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Eighteen year old Julia Webber lay back on her bed, fully unclothed. Between her spread thighs lay her best friend and lover, Jennifer Sheffield. Jenny’s tongue danced along Julia’s splayed labia, gathering Julia’s nectar. Julia kept a feather pillow over her mouth, stifling her groans and gasps of pleasure; her step-father’s study was the room next to her bedchamber.
Julia clasped the pillow tightly to her beautiful face as her hips began the familiar dance. Jenny had captured Julia’s bud of pleasure and now suckled on Julia’s clitoris.
“Mmng, oh!” Julia cried into the pillow as her climax came quickly.
Jenny released Julia’s clitoris and licked fervently along Julia’s lips. She then sucked quite forcefully on Julia’s nub once more, causing a second orgasm.
“No, no more, dear Jenny,” Julia whispered hoarsely.
Jenny smiled as she wiggled her nude body along the nude body of her friend. She paused to gnaw playfully on the girl’s soft belly, causing Julia to laugh. Reaching Julia’s very heavy breasts, Jenny did stop to grip one breast in her hands, squeezing firmly. Bending her blonde head, Jenny gnawed and nibbled at the large pale orb. When she reached Julia’s large areole, she flicked her tongue all around the light brown flesh until she reached Julia’s hard nipple. She sucked forcefully on the nub, then delivered a light bite that caused Julia to gasp loudly.
“Hush,” Jenny giggled before attaching hands and mouth to Julia’s other breast.
When she lay atop Julia, heavy breasts mashed against heavy breasts, her blonde furred crotch pressed firmly against Julia’s brunette curls, nineteen year old Jenny delivered a loving kiss to Julia’s gasping lips. Julia opened her mouth and sucked on Jenny’s tongue. Her arms wound around Jenny’s torso, firmly pressing the girl against herself.
Mark Vincent wiped the sweat from his forehead as he peered into the small aperture. The painting was of a sailing vessel being tossed upon a stormy sea. The forward mast was already damaged, hanging by a few lines, its sails torn. And, the forward cannon, just visible peering from the gunwale had been the perfect place to pierce. The thin wall that separated his library from Julia’s room had been easily punctured, giving Reverend Mark Vincent an abundant, glorious glimpse into Julia’s bedchamber.
He admired his step-daughter’s bountiful bosom with large areolae and hard nipples. He admired her soft belly and lush hips. The thicket of brown curls that covered her delta entranced him and he took many opportunities to spy on her.
When Julia had begun her friendship with Jennifer Sheffield, Reverend Vincent was inclined to forbid the two teenaged girls from keeping the company of one another. The first time Jenny had entered Julia’s bedchamber and the door had been shut, Reverend Vincent had thought to march into the girl’s room and banish the blonde girl from his fine Christian home. However, the thought did come to him to make use of his spyhole.
Their kisses inflamed his senses. When their pale flesh was exposed, layer by layer, Reverend Vincent was well into a lather. When the two beauties used tongue and fingers upon one another, the man ejaculated into his linen underclothes, nearly toppling over from the force of his spending.
Recovering somewhat, he marched down the hall to find his Helen in her parlor. With a screech of indignation, Helen attempted to fend off his filthy advances. He used his weight to overcome her thrashing and pummeling and hefted her skirts and crinolines above her waist.
“What, whatever possessed you to do thus?” she demanded once they’d recovered from their frenzied coupling.
“Need I have a reason to wish to be with you, the true love of my life?” He inquired.
“No, no, I suppose not,” she simpered, kissing him. “And you, you are the true love of my life, Dear Vincent.”
Julia and Jenny came downstairs a few moments after. Jenny was polite as she wished the reverend and Mrs. Vincent a good day. Julia and Helen, as well as Jenny were surprised when Reverend Vincent was polite to the blonde and did concede that the girl should visit them again.
A few scant weeks after discovering his step-daughter engaging in Sapphic delights with her blonde friend, Reverend Mark Vincent stood before his congregation, leading them in an impassioned prayer. Inside, he still rankled at being forced to perform a marriage between a Catholic and a Baptist, as if he condoned the union. He believed the fındıkzade escort Catholics to be mindless sheep, reciting their words of Latin, following the inane dictates of their faith without thought or question.
And suddenly, his worst fears were realized. He was confronted by his brother in law, the profane man that had managed to defile and impregnate his beloved Helen when they were but callow and inexperienced teenagers.
Elijah Webber brought with him a swift removal from his church. This in front of his faithful congregation no less. Mark Vincent sat glumly staring at the three walls of his cell within the stockade at Fort Engles. The fourth wall was comprised of steel bars and a locked door. He could hear his sister, Helen Webber loudly, shrilly complaining about her treatment, about her captivity.
“Were I you?” Colonel Danbridge opined, approaching Vincent’s cell. “I should be grateful for the respite from that sharp-tongued woman.”
“And grateful for the noose that shall be put about her neck,” Corporal Koronos, the assistant to the Chaplain for Fort Engles murmured as he followed Colonel Danbridge from the row of cells.
