Club had become a regular dining room for me on
a daily basis.
We were seated and she said she had to go to the powder
room. I rose up from my chair and assisted her up, and
then signalled one of the Bunnies to come and take her
there. Lola, the Bunny, knew me well... I was a regular
in here at Lunch and oftentimes as well as in the
evenings on 2-for-1 nights. When Lola returned, I
advised her that Gina was my new Secretary and that she
would often be accompanying me so that she, Gina, would
always be treated well here. I had established myself
good here with being an excellent tipper and these
Bunnies knew this.
Gina came back refreshed, advising that if she had
known she was coming here for Lunch that she would have
worn a little different combination of dress, like
maybe a blue denim skirt as opposed to blue jeans. I
assured her that it did not make any difference, that
she would soon find out that when she came here with me
that she would be treated akin to royalty, regardless
of what she was wearing, which seemed to impress her
even more.
She was fascinated with the counter displays by the
door, as she had passed on the way to and from the
powder room. She did not know that Playboy actually
sold those cute little Bunny tails to wear on a girl's
ass, or the floppy ears identifying the Bunny logo. I
could definitely see where I was making inroads with my
new Secretary.
We ordered drinks, a Mexican Coffee me and just a Coke
for her. She had never drank a Mexican Coffee before
and wanted to know what was in it. I let her sip at
mine and she loved it! Needless to say, she took mine
and I had to order yet another. Mexican Coffees are a
"trip" to drink. The Coffee, mixed with Rum and Kahlua,
and topped with Whipped Cream and a single cherry,
numbs the brain to the point that one does not realize
they have had too many of these exquisite drinks until
BANG, it has hit you. Once that happens you might as
well just give up and recline in a corner as you are
not going to make it home, even if you are walking.
She ordered a Playboy hamburger and fries. Playboy
makes a hamburger to end all hamburgers and charges $15
for them. This includes French Fries and a non-
alcoholic drink, with the price of the non-alcoholic
drink being deducted from the alcoholic drink if that
is chosen instead. It is not a bad deal... the
hamburger covers an entire meal plate, and yet another
plate full of French Fries accompanies, so in reality
you get two plates of a meal, together with your
drink(s).
Needless to say, the salt in those hamburgers and fries
manipulates your thirst so badly that it is rare that
you leave the Playboy Club without drinking a quart or
so of drinks. If you are drinking alcoholic drinks, you
are well on your way to complete relaxation.
I knew enough about this that I limited myself to just
that one drink, when I switched to plain 7-Up. But Gina
was not driving and so I told her that even if she got
overly thirsty, to feel free to consume as many drinks
as she desired. By the time we were ready to leave
after she had finished most of her hamburger and fries;
I rose up and helped her up, to escort her out of the
Club.
I placed my arm around her waist to steady her as it
was obvious that she may have fallen in her "slightly
intoxicated" state if I had not been there to hold onto
her. As we were leaving the Club she noticed a pair of
Playboy open-crotched panties that she "just had to
have".
I kiddingly told her that she would have to model them
for me if we bought them, and she responded with "When
we get back to the office". I could hardly wait,
although I had not seen a panty line under her tight
blue jeans this morning, so if she modelled them for me
she might end up with more on than she presently was
wearing.
We got down to the car and I opened the car door for
her, and she sat on the seat. I closed the door and
quickly crossed around to the driver's side and slid in
behind the steering wheel. As soon as I was seated,
Gina thanked me for such a good Lunch and scooted over
to next to me and flung her left arm across my
shoulders.
I was tempted to kiss her right there on the spot, but
did not, when I did the sex thing with her I wanted the
space to do it right and the front seat of a car
reminded me too much of my horny high school days. And
I felt that if I kissed her we might not make it back
to the office that afternoon and I was expecting some
important business calls from Copenhagen.
We got back to the office about 2 p.m. By that time
some of the alcohol had dissipated in her system and
she was more cognizant of her surroundings. She excused
herself to go into my private bathroom to freshen
herself and when she came back she found the Playboy
panties neatly wrapped on her desk. It was almost like
she had nearly forgotten about them so I reminded her
that when we bought them that one of the agreements was
that she would model them for me. She then asked me to
turn my back to her.
I could hear a rustling of clothing and a zipper being
undone and then she was telling me to turn back around
and there she was... those red Playboy panties on with
her white blouse hanging down to cover their waistline.
My fantasy was somewhat correct, I did not see, nor
could if find, any wispy public hair beneath them.
I reached out to her to pull them down and she stepped
back... assuring me that she had agreed to model them
but that that did not mean I could do anything else
with her. With that she pulled her blue jeans back on,
over her panties and now she was definitely dressed in
more than she had come to work in this morning.
With her now dressed and somewhat presentable, I
thought to myself... She is really being a bit of
prick-tease. Now I'm not against prick-teasing as long
as it is a game of sorts and there is an end to it. I
did not know whether or not to pursue this similarly,
or to try another avenue. It was rather obvious from
her marriage standpoint that she had had quite enough
of cunt teasing from her husband who was always out
there flying in his C-17 and never home. I decided that
I might try a little cunt teasing directed at her by
being a little aloof toward her.
Now I told her that I had failed to show her around the
company that morning. I glanced at my watch, it was 3
p.m. and figured...if Copenhagen had not called yet,
that they would not call today, as it was about 11 p.m.
over there and I did not think they would be calling
from there in the middle of the night. I then took her
hand and began escorting her around to the different
offices.
Our office was on the 12th floor from the main office
so we had to take the elevator up to the 18th floor to
get to the rest of the offices. The elevator was rather
packed as most of the building was on their break
period and as the elevator stopped at each floor to
take on or discharge passengers, Gina was crowded
against me.
This happened 6 different times and each time I could
feel her tight little ass against my hardening cock. By
the time we got to the 16th floor she was well aware
that I was hard as a rock, as she turned against me and
reaching up with her mouth next to my ear, said "Horny,
ain't we?" This nearly made me cream my pants. We spent
about an hour of my introducing her to the other
secretaries and staff. Each secretary seemed to fully
accept her.
I had always maintained an excellent relationship with
all the secretaries, often taking them to Lunch, or
Dinner on their birthdays, at my favorite "club". It
had been my experience with most of them that most
managers wouldn't even give them the time of the day
for anything, and here I was, often celebrating
something with them. It had gotten so thick with one of
them that when she had her baby we did not know for
sure if it was my kid or her husband's.
She had often wanted to have me take a DNA test, but I
talked her out of it because I felt and told her that
if the baby was proven to be mine that it would
probably, in the long run, ruin her marriage, because
she would always feel a resentment toward her husband
for not making her pregnant in the first place.
To help alleviate any possible problems in the future,
I had established a college trust fund for little Danny
that I contributed to every month, so that if anything
ever happened to Maryanne, his mother, or Daniel, his
mother's husband, his future would be much better
secured, with a college education paid for.
We returned to our office about 4 p.m., where I began
explaining to her the intricacies of the company and
how it operated. We carried containerized ocean cargo
from points in the Far East to the U.S. West Coast. If
cargo had to be carried further it would be trucked or
carried by rail to those points in a Mini-Landbridge
(MLB) or Overseas Container Point (OCP) fashion that
involved trucking companies and railroad companies. One
of our largest customers, Honda USA Inc. shipped Honda
car parts to their factories in Tennessee and Ohio,
with full container loads of these parts passing
through the port of Seattle, trans-loaded onto rail
cars and carried on to the Honda factory in those
places.
Honda was just one of many companies doing business in
the U.S.A. that shipped the parts for manufacturing
into the U.S.A. so that technically there product would
be built in America.
Those empty containers often took raw products and
salvaged materials back to the Far East to be re-
entered back into the supply line as material for a
newly manufactured part. Old cars, often compacted into
solid chunks of steel by compression that measured 2
feet by one foot maybe 10 inches high, lessened the
dependency for raw iron ore and newly smelted steel,
alleviating the waste of our natural resources. Leather
hides from our meat packing plants often ended up in
Japan in some shoe factory. Onions, Tomatoes, Oranges,
Lemons, Apples, fresh meat, fish and fish products were
shipped westbound to be stocked in some Wal-Mart
Supercenter in Tokyo, Seoul.
Very few people realized that the international trade
community did not get involved in anything from the
cow's bawling to the motorcyclist's roar, and points in
between. I had all the working levels of the company
displayed on wall charts on my walls of the office,
similar to wall charts that I had kept on operations
that I was responsible for in the Air Force.
I took Gina's hand and helped her to her feet and
placed her in front of me while I explained the various
operations. Her young tight ass rubbed against the
front of my slacks as I began explaining these to her
and my old familiar hard one returned. She obviously
felt it once more, asking, "Are you STILL horny?"
This time we were in private with no one else around
and she reached back and cupped my hardness through my
slacks, as I reached around her and began massaging her
tits through her loose blouse. I opened the buttons and
then finally, those little milk factories were exposed.
I turned her around and began kissing her as our lust
for each other formed. I slipped my hands down to
unfasten the snap on her waist of her blue jeans and
then began slipping blue jeans and panties to the
floor, following them down with my hands as I pulled
their tightness from her thighs.
As soon as I got them down to her feet, she stepped out
of them and then straightened, shirking off her blouse,
to stand nakedly before me. She then started on me and
she was definitely 'hot', popping the buttons off my
dress shirt in her haste to get me naked. I helped her
and soon my pants and boxer shorts were laying on the
floor on top of her clothes, as we came back together
in heated lust for each other. I just knew at that time
that Gina's anxiety over being lonely was going to
cease.
We jointly slumped into a naked heap of flesh on the
floor. My cock did not have to be guided as she lay out
on her back, opening her legs to welcome its entry into
her hot wet nest. As I reached up her body to kiss her
on the mouth and nuzzle the nape of her neck I could
feel her straining against me to engulf my hardness
deep into her belly. Then I felt it... my wet pre-cum
was rubbing against her wet vulva lips and it was like
she was suctioning me into her heated depths. I
bottomed out against the wall to her womb and I could
scarcely contain myself.
She was crying out to me, "Fuck me, fuck me, love me,
Baby. Give me your cum, shoot it deep in me," as this
relatively new Air Force wife was trying to quench her
thirst in her lower belly for my lewd honey juice. Then
I could feel the familiar feeling deep in my balls as
it began its journey up into the base of my cock and
out through that magical muscle to give a burning
sensation at the end of my dick as I shot loads of my
love juice into her excited depths.
We lay depleted, both of us, in hot wantonness on that
office floor. She made a comment that my cock in its
depleted state was bigger than her husband's cock in
its arousal, which made me feel good. She did not know
how her husband was ever going to satisfy her again
with his cock or tongue, after experiencing my hard
thickness that just seemed designed for her complete
satisfaction.
Gina Yi advised me that while we had only known each
other for a short time, that what we had just
experienced today and the day I had hired her, it was
like we had been friends for years. She wanted to know
what kind of apartment I was living in, or house for
that matter, because she was seeking a roommate so she
would not be so lonely at night. I asked her about her
husband and she said that he was never home enough to
care. I thought to myself... what!!?? He did not
deserve to be married to this tender young beauty.
I told her that I had come to Seattle and had leased a
2-bedroomed place upon arrival. My lease was about to
expire and I was actively seeking another
accommodation. She smiled and teasingly advised, that
while she lived in Base Housing at McChord AFB, and the
drive was a little long, if we lived together we could
commute together, and with that came a Diamond Lane on
the I-5 that 2 or more carpoolers had to be in
existence on to use.
She said she had often been in that stop-and-go traffic
and watched the cars zipping by her in that Diamond
Lane and thought to herself "how nice"... I tenderly
held this naked beauty against my nakedness one more
time and jokingly teased her that "but... if we are
rooming together, how are we going to drag ourselves
out of bed each morning and get to work?" She smirked a
bit and advised that there were such things as cold
Ketsup bottles under the covers, and besides, if we
were so horny after a night of fucking, we could always
bring our blanket to work and fuck right her on the
office floor. I could not argue that point.
I asked her if she wanted me to stay with her that
night. This certainly touched off a button in her young
naked body and she reached up to cup my face in her
hands and kiss me full on the lips as she wrapped her
naked thighs around me, backing off momentarily to
teasingly tell me that "I thought you'd never ask."
With that we stood and went into my adjoining wash room
and made ourselves presentable, and got dressed.
We were soon headed down Aurora south to catch a cross
street to take us over to I-5. We got there and almost
immediately I found an opening in traffic and we were
driving down past the stop-and-go traffic 55 mph. We
stopped at a Kentucky Fried Chicken joint and got a
bucket of the Colonel's Original, and then went across
the street and got a six-pack of Kosher wine, to get us
through the night of fucking we had planned for
ourselves.
It seemed like in no time at all we were pulling up in
front of her house in her car as we had used that
because she had a windshield sticker on it for McChord
AFB. We had left my Lexus in the garage back at work
for the night.
As soon as we got in the front door we were busily
tearing the clothes from each other in heat. My cock
had hardened extensively even after all that fucking
that afternoon and I was getting ready to once more
flood her innards with my love juice. We had gotten
careless that afternoon... we had left hickeys all over
each other as we lustfully tried to eat each other's
bodies. Her neck was covered with them but so far I had
not eaten her out.
Now I opened her legs and reached down with my mouth
and teeth and definitely "branded her" with hickeys on
both of her inner thighs. She wanted to know what was
that for and I told her... you are mine from now on and
any guy that sees these is going to have to fight me to
get to you. I have proven to the world that you have
allowed me into your privacy and that these marks prove
it. She squirmed around and thanked me for caring so
much for her.
She had never experienced this kind of physical love or
mental love from anyone before, including her absent
pencil pricked wetbacked husband. The only thing we ate
for awhile that night was me eating her pussy. Her
pussy seepage was simply exquisite in taste. She just
had to suck on my cock... she said that that wimpy
little Air Force warrior she was married to did not
think it ladylike for her to be a whore and suck a
guy's cock. We fucked for 5 hours straight and then
shared a full bottle of wine and began eating our KFC
meal.
By the time we had gone through half the chicken my
cock was beginning to stir once more and I put my arms
around her nakedness, gently laying her back on her
back, and we began fucking once more. But by that time
we were so full of food and had drunk so much wine that
we fell asleep, my cock buried up against her womb deep
in her tummy. I don't think that if I had tried that I
could have shot another load into her at that stage.
The next morning about 5 a.m. she woke me up, having to
"go potty". I kissed her back and slapped her little
naked ass a couple of times and told her to go potty as
I had a load to give to her. After I did that by giving
her my morning piss hard on, we did not need a Ketsup
bottle; we were ready to get dressed and go to work. As
soon as we got to work that next morning Gina phoned
the authorities at McChord AFB and lying, advised that
she had gotten company over the past weekend and that
this company needed an on-base pass sticker for their
car. She had to report to the Base Security Police at
the Main Gate to McChord AFB.
The Security Police sent her to her husband's commander
who in turn called her husband in Korea. He put her on
the phone and once again she lied and said that "Cousin
Barbara" had come to visit from Chicago, and that she
would be staying for awhile, so she would probably need
a permanent base pass for her cousin's car. Her husband
approved and soon we were headed back up to Seattle to
get my Lexus and bring it back down to McChord AFB to
register it on base.
Since we both were travelling separately, we were
forced to get in that stop-and-go traffic and it took
two hours for us to get from Seattle to McChord AFB
with our separate cars. When we got everything done, we
parked her car in her carport and started to bring my
car back to Seattle. But it was now nearly noon and we
could not see why we should return to the office when
we could be so much more doing more interesting things
by enjoying the stickiness that our crotches offered
toward one another.
So we returned to her house and as soon as we got
inside and got the door closed, we were naked and
fucking to our hearts' content. I don't think we let up
that night until well into the hours of Wednesday
morning. We had fucked at least 20 times in those 3
days. She said that her pussy felt raw, but she also
said she welcomed that rawness--that it was a welcomed
relief over what she had to live with before.
Anal sex was not a thing for me that I wanted to try.
Some people like it because the rectum is often tighter
than the pussy, with its fatty folds that allow a baby
to come through it in birth. So instead of continuing
to fuck Gina, and I did not want to fuck her in her
asshole, I decided to wander over to the Officer's Club
for a beer. Gina thought that a good idea and that if
we encountered anyone that knew her, her husband, she
could explain that I was a visiting cousin.
That little cute vixen was definitely sore in her legs.
She even walked like she was trying to pull her pussy
up, into her lower belly. It came to my mind that
perhaps I needed to lay off a bit so I did not fuck up
her reproduction "equipment".
Over her objections I made her go to bed, I was not
going to let her go to Officer's Club with me. After
much arguing I said "to Hell" with the Officer's Club,
and remained home with her. She lay beneath the cool
sheets and I began attending to her soreness by rubbing
cold cream and baby oil on her pussy lips, taking extra
care to not allow any to get inside her honey pot.
As I progressed I felt her begin to doze off. I was
getting tired, too...all fucking had taken its toll on
me. I raised myself up off the kneeling position I had
on the floor and slipped under the sheets with her. We
were both nude, but we did not feel an urgency to lust.
All we wanted to do was to sleep. I cuddled her into my
arms and legs and we slept the entire night away and
woke up the next morning feeling much better.
Gina was still sore in her pussy so I got up and fixed
Breakfast, and served it to her in bed. She was very
thankful of this, saying that no one, even her mother
and father had served her Breakfast in bed before. I
even upped that one a bit by laying down the Breakfast
tray on her tummy over the covers, and hand fed her her
hard-fried eggs, toast with honey, and tater tots. Her
looks definitely portrayed her deep developing love for
me. I decided to make her stay at home that day and
rest up.
We had nearly killed ourselves in our wanton fucking
the previous day and I definitely wanted Gina to stay
on with me as my secretary. It was over her very vocal
objections that I left her house and drove to Seattle,
once again immersed in that damned traffic in rush
hour. I got to the office at 10, and called her right
away. She had calmed down a bit and was glad to hear my
voice. I told her about the rush hour traffic and she
advised that it had served me right by not taking her
with me.
I had a few minor things to do. Now that I had Gina
aboard, I could devote a little more time into my
affiliation with the Glastonbury project. I called over
to Bath, England and talked to the Archbishop there. We
had been trying to develop an accompanied tour to that
great area of mystery, where some said that Jesus had
built the first above ground Christian church by
building a home for the Mother Mary there, which would
later become the wattlewood church that Joseph of
Arimathea christened in about A.D. 65. There is deep
tradition there, as much as there is in Palestine,
where the ancient Catholics under the leadership of the
late Roman Emperors forced the belief of several pagan
gods onto the general public under the threat of
beheading, and called it a new religion...
"Christianity".
With the modern discovery and use of the Internet and
World Wide Web, we could do research now
instantaneously that formerly took 100-200 years to do.
I had visited Glastonbury before, and had met with the
Church of England officials and I seemed to have
impressed them with my skillful explanations of my
beliefs as I understood them to be. Now the Archbishop
had just recently contacted me and advised that he as
working with British Airways to assemble a modern day
pilgrimage to Glastonbury.
I thought how ironic... Glastonbury became quite
popular in the early 10th century with pilgrims coming
from all over the ancient world of France, Spain,
Italy, Scotland, Iceland, Portugal to worship our Jesus
at the first above ground Christian church in the
world, and now, 1100 years later we were putting
together yet another pilgrimage along the same lines as
the original one, but this time people from the
Americas, Asia, and Near East were assembling via
airlines to London's Heathrow Airport where large 60-
passenger tour buses would load them for the 3-4 hour
trip to Glastonbury.
Some of us were even planning to camp out on the old
Abbey grounds where we would be fed from meals prepared
in the old Abbey Kitchen! Bishop Crandall answered the
phone and he was very happy to hear my voice. He
advised that the buses had been set up to meet everyone
at Gatwick or Heathrow, and that large 50-person tents
with cots, bedding and even kerosene heaters were being
readied for this pilgrimage.
The pilgrimage was still 3 months away as it was in
July and now was only early April, but of course it
took time to arrange all this. Pilgrims coming to the
pilgrimage were being charged $1000 apiece, regardless
of where they were coming from, and that included all
their expenses of accommodation, meals, bus
transportation and airline tickets, which we felt was a
very reasonable price, yet still offered a small profit
for the Church to realize for all the work that had
been put into it.
I no more got off the phone and it rang. This phone
call was the one from Copenhagen that I had been
expecting. It seemed as though the Danish were trying
to imitate a Toyota car and had already built one and
its duplicates and were trying to get us to haul them
in to the USA for them. The Danish government was
willing to underwrite an entire expense for a vessel
designed to haul their cars from Copenhagen to New York
as a preliminary study to see if it would be feasible
to attack Toyota on its best economic bed.
I think I may have pissed off some Dane when I told him
that I felt that if Toyota found out about him that he
would be buried in his pile of duplicated Toyotas, and
that I did not want to take a chance on pissing off one
of our largest customers by accommodating his desires.
I then hung up the phone. I did not hear from him,
again.
Although she had only been with me for less than a
week, I was beginning to miss my little Gina doll. My
cock was hard and that added to the misery. About that
time Maryanne, the blond who had had the baby and we
did not know for sure who the daddy was, poked her head
in the door and asked where Gina was. I told her the
truth, at which she stepped inside, shut the door and
locked it, and said that she was a bit horny.
It seems that her ovulating period had started that
morning and she was extra horny and wet. I did not have
a rubber handy and told her so. She said that that
didn't matter, she already had had one baby of mine and
she was willing to try for a second one, dropping her
panties from beneath her short denim skirt and pulling
the hemline high, exposing her freshly shaved cunt.
I quickly stripped off my pants and underwear and
slipped my cock into her babymaker. I had barely
touched the inside of her sheath at the wall of her
womb and I exploded, shooting torrents of my sperm deep
into her belly.
There was no doubt this time; she had gotten pregnant
by me. Thankfully she was still married to the guy that
was being an excellent father to my other baby. I had
forgotten just how turned on Maryanne could get after
being fucked so hard and uninhibited. As she pulled her
panties up to slip her blue jeans back up around her
waist, I could see my leaking cum soaking those
panties.
Her face was clearly flushed as if she had been doing a
6 minute mile in a sprint. I almost pulled her back
into the office for a second fucking but thought
better... Gina needed my cock tonight to love and hold
her in our naked lust. I made a mental note to myself
that I had to start an increase to my contribution to
that college fund for little Danny, as there was a good
possibility that little Danielle might need it, too, in
18 years, 9 months.
Chapter 3
I spent the rest of the afternoon taking care of import
customers who were expecting their freight due in on
the next arrival of the Kashu Maru. As an added bonus
to my customers I had taken the liberty of using my
truck driver CDL license during my off-duty time to go
out and rent a truck tractor and go to the wharf and
pull my customers' containers off the dock on weekends,
putting them in holding yards for other truckers to be
able to come by and deliver them to my import
customers.
Sometimes this allowed them to get their merchandise up
to 3 days earlier, especially of the vessel arrived on
a Friday night and that weekend happened to have a
holiday Monday following. This was met by much
furiousness by competing carrier salespeople that did
not have a CDL to be able to drive a truck-
tractor/trailer combo unit. The Longshoremen and
Teamsters Union people hated my guts because I "stole"
a lot of their business, technically I was the ship's
owner and the cargo belonged to the ship, so even
though it was setting in port and the cargo had been
discharged from the ship physically, it had not been
cleared of dockside control, so therefore it was still
in the control of the ship.
I as management of the ship could do with that cargo
whatever I wanted to as long as it was under my
control. I had a few friends in the U.S. Customs
Service that did not mind helping me on this and when
it came time to "customs clear" the cargo did not mind
coming over to an off-dock warehouse and having a few
beers served by half-naked port whores and prostitutes,
to process some Customs paperwork on cargo that had
been moved "off-dock".
What those Customs inspectors did was their business...
it seemed like hardly a week did not go by but what
some Customs person had "the drip" or was being treated
for some oddball "rash". It was a matter of urgency for
these importers to be able to get their freight as soon
as possible because most of this merchandise was
financed through the international Letter of Credit
system.
Ten million dollars of merchandise setting on a dock
that cannot be delivered to an import customers when
there is a 3-day weekend involved, at 5-6% Interest,
rapidly develops into a lot of money in needless
overhead expenses. This little added benefit that I
offered to my customers kept our ships running to
capacity on these Eastbound voyages, and once the word
got out, those Importers were some of my best
salespeople for soliciting and securing Westbound
freight shipments as well because common sense dictated
to them that as long as my company was making money
that those import shipments would continue to benefit
from my concentrated efforts to them.
I returned to Gina's house about 6 p.m. that night. She
must have seen me coming. She had the whole house
darkened with thick shades over the windows, and had
set up everything for a truly romantic evening, with
white linens on the table, one complete place setting,
a bottle of wine in an ice bucket. She had prepared
both raw and fried Pacific Oysters that was exquisitely
laid out on a large serving platter in the middle of
the table, with lots of Lemon to season it with.
She had baked whole potatoes with a dish each of sour
cream and warm melted butter, and a bowl of freshly
chopped green salad. But what got my attention the most
was what awaited me just inside that door as I entered
her home... a very naked beauty complete with her long
hair combed out and draped seductively over her
shoulders and extending down to nearly cover her ass on
one side of her and split across her naked shoulders to
partially cover her pointed firm breasts as it lay to
extend down to about where her tummy button was. My
cock was almost at an immediate hardness at the sight
if this "Goddess of Eden".
She was playing "hard to get" again. She let me look,
but not touch, saying that we had to eat before we
could expend any energy. She did allow me to have her
on my lap where we took turns hand feeding each other,
and in light of what we were about to do, she helped me
to undress fully so my business suit would not get
soiled. Needless to say that that meal ran over from a
regular meal to one of erotic behavior with the buttery
and wetness from the Lemon and Sour Cream taking their
toll on us remaining very neat.
She had butter and oysters and lemon and sour cream all
over her chest and tummy. When we had had our fill of
food, there remained the need to clean it all off and
between the two of us, we spent the next two hours
"eating" and licking spilled food from our naked
bodies. In the process we had both gotten very horny
and when we had gotten each other reasonably cleaned
off we were bathing each other with our bodily lust.
Warm melted butter, sour cream and sweet pussy juice...
commercial bakers are missing out on a very good
tasting icing for their cakes.
Gina probably got more cum from me that night than she
had gotten before as I seemed like I was constantly
shooting it on and in her. Since I had nearly fucked
her silly previously, tonight's lovemaking was more of
a gentle, loving kind where I kissed and licked her to
her several climaxes without my cock actually
penetrating her heated depths. She returned the passion
by sucking on me, making me shoot off in her mouth and
drinking my cum. Toward the end we just collapsed in
exhaustion, and it was 6 a.m. the next morning when I
pulled myself from our intertwined arms and legs to get
up and go pee.
As I finished, shaking the dribble from my cock into
the toilet, she joined me, squatting on the toilet to
pee, herself. We agreed at that time that we would no
longer fuck in the morning because we had so much to do
during the daytime in the office and we needed all the
strength we could muster for that, so we could fuck
each other at night and drift off to sleep in our own
Eden. When we got to the office I showed her what all I
had been doing with the Glastonbury Pilgrimage team.
She was somewhat surprised that I even knew anything
about Glastonbury...she too had been studying it, on
the Internet. She advised that it made a lot more sense
than traditional Christianity showed, with a lot of
things that had been laid down on us through the years
by questionable resources seemingly missing.
We discussed the Jesus Well, the Cup of the Last Supper
and the Chalice Well, Pennzance and the tidal currents
and flows and tide levels around St. Michael's Mount,
the wattlewood villages of early Cornwall, the flooding
of the Somerset plain, Little Walsingham, Ley Lines,
Glastonbury Tor, Glastonbury Fairies of Fertility
rituals, the tin ore industry of Cornwall and how it
affected the brass industry of the Far East (we will go
into each of these in later chapters to this story).
Gina could not understand how the Mother Mary, Mary
Magdelene and Martha were all three at that tomb on
that first Easter morning when Jewish law required that
only the next of kin could attend to a deceased person,
and Mary Magdelene and Martha were not blood relatives
of Jesus. I suggested that they may have been Jesus'
wives, and she thought that that made a lot more sense.
She knew about the Da Vinci Code, and the major role
that Joseph of Arimathea had had in the young Jesus'
life after the death of His earthly father, Joseph; as
her father was a clergy, and she had read about it in
some of the things he had studied but had not preached.
Pretty much the rest of the day was spent on soliciting
ocean freight on the Westbound voyages. Maryanne
dropped by about 11:30 and invited both of us to Lunch.
I took the two of them to the Playboy Club and they
chatted away in girl talk on the way over there.
I wished that I could have moved both of them in with
me, but with Maryanne already married and her husband
accepting my son as his own natural one (in his
density, he did not ever figure out that Danny was not
his), it would be rather hard to do. It would be a
welcome relief... I did not want to over-fuck Gina and
make her pussy sore all the time. If I had Maryanne to
fuck as well, I could maybe alternate the fucking
sessions between the two of them.
After we had finished Lunch, both girls were appearing
to be feeling rather frisky. Maryanne casually held
onto the front of my slacks as we made our way back
down the elevator and to my car. Gina was murmuring
something about that she did not want to get sore pussy
lips like the last time we had gone to the Playboy Club
for Lunch. Both girls got in the back seat, leaving me
to sit in the front by myself.
As we pulled out of the garage and into open daylight,
I glanced over my shoulder and both were half naked, in
a classic 69 position. They obviously were using
fingers and tongues on each other. I made a detour of
sorts into Northtown and asked the girls to stop what
they were doing and to get "decent". I had heard at
least 6 climaxes take place and I did not know and
didn't really care who had gotten their nut off.
I stopped in front of a Fredericks of Hollywood sign
and gave each of them a $100 bill and told them to go
in there and get the things they needed to keep me
interested, because we were soon going to take a trip
overseas as I had some on-site research to do. Gina's
reaction was quite apparent as to what she seemed to
think what that overseas trip might be. Maryanne's
reaction was that she did not seem to have a clue. She
further advised that she was mysterious as to how she
could go overseas and leave little Danny at home with
his "father". I advised her that where there is a will,
there is always a way.
With that these two gorgeous wives got out of the car
and went into the store. I just sat there, watching
them shop. Every once in awhile I would see one of them
glance my way. Finally Maryanne seemed to get a big
reaction as if Gina had told her something. It is not
clear what Gina could have said, neither of them knew
for sure where the trip was going to be to, but in
light of what Gina and I had discussed that a.m., in
the office, she probably figured we were headed to
England and it would only be a "natural" for her to
tell Maryanne this.
When they had finished shopping Maryanne could not get
out to the car fast enough. Her first words were "How
cum you didn't tell me we were going to England? What
am I going to do with Danny?"
I suggested to her that perhaps she could find a
babysitter to stay with Daniel and watch Danny? Or she
could fly her mother from West Virginia out to Seattle
to watch Danny while she was in England? Or she could
ask Daniel's mother to come and babysit little Danny?
Then she wanted to know how she was going to explain a
trip to England to Daniel...as she had never been
required to even go out of town on business overnight
before. I quickly dispelled that by telling her that
she had just been promoted to Assistant Executive Sales
Secretary (a name I had just made up, that did not
really increase her salary any), and that she could go
home and announce that to Daniel later on that evening.
She had informed Gina while they were shopping in the
store her close previous relationship with me and the
often guessed paternity of little Danny. Gina seemed to
take it all in stride... while she and I had been
fucking she had figured that I had done a lot of
fucking someone before she came along. Now that
Maryanne had told her all about Maryanne and I, she
understood us quite well. She got into the car and
asked that we not go anywhere until we had a good long
talk. She did not appear saddened; in fact she seemed
more joyful.
She said that on the way back from the Playboy Club
today that she had gotten to know Maryanne quite well
and felt that they both had a lot in common and could
be greatly beneficial to each other. She also said that
my actions over the past few days were very positive
toward my maintaining a loving husband-like
relationship with her and that she had a complete trust
in me to do right by her.
As she said this, Maryanne casually caressed Gina and
it was pretty obvious... these beauties were falling
into a Lesbian relationship with each other to be
included in a Bi-sexual one with me, as well. I quickly
determined that we should perhaps consummate this and
there was yet one place close by that we could do it...
as my old house's lease had not yet expired and my bed
was still there, intact.
We gave up on the idea of returning to the office and
Maryanne phoned in to her boss and said that she
thought she had gotten food poisoning at Lunch and was
headed for the doctor's office and would not be in
until at least tomorrow. As soon as we got through the
front door of my "old" residence, I locked the door and
the girls were busily stripping off their clothes. Then
they started in on mine and we were soon all 4 of us
naked as the day we were born. Maryanne's tits were not
as firm looking as Gina's as she had had my baby and it
had suckled on her.
Maryanne made casual mention to Gina that her tummy
would soon be round as we had already fucked one time
and that was yesterday, and I had delivered a cockload
of sperm into her womb, and she had started ovulating
just yesterday morning. Gina told her "don't feel
pregnant... I am hoping that I may "catch" soon as
well, as I want to have his baby, too."
Gina went on to tell Maryanne about her marriage to
that Air Force pilot who did not seem to know that he
had a wife at home that wanted to start a family. I
told them both to take things as they come that if God
wanted them to have babies that He would do what was
necessary for it; and that for now "Let's just enjoy
each other and love one another as He seemed to want us
to do."
They both smiled at that and we were soon squirming and
wrestling around on the bed naked. I thought to
myself... I've got to slow this down or I'm going to
have a heart attack!
We fucked all afternoon. I got to the point that my
cock was hard but I could not shoot any cum as none was
left. We didn't have anything to eat, as I had not
shopped in favor of living at Gina's house, so we got
dressed about 6 p.m., and went out and got in my car
and headed for McChord AFB and Gina's house.
Maryanne had never been on an Air Force base before so
this was a new experience for her. She could not get
over the similarity of all the houses up and down the
block and said that now she knew what "uniformity" met.
Just before we got to Gina's house I remembered...
Maryanne was going to have to go to work tomorrow in
the same outfit she had on today and that was no good.
The mother(s) of my babies certainly deserved more. So
since department stores were mostly all closed this
time of the evening (it was now 9 p.m.) I took them
over to a Wal-Mart Supercenter, and gave each of them
another $100 apiece and told them to "go shopping" for
new outfits. Gina cautioned Maryanne..."Don does not
like underwear, so don't buy any." To which Maryanne
just smiled and chuckled... she and I had been down
this "route" before.
On the way home we stopped by the Oyster House in
Olympia. The Oyster House is an on-wharf seafood
restaurant that has an unlimited supply of seafood. We
were interested in building up our stamina because we
had been fucking most of the afternoon and we could
well be fucking half the night away yet.
Gina taught Maryanne that to eat a raw oyster was akin
to drinking down a load of cum and if she could swallow
a raw oyster that she surely could swallow a load of my
cum similarly. It was a good thing she did, because
later on Maryanne could not seem to get enough of my
hot fertile cum down her throat.
We returned to Base Housing and once again closed all
the doors and locked them and were naked and fucking.
We fucked most of the night away before we succumbed to
sleep. We awoke the next morning at about 10 a.m. and
Maryanne called the office and lied, telling them she
was still sick and would hopefully be in the next day.
We got up, washed, and dressed, and I took them out to
Breakfast. Afterwards we "snuck" into my office where
the girls did their lesbian thing while I took care of
my normal business. As I finished, it was about 4:30
p.m. and the phone rang. It was the Archbishop from
Bath and he had some trouble that only I could take
care of, and "would it be possible for you to come over
here right away and take care of it?"
This put me in a quandary of sorts. I knew that Gina
had a passport, but I did not know if Maryanne had one
or not. As it turned out, Tom, her boyfriend who had
ditched her unexpectedly and we always had thought that
he wanted to do her dirty and ditch her at some God-
forsaken place but somehow failed (he had ditched her
once, later, and that was in the USA, but that is
another story), had made her get a passport in
anticipation of them going to Paris one time, and she
still had this. She had kept it in her Safe Deposit Box
at the bank.
I answered to Bath that we would make arrangements for
taking the airplane leaving Seattle two days from now
because we had to make arrangements for car rental, B&B
and airline tickets as I was bringing my secretaries
with me as they had never been out of the USA before
and one was very much interested in the whole
Glastonbury story.
Chapter 4
Maryanne was having problems of what she could do with
Danny whilst she was gone to England. She decided she
should return home to Daniel that night, with the
explanation that she had gotten some kind of food
poisoning at Lunch the day before and did not want to
scare him, so she had simply checked herself into a
local hospital overnight. She explained to me that she
had often done this when she went out with the girls
and drank too much, so he would not suspect any
different.
Now she figured she had to do something more that made
some sense, but she did not know what she was going to
figure up to tell him. She needn't have worried...
Daniel's bosses had chartered a fishing boat for
fathers and their sons and Daniel had opted in
Maryanne's absence to take little Danny fishing with
him for a week.
Later that night when Daniel had Danny out to Wal-Mart
and they were acquiring all the appropriate fishing
gear for their "trip", Maryanne called me at Gina's
house and told us the news! She could barely contain
herself over the phone, she was so happy! They were
supposed to leave for their fishing trip the very next
afternoon.
Gina was elated with excitement. Not only was she going
to get fucked every night, she was going to maybe even
get fucked where the ancients in Christianity had
fucked. She had gotten very excited at making love with
Maryanne in their Lesbian couplings and she seemed to
thoroughly enjoy the slipping of my hardness into her
pussy doggie style as she sucked on Maryanne'[s clit.
She had learned on the modern Internet all the malarkey
about "Roman Catholic tales of paganistic beliefs
surrounding Jesus"... now she could see for herself the
actual sites that made those lies so ridiculous. She
even called her father, telling him of her recent
fortune, and I could hear her telling him all about me
as her employer and wanting her to learn more about the
truth about Jesus. In my studies in both my formal
education in college working on my Master's degree in
Theology, as well as recent further research on the
Internet, I had learned that there are some very good
superficial reasons why all this took place in England.
Because of Joseph's merchant business it was a known
location, where Royal friends could help, and far from
persecution. The deeper levels of meaning require
broader levels of perspective. Without going into
detail again, I'll mention that the Lost Tribes were
headquartered in Britain. Ephraim and Judah were
already running the country. These folks, and their
cousins that would come in later, are the very ones who
God drafted to take His message to the world. We're
looking at a plan that God set up to run almost four
thousand years ago.
He called Abraham to father the nation that would
supply the stock and the wealth for the Zarah line to
precede the Israelites into Europe, from whence they
would take the Message of Christ to the rest of the
world. Please remember when reading the following Bible
references that the House of Israel is distinct from
the House of Judah. All are Israelites (descendents of
Israel/Jacob), but only the Tribe of Judah are the
Jews.
Although many of the Jews were scattered, Jeremiah, in
50:17 is talking about the House of Israel. We know
from the context, in which he clearly separates "the
children Israel", from the "children of Judah."
(v.4,20)
Hosea echoes the scattering in chapter 1 verse 4.
First Peter is addressed to the "scattered
expatriates." The places he names are just the
locations of Israelite groups of the northeast
Mediterranean. An astounding prophecy is made by the
High Priest Caiaphas in John 11:51-52. Jesus would die
for the Jewish nation AND the ones scattered abroad
Jesus says he has other sheep "not of this
(geographical Israel) fold." John 10:16 Jesus says that
he is sent, and he sends his apostles to the "lost
sheep of the House of Israel."
Why not just say Israel? Jesus was specifying a
particular group of Israelites. Looking up the word
gentiles in Strong's reveals the definition, "a tribe;
specifically a foreign(non-Jewish) one." The Jews of
Jesus' time called the Celts and Scythians Gentiles,
along with all the other folks that didn't worship God.
Yet a few understood. Like Peter and Paul.
Paul writes to the Roman Church. The church that was
headed up by the Royal British family, a few of which
were related to him by law. He says in, Romans 15:8-12,
that Jesus, as well as minister to "the circumcision",
but also came that the Gentiles might Glorify God.
Can there be any doubt that Christianity flowed out of
Britain in the first century after the crucifixion? But
remember, Joseph of Arimathea was tied into the Royal
British family, and the ties went straight into the
Royal Roman family as well. It's just an impossible
piece of history. The Roman Emperor who decrees death
to all Christians, becomes the wing under which the
Church at Rome flourishes. He gives his daughter in
marriage to the former British King, then adopts the
daughter of his fiercest enemy, the British king
Caradoc.
And all this in the midst of the bloody war with
Britain. That night Gina stripped me naked and then
stripped herself. She was bound and determined that she
and I would consummate our love even more fully with
one another. I fucked her just once that night, but
when I shot those little fishies into her it was with a
strong desire that they turn into at least one baby, if
not more.
Like Jesus, I held a strong desire to have a baby from
each of my wives. I hoped that at least one of them
would have children, who would further have children,
and on down the bloodlines to create yet another
lineage resembling our Prince William of England as the
late Princess Diana had apparently tried but had met a
terrible and untimely death over. The next day at work
(Thursday) I got on the Internet and reserved airline
reservations for myself and my two "wives".
We were extremely fortunate in that we got seats all
the way back on that British Airways Boeing 747, Flight
48, leaving from Seattle at :10 p.m. Friday night.
Those seats were a definite plus... they were
immediately adjacent to the lavatories on the plane and
had more leg room than the normal tourist cabin seat
had (when I fly somewhere, while I could afford an
upgrade to Business class, I do not, because for those
extra couple of hundred dollars for roughly 9 hours of
travel time it is hardly worth it, and I'd rather be
able to afford more when I get to my destination).
The lavatories would be handy... I "could not see"
myself or either of these hot young wives being able to
ride that old airplane for 9.5 hours between Seattle-
London without getting at least one load of cum in
their belly that they might have to douche themselves
over. Maryanne had been pregnant once, and now she
wanted to see if perhaps cum shot into her at 450 mph
at 40,000 feet would feel differently? I thought...
"Women... "!