“Do send Major Thornsen to see me?” Vincent asked Corporal Koronos.
“You are aware that Major Thornsen is Lutheran?” Corporal Koronos inquired. “Whereas you are, um, I believe, a Baptist?”
“As long as he’s not Catholic,” Vincent smiled tightly.
“You wished to see me, Reverend?” the chaplain Major Thornsen inquired.
“It is Mister,” Vincent Marks admitted. “Come, come, I fear I must confess.”
Joseph Thornsen kept his visage neutral as Vincent Marks confessed to having grown up entranced by his older sister, Helen. When, at age eighteen, she’d succumbed to the temptations and had become with Elijah’s child, Vincent had been both enraged and heartbroken.
“Then, when the Reverend Elijah Webber’s true nature became apparent; the man is a deviant monster,” Vincent whispered hoarsely, “Well! I could no more leave my Helen in his clutches than I could hope to fly!”
“So, you knocked him unconscious and set fire to his church,” Major Thornsen reiterated, fighting down his revulsion.
“Yes. And seeing the blood from his head? I had believed he was dead,” Vincent nodded. “We gathered Julia; she’d just begun her transformation from girl to beautiful young woman, and headed west.”
“Why Sopopaya? Surely San Francisco or Portland, Oregon would have offered more um, cover?” Major Thornsen asked after a long moment of silence had passed.
“Eli had friends in San Francisco; never thought of Oregon,” Vincent admitted.
“Well, I hmm,” Joseph Thornsen cleared his throat. “I shall leave this Bible with you; I give a Bible to each soldier that leaves our post here.”
“Joseph? Well, truth be known, I am sick of reading the Bible,” Vincent admitted.
“Well then, I shall leave you to your solitude,” the pastor tersely intoned, leaving Vincent alone in his cell.
“I’ll bring you a few books,” Corporal Koronos offered. “Sergeant Duhon? He were from New Orleans; he left a few books when he left out of here.”
“I suppose…thank you,” Vincent agreed.
Corporal Koronos did bring by eight rather worn books. Three were penned by ‘Anonymous’ and two were written by Randy Gent. There was one apiece by B.A. Firmmaster, Adora DeGatta and Felina Lafemme.
‘My Sister’s Keeper’ by B.A. Firmmaster piqued Vincent’s attention so he sat where the light from his barred window allowed him to read.
‘My lovely sister’s willful temperament did need to be curtailed and forthwith. The first step in training my dear Elisabeth’s behavior began by removing her several articles of clothing from her wardrobe. Yes, in time she would be allowed to dress, to protect her modesty, but each article of clothing would be earned…” Vincent read.
Vincent read voraciously as the author described the blonde Elisabeth’s first few days in complete nudity, days where she not only failed to procure any clothing for herself, but Elisabeth did earn several strikes with a rattan cane or a leather strap upon her pale white buttocks or creamy breasts.
‘Affixing her delicate limbs to the sections of the large wooden ‘X’ I had constructed did reveal to myself why my willful, headstrong Elisabeth had thus failed to heed my disciplines. The aroma of her sex was evident as her thighs opened and her full labia parted. From her blonde curls seeped the evidence of her arousal, wetting her soft, pale thighs. Though her lips were twisted into her perpetual, defiant sneer, her eyes gleamed with a desire, a true desire for my finely crafted leather crop…’
“Oh!” Vincent groaned, feeling his penis jerk, twitch, and then spurt his excitement into his wool trousers.
‘Parlor Maid’ by Adora DeGatta caused Vincent to think of Julia and Jenny, lying upon Julia’s bed. He’d only managed to spy upon the two girls but thrice and Helen had been the recipient aksaray escort of his ardor each time. Within the tale, Amy, the parlor maid had to be coerced into using tongue and fingers upon the blonde cleft of the lady of the manor; the threat of the loss of her employment brought about the maid’s willingness to service her lady. Once discovering her maid’s skills, the lady did happen to allow her friends to also enjoy the maid’s artistry. The book ended with the maid being sold to a rather cruel mistress of a remote villa in Spain.
While Vincent and his sister Helen sat in their cells, the Reverend Elijah Webber carefully reviewed the notes his brother in law had made. He grudgingly agreed that his brother in law and his grossly unfaithful, incestuous wife had managed well over the few years since they’d left him for dead.
Extinguishing the wick of the kerosene lamp in the study, Elijah stood from Vincent’s desk and stretched. Some of the injuries he’d received from the fire still plagued him. Turning to leave the study, Elijah paused.
Over the small settee was a masterful depiction of a sailing vessel being torn asunder by a horrific storm. Elijah had admired the artist’s skill with both brush stroke and color. Now, in the darkened room, Elijah could see a pinpoint of light emanating from the painting. Placing one knee upon the settee for balance, Elijah placed his eye to the pinpoint that peeked through the porthole of the damaged ship.
Elijah discovered he was looking into the bedchamber of his daughter, Julia. Apparently with the use of mirrors, he was treated to an overhead view of his Julia’s bedchamber. More specifically, he was treated to an overhead view of Julia’s bed, where Julia and an unknown blonde beauty reclined, nude.