That would put us in to Heathrow at Noon on Saturday. I
then contacted my normal car rental company that I use
in England and made reservations for a new Jaguar
estate wagon that we could pick up at Heathrow upon
arrival. I called my normal B&B landlady in Glastonbury
who had a couple of Bed and Breakfast rooms adjacent to
each other, one with a single bed and the other with a
double bed and found that her accommodations were
available for the 3 of us starting Saturday night.
I called the church people at Bath back and told them
of all my arrangements and since we would be arriving
at the Abbey on Saturday after picking up our car, and
the next day was Sunday, that they would meet us there
on that Sunday. The Abbey had a meeting place where we
could meet and discuss and "iron out" any problem
areas.
The Archbishop agreed to have the Sales people from the
bus lines there to better offer and discuss the
services they were to provide to us. Maryanne spent
Thursday night in our bed at McChord AFB. We did not
get much sleep because I had called in to my company's
headquarters in Hong Kong advising them that I was on
business in England for the next week or so and would
let them know when I returned.
I made up a convincing story to them, saying that I was
working on a big international trade development that
involved the Communist Chinese, North Korea and Vietnam
on one side and the English, Germans and Italians on
the other side with the USA in the middle as a
transloading point, and that I could not discuss this
with anyone because of security arrangements. They were
very excited about this and wished me good luck.
Those wives nearly fucked me raw that night. One time I
was fucking Maryanne and Gina was down there between
Maryanne's legs with her head, under my cock and
licking my balls as I was licking and tongue fucking
Gina in a corkscrew position. At another time I fucked
Gina and as I unloaded my shots of fishies into her
womb she screamed and I saw Maryanne pissing on my back
which dribbled down onto Gina's nakedness beneath me.
God had obviously made these two lovely fuck mates for
me on a "special order"... I could not have asked for
more!
Our bodies were a continuous mess of wet pee, cum,
pussy juice all night. We kept our bearings by gulping
large amounts of Kosher wine, which made us have to pee
all the more. Gina's bed was definitely going to have
to be replaced from being so saturated with spent cum
and piss from this evening! To keep confusion down, I
took the women down to a local jewelry shop Friday
morning and bought them each a nice set of engagement
and wedding rings, so that if anything arose over in
England (not that I suspected it might) that they could
claim that they were each my wife, on separate
inquiries of course.
That Friday night saw us at Sea-Tac at the British
Airways passenger counter. True to their word, those
highly professional BA stewards and stewardesses took
our luggage on check-in and helped us aboard that big
ship of the skies. As it turned out, this was not the
tourist season, so there was a lot of extra room on
board. We each had six seats across to be able to lie
down on and hopefully sleep.
We explained to one of the stewardesses that Gina's
husband was an Air Force pilot on the C-17, but that
Gina had never flown on one of these larger airplanes
before. She wanted to know where Gina's husband was and
we advised her that we were on a Theological planning
mission and that he was busily flying missions in and
out of the various hot spots all over the world. We did
not say anything but we "gathered" that this stewardess
figured that Maryanne and I were husband and wife. If
she only knew...
Then we were taxiing out to the runway and we were
forced back into our seats as we felt those big jets
suck in their air and push us forward. The front of
plane lifted off and soon I could feel the air currents
grab us and we floated into the air, with the end of
the runway passing below us about 200 feet. We went
into a steep climb and the pilot banked the plane to
the left and I could see Mt. Rainier pass under our
wing as we soon were higher than its peak.
As we headed almost due North towards the Hope-
Princeton area, I could see out in the distance the
Okanogan Valley, and then Osooyos, British Columbia,
and then Lake Okanagan before rising above the clouds
and out into nothing but blue sky. The women were about
as excited as they could get without peeing their
pants, figuratively speaking.
I had asked that for this trip that I would be very
pleased if no underwear was worn at any time, because
it has been my experience in England that fucking is
normally condoned regardless of where it is attempted,
except in most churches. At Glastonbury Abbey, except
in the museum, or in a service within the old confines
of the Sanctuary itself, normal social intercourse
without sex being involved, was entirely possible and
permitted as long as it did not become an display of
fucking in an out-and-out orgy. On the Glastonbury Tor
nearby group nudity with its accompanying fucking was
often the norm.
It seemed like in no time at all we were approaching
the 10,000 lakes area of southern Canada. The women
could not believe that there were so many lakes down
there, but then I reminded them that we are 40,000 feet
above them and as such we could see for miles adjacent
to just one lake. We were approaching an area that not
many people think about.
In this day and age where the computer rules we did not
have to worry about it much, but if we had not had our
computer on this airplane, and if we had to rely on the
magnetic basis of North and South, our compass would
have been going berserk. As it was, our BA flight crew
did not even have to bother about the correct heading
as we continued to fly a straight line to London.
Soon we could see the nighttime of the United States
sky off to the distant to our right. We would not
experience more than perhaps 15 minutes of darkness
tonight as when it got dark on us, the sun would be
coming up shortly to our left. We saw the shoreline of
the Hudson's Bay emerge and then it looked like we were
crossing the Atlantic Ocean, but in reality we were
simply over Hudson's Bay as soon we were once again
crossing eastern Canada.
We could see Newfoundland off to the distance with its
blinking lights of Halifax and then there seemed to be
nothing below us, although in reality there was much...
millions of gallons of Atlantic Ocean and icebergs such
as what had sunk the Titanic in 1912. I began to doze
off, as it was now my bedtime of about midnight back in
Seattle.
I was awakened by Gina. She had stayed awake and had
caught a glimpse of whiteness below us, she thought we
were at the North Pole. I explained to her about
Greenland which calmed her concerns a bit...she had
thought that the aircrew had gotten us lost. Cuddling
her back to sleep we lay in each other's arms with an
airline blanket covering us. We got a funny look from
the Stewardess as she awoke us to give us our Dinner
meal.
I think she was trying to figure out what this young
wife was doing in my loving arms when she had said that
her husband was a Lieutenant in the Air Force and was
away from home, flying. If she would have checked the
smell on my fingers she would have found that that
young Air Force wife's pussy juice had been bathing
them. We sat up and straightened our clothes. Maryanne
reached over and kissed me full on the lips just as
that same stewardess returned with our meals. Now she
looked really confused.
Maryanne teasingly told her that I was married to both
of them, but that sometimes Gina's husband did not
accompany us on some of our missions for the church. We
left it at that... I think that that stewardess came to
the conclusion that we were Mormon or something and we
did not pursue it. She also exhibited some Lesbian
tendencies when she talked to Gina.
She did not seem to remember me, but I remembered
her...on an earlier flight she had inadvertently
dropped something from the food cart and had bent over
to pick it up, right in front of my face as I had
appeared to be dozing. When she bent over, her split-
in-the-back skirt did its splitting and I was facing
bare ass and cunt...obviously she did not believe in
wearing underwear.
That would stand to reason... most of the time these
stewardesses worked behind closed curtains on the
airplane and if two of them were Lesbian, the absence
of panties would aid tremendously in their chanced
sexual satisfaction when they were supposed to be
working. Shortly after we finished our meal we were
leaving Greenland's airspace and in a short time we
could look out to our left and see Iceland off in the
distant.
Maryanne and I then sat down and reclined our seats and
Gina laid the airline blanket over us. I reached down
to Maryanne's legs and soon was cupping her naked pubic
mound, as she reached into my Bermuda shorts and pulled
out my cock and began stroking it to hardness. I could
feel my cum building and then I was bathing her hand in
it. She pulled her hand up to her face and Gina reached
over after she saw what was going on, and the two of
them licked off all my thick syrupy cream and swallowed
it.
My "edge" had been removed, and now I slipped off to
sleep once more, to leave the women to their own
devices of sexual satisfaction. I awoke to Gina's
exclamation of once again seeing land coming 'up'
beneath us and looked down to see the upper islands
north of Scotland coming into view. I turned to
Maryanne and told her that unless we did it quick that
she would not get to experience shots of cum at 450
miles per hour at 40,000 feet like she had asked for in
Seattle.
With that she got up and headed for the lavatory,
beckoning me to join her in a few minutes. When I got
there she had removed her skirt and was bare from the
waist down, and was sitting on the wash basin. I barely
had the room to get into that lavatory with her there,
and I sat down on the closed lid of the toilet seat and
removed my Bermuda shorts and underwear.
My cock was once again hard and I pulled this lovely
Mommy of my son onto my lap with my cock slipping deep
into her baby nest. We began a series of hard, fast
pistoning and I soon felt my cum erupt from my balls
and begin to shoot into her depths. It was not shot at
450 miles per hour, though, that was the speed of the
airplane as I shot it into her in thick volleys. She
finally understood that. We cleaned each other off and
then she put her skirt back on and emerged back into
the cabin to rejoin Gina.
A short time later I joined both of them as we began a
short brunch somewhere over northern Scotland. We found
out that in our absence that our pilot had visited to
visit with Gina, and had asked if she wanted to visit
the cockpit for awhile. She declined saying that flying
was not her cup of tea, even though her husband was an
Air Force pilot.
In reality she thought that perhaps he was a bit horny
and after she and I had been fucking she felt that
these nerds had little to offer in issues of love or
lust. We began to feel the airplane start its descent
into London and Heathrow Airport, as the pilot turned
on the airbrakes and we began to slow down
considerably.
Then before we hardly knew it I looked out and saw the
Houses of Parliament and Big Ben slipping below our
wing. The pilot did a steep bank and soon we were
leveling off to gradually descend down onto the runway
at Heathrow. We had spent just a little over 9 hours in
the air... good time coming from Seattle. The Captain
advised that we had experienced a tail wind most of the
way across of about 50 kilometers per hour which
increased our airspeed tremendously.
We were soon through British Customs and then were
converting our U.S. dollars into British Pounds. I
could see right away that these women were going to
have a bit of a problem... they were confusing a
British Pound to equal one American Dollar when in fact
the exchange rate was One Pound equals $1.60.
I decided that until they got more used to that
conversion rate that they could spend their own money,
until at least we got to Glastonbury. That way they
could observe how I did and maybe learn from it. I then
called my car rental company and in no time at all they
delivered a brand new sky blue Jaguar estate wagon. We
only had brought a couple of smaller suitcases and I
quickly place them in the boot.
We all climbed into the car and soon I was on the M4
headed West. It was now 1 p.m. and we had about 4 hours
of driving to get to Glastonbury, plus another hour or
so to allow for stopping getting something to eat or
take pee breaks. The women could not get over us
driving on the "wrong side" of the road, but of course
it was almost second nature to me as I had lived over
here in the Air Force for nearly 4 years and had been
back several times on church business at Glastonbury,
plus each time I came back I visited friends near RAF
Lakenheath and near Northampton that were almost
"family" to me.
Chapter 5
We stopped about an hour later on the M4 at a rest stop
just outside of Swindon. The women had never seen a
British "freeway" rest stop before. They are like small
villages, with several restaurants, restrooms and
shops, and petrol stations, with large parking lots.
Once again, Maryanne was "coaching" me to "get back on
the right side of the road as I drove into the lot to
park. The women definitely had to pee so I waited for
them to come back out and then we decided to order a
small brunch as the airline had fed us so much without
us doing much exercise on the airplane.
Since I was driving I did not order a beer but they
each had a couple of light ales. And then we were on
the road again, it was about 3:30 p.m by that time. We
got to the M5 near Bristol and headed south. Maryanne
was positive... I was going to get us all killed by
driving on the "wrong" side of the road as I went
through that interchange. Gina calmed her fears and
told her to relax, that all she had to do was to
remember that we drove in England just ass-backwards to
how we drive in Seattle. That seemed to relax her a bit
and we heard no more from her about my "dangerous
driving".
It was just a short drive on the M5 and I saw the signs
to Glastonbury and the A30. The A30 is not a freeway
and it reminds me a lot of Stevens Pass, except it does
not go over a mountain pass. Roads in England that are
2-laned often resemble a country road in the States
with their overflowing trees that cover the entire
roadway so that one gets an idea that they are driving
through a tunnel of sorts of greenery.
From almost the time we turned off the M5, we could
look out to the distant and see the familiar St.
Michael's church tower of Glastonbury Tor. At first it
does not appear overly large, but as you draw nearer to
it the Tor is really quite a hill, sticking up out of
the surrounding English countryside of the Somerset
plains. And then we were in Street, almost a suburb of
Glastonbury if Glastonbury still existed as a viable
economic center any more. Instead, Street has become
that with Glastonbury being more of a tourist Mecca and
religious and cultural center without much economic
activity.
We arrived in Glastonbury at 5:30 p.m. local time which
was just 14:30 hours after we had left Seattle. The
women were "bushed" and I could tell that there wasn't
going to be much fucking tonight. I found the B&B that
I normally stay at and the Filipina manager welcomed me
with open arms.
She was very happy that I had brought along these women
as she knew that when I visited previously that I had
often been a little more than horny. She said that the
last time I had been here that she had almost come
upstairs to my room and fucked me and would have
because her husband had been scheduled to work that
particular night, but at the last minute he had gotten
off work.
She, too, was a bit horny as her Bloke husband did not
want to fuck anymore after the birth of their son 9
years previously and she sooo wanted a little girl. I
told her that I could not do her any good, that these
"wives" of mine were also trying to keep me for
themselves. I could sense her disappointment. The women
did not want anything else to eat before they went to
bed.
They determined that Maryanne should sleep by herself
in the single bed and that I and Gina would share the
bed together in the other room. We all got undressed
and were soon laying in bed naked, getting ready to go
to sleep. Gina cuddled into my naked arms and legs,
murmuring how appreciative she felt of being my lover,
my secretary and now bed mate.
I made a mental note to myself that as soon as we
returned to Seattle that she would soon also become my
legal wifey, and told her so. She was overjoyed and of
course accepted, and said that we had to do something
about that by her leaving England with me pregnant with
my baby.
The next morning I awoke to somewhat familiar
surroundings. I knew that Viola's husband always left
for work early on his bicycle, so I slipped on my
bathrobe and slipped downstairs to find the morning
paper. I glanced into the kitchen and there was Viola
also in her bathrobe, beginning to fix our Breakfasts.
She did not see me and I quietly snuck up on her, my
robe untied and flowing loosely around my nakedness. I
reached around her and nuzzled her neck, surprising her
at first and then she was turning in my arms against my
nakedness, her own robe falling open and my hard cock
was poking her in her little Filipino tummy. I kissed
her full on the lips in true French wantonness, and
backed off asking her if she still wanted to have a
baby daughter.
We gently slid to the floor and she did not have to
answer vocally... her hot wetness engulfed my hard cock
and I was soon pumping my fishies deep against her
cervix. As it turned out, she was ovulating and yes,
she "caught". A couple of months later I got a note in
the mail that I was going to be a new daddy. Her
husband was pissed, and soon left her afterwards in a
divorce.
In England, Adultery is not grounds for divorce, but
desertion is, and he had deserted her, so she ended up
with the B&B with child support payments from him for
their son, and unmarried mother allowance for our
daughter because the British government could not
identify any man that had the same DNA origins as our
daughter.
I had "fed" her my cum and sperm... later on that
morning she fed us our Breakfasts. While Adultery
exists in England, legal norms against it does not. In
fact it is more or less considered just another form of
communication and the sex that accompanies it is looked
upon as little more than a common handshake or kiss.
Somehow in the early days of colonization of America
from England of the religious communities coming to New
York, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, etc., those
religious holy rollers were bound and determined that
anything sexually satisfying was to be considered a
sin. Oftentimes their leaders had attracted and married
young beautiful women, and while the husband was out
preaching in the wilderness the poor little lady was
left home alone.
Those young farm boys also got horny, and on more than
one occasion the preacher husband returned home after a
2-3 day sojourn with the young wife seeping some other
guy's cum from her vulva lips, with of course her tummy
beginning to grow from an implanted seed.
These preachers had to do something about this so the
appropriate laws were passed and at first those guilty
were made an example of. It rapidly became not so
popular to be caught in bed with someone not your
lawfully wedded wife or husband. Guilty pregnant wives
were often locked into an apparatus that prevented them
from moving, bent over forward and forcibly fucked in
their ass, and then pissed on.
If they could catch or determine who the natural daddy
was, the guy got castrated without benefit of medical
attention and most of them bled to death. To put all
this into a nutshell, word got out that it was not nice
to fuck another's wife or husband!
In England, on the other hand, the English had never
learned this. Pubs were popular places for debauchery
and drinking and the more people drank oftentimes the
looser they became. The micro-miniskirt came into being
and a nice looking young lass on a barstool with too
many warm Watney Red Barrel mugs of beer often created
a scenario that was conducive to opening lines of
possible romantic venturing that would never have been
attempted without the assistance of all that alcohol.
Husbands and wives often ventured to the local pub
together, leaving their kids (if they had any) to the
accompaniment of the telly and some science fiction
show. The game of Darts is a popular pastime in an
English Pub, with the losers buying a round of drinks
at each setting. Oftentimes there would be 10-15
settings in a single night. Common math would "have"
Darts players consuming as much as a gallon of beer
apiece in one night.
Many times the wife did not play Darts, but her husband
did, but each time that a match was lost the beer
included buying one for the wife as well. So she would
sit at the bar, on her barstool, getting mildly
intoxicated while her hubby got sauced. It only took a
little common sense to understand that for some bloke
that did not play Darts that wanted to fuck a young
wife, had ample opportunity to be able to enjoy the
charms of some young beauty while her husband was
passed out from drinking too much beer.
Usually about 30 minutes before closing time, these
young lechers would appear and with a little skillful
seduction the young wife would be soon walking out of
the pub, headed home "to check on the kiddies". Of
course the hubby was still engrossed in his Darts game
and barely heard her and when the Darts game was over
he was too drunk to even make it to the door to go
home. Meanwhile the young horny sober gentleman was
escorting the young wife home, feeling her up at every
opportunity.
Many times panties were left on the sidewalk, mini-
skirts were barely hanging on from getting unzipped and
blouses were unbuttoned by the time the young wife got
to her front door. Of course the kids were in bed
asleep and the young wife and her new "boyfriend" were
engaged in a process known as trying to make a new
baby, in her own conjugal bed. And long before the pub
opened the next morning the previously passed out
husband was trying to find his way home in his hangover
condition, and the "boyfriend" had long split the scene
of impregnation.
When I had served in the Air Force previously at RAF
Lakenheath, I had become acquainted with Sammy and Liz.
Sammy was a lush, but a good Darts player. He had
married Liz who had already been pregnant and had given
birth to a baby that she did not know who the natural
daddy was. Liz loved to fuck. Sammy liked to fuck as
well, but he also liked to drink himself silly and as
such he rarely was in the kind of shape that his dick
would get hard and stay that way long enough to
impregnate Liz. I knew these two for nearly 4 years and
in the process she had had at least one of my babies (a
son) and babies from yet 2 more GIs.
Then she discovered that Africans had larger cocks so
she just had to "try one". She had a baby girl that was
half Black. That did it for Sammy who was Irish/Welsh,
and he left town. The last I saw of her she had been
fucking yet another nigger who had also knocked her up.
She collected child support from Sammy who was her
husband when I and the other GIs got her pregnant, and
probably got the Dole from the British government on
the half-Black bastards she got from fucking those
niggers because they had rotated back to the States and
no DNA could be collected to prove paternity.
After we had finished our Breakfasts, I took the women
over to the Abbey. Actually the Abbey grounds bordered
the back yard of our Bed and Breakfast flat, but we had
to go out onto the street and walk about a block and
half to get to the front entrance of the Abbey. There
we met the Archbishop.
I introduced him to my "wives". Then we went into the
small sanctuary, St. Patrick's Chapel, that was used
for remembrance type services and he introduced me to
the people from Bristol who were going to provide our
bus service. There were several minor discrepancies to
work out, but they were mostly due to
misunderstandings. We quickly resolved them and then we
were free to do what we wanted to do. I took the women
around the ancient Abbey, explaining to them the
significance of various locations... the ancient
cemetery, the lower levels that consisted of the
original wattlewood church that Jesus built and the
artesian well that was used for drinking water and
baptisms. The Glastonbury Thorn tree that was developed
from the original "shoot" that had grown out of Joseph
of Arimathea's staff as he poked it into the ground on
Wearyall Hill which at that time was the shoreline of
the ancient England.
I showed them the gravesite where King Arthur's body
had been found, and explained the location of the 12
Stations of the Cross that we used for our Pilgrimage
services each year. I then took them inside the
Glastonbury Abbey Museum where there is a display and
model of the original Glastonbury Abbey as it appeared
before the fire destroying it about 1200 A.D. Adjacent
to the Museum was a curio shop and bookstore where
items could be bought.
In its heyday, Glastonbury Abbey was considered to be
the largest and most wealthiest cathedral in all of
Europe. It was THE center of Christianity... considered
at that time to what we thought of the Vatican today,
but much, much larger. To modern Christians the Vatican
is considered to be little more than a paganistic
temple.
The alleged St. Peter, St. Paul were poor examples of
what Jesus THE Christ had left behind to teach
Christianity, and there was ongoing developing truth
attached to them that they could very well have been
social misfits that pretty much robbed the Christian
thought from Joseph of Arimathea and Jesus' brother
James. There is ample evidence to show that "Paul" was
little more than a magician.
In the museum there was documentary evidence that the
Saxon King of what would become England, Arviragus, had
deeded 12-160 acres (hides) of land, or about 1920
acres, to Joseph of Arimathea when he returned from
Palestine with the Disciples after the Crucifixion.
This land has never been taxed to this day by any
British government authority. Most of the land that
surrounds Somerset and Cornwall to an extent, today is
owned by Prince Charles of the British royalty, with
occupier leases for the people that use it.
Charles retains the mineral rights and other natural
resources developments. It is somewhat ironic that
Prince William will eventually inherit this wealth, as
we will see later in another chapter, through the
proven bloodlines that Prince William has to inherit it
because of his bloodline extending through his maternal
grandfather the Earl Spencer to Jesus and King David.
For reasons obvious, this is not a popular thought
amongst Roman Catholics, and they do not like to be
reminded that Joseph of Arimathea had little or nothing
to do with the ancient Roman Empire and its paganistic
practices, because he was a very practiced Jew. Even
the King of England at the time was a Druid and had no
real belief in the Roman Catholicism that we find today
was highly relative to Greek and Roman paganism.
I took the women on up to the Chalice Well. This is yet
another mysterious location and it readily will make a
believer out of you. It is said that Joseph of
Arimathea secretly brought back the Cup of the Last
Supper from Palestine, and dropped it into this Chalice
Well. From that time onwards, this well pours forth a
reddish tinted spring water on one side that has great
medicinal purities in it, as well as clear spring water
from yet another side, both sides having the same
source of supply.
Prince Charles once fell from his horse playing Polo
and broke his arm. Buckingham Palace sent him here and
he lay in a large pool of this red tinted water for
about 30 minutes and his arm was rapidly healed. People
that visit here are often seen drinking this water...
every time I come here I end up bringing at least a
gallon of it home with me in plastic bottles, for
medicinal purposes. For many years I smoked, and could
not seem to kick that habit. I sipped some of that
Chalice Well water on my first visit here and lost all
desire to smoke a cigarette afterwards.
The area surrounding the Chalice Well seems
concentrated with a spiritual blessing. The women could
feel this as we entered it. Gina made a comment to the
effect that she could almost feel the need to get
pregnant as soon as she stepped into the presence of
that well. Maryanne said that her nipples on her
breasts were creating special flashes of horniness as
soon as we came to that well. There is an adjacent
seating area that is rather private for those that wish
to partake of it and so I took the women there. As soon
as we were inside and seated, those women attacked me.
Gina said afterwards that she definitely had been told
by some spirit that it was time for her to conceive
with me. We continued on up to the Glastonbury Tor. The
Tor was considered by most people visiting here to be
the central point of the Mother Earth for rites of
fertility. Just about on any given day or night it was
rare that at least one pussy wasn't getting fertilized
by some cock, in most cases there would be 5-10, some
of which were even getting pregnant. There seemed to be
no measure of discrimination of selections.
Many people got into various stages of dress or undress
and simply fucked the nearest pussy or cock, regardless
of whom it belonged to. This was probably the most
erotic place on all the earth and was definitely the
end to celebrate God's plan to populate the Earth, in
an idealistic sense. Far from being the ideal, though,
was the very real scenario that a lot of this fucking
produced drug-related birth defects, a lot of venereal
disease, pregnancies with no viable identification of
who the natural daddy(s) were, etc.
Humankind had taken a beautiful thing called the human
body and sex and had just about destroyed it. The women
both advised that they once again felt the need to
reproduce as soon as we reached the top of the Tor. We
stripped naked and lay out on the grass. Some young
pothead hippie that apparently thought the women were
ripe for fucking, came over, his dick swinging. He
confronted Maryanne and she told him "No!", on no
uncertain terms. He persisted and when Maryanne
finished with him he was lucky to have been able to
swing his dick...she hauled off and kicked him with her
bare foot as hard as she could.
He doubled over in pain in his stoned condition, got
the message and could not retreat fast enough. Other
hippies saw this and they all quickly backed away from
us, leaving us to our own little partying mood. I then
fucked Maryanne and shot my volleys into her fertility.
My cock surprised me as once it deflated from fucking
Maryanne it began to harden again, and I slipped into
Gina as well.
The fertility God assisted by the Ley Lines connecting
the Tor to Stonehenge and other ancient Druid sites had
obviously helped me to regain my vitality so that I
could possibly impregnate both of my "wives". By the
time I finished both women were seeping my sperm from
their vulva lips. I had an idea that today both of them
were surely pregnant if they hadn't "caught" already.
They seemed overjoyed as we descended that hill. That
same fertility god had once again visited upon me and
my cock renewed itself in hardness, but we had to go...
we had many things to do yet, today.
I then took them to Wearyall Hill, the ancient Ynys
Writin, and showed them the site where Joseph of
Arimathea landed in ancient Somerset with Jesus' wives
Mary Magdelene and Martha and their children, and the
Mother Mary, and Lazarus, whom He had raised from the
dead. This was marked by the Glastonbury Thorn Tree
that grew from Joseph's staff that he stuck into the
ground as he stepped from the ship that was carrying
him.
This tree has been found to be the only one of its kind
to survive from an origin in Palestine of this species.
There have been attempts to take shoots from that kind
of tree in Palestine to various places throughout the
world, and none will grow. But when shoots from this
tree are planted elsewhere they do grow...the one in
the grounds of the Washington (DC) Cathedral, the one
on the ancient Glastonbury Abbey grounds, and one at
Buckingham Palace.
It is almost as if God has chosen Glastonbury to be the
place for Joseph's staff to take root and then to
spread from there the growing of this tree. Very few
people take into consideration the growth of this tree.
It is located on a small hill that does not offer any
significance as one enters Glastonbury from the West.
It looks more like a bit of a cow pasture and often has
cattle grazing on it. In the year 2002 it was
quarantined from the outbreak of Hoof and Mouth disease
from livestock and no one was allowed on it.
In God's Trustee Plan we find that He works in the long
term. He often takes centuries to set up certain events
or circumstances. A neat little study is listing God's
Trustees or Protectorates throughout the last four
thousand years. First came Joseph, the eleventh son of
Jacob. God sent him to Egypt twenty-one years before
Jacob came with his family from famine ravaged Canaan.
Twenty-one years!
Jeremiah was given Trusteeship of the Throne and the
bloodline of David. He brought King Zedekiah's daughter
Tea Tephi to Ireland in order to join the two lines of
Judah, the Pharez line in Tea and the Zarah line in
Eochaidh, high king of Ireland. This happened in 583 BC
and was part of God's preparation of the land to which
the House of Israel would migrate. The Davidic
bloodline would be woven through all the kings and
queens of northwest Europe as a result of the marriage
of those two. But five hundred years earlier, God had
already placed Brutus in England. He founded New Troy
(London) about 1100 BC. Talk about planning ahead!
We could also talk of Tobit, and especially Queen
Esther, whom God placed in Persia to protect the
captive Jews. We might even mention English kings
Arviragus and Caradoc. Arviragus would become God's
"Protectorate" for the Cradle of Christianity,
Glastonbury. It was Arviragus who gifted Joseph and his
companions twelve 160 acre parcels of land, tax free
forever. Caradoc, Pendragon of England, would become
God's "Protectorate" of the fledgling Roman Christian
Church; the church Paul wrote to. Caradoc spent seven
years "house arrest" before returning to Britain. It
was his children who were the core of the Roman church.
There are volumes be said about the pioneering of the
Tribe of Dan, as they (the Phoenicians) established
trade routes from China to south America, and
reconnoitered the migration route of the Lost Tribes
west across Europe. Look at all the "Dn" names on the
rivers. There's the Danube, the Dneiper, the Don, and
on. Why there are three Don rivers in the British
Isles! Those Danite\Phoenicians tacked up their name
everywhere they went. Just like they did in the Bible
when they conquered a town and changed the name to
Mahanedan (Judges 18:12)
Lastly, let me point to Daniel. God set up Daniel to
run the Babylonian government during the time of the
Exile. God sticks to a winning plan. He set up a
Trustee for Christianity as well. And please notice
that these Trustees are highly educated, highly
situated, and most of them were pretty good looking,
too. Joseph of Arimathea has been called one of the
richest men in the world. He inherited that tin trade
from his fellow Israelites; the Phoenicians.
They had been bringing ore from England for centuries.
Joseph was well educated, a member of the ruling
political body of the whole country. He was well placed
as "Noblis Decurio", a minister of mines for the Roman
empire, with direct access to Pilate himself. Joseph of
Arimathea was no slouch. How better to protect Jesus,
after Joseph the carpenter died, and insure the seeding
and growth of the Gospel in England; the place to which
the scattered House of Israel would continue to migrate
for the next eleven centuries?
The prophecies of this migration are in just about all
the prophetic books of the Old Testament. But read the
book of Hosea if you want to see the history of the
Celts and Scythians/House of Israel/Lost Tribes. Joseph
of Arimathea, in his Jewish roots of Cornwall, had
simply taken his family's possessions of tin, marble
and zinc in their natural states, and done something
with them, and had gotten quite wealthy.
He had developed a small one- or two-boat fleet into a
large 200+ sailing vessels fleet to haul that ore from
its origins in Cornwall, most of it hand dug on the
seashore or out of seaside cliffs such as is found at
St. Agnes, to the northern shores of France,
transported overland to the South of France and then on
to Palestine, the Suez where some of it was transported
once again overland to the Gulf of Suez and then
carried yet again to the distant ports of Shanghai,
Bombay, Busan, Yokohama and Kaoshiung for the brass-
making that made those locales rich.
The "crude by today's standards" loading docks in the
bay at Penzance (sometimes spelled Pennzance) between
St. Michael's Mount and the English village of Marazion
composed of large rocks rising from the sandy beach
when the tide is out were very useful. When the tide
was out, this ore was hauled in to the bases of these
rocks and placed into floating barge-like containing
docks with wheels and as the tide came in they were
wheeled onto those large rocks that had been hewn out
into loading platforms.
Then when the tide reached its maximum in depth, the
sailing vessels would be hurriedly brought up against
those rocks and the ore would be transferred onto them
in a pulley/rope apparatus worked by human labor.
Documents discovered at the modern sea museum at Newlyn
show that sometimes it took over a month to load all
the ore from St. Agnes and Mindip that was hauled in to
this bay by donkey and oxen-pulled carts onto as many
as 20 or 30 of Joseph of Arimathea's sailing vessels.
Oftentimes the young adolescent Jesus accompanied his
uncle in this operation, and worked on the wattlewood
home he was building for the Mother Mary while that ore
was being transported from St. Agnes to Penzance.
In their zealous activity to degrade the truth about
the real Christianity as it had been portrayed in Rome,
the Roman Catholic Church had hidden all this from the
Western world. It is interesting to note that when
God's truth is tainted by paganistic authority, often
God shows revenge in some way. Reference the pedophile
behavior of the Roman Catholic Church that is getting a
lot of attention today in our news media, some of it so
bad that it is causing whole parishes to have to shut
down because of lawsuits.
It is also interesting to note that "Point Zero" of the
Hiroshima Atomic Bomb in WWII was none other than the
Jewish Temple in Japan where Jesus had visited with his
Uncle Joseph of Arimathea on one of these cargo-
carrying expeditions. The Roman Catholic ideological
persuasions could no longer afford as mass
communications emerged to have any existing evidence of
this, so that when the determination to bomb Japan to
end WWII was made, what better place to drop that bomb.
No one can convince me that Stalin, Roosevelt,
Churchill and the Vatican were not in cahoots with each
other. The poorly developed media at the time simply
did not have the expertise to investigate all this and
report on it like what might be done today. And there
was no asshole Texan by the name of George W. Bush Jr.,
to pass a "patriot act" to stifle criticism against
assholes in the government.
Chapter 6
In all this recent exposure these two young wives, one
of which was already a mommy, began developing
indications that they were thinking along the lines of
being more, much more, than a willing bed partner to
me. While they remained very erotic acting and would
not hesitate to lay on some grassy knoll in nature and
open their legs wide to receive what I had to give
them, they were doing things that made me becoming
convinced that they surely wanted more than just my
sperm planted in their hot little bellies, they were
becoming concerned that that sperm coupled with their
eggs would produce a baby that would be conceived in
the same place as the early Christians had been
conceived. They seemed to get just that much more
erotic and wanton in their desires of my cock.
As we ventured onto Ynys Witrin both Maryanne and Gina
kept scanning the surrounding area for other people.
Finding none, when we reached the original Thorn tree,
it was evident... if they had been naked I would have
seen their vulva lips engorged with blood from being
"in heat".
I was practically raped under that tree by both of
them. Afterwards we lay there in our naked bliss,
letting our sex juices permeat our nakedness to dry
into a crust on my cock and balls and their freshly
fucked pussies. It was a good thing that they had not
worn panties, as their panties would have been soaked
on the way back down from that Wearyall Hill from all
my cum seeping from their baby nests. That crusting of
dryness on my cock and balls from those cum and pussy
spendings was making my crotch itch in the worst way!
They went on ahead to the museum's store where they
wanted to buy some items of memory from this trip. I
kissed them both and asked them to make sure that they
knew how to get back to the Bed and Breakfast where we
were staying. They assured me they did, as they turned
and began walking towards the museum, talking and
giggling like a couple of teenaged girls.
I got back to the Bed and Breakfast and decided to
shower, clean up. As I came back down the stairs and
started to go into the bathroom, Viola's door opened
and there she stood in all her lovely Filipina
nakedness. She advised that her husband had come home
and taken their son and had headed over to the Rugby
field where there was a game going on between Street
and one of the other nearby towns. My bathrobe dropped
to the floor and soon she was in my naked arms once
more. We dropped to the floor and once again that day I
was ensuring her that her womb was going to begin
growing our baby girl from the seeds I was planting in
her.
That night when the women returned, Viola fixed us all
an excellent meal of Fish n Chips. In England, Fish n
Chips are totally unlike what we find in the States
with a few paltry pieces of fish with heavy batter and
a small fist-sized bag of french fries. In England if
you order Fish n Chips, plan on being extremely hungry.
Your fish will consist of deep-fried fish in heavy
batter but your fish will be at least 2 inches thick
and will cover your entire dinner plate by itself. It
is virtually impossible to finish off both the Fish and
the French Fries, in one setting.
The English do not use lemon to spread on their fish,
instead they use a form of vinegar oil, which makes the
fish taste much better. Needless to say after all our
fucking for the day, when we finished eating we were
good for one thing... the bed and a good night's sleep,
as tomorrow morning we would leave Glastonbury where I
would take the women further down the coast of Cornwall
and show them the ancient tin mines that both Joseph of
Arimathea and the young Jesus worked in to support
Joseph's tin trade with the ancient commerce his
vessels carried from England to France and then
overland across France and from France to Egypt,
overland across the Suez, and then from the Suez to
India, Burma, China, Korea and Japan where the tin ore
was smelted with iron ore to give us the brass we so
value today in artwork.
I also planned to take them to the Jesus Well just
northeast of Padstow where Joseph's ships were
replenished with fresh water for their long journeys,
and then on down to Pennzance and St. Michael's Mount
where they could see a very real castle that sets high
on a natural barrier that was totally inaccessible
until the airplane was invented. And of course we had
to yet see Stonehenge and Southampton, the latter where
most of our English forefathers left to come to the
USA, and the last port (and only one) sailing of the
Titanic before it sunk off Newfoundland on that awful
ship disaster.
As we left Glastonbury early that next morning, I tried
to educate these young beautiful creatures more about
what God had taught us about Him and His son, Jesus.
The average person is so well inoculated with the
belief that Christianity was first established by the
Roman Catholic Church at Rome, and that Britain first
received the faith through St. Augustine, AD 597, that
they take it for granted. Wasn't the Roman Catholic
Church established in the fourth century, well after
the death of Constantine? Between Christ's death and
the establishment of the Roman Catholic Church lay
centuries.
Was Christianity waiting around for Constantine to
Christianize the Roman Empire and then die? Surely the
missionary work begun by the Apostles continued. But
where? The history of the Roman Catholic Church itself
testifies that England preceded itself in the
establishment of Christianity.
The average person is so well inoculated with the
belief that Christianity was first established by the
Roman Catholic Church at Rome, and that Britain first
received the faith through St. Augustine, AD 597, that
they take it for granted. Wasn't the Roman Catholic
Church established in the fourth century, well after
the death of Constantine?
Between Christ's death and the establishment of the
Roman Catholic Church lay centuries. Was Christianity
waiting around for Constantine to Christianize the
Roman Empire and then die? Surely the missionary work
begun by the Apostles continued. But where? The history
of the Roman Catholic Church itself testifies that
England preceded itself in the establishment of
Christianity.
The basic story of Joseph's trip to England varies in
some details from account to account. But the bare
facts are that Joseph, with many disciples travelled
from the holy land by boat and landed at Marseilles, in
the Vienoise province of the Gauls (France). From there
he went on to England established seminaries, sent out
missionaries, and helped in the conversion of the Royal
family. In his "Ecclesiastical Annals", Cardinal
Baronius, Curator of the Vatican library, gives this
account.
"In that year the party mentioned was exposed to the
sea in a vessel without sails or oars. The vessel
drifted finally to Marseilles and they were saved. From
Marseilles Joseph and his company passed into Britain
and after preaching the Gospel there, died."
The reason for the boat having been set adrift, was
that the Jews wanted to get rid of these Christians,
but couldn't get away with murder. How many of the
disciples were with Joseph of Arimathea during his
short stay in Gaul, before going on to England, is hard
to say.
Various existing records agree in part with the
Cardinal Baronius record, naming among the occupants of
the castaway boat Mary Magdlene, Martha, the hand-
maiden Marcella, Lazarus whom Jesus raised from the
dead, and Maximin the man whose sight Jesus restored.
Other records state that Philip and James accompanied
Joseph. Others report that Mary, the wife of Cleopas,
and Mary, the mother of Jesus; were also in the boat.
Here's Baronius' complete list of passengers:
Mary, wife of Cleopas; a very pregnant Martha-second
wife of Jesus; Lazarus, Eutropius, Salome the
handmaiden, Cleon, Saturninus, Mary Magdalene, first
wife of Jesus and mother of with Jesus' first son
Josephus; Marcella, the Bethany sisters' maid; second
son of Jesus and Mary Magdelene Maximin, Martial, first
son of Jesus and Martha; Trophimus, Sidonius
(Restitutus), and Joseph of Arimathea. And true to
God's way, Philip was waiting for the travellers in
France.
There is a wealth of uncontroversial testimonies
asserting his commission in Gaul, all of which alike
state that he received and consecrated Joseph,
preparatory to his embarkation and appointment as the
Apostle to Britain. In future chapters to this story we
will find that the present Princes William and Harry of
England are descendants of Josephus, above, through
their mother, the late Dianna, Princess of Wales, and
the Spencer family, which would make them descendants
of the King David of old.
Although there are some who would argue for France
being first, most records agree that Britain, at
Glastonbury was the Root of the Christian movement. One
would expect that history would show that the
missionary activities would flow out of the well-spring
of Christianity. And well does history record this.
The Gaulic records state that for centuries the
Archbishops of Treves and Rheims were all Britons
supplied by the mother church at Glastonbury-Avalon.
St. Cadval, a famed British missionary, going out from
Glastonbury, founded the church of Tarentum, Italy,
A.D. 170. Did you notice that this was four hundred
years before St. Augustine? And as we'll see later,
even this date was at least fourteen years after King
Lucius Christianized all of Britain in A.D. 156!!!
Nobody really wants to play "Who was First" with the
British.
Converts literally flooded into Glastonbury for
conversion, baptism, instruction and missionary
assignment. Philip sent, from Gaul alone, one hundred
sixty disciples to assist Joseph and his team with the
crowds. And it is surely known that helpers were sent
from other places beside France.
One of the first to go out from Glastonbury was Mary
and Martha's brother Lazarus. He headed straight back
to Marseilles where he held the Bishopric for seven
years. But that was only natural. France was a Family
Thing for the Bethany household. Mary and Martha both
lived out their lives, preaching and teaching in the
south of France.
"The Coming of The Saints," by Taylor is a good book on
the subject. Many famous names are recorded as having
been associated with Glastonbury-Avalon. Sidonis,
Saturninus, and Cleon taught and supported other
missionaries in Gaul, then returned to Britain.
Martial's parents, Marcellus and Elizabeth were there
along with St Zacchaeus. Many faithful Judeans moved to
Britain.
Parmena, disciple of Joseph, was appointed the first
Bishop of Avignon. Drennalus, helped Joseph found the
church at Morlaix. He was then appointed to Treguier as
it's first Bishop.
Beatus founded the church in Helvetia, after receiving
his baptism and education at Avalon.
Beatus was baptised by St. Barnabas, the brother of
Aristobulus, sent in advance by St.
Paul to Britain. He is referred to in scripture as
Joses, the Levite. Mansuetus was consecrated the first
Bishop of the Lotharingians A.D. 49, with his See at
Toul. He also founded the church at Lorraine.
Historical note:
Mansuetus was a constant visitor at the Palace of the
British at Rome after Claudia had married Pudens. He
was a friend of Linus, the first Bishop of Rome, and
brother of Claudia. After the death of St. Clement,
Mansuetus became the third official Bishop of the
British Church at Rome. Thus we have three disciples of
Avalon, instructed by St. Joseph, to become, in
succession, Bishops of Rome.
Iltigius, in "De Patribus Apostolicis", quotes St.
Peter as saying; "Concerning the Bishops who have been
ordained in our lifetime, we make known to you that
they are these. Of Antioch, Eudoius, ordained by me,
Peter. Of the Church of Rome, Linus, son of Claudia,
was first ordained by Paul, and after Linus's death,
Clemens the second, ordained by me, Peter."
There were surely some very erotic times in those early
days. Any kind of research will reveal a lot of mate
swapping and carrying on that would make Linda Lovelace
of the movie "Deep Throat", blush. Those early tribal
men and women often satisfied themselves at mealtimes,
drank their fill of red wine and beer, and laid back to
feast once more on hard dicks and wet pussies, without
concern about who "belonged" to whom.
A cunt was made for fucking and a dick was made to
plunder that cunt. If the cunt got filled and it just
happened to be the right time of the month, a baby was
formed, otherwise the inter-connecting party(s) would
simply rest up and maybe fuck another person the next
day or night. We only got to know strict marital
responsibilities with Victorian England, led by the
queen that bore that name, in the late 15th century...
a full 1500 years after all this debauchery.
There are some very good superficial reasons why all
this took place in England. Because of Joseph's
merchant business it was a known location, where Royal
friends could help, and far from persecution. The
deeper levels of meaning require broader levels of
perspective.
Without going into detail again, I'll mention that the
Lost Tribes were headquartered in Britain. Ephraim and
Judah, were already running the country. These folks,
and their cousins that would come in later, are the
very ones who God drafted to take His message to the
world. We're looking at a plan that God set up to run
almost four thousand years ago.
He called Abraham to father the nation that would
supply the stock and the wealth for the Zarah line to
precede the Israelites into Europe, from whence they
would take the Message of Christ to the rest of the
world. Please remember when reading the following Bible
references that the House of Israel is distinct from
the House of Judah. All are Israelites (descendents of
Israel/Jacob), but only the Tribe of Judah are the
Jews. Although many of the Jews were scattered,
Jeremiah, in 50:17 is talking about the House of
Israel. We know from the context, in which he clearly
separates "the children Israel", from the "children of
Judah." (v.4,20)
Hosea echoes the scattering in chapter 1 verse 4.
First Peter is addressed to the "scattered
expatriates." The places he names are just the
locations of Israelite groups of the northeast
Mediterranean. An astounding prophecy is made by the
High Priest Caiaphas in John 11:51-52. Jesus would die
for the Jewish nation AND the ones scattered abroad
Jesus says he has other sheep "not of this
(geographical Israel) fold." John 10:16 Jesus says that
he is sent, and he sends his apostles to the "lost
sheep of the House of Israel." Why not just say Israel?
Jesus was specifying a particular group of Israelites.
Looking up the word gentiles in Strong's reveals the
definition, "a tribe; specifically a foreign(non-
Jewish) one." The Jews of Jesus' time called the Celts
and Scythians Gentiles, along with all the other folks
that didn't worship God. Yet a few understood. Like
Peter and Paul.
Paul writes to the Roman Church. The church that was
headed up by the Royal British family, a few of which
were related to him by law. He says in, Romans 15:8-12,
that Jesus, as well as minister to "the circumcision",
but also came that the Gentiles might Glorify God.
Can there be any doubt that Christianity flowed out of
Britain in the first century after the crucifixion? But
remember, Joseph of Arimathea was tied into the Royal
British family. It's just an impossible piece of
history. The Roman Emperor who decrees death to all
Christians, becomes the wing under which the Church at
Rome flourishes. He gives his daughter in marriage to
the former British King, then adopts the daughter of
his fiercest enemy, the British king Caradoc. And all
this in the midst of the bloody war with Britain.
Chapter 7
We left Glastonbury at about 8 a.m. and travelled back
out the A39, to connect to the M5 south. We travelled
down through Taunton, to the A361, and out west to
Barnstaple where we began going south again on the A30
to Bude, and on down to Newquay, where there is a
larger naturist club that has easy access to naturist
(nudist) beaches. I had called ahead and reserved their
trailer they held for foreign tourists that were not
acclimatized to British raining and the Roselan Sun
Club was very accommodating to us. We had stopped and
purchased our Lunch and now were set up at this nudist
resort. Our trip had been a very enjoyable one, today,
but we were all horny as usual and soon we were naked
and fucking once more.
The Chefs allowed us plenty of time for our lovemaking
and then cooked up a Fish n Chips meal second to none.
There were several other couples there that were
British, German and Italian, but we were the only
Americans. After the meal, everyone took off for the
beach for a brief swim, and then sat around open
campfires visiting.
The management of the Club had fixed up a small bar and
we sat on beach chairs sipping lager n limes, until we
got so wasted that we made ourselves to our
accommodations before we did something stupid. The
German couples were displaying a lot of seduction
techniques on the rest of us. Gina made it clear that
she was not going to share either Maryanne or me with
anyone!
The next morning we retreated back up the A30 north to
the little town of Padstow and we managed to obtain a
room with two beds at the Bed & Breakfast flat I had
stayed on my first visit to Padstow and the landlady
had assisted me to find the old pastor that knew about
the Jesus Well. She was very happy to see me back and
commented that my wife (who I introduced Gina as to
her, with a big smile on Gina's lips of course), and
our fellow researcher Maryanne were here to study the
Jesus Well further.
It was here that the Jesus Well is located and unless
you can study ancient England completely it is very
hard to realize the importance of this little spring.
It sets, in today's world, a good 100 feet in elevation
higher than the ocean, but was the fresh water supply
point for Joseph of Arimathea's fleet of sailing
vessels. It's actual location is about 500 feet outside
of a little village called Rock, which consists mainly
of a Queen's Post, and a golf course.
The Jesus Well itself is on the edge of the golf course
and its significance is hardly noticed because until
recently it was almost ignored. Then I came along, all
the way from the United States of America, and looked
it up and started chastising the British in general at
their almost disrespect by American standards of their
ancient sites. I must have made someone very very
embarrassed, because now I am finding websites on the
Internet that are dedicated to these sites.
There were 10 of these ancient locations where fresh
water was obtained by Jesus and Joseph of Arimathea in
their travels to and from Cornwall. The women were
amazed that I knew so much about this site. It is not
only a well of spring-like water supply, its immediate
locale was developed to a scene of permanence. Someone,
probably Jesus Himself, may have dug it out and then
built a small flintstone hut around it that includes a
flintstone/plastered roof.
Serious examination of it shows that nothing of wooden
or plant construction went into this hut... it is all
flintstone. Surrounding it to keep the wild animals and
grazing sheep and cattle out of it is yet another
flintstone wall that is about 3.5 feet high and about 2
feet thick, with a small gate-like entrance that one
must enter in a zigzag fashion and is so narrow that no
cow or sheep could ever pass through it.
In the Well itself is a Lily and I would suspect that
that Lily could well be at least as old as the Well
itself. No one was around there in the year 2001, so I
managed to stoop low and reach into the water and break
off a leaf from that lily. I have it at home with a
picture of the Well, over my fireplace encased in
plastic. Gina "just had" to bathe her naked beauty in
this Well. As soon as she got naked, Maryanne followed
and they were soon cavorting and skinny-dipping in this
cool spring water. I did not want to get in the water,
myself, but when they emerged, I was naked and waiting
for them.
The 3 of us definitely were looked upon in favor that
evening by whatever Spirits were there. Maryanne said
later that she could feel the presence of a holy image
as we lay on that grass fucking and squirming about in
what was then "holy intercourse" as I shot my seed deep
into their cervixes.
We returned to our Bed and Breakfast flat in Padstow.
The landlady had contacted the old pastor once more and
now he awaited our return from the Jesus Well. He was
very thankful that I had so decidedly refused to simply
pass the Well by, because he could so easily know its
historical value, and he felt that if an American was
interested enough to search it out then surely British
should properly identify it and put it under some kind
of protection.
He said that he had advised this to the Cornwall
Diocese of the Church of England and had been somewhat
amazed... they had gone off to the Archbishop of
Canterbury and funds had been released by HRH Queen
Elizabeth to work on a more permanent fitting and
recognition to these ancient sites. He had failed to
get my name on my last visit but he was correcting this
because the Archbishop had asked for it, and he was
phoning this information in to Canterbury that very
next day.
Of course the women had no idea that I had been so
esteemed and after the pastor left and we got to bed,
there was all sorts of activity for me to deposit my
now "enriched" sperm into their willing bellies!
The next day we left Padstow for the tin ore mines near
St. Agnes. When I had visited here before, I had had no
idea of what I would find in ancient mining diggings.
At first when I arrived I found a shale-like rock all
over the surface of the ground where the tin ore had
been dug from. I thought that perhaps this was the area
where Jesus and Joseph of Arimathea had worked, but the
mines themselves did not lend too much credence to
this.
All of this area was situated on a high shelf
overlooking a fine looking, sandy beach perhaps 300
feet below that shelf. Beaches always fascinate me so I
took a "breather" and walked down to the beach. Some
bloke recognized me as a Yank and wanted to know what I
was doing there. I explained to him about Joseph of
Arimathea's tin trade and he chuckled and said that I
had found the place for it but it was about a kilometer
north on the beach, and that I would recognize it when
I saw it.
In my search for this site I found completely natural
marble outcroppings poking their beauty out of the
beach sand. I was amazed at all this marble, obviously
going to waste. Then just beyond this marble I saw
it... a large cavern-like opening in the sea cliffs
that obviously had been chiseled by hand for its tin
ore. You could still see the results of man labor as
these ancients, including Joseph of Arimathea and Jesus
hand dug that tin ore, 2000 years ago.
The women were excitingly anxious. Both were nature
girls by nature. Now as we got down on that beach and
got past the marble outcroppings, we arrived at this
large cavern once more. The tides at this location
seldom got high at all, and investigation revealed
several ledges that were high and wide enough that no
tide would ever menace us to the point of danger, on
some of the higher ledges.
The cavern had been carved out as if following a
specific vein of tin ore, complete with nicks and
crannies similar to a stateside gold mine, except that
in most gold mines timbers had to be used to create
safety against cave-ins. This tin ore mine was laced
across its top by solid marble, like what we had seen
on the sand as we came in to this cavern's location.
The meandering of the cavern led us away from the
sometimes cold ocean breezes of the Cornwall coast to
the point that any amount of keplunking had us into a
nice warm, breezeless air in hardly any time at all.
The women wanted to sleep in this cavern tonight, and
play at being cave women one evening. We had enjoyed
thus far a nudist camp, and B&B accommodations, now
they felt it was time to be cave people. I hesitated a
bit at that, but was soon coerced into returning to the
car and getting a couple of blankets that I had had the
car rental company provide to use in case we had car
trouble someplace in the middle of the night and had to
sleep in the car on our touring. When I returned to the
cavern the women were already nude and walking about.
I lay out the blankets on a higher ledge that was quite
wide, and tore off my clothes and we were soon all
naked and jostling about. When I had returned to the
car, I had also brought back with the blankets Gina's
small radio and a couple of bottles of Sherry wine. In
he course of exploring about the cavern, Gina had found
a large collection of Mussels, and Maryanne had put her
Campfire Girls lessons to work and had built a small
fire at the entrance to the cavern. Now that I had
returned, the three naked Americans roasted Mussels and
drank wine until we were full and a little punch drunk.
We put out our campfire and crawled up to our ledge
with the blankets. I teasingly told Gina that perhaps I
needed a big wooden club to captivate my woman, caveman
style. At that both of them grabbed my hard cock and
suggested that they had already captivated all that
need captivating and once again we were fucking as if
we were the first people on Earth and had to hurry and
populate it.
The nice thing about our caveman/cavewoman experience
that night was that when we got all sticky from cumming
so much, the gentle waves of the ocean were nearby for
us to rinse ourselves off in. Ocean salt water is very
smooth feeling on one's nakedness and it was with great
pleasure that I felt the soothing effects of that
natural cleansing agent. The next morning we arose and
collected some more Mussels which we ate both raw and
cooked and washed them down with what was left over
from the wine. Then we bathed once more and got
dressed.
We hated to leave this place... we all three felt that
it would not take much for us to simply revert back to
the beginnings of the human race and live the rest of
our lives right here on this beach. In a matter of
about 20 years or so we could have quite a small town
if I kept these "wives" of mine pregnant all the time,
and perhaps if the 3 of us got tired of fucking, by
that time our sons and daughters could take up the job,
or maybe some other people would come along to
introduce new blood. We decided to keep this place in
mind for when we returned to the States, one never knew
what might lie in the future for us...
We were soon on the road, this time to Marazion, near
Penzance. Located in this bay were those large rock
outcroppings that had been hewn out by the ancients to
assist in the loading of Tin ore onto Joseph of
Arimathea's sailing vessels. The tide in Penzance bay
uses its full 6 feet (and then some) in washing back
and forth across the bay. Research has it that Joseph
of Arimathea's men would dig the Tin ore from the
cavern we had stayed in last night, and then haul it
via mostly oxcart, but some by pack mule, to Penzance
Bay, delivering it to large stationary barges adjacent
to those large rock outcroppings where it would be
placed loosely on the barge in a pile, sorta like a
pile of sand.
Then when the tide came in it would float the barge up
and the Tin ore would be shovelled onto the hewn-out
rock outcropping by yet more of Joseph's workers. Then
as the ox carts and mules returned for still more Tin
ore from the mines, those old sailing vessels would be
brought in on the next high tide and the ore would be
loaded onto them. Indications seemed to point to the
fact that it may have taken as long as a month to load
6-8 vessels with enough Tin ore to make the sailing
profitable. These large hewn-out rock outcroppings
still today, 2000 years later, show the cutting marks
of the ancient tools to hew them out from their granite
compositions. As I explained all this to the women,
they were decidedly impressed that I had studied all
this so in depth and knew about it so well.
Adjacent to those rock outcroppings was a very good
example of a more recent-day castle, in the form of St.
Michael's Mount. Of course the women "just had to" see
that castle. Never mind the 1200 steps it took
continuous to get to the base of the castle, but of
course my "wives" were not aware of the steep climb
until we were about half-way up. It was a good thing
that we had stocked my backpack with cold beer, it was
needed badly by all of us as we stopped to rest.
What can you say about St. Michael's Mount that would
do justice to this romantic island location? There was
a Benedictine Priory here, built in the 12th century as
a daughter house of Mont St. Michel in Normandy. St.
Michael's Mount is an odd mix of house, religious
retreat, and fortified castle. It was a pilgrimage
centre in the Middle Ages, converted first to a
fortress, then to a house after the Civil War by the
St. Aubin family.
Within the castle are comfortable family rooms, with
paintings by Gainsborough, among others. The former
refectory of the priory is now the Cherry Chase Room,
with a 17th century frieze depicting hunting scenes
painted on the walls. Other features of the house
include a weapons collection, Chippendale furniture,
and 18th century clothes worn by the St. Aubin family.
Reached by a boat (in summer) or via a causeway that is
covered by water at high tide.
The causeway is open for 2-5 hours daily. We spent the
better part of the rest of the day taking a tour of the
castle. Being that we were all very sexually active, we
were getting extremely horny with each other. The women
had worn their cut-off denim shorts with button-down
blouses that they had tied the shirttails of across
their tummys and just the sight of them made my dick
hard.
Maryanne was the first to see it, and she whispered
that "Don is having a problem." To which Gina glanced
at my crotch and smirked that perhaps we need to find a
bed. With that, we decided to leave and go and find a
Bed and Breakfast location. This time we needed a hotel
badly. We had enjoyed complete open lovemaking at the
cavern at St. Agnes, as we could run around naked,
fucking at will on the beach, in the cavern and on our
rock ledge to our hearts' contents.
My cock and Gina's love nest were obviously made for
each other and we could not fuck each other enough. The
hot wet confines of her vulva lips simply embraced the
side of my cock so that the mere hot wetness of them as
I slid into her heated depths would just about set me
off... her firm young titties felt like warm pillows
against my chest as I lay on her. She knew just how to
squirm and pant in heat like a dog as I would cup her
naked buttocks with my hands as I exploded deep into
her womb and shot my fishies into her baby-making nest.
At that cavern where it was warm and yet wet from the
water from the waves creeping into our heaven of lust,
as we lay fucking she totally abandoned all inhibitions
in her lust for my cock, and had gotten so excited as
she climaxed, in my plundering to shot that oily syrup
into her that she had peed herself in that lust, and I
felt that hot bathing against my balls and cock.
Normally piss stinks, but Gina's was almost like honey
in smell. I truly loved this gal and would have gladly
shrunk my entire body to the size needed to poke my
entire being deep into her tummy and stay there. Her
mouth was a conscious enactment of her lust as she
would open it, stick her tongue against my lips and
force my mouth open to intertwine my tongue with hers
and draw it out and into hers so she could suck on my
tongue in her heat as if my tongue was another cock
ready to shoot its load, too.
Our lovemaking would culminate with so much slobber,
piss, cum, pussy juice that it is a wonder that we ever
got completely dry. I couldn't help but wonder what her
Air Force Lieutenant was going to do with her if she
returned from England with my baby in her belly and he
had not been home overnight for 6 months. Baby in her
belly? More like maybe 4-6 of them with all the sperm I
had shot into her!
Maryanne fully recognized our love for each other. She
would not get so sexcited when I fucked her, but she
did seem to enjoy receiving my cum. She had gone
through one pregnancy with me as the daddy, and so she
knew what kind of lover I was. Now she wanted to
continue to bear my babies as well, but her fucking was
more designed to produce those babies, as opposed to
having out-and-out sex couplings like Gina and I
experienced. I hoped that Gina would always want to
fuck me like she had been doing... I would be dying an
extremely happy man!
As soon as we got to the base of the Mount and crossed
the 500-yard causeway that the tide normally covers
when it is in, we found the Hotel Chymorwah. This fine
old large hotel was just what we were seeking and I
quickly registered us and we proceeded to our room. We
quickly opened the door, went in, and closed it,
locking it.
The women were suddenly attacking me and my cock nearly
got broken off. I must have fucked at least a half
dozen times that night! I remember taking a break just
once and going downstairs dressed to have our Dinner
meal, but once we had completed that, we were back in
our room fucking like there was no tomorrow.
Chapter 8
The next day, we collected ourselves and were on the
road down the A394 toward Plymouth and eventually
Southampton. The women had decided to wear their micro-
miniskirted denims. Their tank tops that barely covered
their creamy breasts made me thankful that they had
nearly fucked me to death the night before. We managed
to slip into a car parking lot very close by to the
dock that the Pilgrims had sailed from so that we were
not followed by any of the local lads that would have
been trying to catch a glimpse of one of "my" white
thighs to see if it came to a "V" that did or not have
panties...
Plymouth is mostly couples with kids, with fathers that
are closely watched by mommies for that sort of thing.
This Daddy did not feel like sharing his Mommies. A
short time later we were again on the road, on the A38.
At Exeter we would briefly join the M5 and then veer
off to the east on the A30 to Honiton and then follow
the A35 to Poole and Bournemouth, and then the A348 and
A349 up to the A31 to catch the M27 into Southhampton.
As is the case on most of our travels, I had made
arrangements at most places well ahead of time before
we left the States...one does not travel in England
very much without having reservations well ahead of
time unless they want to sleep alongside the road with
a bunch of truckers or gypsies. As it turned out we
made better time than what I had expected, and got into
Southampton one day early. Thankfully I had been at the
hotel where we had reservations, previously and they
knew me and they did indeed have an open room for us.
It was just as well because we decided to stay for a
bit in Southampton and see the sights and do some
shopping. Those bare pussies and asses had been taking
their toll on me all day and once again I was ready for
some good fucking. As soon as we got checked in and
into our room, those cunts got plundered I was rapidly
becoming drained. I noticed that now when I shot a load
of cum into either of the women, that my balls seemed
to want to simply suck themselves into my lower belly
in exhaustion.
I mentioned this to Maryanne and she said that Daniel
had complained about this, as well when they had fucked
too much. She said that Tom, before Daniel and who had
"done her dirty" also had that problem when they had
been out and about in the swinger parties they attended
together. She always had attributed this in Tom to
having a rubber on as she would not let him fuck her
without one when he was with other women as she said
that he was not at all careful about STD/VD and that
she was not going to possibly endanger her chances of
having a baby or fuck herself up, otherwise with
something like AIDS.
We lay there, spent and I hated to have to make the
decision like this, I knew I had to. I lovingly told
each of the women that they would have to share me on
an every-other-night basis, so that if I fucked
Maryanne tonight it would be Gina's turn tomorrow
night, Maryanne's the next, and Gina's the next, etc.,
etc. I told them that I would fuck each of them on
their night as long as I could "last" or they wanted
"me' in their baby nests. As it turned out they were
about ready to suggest this, too, as they both advised
that sometimes their pussy lips were sore from so much
fucking.
For that night we did not fuck at all, after we had
originally climaxed. The next day after we had eaten
our Breakfasts we decided to go shopping. The women
wore the same outfits they had worn the day before. It
was probably good that I was with them and that my
stature was over 6 feet 4 inches high and that I was
considered to be a solid piece of muscle by most
people, otherwise they would have been surely raped by
some of these longshoremen that were gawking at us just
about every place we went. Southampton is to England
what San Pedro, California, is to the western U.S.A.
All of England's cruise ships depart and arrive there
and sailors and dockworkers abound there.
Southampton is the sailing and arrival point for
England's QEII and was the departure point for the ill-
fated Titanic's maiden and only voyage that put her on
the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean in 1912. Southampton
is the arrival point for hundreds of thousands of GIs
from the United States of America that came to Europe
to defeat the Nazis.
I took the women down to the dock where the Titanic had
sailed. It has a marble plaque sunk into the ground
commemorating those lost souls with each of their
names. Gina's grandmother had had a sister from Naples,
Italy, that was on that ill-fated ship and she found
her great-aunt's name, which brought tears to her eyes.
I gently held my beauty to my chest and cuddled her and
kissed away her tears.
She said that she remembered her Grandmother well
talking about this lost sister from the time she (Gina
was a little girl) until her grandmother had passed
away. Some of the bodies had been found, and pulled out
of their watery grave to be buried in Newfoundland, but
as far as her lost one was concerned she did not think
they ever found her body.
That night was Gina's turn for sex. As she and I lay in
bed murmuring sweet nothings to each other she lovingly
asked that I made sure she was impregnated on this trip
because she wanted to, if the baby was a girl, to name
the baby after her lost Great-Aunt. I thought this was
awfully sweet of her and told her so. All night that
night she seemed like she could not get enough of my
hard cock or my syrupy sperm-filled cum. This woman was
not just a fuck, she was THE example of what mommy-hood
and wife-hood was all about!
I was falling in love with another man's wife and I had
decided that when we got back to the States, he was
going to shape up as a husband or else he could take
that big ole bird up in the sky and fuck it to his
heart's content because I was going to see to it that
he and the entire U.S. Air Force if that was what it
took, would no longer look at Gina as being an Air
Force dependent, except as how a divorce court would
rule on an ongoing desertion petition to separate a
marriage.
Chapter 9
The next morning we dressed and ate Breakfast and then
left the hotel, driving about Southampton for a bit,
before heading out on the A36 to Salisbury, where
Stonehenge is located. We spent the night in Salisbury
at a B&B, and got up early the next morning to go out
to the Salisbury plains to Stonehenge before the
authorities and tourist buses arrived there at this
ancient site.
Someone had told me once that if you could somehow
sneak into the circle of those rings and fuck, it would
be the most erotic fuck you ever had, what with the Ley
Line magnetic fields affecting you. I was not
disappointed. We got there just before the sun came up
and sneaked in across the fields. We were not alone...
4 other couples had the same idea and the 8 of them,
with the 3 of us were all cavorting naked in amongst
the stones.
I managed to get Maryanne up on top of one of them and
just as the sun came up that morning I was shooting her
cervix full of my baby juice. She later said that she
had never experienced such a climax in her life...it
was like the ancients had come back in their spiritual
form and had raped her!
We left Stonehenge just as the first of the park
rangers began showing up. They stopped us and wanted to
know if they could help us... we were thankful that
they had not been there earlier or there might have
been 3 American assholes sitting in the Tower of London
for awhile until our American Ambassador could come and
get us. We had a long drive ahead of us. We were going
to try to make it to the Bridge Hotel in Brandon,
Suffolk, by nightfall.
At one time when I was in the Air Force at RAF
Lakenheath, this would have been nearly impossible to
do, what with little or no "freeway" type roads in
England, except for the main ones of the M1, M4, M5,
etc. Now there were many more wider and multi-laned A-
series ones and one did not have to slow down every 5-
10 miles on them to pass through some village that used
to accommodate horses and buggies quite well. We made
it to Brandon about 4 p.m. and checked into the Bridge
Hotel. This B&B is very accommodating, setting on the
River Little Ouse, with a nice picnic area type park.
The one king-size bed afforded the 3 of us plenty of
room, as if we needed it... that night was Maryanne's
turn to be fucked. Gina made all this simple by staying
downstairs to watch the telly while I "fed" Maryanne
her share of my cum. She wasn't needing very much of
it...she said that she felt like that baby was already
beginning its growth and development in her womb. I
could well recall how her first pregnancy went and this
time my cock was feeling very familiar.
In Maryanne's first pregnancy with me, the one that her
husband Daniel did not seem to know that little Danny
was not his child, it had been a mysterious
impregnation. Maryanne and I both felt that I was in
fact the daddy, but Daniel had fucked her as well that
night. She had begun her ovulating earlier that morning
and Maryanne and Daniel had planned to go out that
evening for a wining and dining "date" as a married
couple. She said that their plans were to have a nice
evening, and then come back home and fuck, hoping to
start their young family that night.
I had been at that restaurant, eating a meal with a hot
date I had that night. Beverly was a slut of sorts, but
good for a good fuck most of the time, if one wined and
dined her and made her feel important. I was making her
feel important, and about midway through our meal, she
had to go to the powder room. She had to walk right by
Daniel and Maryanne, and Daniel could not take his eyes
off her scantily clad figure.
Something was drastically wrong with this asshole, I
thought, as Maryanne was about 4 times better looking
than Beverly, and appeared to be much more decent in
behavior and dress, as well. Beverly's boobs were
barely covered, and it would not have taken much to
find out that she did not have any underwear on,
inasmuch as her garters were showing as well as the
tops of her stockings which appear to be almost at her
cunt lips.
This infuriated Maryanne, and I could hear her
chastising Daniel over it. It got worse and worse. I
felt badly for Daniel, because I knew that Beverly was
a slut and that she had probably provoked it. But the
damage was done, and I heard her tell Daniel "You can
have that pig, I'm going home."
Apparently they had been that route before because he
just sat there and watched her leave. About that time
Beverly came out of the Women's and seeing Maryanne no
longer sitting there, pulled up a chair and sat down
with Daniel. I went outside to see if I could find this
estranged wife. She was out under the entrance canopy,
sobbing, obviously very disgusted.
We did not know each other, so I introduced myself as
the date that that woman had that night that had caught
the attention of her husband. As soon as I said that
she looked at me and she could see that I was likewise
a bit sad, and before I knew it we were in each others
arms, cuddling and feeling sorry for ourselves.
As we held each other tenderly, I could feel this young
blond wife's body through the light dress she was
wearing. Her tits were almost boring their roundness
into my chest. I surrounded her back with my arms as
she lay her face into the nape of my neck, sobbing. I
began stroking her back and she seemed to open herself
to my comforting of her. I could feel my cock begin to
thicken and I did not want to scare her off by letting
her feel it against her tummy, so I backed off a bit. I
cupped her chin and raised her face to look at me and
then suggested to her that she allow me to take her
home.
She could sense a caring attitude about me, and gladly
thanked me, saying that she did not feel like going
back in there to confront her husband again, but that
she did not have a way home. She said that when she had
come outside she was thinking of trying to catch a
taxi, but was dismayed that none were around. I then
took her hand and led her to my car, opened the door
for her and let her get in, before slipping around to
the driver's side, getting in and easing our way out of
the parking lot.
Her house was a good 20 minute drive away. We
introduced ourselves and after we had left the parking
lot and were on a major boulevard, she seemed to relax
a bit and slipped in the seat over closer to me. We
began discussing what had happened back there at the
restaurant, and it was very obvious, this husband of
hers had definitely slipped off his rocker and made a
bad judgment.
I told her about Beverly, and how she was little more
than a whore who if treated decently would gladly lay
down and take on all comers that had treated her right.
She, Maryanne, chuckled and said that there seemed to
be "all kinds in this world". She said that while sex
was sometimes great that it was nothing to be bantered
about for a good meal, or a good drunk, or both.
She said that she loved sex, too, but that there was a
time and place for everything. She said that in her
case that tonight had been something special because
she and her husband had agreed earlier that tonight
after they returned home that they had decided to start
their family. Now she did not know what she was going
to do... she had waited 3 long years of marriage to get
both of them into decent jobs earning the right kind of
money so they could just about give their kids
EVERYTHING, and then "he had to go and ruin it with
that little whore!"
I was a little mystified and told her so. She looked at
me a bit and then decided perhaps a bit of honesty was
in order. She said that just that morning she had
started ovulating and that tonight was an excellent
time for them to start their family. She apologized for
being so blunt to me because as she said, she barely
knew me. But she said that my kindness to her had
already told her a lot about me and said that she hoped
that I would not be too embarrassed by what she had
just now told me.
She began giving me directions to get to her street and
to her house. I pulled into the driveway and she
removed the automatic garage door opener and opened the
garage door, advising me that she wanted me to put my
car in the garage quickly so the neighbors did not see
it so they wouldn't have anything to gossip about. I
thought to myself... this gal was planning for me to be
at her house for some time, and I did not argue the
point.
As soon as the garage door was shut, she was getting
out of the car and asked for me to come in and have a
cup of coffee. I followed her in to her kitchen, and
she began making the coffee. Then she excused herself
to "run upstairs" and asked that I sit at the kitchen
table while she was gone. In about 10 minutes time she
returned, this time dressed in a long bathrobe, and she
began fixing a cup of coffee for me. She needed my
assistance to reach to the top shelf to get the
Coffeemate. I reached up and pulled open the cabinet
door and got the Coffeemate and as I came back down she
was standing right next to me and my arms slid against
her robed breast.
I could tell that there was little underneath that
bathrobe other than pure woman. I turned to her and she
murmured that my soft slipping against her breast had
"felt good". Then she was in my arms, in heated panting
as I slipped my arms beneath her bathrobe to cup her
naked body, as she reached down to undo my belt on my
pants, unbutton my shirt and practically tear my
clothes from my body.
My cock was hard and stiff and wanted one place to go
to We slipped to the floor and we were then naked, and
she opened her legs wide as I crawled up to plant my
mouth against hers in heated lust. I could feel my hard
cock slip deep into her pussy and then we began a
pistoning action that if a wheel had been attached we
probably would have registered at least 5000 wpm!
Then I felt my gonads begin to work and I was afraid it
was just going to be matter of time, so I began to try
to pull my cock from her depths. She could feel it,
too, and began a bucking motion beneath me and cried at
me to cum in her. I was a bit fearful, I did not want
to exactly impregnate another man's wife but she seemed
to want otherwise. And then it happened...
I was shooting volleys of sperm-loaded cum into her
depths. She would not let me leave her home all night
that night. The next morning I did leave, and it was
good thing, too.
Daniel had fucked Beverly all night at her apartment
but had gotten up to come home to his wife afterwards.
He had come home to start his family by fucking his
wife. He apologized to her and she did let him fuck
her, but both she and I had that old familiar
feeling... she had gotten caught, on my fertile fluids.
It would be 3 months later that Maryanne called me...
she had missed her period and was sure that I had given
her my baby that night long ago.
She said that it could have been Daniel's but that she
was almost sure it was mine. She said that she would
never tell Daniel otherwise because it had served him
right to allow that slut to "turn his head" when they
had agreed to start their family that night. She
started her family alright, but I was the one who had
obviously impregnated her.
Daniel was no one the wiser. He had remembered fucking
her that morning after he had returned from fucking
Beverly, so he thought he was the one that had knocked
her up. We never did tell him differently and in
watching him with little Danny, I was very proud that
he was raising my son. But little Danny had my
features... my nose, my hair, my webbed toe that all
men in my family have. To be on the safe side and
without Maryanne knowing it, I took a hair from little
Danny's head and had it analyzed in a comparison to
mine for DNA.
His DNA could not have been identified with Daniel's,
it matched mine perfectly. I have never told Maryanne
this, but I'm sure her womanly instinct told her just
about the same thing.
I had an adopted sister, with her two brothers and
their mother in Brandon. Genelle had been born in the
United States to an American father near to where I am
from, and British mother earlier, and the British
mother got to the point that she did not enjoy living
in the USA in that rural remote area of Washington
State, so she returned to England with her children.
Soon the father would follow.
I had gotten to know them all quite well when I was
stationed at RAF Lakenheath, and they treated me just
like they had another son. Now that I was back in
Brandon, with the two women that were becoming Mommies
to my babies, I very much wanted to share my new
partners with at least Genelle. I had written a post
card to them upon our arrival at Heathrow to let them
know that while I did not know for sure when we would
arrive in Brandon, that we were in country and that
perhaps in a couple of weeks we would see them.
I added that I had a couple of surprises for them...
they had always tried in the past to match-make me with
an English lass. They had almost succeeded a couple of
times, but the "casual adultery" thing had stymied
that, that I previously described here.
I took both Gina and Maryanne to my "adopted" home.
Thankfully they had both brought along some long
granny-style dresses because sans panties they hardly
would have been very presentable in my adopted family
at first sight. I cautioned them that until this family
got used to them and knew them better that I expected
them to be quite ladylike, because these people were
important to me.
Both Maryanne and Gina were warmly accepted. In fact
Genelle got along with both of them so well that she
was proposing to do a "sisterly" thing and take them to
Bury St. Edmunds to shop tomorrow. She suggested that I
might like to go to RAF Lakenheath and look up old
friends whilst they were gone shopping.
I could just about imagine what kind of shopping they
would do in Bury St. Edmunds, I recalled that Marks and
Spencer Department Stores had a very good store there
that half a day could be spent there. Also at Bury St.
Edmunds was the Bury Abbey, a very popular one that the
Magna Carta had been signed off on that gave the
English-speaking world our civil rights.
Genelle wanted to know if they might be interested in
seeing it and they both replied to the affirmative
because that was the main reason we had come to England
this time in the first place... we did not get into all
the fucking that just the 3 of us knew about. Maryanne
and I had fucked earlier that day, so we all retired
early to bed after visiting Genelle and her family.
The next morning I delivered the women to Genelle's and
was soon on my way to RAF Lakenheath to see whom all I
might be able to find. I visited my old office at Base
Housing. Lynn Massey was still there. Lynn and I had
spent a lot of time together as co-workers but she was
always being "hit on" by one of our other co-workers,
so I never did try to interfere, although I don't think
that John Haynes was ever successful in breaking her
cherry.
Now the coast was clear, that co-worker was no longer
there but had been reassigned to the United States.
Lynn was just as foxy looking as she had ever been,
just a couple of years older. She still was not
married. She was very surprised to see me, dropping her
work and coming straight at me in front of everyone,
throwing her arms around me in a tight hug! She had
visited my flat a couple of times with John when I had
held a private party there that was left over from our
Airman's Club partying late at night.
She liked to drink, but she knew when to say "No", and
as far as I could tell she was maybe saving herself for
the guy she would marry, maybe even until her wedding
night. She had flowing long blond hair that reached to
her waist and creamy white skin. Her teeth were almost
an obstacle in their buck-teeth setting but her mouth
and face lent to many imaginative fantasies about how
she might be able to make our cocks whistle!
Lynn had left school at the age of 15, which is allowed
in England. She had learned administration well and had
applied for and been accepted for a job with the
Ministry of Defense at RAF Lakenheath, where they had
assigned her to the Base Housing Office. That is where
we had met. We hit it off right away in our efforts to
find and secure family housing for U.S. military and
civilian personnel newly assigned to the bases both at
RAF Lakenheath and the nearby one at RAF Mildenhall.
She was now 18 years old. I enjoyed the looks of this
little vixen in my arms. She had on a loosely pleated
mini-skirt and an open V-necked sweater. She still had
a beautiful body. She was a slender girl with big full
breasts, and a nice ass that connects to legs so long
it seemed like they go all the way to her neck. She had
the perfect hour glass figure that all women dream of.
I am happy that she knew what she had, with no John
Haynes around she seemed to want to make sure I knew
that she knew how to use it.
I released her from our warm embrace and stood back,
suggesting that she should maybe get back to work to
the people standing in line to be served. She replied
"Okay, but don't you even try to get away. You sit
right there and stay there, we have so much to talk
about!" She had a subtle way of flirting with me. Now
that I am in my thirties it feels good to have these
young girls flirt with me from time to time it lets me
know I still got it. Obviously she had thought she'd
never see me again, and now she has seen me again and
she ain't going to let me go away anytime soon.
Her short pleated skirt came down to about mid-thigh on
those still white beauties. Her ample breasts seemed to
fill out her sweater quite abundantly. I never did know
the sizes of them because I never did get to fuck her
before. Now it looked good... I may get into her
panties on this trip, judging by the way she was acting
since I had just observed since I walked into the door
to the Housing office this time. I couldn't take my
eyes off of her remarkable cleavage as it showed under
her V-necked sweater. I wanted to rub my dick between
that cleavage and come on her face.
Lynn made me stay until her Lunch time. She asked for
the afternoon off, because of my visit and it was
granted to her. She started to gather her belongings. I
noticed when she bent over to put on her shoes she
didn't have any underwear on and I got an instant
erection. I was trying hard to hide this by turning
from anyone that might have observed it. When I turned
back I realized that Lynn hadn't missed it because she
was staring at my crotch with a little grin on her
face.
Reluctantly I escorted her out to my car and we left
the base. I figured that if we went somewhere I could
sit down with her and talk to her and explain to her
that I was currently involved with a couple of American
wives who were going to have my babies. She wasn't
"having it". She explained that John Haynes had done
her dirty by not marrying her and then shipping off to
a place that was not very safe. She said that she had
never heard from him again. She remembered me and she
remembered that I had often given her those looks like
I really wanted to fuck her and she had been too blind
to see this.
We drove to Newmarket in complete silence. As we
entered the town she wanted to know where we were going
and I told her... "Lynn, Honey, I have always wanted
you, and I think you want me, too, but I cannot fuck
you right now. I only want to hold you and we console
each other of what could have once been." At that she
just grinned and her eyes sparkled. She turned to me in
the seat and her lips formed "I want to fuck you." I
could not wait to find a hotel room. This time she not
only caught me but saw just how excited I was.
When we got to a hotel she knew about and we got
registered and in our room, she once again said she
knew I wanted her. A hotel room with its privacy was
definitely the wrong place for me at this time, but I
figured that if I got her naked and she saw me naked
that maybe that would be all she would want? She began
slip the sweater off her body. She was not wearing a
bra.
I wanted to touch her breasts so bad, but I knew it was
wrong. She was just a kid. I mean she was a woman now,
but I had committed myself to Gina and Maryanne. They
were hopefully carrying my babies in their tummies at
this very moment and here I am in a strange hotel about
to fuck an old co-worker? She grabbed my hand and put
it on her lovely bosom. My cock started jumping in my
pants. She asked me to tell her I wanted her. I
couldn't--it was wrong, but I really did want her so
bad. I was so mixed up...with confusing thoughts!
She then reached over and started rubbing her hand
along the length of my cock. She said that she had
often wondered how big I was in the cock department,
but she knew that John and I were extremely close
friends and co-workers and she was afraid we might
start bickering or fighting over her. She told me she
never had one this large before and would really enjoy
riding it all I had to do was tell her how bad I wanted
her. I felt such a desire I have never felt in my life.
Why was she doing this to me?
I knew she probably had plenty of guys that wanted to
give it to her all the time. Why did she have to tempt
ME, little old ME? I have never been unfaithful to Gina
and Maryanne and could not bring myself to do so. I
never thought I would ever be weak enough to allow
myself in a situation like this. She began to unzip my
pants. Part of me knew I had to stop her but the other
part wouldn't let me. She pulled out my now throbbing
dick. She started to stroke it. I couldn't believe
this. She told me all I had to say was that I wanted
her and I could have her. She had such an evil grin on
her face. She began stroking harder and faster.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back. Next thing I
knew she had put her head in my lap. She took my whole
cock into her mouth and down her throat. She was
groaning making soft vibrations that drove me wild. Her
blond head was bobbing up and down on my cock with such
passion. It felt as though she was trying to suck my
balls dry. I reached up under her skirt and started
fondling her ass. My pants and underwear were soon on
the floor.
She looked up at me and told me to say it. I closed my
eyes and told her how much I wanted her. I wanted to
ram my cock into her young sweet pussy. With that she
straddled me. Her big firm tits right in my face. I
couldn't control myself anymore I reached up and
grabbed them. I started playing with her nipples and
pulled one to my mouth. I started sucking on while
massaging the other with my fingers.
She lunged herself onto me. I slipped right into her
wet pussy. I felt her young snatch surround my rock
hard shaft. I felt my head hit her cervix and she let
out a loud moan. She was riding my dick like I have
never been ridden before. She was bouncing up and down
with all of her might making sure I hit the bottom with
every thrust. All I could see were those nice tits
swinging in my face. I started to devour them sucking
and pinching, leaving passion marks all over them. This
was my wildest fantasy coming true.
Her body started thrashing uncontrollable, I knew she
was ready to come. This made my balls tighten and I
could feel my own orgasm start. She started screaming
telling me to fuck her harder. That did it and I lost
my load. I shot my sperm deep into her. When she came I
could feel the suctioning of her pussy against my cock.
Her whole body was shaking. Her pussy was sucking every
sperm out of my body.
When she finished she gave me a deep passionate kiss.
She told me how much she had wanted me all of this time
and I was better than her fantasy of me had been. With
that she slipped on her sweater, fixed her skirt and
sat there with her cunt exposed, the hemline on her
skirt around her waist, waiting for me to dress. My
dick was still exposed, sticky from the mixture of her
pussy juices and my cum. I noticed all of the cum
seeping from her pussy lips.
We were then headed out the door to return to the base,
so she could grab her things and go home to Lakenheath
Village. That was fine ass and for a brief moment it
was mine. I was very disgusted with John Haynes and I
envied the SOB who had busted Lynn Massey's cherry, as
if it wasn't for Haynes it could have been me.
Chapter 10
I dropped my latest conquest off at her father's pub
and journeyed on back to Brandon. It was a good thing
that Genelle had taken the women shopping... quite
frankly they had "shopped 'till they dropped". They
were not in any shape to get naked and fuck. The stint
I had enjoyed with Lynn had thoroughly depleted my
balls of any sperm. As we visited, Genelle and her
brothers and their wives, and myself, Gina and
Maryanne, I discovered that my "wives" had enjoyed
tremendous camaraderie with my adopted sister today and
that this was beginning to "roll over" into an in-depth
relationship with Genelle's sisters-in-law, too.
I could barely contain my enthusiasm when Kathy and
Barbara suggested that they take Dina and Maryanne,
with Genelle of course, shopping to Cambridge the next
day. Of course I made it look like I objected, but I
have found that the more you object to something
usually those people that are being affected by the
objection only want to do the action all the more. So
now I had another day of freedom while the women
shopped.
I couldn't stop thinking about Lynn Massey. That night
I dreamt of her. I was afraid a little that I might
begin talking in my sleep about her. My cock stayed
hard all night that night thinking about her little
shaved pussy that I had so wondrously fucked so hard
that day.
My dick got so rock hard I was in serious need of some
release. The next morning after the women left for
Cambridge, I could hardly wait to get to the base. I
had called from our hotel phone and talked to Lynn on
the phone and advised we could fuck all day today if
she could get off work and we could find a place. We
had a place... her bedroom at the Pub. Her parents were
going to London today on business and we had the
upstairs living quarters to ourselves. She had
complained to her boss that she was starting her
"monthly" and was experiencing severe cramping. He had
always let her off work because of the pain she
suffered.
By the time I got to the base my dick was rock hard and
in need of some release. She was waiting in the parking
lot and as soon as she saw me coming she rapidly opened
the door and jumped into my car. It only took about 15
minutes and we were in her bedroom undressing, throwing
our clothes every which way. I was slid my big stiff
cock into her nice sweet pussy made just for me. I
enjoyed watching my dick slide in and out of her. I
reached around and grabbed her breasts. This British
cunt definitely was made for fucking.
We fucked all day that day and she left trails of my
cum juices that seeped from her womb, all over her bed.
I could not imagine what was really going on...until I
was about to leave and go back to Brandon. Instead of
her being on the rag as she had claimed to her
supervisor in order to get off work, she had begun
ovulating that morning, and she had been fucking me all
day long so she could get pregnant with my baby.
She wanted me to take her to the States. I told her
that that was a little impossible until at least I had
told Gina and Maryanne about our last two days of
activity, and she said that that was okay... she could
wait.
That night as I lay half naked in my bathrobe that was
not belted shut after taking a shower in my room, there
was a knocking on my door. The Bridge Hotel has those
little peeking holes like a front door so I opened mine
to see who it was. It as Katrina, Kathy's daughter. I
asked her to wait while I got "decent" and chuckled a
bit and said that it was okay that she had seen a naked
man before. With that I opened the door and this cheeky
little fox came right in past me, causing my robe to
bellow out showing my nakedness. She reached down and
slipped her hand over my hardening cock, milking it.
I could barely contain myself and I soon had her in my
arms, stripping her naked and then I lay her in my arms
and onto the bed and was soon slipping my hardness into
her hot belly. I only lasted about 20 seconds and I
came hard into her with her crying out at me to give
her all I had, deep into her belly. She then told me
that she had come over to let me know that her mother,
aunts and my wives had all decided to stay the night in
Cambridge and go to the opera there. And she teasingly
told me that she was interested in her and I having our
own "opera" that night in my bed. We fucked all night
with me cumming in her half a dozen times.
Later, about 3 months after we got back to the States,
I got a nice letter from Katrina. We had made little
Jamie that night in my hotel room. She was not
interested in coming to the States, as her boyfriend
had thought he had impregnated her and was marrying
her. But she said that if I ever got back to Brandon
she would definitely like to visit me in my hotel room
to try to make a sister for Jamie.
The next day the women all returned to Brandon. I
didn't know how I was going to haul all this stuff
around that they had bought, "just shopping". We still
had a few days to go, and one of those days was being
special guests of the owner of Harrad's in London.
Frantically I began searching... I found an American
bloke who was a crew chief on a C-141 at Mildenhall,
and he was agreeable to putting all we wanted onto his
plane as he and his crew returned to McChord AFB.
He knew of Gina and her husband and said that he would
give all this stuff to Gina's husband when he got home.
I largely suspected that Gina's husband was the pilot
of that airplane, but I did not pursue it, and I surely
did not tell Gina my suspicions, but only that "this
guy from McChord I found over at RAF MIldenhall was
taking her stuff home for us."
We then left Brandon. I could see tears form in
Katrina's eyes and one time when the rest of them
looked away at an ambulance going up the street, I
briefly kissed Katrina goodbye as she reached down and
gently cupped my cock and balls through my shorts. Then
we were on the road again, this time on the A11 back
down to Newmarket and on over to Cambridge and toward
Northampton.
We had Althorp as our destination, the scene of many
weekend excursions for when I was in the Air Force at
RAF Lakenheath. We got in to the R&R hotel where I had
made our reservations. After I "drained" myself in
Gina's nest once more, we went downstairs to the bar
and had a few drinks. When we met there, I met an old
friend...Ivan, and we began discussing the late
Princess of Wales, whom we both had known well as a
little girl. We were joint friends with her daddy.
I told Ivan that I was looking forward to the next day
of visiting Althorp House and seeing how they had fixed
it all up after that awful accident. He replied that he
thought I was going to be disappointed, that the news
media had ruined her life--even after she had been
killed.
He emphasized that her urn holding her ashes were not
on that island, nor was her body, as he told me about
him meeting the train in Northampton and the young
princes and Prince Charles, and Charley Spencer at the
train station to escort them to the Little Bringham
church just outside Althorp grounds and put the vial of
Diana's ashes in her father's crypt.
I had asked him why they wanted to misinform the public
like this and he said "Two reasons! One was that the
thousands that each year from all over the world, to
see Diana's urn obviously allowed the little village
church to not be worn to a frazzle as they trespassed
about and seemed to be constantly "collecting"
souvenirs and whatever from someplace "important"
(there was even a bit of concern expressed that they
might eventually get past those bars securing that
crypt and steal parts of the crypt, or even the Urn
itself, not to mention a piece of her ashes); and the
second being that at 5 British Pounds per entry ticket,
that those tickets made a lot of money to help keep all
this beauty very much alive and cared for.
Later conversation with Charley Spencer, currently the
Earl Spencer would not reveal for sure where Diana's
ashes were specifically at, but he sorta admitted to
this factual reality by saying, "You know, you are very
much right!!", as publicly he advised that the setting
of that large "Urn" we see setting on that island in
that pond was "the depiction of what Diana in death,
is".
I took the next day to show the women around Althorp as
I had once knew it (I refer the reader to another story
I wrote and is posted on Stories Online, under the
heading of "Diana Spencer") for all my experience in
the past of Diana and of course the Spencers. Both Gina
and Maryanne were equally impressed of my knowledge of
Althorp House and my relationship to them.
Maryanne and I had been working together at the Los
Angeles office of Y.S. Line when the late Princess had
married Prince Philip and I made that startling
discovery in 1980 by seeing her daddy on television
escort her down the aisle at Westminster Abbey. She
recalled my excitement I showed at work the next day. I
felt proud as she explained my behavior of that day to
Gina.
That night as I made love to Gina, she whispered
sweetly in my ear that she did not want to feel
selfish, but that she fully understood how if it had
not been for Diana's awful and tragic death that she,
Gina, might have never known me, because I was headed
straight into Diana's arms, in the route she and I had
been pursuing. I told her how wrong she was, and she
argued back that Dohdi el Fayed had just been an
excuse... that a woman knows... that she thought that
deep down inside of Diana's mind that she had an
ulterior motive to be my American wife. Not being a
woman, I could not address that.
Our trip to Glastonbury was drawing to a close, but we
had yet another couple of places to visit. One took us
back toward Norwich. Little Walsingham is not on many
maps, yet it is the site of a very important
development in Christianity. It was here that a lady
had a dream one night in 1061 A.D., who had never been
outside of Norfolk in her life. In that dream she
dreamt that she had been ordained by God to build an
exact replica of the site in Bethlehem where the Christ
child had been born of the Virgin Mary. ("God sent the
angel Gabriel to a city of Galilee called Nazareth,
where a Virgin dwelt, betrothed to a man of David's
lineage; his name was Joseph, and the Virgin's name was
Mary. Into her presence the angel came, and said,
'Hail, thou who art full of grace; the Lord is with
thee; blessed art thou among women." [Luke 1:26-28].
It was 1,000 years later that a woman called Richeldis
de Faverches, widow and Lady of the Manor, was said to
have encountered a vision. The Virgin Mary appeared to
her on three occasions, seen in the setting of the
house in Nazareth. Richeldis was dictated the exact
dimensions of the house and instructed to build it in
the village.
She immediately set her builders and carpenters to work
on the special task. However, their despondent return -
on that day- told of a disappointing start to the
project. That night, unable to sleep, Richeldis heard
singing that seemed to emanate from the unfinished
structure. As she rushed towards the site she was
amazed to see angels departing from the completed
structure.
Her further surprise was that it had been moved some
200 or more feet! The following morning the workmen
agreed that the house had been completed in a manner
far beyond their capabilities, standing 'solid as a
rock' on its new foundations.
Later Richeldis de Faverches would visit the actual
Bethlehem under sponsorship of the Aramathean Church at
Glastonbury and find for herself the exact duplication
of the site at that location of what the angels had
built at Walsingham.
Today, some nearly 1000 years later pilgrims still hold
a special reverence service at this location. We did a
grand escorted tour of this ancient site. The women
kept giggling to themselves and I asked Gina why. She
looked at Maryanne as if she could not understand what
I meant. So I asked Maryanne and she looked at Gina and
answered similarly. Finally Gina said that she could
not understand it, but that she felt just like
giggling. I figured...Women!!!
After our tour of the ancient shrine, we found a room
at the Black Lion Hotel in Walsingham. We were going to
get naked and thoroughly enjoy a 3-some in sex tonight,
fornicating to our hearts' desires. But as we stripped
off all our clothes, we could feel a presence that
wasn't quite defined but each of us felt it.
Gina's nipples became very pointed and erect, my cock
would not harden, and Maryanne's pussy got very dry,
where it would normally be extremely wet at the sight
of my cock. Something was strange that was happening to
us. We all lay down together. We felt lust but could
not seem to do anything about it.
Then we heard it... something was telling us to simply
enjoy our lives together, that what we had been doing
on this trip with an ulterior motive of the women
getting pregnant with my babies had been accomplished,
and there was no need for us, tonight to fuck because
both Gina and Maryanne had 'caught' and my sperm
fishies were now cavorting with eggs in both of their
bodies. God told us to refrain from sex tonight, and
that He would reward us with yet more, tomorrow night
at another location in a scenario that we could not
understand just yet.
Chapter 11
NOTE: There has been some readership in this story that
has shown some interest in "references", "websites",
etc., etc. In areas that seem to indicate a bit of fact
in this fantasy story, where those references are
possible, plain common sense and knowledge of the
Internet will dictate locations of "websites". For
example: Enter "Glastonbury" into your Search mode and
all sorts of references appear.
Likewise for "Ley Lines", "Joseph of Arimathea",
"Little Walsingham", etc., etc. If I could find these
in my early Theological research as a student, I'm sure
you can, too. My later years of actually going there
was quite a nice experience.
The next morning we awoke feeling refreshed. I could
see a small swell to Maryanne's naked tummy that did
not seem to be there before. It was located just below
as she stood, to her navel. I reached down with my
mouth and kissed it as we lay naked, the 3 of us on
that bed. Maryanne teasingly slapped my mouth away,
reminding me of God's instructions the night before.
We got showered and dressed and packed our stuff out to
the car. We went back into the hotel and had our
Breakfast, and then left for Oxford. One of my cousins
from the Philippines had a daughter, Gigi, who was
working on her Master's in International Business at
Oxford University, and I had been in touch with her
previously with her instructions to me that "if you are
ever in England..." Well, you know how that goes...
EXCEPT I did not expect to find this...
I had not seen Gigi since she was about 13 years old.
Now she had completed college in Manila and had gone on
to her Master's program overseas, this being Oxford
University. Her mother, who was divorced from my cousin
had stayed in contact with her ex-husband's cousin
(me). My cousin had gone back into the jungles after
the divorce and remarried with a girl that was about
the same age as Gigi, and took up residence there,
taking up the local traditions and customs of Filipino
tribal life.
I could not fault him for that... what I was doing with
Gina and Maryanne largely resembled that kind of
"tribal life" except we were doing it in what some
might call a "civilized society". Sometimes I have
often laid awake at night questioning myself to wonder
it was all worth it. All this talk about "adultery",
married sex, "thou shalt not(s)", etc., etc., made me
doubt and even question a lot of things that was
supposed to be good for me.
Gigi's dad and I had discussed this and I had to give
him credit... he may have been onto something highly
healthful-- mentally. His siblings had stayed on to a
civilized world, and in looking at their lives, it even
got more confusing. One of his brothers supported his
larger than normal family by working in international
commerce which did not allow him to spend more than a
couple months a year at home with his wife and kids.
The other had several kids as well, but was constantly
having to work long hours just to make ends meet. Their
father, my uncle, had lived his life similarly...
working long hours in the Philippines after he took his
honorable discharge from the U.S.Army at the end of
World War II, but never being able to live at home with
his wife and sons, except when he was off work on the
weekends.
Gigi had just sent me a letter telling me about how to
get to her apartment, in the event that I found out on
short notice that I might be coming to England. So with
that in mind, we managed to, upon arriving in Oxford,
to drive right to her apartment. I got out of the car
and went to her door and pressed the buzzer. After a
short wait, the door opened and there stood my cousin.
She had been apparently been showering and her hair was
wet. She had thrown on a robe and it was obvious...
there could not have been anything more than Gigi
underneath that bath robe.
This little hot Filipina had grown...and her American
Pennsylvania Dutch Lutheran blood from her grandfather
and my uncle had done wonders for her Negroid Filipina
features, with her long hair and obviously well-rounded
breasts. She was surprised at seeing me and she swooped
into my arms in a tight embrace.
It was about all I could do to keep from slipping my
hands beneath her robe to see just what those young
asscheeks and titties felt like. But I had a couple of
vixens in the car watching this spectacle on Gigi's
doorstep, and I had come this far, I did not need a
couple of jealous American women that were carrying my
babies in their bellies getting pissed at me.
I turned toward the direction of my car and motioned
for both of them to come to where I was at. They got
out, locking the car doors and came over. I introduced
them to Gigi as my wives, who smiled at me as if to say
that this plural marriage thing must run in my mother's
family as her grandfather had had 2 wives as well, and
then went to the Philippines in WWII and got yet a
third over there...her grandmother. She ushered us into
her living room and invited the women to sit, while she
asked that I come upstairs to "talk" while she got
dressed.
We had to walk around a wall to get to the staircase
and it was about all I could do to keep my hands to
myself as she climbed those steep stairs ahead of me,
my face nearly in her ass. Now I knew it... her
bathrobe did not cover her ass very well as she went up
those stairs slightly bent over. She glanced back and
saw me watching her.
We were out of sight of the women, and she had little
inhibitions, so she reached down and pulled up on the
hemline of her robe to wrap it around her waist, and
told me that if I saw something I liked that perhaps I
should touch it, cuddle it? I could not move fast
enough and soon had her cradled in my arms as I
finished our ascent to her bedroom. Then I lay her on
her bed and quickly tore my clothes off and she opened
her legs to receive me as I first poked at her enlarged
vulva lips and then found that wonderful spot and got
my helmet slightly into it as I tried to slide hotly
into her heated depths.
I felt her hymen as my swollen stiffness poked against
it, momentarily stopping me. I looked down at her
wanton staring back up at me and asked if this is
really what she wanted? She answered me by pulling my
head back down to meet her face, our lips coming
together in pure animal lust as she tried tongue
fucking my mouth.
Then she was crying out... "Oh, Oh, Oh, fuck me. Fuck
me with your cock and give me your seed to meet my
egg(s) and become my flesh. Oh, Uncle Don... I have
always wanted you to fuck me every since we first met
when you visited us in the PI right after my
grandfather died, and I saved myself just for you." She
had always called me Uncle, although I was not her
uncle but her 2nd cousin as her daddy was my first
cousin. Now she was calling me by my first name? And
she was still 'cherry' and had been saving herself just
for me?
"I used to dream of you coming back to the Philippines
and taking me from there, to be your bride in America.
When I visited you a couple of years ago, I tried, but
I could not get your attention then. Now that I have
you in my body, I never want to let you go. I want to
have your babies, to take care of you as only I think I
can. Oh you are here now, I never want to let you go,"
she added as she began to buck against me in hot lust.
I felt her tunnel of love explode against my hard staff
and her juices begin to flow around it as I was buried
like a missile in her cavern. I was holding her naked
buttocks in the palms of my hands as if to somehow pull
her naked body tighter against me. My fingers were
probing the crack of her ass and I felt her heated
fluids begin to seep down to coat the ends of my
fingers before puddling beneath her nakedness. Then I
felt it begin deep in my balls, my cum building from
within and begin its ascent into the base of my cock. I
stopped, and once again looked into her beautiful eyes
and told her I was about to possibly make her a Mommy.
She looked up at me, smiled, and said that she had just
begun her ovulating for that month that morning and
"Yes, give me your sperm Uncle Don, so we can have our
baby!" And then I was shooting volleys of my babymaker
into her depths as she squirmed wantonly beneath me.
When I had done shooting, I casually told her that both
Gina and Maryanne waiting downstairs also had my babies
growing in their bellies. She got up and kissed me full
on the lips, and said she was going to go down there
and let them know that their babies would soon have a
baby sister or brother as well. With that she didn't
even put on any clothes and went down there to show
them my cum seeping from her baby factory in pride.
I had followed her, also naked with my cock still
"stringing" cum and pussy juice coating it, down those
stairs. I stepped around the wall hiding the stairs
from the living room, and by this time Gigi was sitting
on the floor, our spendings still seeping from her
pussy lips. As I entered the room, Gina had arisen and
was walking over to Gigi, disrobing. She then sat down
beside Gigi and the two gals began a tongue searching,
probing.
Maryanne got up and came over and took a hold of my wet
sticky cock and pulled me down on top of her, beginning
to "milk" my cock into hardness. I felt a certain
growth beginning and she must have, too, as she
continued to milk my cock and laid over to get her
mouth over Gigi's pussy to suck the stickiness from
her. Gina rose up and bent over Maryanne's pussy to
suck on pregnant pussy.
It was about like all that any of us wanted to do was
to suck and fuck, cuddle, kiss, and fondle, in complete
lust and nakedness. Gigi was especially hot... she had
years of lust stored up in her so that if and when she
could ever get me off in private naked she wanted to do
all the things her little virgin body was designed to
do with a man, a man that she wanted to totally give
herself to for the rest of her life.
Now that we had found each other and I had taken her
maidenhead, she seemed to be so openly accepting that
her baby would be only one of many of half-siblings in
a larger monogamous marriage that had the same blood as
she had herself, that her grandfather had so long ago
secured, that our great-grandparents had no idea that
they were creating in their Pennsylvania Dutch
lifestyle.
All we wanted to do for the time being was to fuck and
lust with each other. Gigi did take a couple of minutes
and got up and called a Fish n Chips place and order a
delivery for the 4 of us, along with a case of Liters
of Lager. We must have been a sight when that poor
bloke came around with it... 1 guy and 3 naked broads
obviously having just fucked each other with streams of
cum and pussy juice running down naked thighs and my
cock streaming streams of cum from its piss hole. We
were so fucked out that we did not even begin to feel
like getting up and getting dressed.
We ate our Fish n Chips. Pussy juice saturated fish
just makes the fish smell and taste that much richer.
Chips (French fries) stoked in hot cunt juice in a
pussy tastes something like Honey-coated fries. All
this washed down with Lager that also spilled over onto
naked breasts, tummies and my cock and balls made for a
very erotic-appearing orgy, that lasted all the rest of
that evening, the next morning and half the next day,
until Gigi had to go to work at her part-time job at
the local Co-op Grocery store.
That next night saw only Gigi and I fucking. The women
had decided that since they were already pregnant and
that Gigi also wanted to have my baby, that she should
enjoy all the cum I could give to her because the next
day we had to leave, to go back to the States. I don't
think Gigi left my nakedness all night that night, we
made excellent use of the time we had together.
Chapter 12
That next morning we regretfully packed our things away
and said our good-byes to Gigi. She had about 6 months
left on her studies and had planned to stay in England
upon graduation. I told her that if she developed a big
tummy with my baby that I had other plans for her and
that was to include her in my home in Seattle, together
with the baby. She agreed to that and it was a good
thing I was on my way to getting into my car with the
women, because it would have been so easy for me to
have just dropped my pants right there and fuck her
once again.
Then we were on our way once more to London, and
Heathrow. Our time was highly restrictive and we barely
had the time to turn in our rental car and get to the
Gate and get on our British Airways 747 bound for
Seattle. Once again our flight was sparse in fellow
travelers, but this time as opposed to fucking our way
across the Atlantic and southern Canada, we simply
rested. The women had been properly bred, and I was,
frankly, about all fucked out.
Maryanne was noticeably pregnant once more. She had no
desire to take back up with Daniel and pretty much told
him so. He started to make a fuss and did not like his
wife refusing him his husbandly "rights". She managed
to get little Danny off to one side at which time I
came along and "kidnapped" my son, taking him out to my
car, and leaving him with Gina who was waiting for us.
I got back just in time to hear Maryanne tell Daniel
that he was incredibly stupid if he thought that little
Danny was his natural son... that she had been
impregnated that one time so long ago, about 4 hours
before Daniel had shot his wad into her, and
unfortunately for him she had begun ovulating before
that first fuck. She further told him that if that was
not enough that she would be happy to give him DNA
results that would prove that he was not the natural
daddy.
When he turned around to get a hold of little Danny, I
had already taken him. In a nutshell, he had lost out
on being a daddy again, especially with Maryanne. She
suggested that he contact Beverly, the slut who had
brought Maryanne and I together in the first place as
she managed to fuck Daniel that night when he was
supposed to have started a family with Maryanne but
pissed her off, so I could fuck her in her ovulating
period first.
Maryanne then suggested Beverly might be a Mommy to
more of his babies. Then she saw me standing there and
she came over to me and threw her arms around me,
pulling my head down to hers so she could kiss me on
the lips. I saw Daniel crumple in self-pity and begin
crying, begging at her to take him back.
She gave him the finger and told him to go and fuck
himself, and turned to me and asked that we leave. We
got to the car and little Danny was playing with Gina,
who had him on her lap. Maryanne took Danny and
explained to him the best she could that Gina was his
new Auntie, and that I was going to be his new daddy.
We then left as we saw Daniel try to run to catch us.
We kept going and did not look back.
We got to McChord AFB and Gina's house. Her husband had
returned home apparently and then had left again. He
had left a note saying he was flying to RAF Mildenhall
for a week or so, and that he might see her if she
happened to come into the Base Commissary or BX and
accidentally "run across" her. Apparently that aircrew
member had been telling the truth about taking her
stuff home with him for her. It was just as well that
her flyboy husband had not seen her over there, it
would not have been a nice meeting with my cum seeping
from her pussy just about all the time we were in
England. While we had been gone, there had occurred a
new development in my employ.
The company I was working for was a privately family-
owned company, consisting of mostly free Chinese (Hong
Kong Chinese, Taiwanese, and people of Chinese descent
living in San Francisco, Los Angeles/Orange Counties,
and Washington DC). The People's Republic of China
owned a competing steamship line, China Overseas
Shipping Co. Ltd (COSCO). They had decided that in
their process of modernization to buy up competing
steamship lines such as the Yamashita-Shinnihon
Steamship Company of Tokyo, Japan Lines of Tokyo, and
Mitsui-Orient Container Lines, in addition to the
company I worked for, that serviced Mainland China.
They could afford to do this because their foundation
economically, was the People's Republic of China, or
the Communist government of China. They could have just
taken over everything and run everyone off their
territorial possessions but they were in the process of
trying to make the outside Western world think of them
as friendly and cooperative, so instead of doing that
they offered to buy these other competitors out.
In my case, I was offered one of two offers--one, I
could remain on and work within their sales staff as a
regional sales manager, or two, they would pay off my
position and provide me with a very handsome tax-free
lump sum for my "retirement bonus". I decided to accept
the latter, as prudent investment of what they offered
me came to over $40,000 annually in the form of
Interest checks. Having been in the U.S. military and
"fighting" these Commies, I had no desire to work for
them or have them on any of my Resumes for future
employment.
Almost immediately my superiors had a check for me.
With some diligent investing, I came up with a plan
that would give me a monthly retirement of about $3500
per month, a little in excess of the $40,000 I had
planned above, all tax-free of course. But then I had
some financial obligations to take care of... some gals
that I had been fucking were now preggie with my babies
and there would be hospital and doctors bills to take
care of. I could probably have chanced those deliveries
to the natural way, but when you are and have been
fucking a woman for any length of time, lust becomes
"love" and "love" does certain things to you such as
caring and concern.
By my recollections I had babies coming from Gina,
Maryanne, Viola, Lynn, Katrina, and Gigi. Maryanne had
already had one of my babies, Danny, and now we were
hoping for Danielle, his sister. Viola had a handsome
divorce settlement in child support from her ex-husband
who had deserted her. Katrina had said that she did not
need any help from me because her husband had thought
her baby was created from her and his fucking.
Gigi wanted to stay in England, but I had already told
her that she was coming to the States to live with me
with the baby. Gina was still married to her Lieutenant
husband, but that would soon change... we had decided
that for purposes of Air Force benefits that she would
deliver our baby while she was still the Lieutenant's
wife so that the baby would carry the Lieutenant's last
name and officially be an Air Force dependent, which
offered all kinds of logistical benefits for all of us
in terms of the Commissary, Base Exchange, Insurance,
Social Security and survivor benefits for her and our
baby, the latter defined above. In addition, until we
had things settled, we had a 3-bedroomed house on base
at McChord AFB that was rent-free and utilities-free.
I began the task of assembling all of my babies'
mothers together. Viola had her B&B business in
Glastonbury and declined my offer to come to the
States, but asked that when we came to England and to
our religious observances in Glastonbury that we plan
on staying at her place. Lynn wanted to divide up her
time equally between us in Washington State and her
home in Lakenheath Village.
Katrina did not want to come to the States, but said
that if we came to England that she would meet us and
stay with us with our baby for as long as we were in
England. Gigi said that she would also stay in England
but that if she was in fact pregnant, that she would
live with us wherever we decided to live. Of course
Maryanne and Danny were living with Gina and I.
Somehow we were out screwing around somewhere each time
the Lieutenant got home from one of his temporary
duties, so he never did come home to find his wife with
a big belly. Gina took to wandering about in a very
short mini-skirt, and white T-shirt, wearing a bedroom-
style loafer on her feet, at home if any clothing was
needed in case company came or we had to go out,
otherwise she wandered around naked, big belly and all.
I found this highly attractive and she looked like a
doll with her enlarged breasts and big belly. It was
about all I could do to keep from fucking her ALL the
time.
When we did fuck, I did it doggie style so as to not
lay on that big belly and hurt our baby. Several of her
neighbors almost ignored her, except she was at a point
in her life that she simply did not give a fuck. I took
her to a nice maternity store in West Seattle and
bought the latest in maternity fashions for her to wear
on the job, and on more than one occasion she was
royally fucked on the Conference table in my office,
that is until the company paid me off. Then we hardly
ever got dressed at home, but instead run about the
house and well-enclosed backyard in the nude, with
Maryanne and little Danny.
Fucking naked on the freshly mowed lawn was a treat all
by itself, except that grass stains on naked skin are
hard to wash off. We were barely home 2 months but what
the phone rang. It was Gigi and she had missed her
period. As soon as we hung up, I was wiring her fare to
Oxford.
The next day a somewhat pregnant Amerasian was
descending the ramp at Sea-Tac and into everyone's
arms. Gigi fitted right in to our nudity in the back
yard and home. I called Liz to see if she wanted to
join us, from Hockwold. She said that she would, except
that she was now pregnant with a 4th baby that would
probably be half-nigger as well as her other 2 that
were, even though one of her 5 kids was obviously mine.
She did not know what to do, but said that if I wanted,
that she would come to join us, also. I told her to
come, that yes, I wanted her in our family, and I had
British Airways take out 6 tickets for her and her kids
for London-Seattle. Three days later, because she had
to make last minute Passports, a very beautiful and
pregnant middle-aged Mommy with 2 Black children, and 2
White children also came down that same ramp as Gigi
had done at Seattle.
We were now a family of 11 people. Except for Liz' two
black kids, all were related to me, in some way, shape
or form. Liz' two black kids were boys... something
that might prove useful for the progeny in the future
that when used with little Danny and my son from her,
Ralphie, could very well keep some what had to be born
or were already with us, pregnant and having yet more
babies to keep our family going. We would have probably
continued on in our lives at McChord AFB, but we had
gotten rather careless. But it would take almost a
Presidential decree to get us out of there.
Chapter 13
Gina's water broke one night about 3 a.m. I rushed her
over to Fort Lewis' maternity ward and about 2 hours
later I was standing on the visitor side of the nursery
looking down on our little girl. The military doctors
do what they can do to make the new mommy get up
afterwards and walk around. As I stood there looking, I
felt Gina's arm slip into my arm as we gazed down on
our new daughter.
I felt intense love for her, and could not restrain
myself... I foolishly slipped my arm about her and
turned her to me and kissed her full on the mouth. She
responded in kind and dropped her hand to my crotch and
whispered that we had a bit of work to do because
little Christine needed a brother. We did not know it,
but we were observed...
Two days later Gina and Christine were home with the
rest of us. Gina and I could not fuck, but that did not
stop us from cavorting nakedly around the house and
back yard. Gina had elected to nurse Christine and in
so doing I had to empty her breasts of any milk left
over that Christine could not consume. Often Gina would
be left "hanging"... my sucking of her breasts would
excite her but we could not fuck until her pussy had
healed from giving birth to Christine, and the fact of
my nakedness being right next to her as I suckled her
did not do any good either as my cock was always hard
when I suckled her.
With little Christine's arrival, I thought it best to
legalize our unions. To marry everyone in Washington
State jurisdiction, I would be subjecting myself to
bigamy right away. Little realized is multiple
jurisdiction marriages, although if seriously
investigated, might also subject one to the charge of
Bigamy. But in most cases unless someone was to bring
specific court action, there probably would not be any
referral of it.
So I married Gina under Washington state law, Maryanne
under Idaho law, Gigi under Canadian law, Lynn under
English law, Liz under Montana law. Viola and Katrina
had legal problems that prevented them from remarrying
without losing large chunks of property or
settlement(s). We got an unexpected visitor. The
Lieutenant had been promoted to Captain and he returned
in the middle of the night from Kuwait. We did not know
he was coming, and when he opened the front door to his
home, he was confronted with a naked Gina that was
nursing her baby, a naked Maryanne that obviously about
ready to "pop", a naked Gigi that was about 5 months
pregnant, a naked Liz who likewise was about 7 months
pregnant, and me, naked of course.
He wanted to know who I was, and Gina just about did
him in by informing him that I was little Christine's
natural daddy. That newly promoted Captain was
thoroughly pissed. He started to give the look that he
could become extremely violent. I jumped his ass, and
knocked him to the floor, while I hurriedly got Gina
and Maryanne to quickly give me some rope. I tied him
up, and gagged him so he could not wake up the
neighborhood. Then I set about to explain a few things
to him, along with Gina's help.
Gina explained that he was never home and that she had
wanted a family. She did not know how she could ever
have a family with him if he was gone all the time. So
instead of getting bored, she got a job, with me. One
thing led to another, and soon we were fucking all the
time. She did not intend, originally to have my baby,
but that things just sorta worked to that.
She said that since he was hardly ever home that she
had invited me to move in with her so we could fuck
every night, as she enjoyed fucking. She also said
there was an added benefit... working together, we
could use the carpool lanes on the freeway to get to
and from work, so we could spend yet more time
together, making love. I could see the Captain's eyes
bore hatefully into Gina and then to me. I reached down
and pulled his pants off, along with his underwear.
I compared my big cock to his puny one and asked him
how the Hell he expected Gina to be able to enjoy that
one (his). I could hear his murmuring as it was obvious
he was trying to cuss me out. I chuckled at that.
Maryanne, in her nakedness and bellowed-out tummy said
she had to piss, so she walked over and straddled him
and gave him a yellow shower, right over his cock and
balls. The warmth of her pee excited him and we could
see his cock grow.
Gina lit into him again, chastising him for getting
excited for getting peed on. She got her Polaroid
camera out and took a picture of him laying there half
naked, his cock pointed high toward the ceiling with
the fresh wetness of piss shining from it in the light.
Gigi asked Gina to aim her camera closer to the
Captain's mouth, and then Gina was straddling his face.
She then peed onto his mouth. Maryanne grabbed his wet
cock and balls and started squeezing, telling him to
open his mouth and drink Gigi's piss.
At first he would not do it, but then just before Gigi
ran out of pee, Maryanne squeezed his nuts so hard that
his mouth came open and then she peed directly into his
mouth, as Gina too 3 flash pictures of his drinking
Gigi's piss.
I told him that his wife was pregnant with my baby. I
told him that she did not feel right by having a baby-
killer's baby, that she had fucked me because it was
obvious that our baby would not know a daddy that had
killed other babies as one of his job requirements.
I also told him that he would give Gina a separate
maintenance agreement based on the grounds that he had
deserted her and that he would sign an agreement with
her that he would provide for ALL her children (little
Christine, and any others she might have with me, and
that he would provide for her in the same manner as if
they were still living together as husband and wife,
including having over $10 million of Life Insurance,
because that was the norm for pilots in general that
flew the big birds in both commercial and military
aviation. I said that failure to do any of this would
"land" the pictures we just took, on not only his Wing
Commander's, but Numbered Air Force Commander's, and
Major Air Commander's desks, if not the Secretary of
the Air Force' and Defense Secretary's desks, and when
we got finished with him that his ass would be totally
worthless to anyone!
I then pulled out my Bowie Hunting Knife. I told him I
was going to untie him and that he might seriously
consider to just lay there for a moment while I
prepared the tape recorder to record his declarations
of what I had just now explained to him, and to sign
off on written agreement to be witnessed by the women
here that he had in fact agreed to all this without any
threat of coercion. I told him that all it would take
would be one swipe of that knife, and he definitely
would not have to worry about being a Daddy again, if
in fact he lived through all the blood loss of having
had his cock cut off.
He readily agreed, and after we had recorded his
promises and signed the agreements, we allowed him to
arise, opened the front door, and kicked his bare ass
out into that January cold in the middle of the night.
The women had gathered up all his uniforms and clothing
while he was signing his life away and testifying as
such, and through his possessions out the door after
him.
As he quickly found some pants to put on to keep from
freezing his ass and wet cock and balls, I suggested to
him that he might leave the premises immediately as I
was calling the cops on my cell phone to let them know
we had a vagrant on our hands at this address who had
tried to burglarize us.
I figured that by the time they got him down to the
Security Police station, and figured out who he was (I
had taken all of his ID from his clothing and his
person, including his Dog Tags), we would all be long
gone, because upon the time the women had been all
assembling here I had also taken emergency measures to
support this action, so at the last minute we were all
"headed" back to England on the next flight out.
Almost immediately the Base Law Enforcement team
arrived, and then they were handcuffing a near naked
Captain that they did not know was a captain, and
putting him in the back of their squad car and taking
him off to their station. As soon as they were out of
sight we hurriedly got dressed and headed for Sea-Tac,
and later that morning we were high over Canada, headed
once more for Heathrow.
Chapter 14
As soon as we got to Heathrow I hired a small van with
driver, and I gave directions to get to Glastonbury. I
then phoned to Katrina and Lynn and told them we were
in-country and asked that they meet us at Glastonbury
at Viola's B&B on High Street, and called Viola to let
her know we were headed for her place.
As soon as we got to Viola's, she enthusiastically
welcomed us. Her belly was getting swollen... it had
been about 8 months since I had fucked her. I could not
resist... I put all the women and our delivered babies
together in a setting and took their picture. Liz made
a comment that all these little girls were going to
have something to look forward to... slipping those
adolescent cocks into their hot wetness when they
reached puberty. We now had two Filipina beauties that
were going to have my baby. Viola wondered if an
African Black and a Filipino Black would be able to
come out right, or if it made any difference.
I began looking for a place to settle all this family
as a unit. We had stayed before in that cavern at St.
Agnes, some of us anyway, and had liked it. We had
enjoyed being "with nature" in that warm atmosphere,
where we could eat shellfish, fuck to our hearts
content, and be naked all the time. Here we could enjoy
human nature as God intended and have as many babies as
we wanted. But somehow it did not seem "just right".
I suppose we had gotten rather spoilt from having so
many luxuries, plus our medical attention could be a
problem area in case of emergencies. Ancient cave man
and cave woman did not know that with proper delivery
procedures that death was avoidable, they did not know
that sprains, broken bones, etc., could be medically
attended to. They did not know that the sex of a baby
could be forecast months before the actual birth. They
did not know the entertainment media that was our
television, or even radio! We discussed this at length.
Viola knew of St. Agnes that that cavern, and envied us
in being able to go there and live.
She also knew of a distant cousin of her ex-husband's
that had some property that consisted of a large hotel-
like structure about a mile away from that cavern, and
she seemed to remember that not too long ago, that
cousin was trying to find a hippie-like group of people
that would take care of it and hopefully live in it for
him for the in turn privilege of living in it for free.
We thought and discussed this--what a golden
opportunity!
The next day I rented a small van and we all took off
for St. Agnes with Viola's directions on how to find
this place. She had called this cousin but he was not
in, but she had left word on his voice mail that she
had a group of people coming his way to look over his
property. By the time we arrived, the cousin had
returned and he quickly took one look at us, and
decidedly suggested that if he could join in with us
and live with us, that this place was "ours".
The building just seemed to be made for our use. It was
4 sided, in an "O"-like structure, with the center of
it having a swimming pool, lots of lawn and gardens. It
consisted of 12 bedrooms... 3 on each side, with a
bathroom for each side. It had been a "Lord's Manor"
but the "Lord" it was built for had died about 50 years
previously and Viola's ex-husband's cousin, Drake, and
his family had inherited it through family, and they
had been barely able to keep it up.
They wanted to continue to own it, but to let some
large family live in it in turn for taking care of it.
Drake was not married, and he was not all that pleasant
looking, but looks are only skin deep. Once we all got
in the place with him and clothes started coming off,
he got naked too, and what he had attached to his
crotch would surely make Liz green with envy, even
after she had been fucked and knocked up by those
nigger cocks she had grown used to. And Drake was as
white as a sheet! I could quickly envision those half-
black kids of hers having several siblings from this
giant cock!
It would be a month or so later, after Lynn, Katrina
and Gigi all began waddling around, that I was down at
the cavern with Gina and Maryanne, and our children,
that an obvious American tourist was there. We never
dressed anymore even to go down there as it was such a
short hike down the cliffs from the other side from the
roads. Our nudity must have made him think for a
moment, and he wanted to know if we had ever heard of a
group of people that had been here before, from
America.
This raised my interest and he told us about what he
knew... it seems that at some military base near
Seattle there had been a military couple that the wife
had taken up with a bunch of hippies and had developed
a relationship with them. He went on to say that he had
heard that the Air Force Captain that had been that
wife's husband had been killed on a mission to some
place in Africa when his plane was shot down, and that
the Air Force could not locate his widow and child...
We waited until this stranger had left, and then Gina
and I looked at each other. We came together almost
jumping with joy and then Maryanne joined us in all our
naked glory. The kids did not know what this was about
and we explained to them that we would explain it to
them when they got older.
Gina and I had not only collected several hundreds of
thousands of dollars along with a lifestyle we both
wanted, but now she and our babies would be provided
for because of what had happened to her ex-husband! We
returned to our mansion and explained all this to the
rest of our family.
Epilogue:
It is now two years later and we are two white men with
12 naked, beautiful wives that are pregnant most of the
time. Between we 14 adults we have 25 children and this
continues. We seldom wear any clothing unless it is
cold outside like in the winter. The younger girls are
starting to show an interest in my and Drake's hard
stiffies as we fuck their mothers. We will not be
fucking them anytime soon because it has been our
experience that while they may be fuckable, they are
not mentally ready to be a mommy, as they cannot very
well care for a baby like that baby should be cared
for.
Each time that one of the women is about due to give
birth we send her to Glastonbury to stay at Viola's so
proper medical attention can be offered to both her and
the baby if it is needed. Doctors usually highly
recommend no sex for two weeks after the birth canal is
used, but try to tell that to a new mommy that wants to
begin fucking again, and even get impregnated with yet
another baby. Viola, herself has had two more of my
babies.
To honor the late Joseph of Arimathea, we have
commissioned a work on a sculpture that will be a 15-
foot high statue of the late saint, in the nude.
Without his influence we might never have accomplished
what we have today. The Roman Catholics are furious
with us because what we depict with this is that their
stories are so full of lies that it is pathetic. Just
recently the World-wise Alliance Church in Missions has
come forth with a $10,000 donation to assist with this
work.
We are truly blessed.
The End
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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