As he watched, Julia and the unknown beauty twisted about and placed their mouths to one another’s furry clefts.
“Truly, their wanton behavior does merit some form of punishment,” Elijah murmured as he watched the two young women bring pleasure to one another.
The two young beauties enjoyed one another for several long moments. When they began to dress, Elijah strode from the study.
“Daddy!” Julia squeaked, seeing her father seated in the parlor on the ground floor of their home. “Um, this, this is Jenny.”
“Jenny,” Elijah said, rising to his imposing height.
“Jenny Sheffield,” the blonde said, looking into the hard eyes of the handsome man.
Miss Sheffield,” Elijah smiled, peering intently into Jenny’s eyes as he held her small hand.
“I, I should take my leave,” Jenny said, voice low.
“Shall we see you again?” Elijah inquired.
“I, I do believe,” Jenny stammered then departed the Webber home abruptly.
“Julia? Do you believe I perhaps make your dear friend somewhat hmm, ill at ease?” Elijah teased, causing his daughter to blush heavily.
“I, I wouldn’t know, Daddy,” Julia murmured, hastening to the stairs.
Helen had been somewhat adequate in culinary skills. There was little to praise about her cooking, but at least she kept them fed. Elijah had no skills in the kitchen and Julia likewise lacked the ability to prepare food.
“As generous as the good people of Sopopaya may be with their tithes, we should soon be without funds,” Elijah confessed to his daughter after yet another meal in the Desert Rose Hotel’s dining room.
“For truth?” Julia asked, beautiful eyes large.
“Maybe I exaggerate a trifle,” Elijah smiled at his daughter’s consternation. “But, perchance, your friend Jenny? Would she have any skills in the kitchen?”
“I sincerely doubt it,” Julia scoffed. “Her mother has tutored my friend that she is to be a lady of leisure.”
Unbeknownst to Julia, Jenny did have some skills, and better still, she had the desire to utilize those skills. Her mother strictly forbade any of her daughters from assisting Mrs. McDermott, the woman that owned and operated the boarding house. A proper lady does not lower herself to menial labors. A proper lady has servants, such as Mrs. McDermott to perform such tasks.
“But, should I marry,” Jenny had argued. “Would I not want to provide my husband with a satisfying meal?”
In truth, though, now that she and Julia had discovered the joys of Sapphic love, Jenny doubted that she would ever marry. Few men could cause the beating of her heart to speed from just a glance, just a sweet, loving smile as her Julia could do.
“If you marry, be sure to marry a man rich enough to fire good help,” was Georgia Sheffield’s advice.
“No. No man should ever capture my heart, rich or not,” Jenny had thought as she and Julia reclined, nude upon Julia’s bed.
Their first kiss had been a true shock; Jenny believed she’d been struck by a thunderbolt. The first time Julia’s fingers had tugged hat Jenny’s nipples, Jenny had experienced her first true climax. The first time Julia’s mouth had pleasured Jenny’s furred cleft, Jenny firmly believed eyüp escort she was lost forever to any man that would foolishly pursue her.
Until she met Julia’s father. Those eyes, those bewitching eyes; father and daughter both possessed deep brown eyes. Their eyes held Jenny in place, powerless to move.
Leaving the dining room of the hotel, Father and daughter happened upon Daniel Rose and his wife, Eleanor. Julia mentioned that Eleanor was the younger sister of Jenny Sheffield. Elijah studied the portly young Mrs. Rose but saw no likeness to Jenny Sheffield in the woman’s visage.
Watching as the Roses took their leave, Elijah felt a stirring within his loins. Eleanor’s face was pleasant enough. Her hair was thick and lustrous; it was obvious that Eleanor Rose did take care to tend to her brunette locks. But even as her face was plump, her chest was sorely lacking.
“Ah, but those haunches,” Elijah thought, tearing his eyes from the posterior of Eleanor Rose, then guided his daughter to their home again.
Two weeks after Elijah had arrived in Sopopaya, he managed to intercept Jenny Sheffield as she came down the stairs, leaving Julia’s bedchambers. For a long moment, the two stared at one another. Jenny felt her face become flushed; it seemed as if the handsome man could read her thoughts, her naughty, wanton, illicit thoughts.
“Miss Sheffield,” Elijah finally spoke.
“Mister, Reverend Webber,” Jenny murmured, curtseying slightly.
“Miss Sheffield, were I to be as bold as to invite you to accompany myself and my daughter to dine one evening, would that meet with your approval?” Elijah inquired.
“I, I, I believe, I believe that would be approvable, I mean, agreeable,” Jenny stammered.
“Oh, splendid,” Elijah smiled and Jenny felt her heart catch in her throat at the sight of his smile.
“Now, hmm, should I ask that you join myself, without my Julia to chaperone, would that be approvable?” Elijah teased the flustered nineteen year old blonde.
“Do you mock me, Reverend Webber?” Jenny asked, regaining her senses, recalling her mother’s many years of tutelage.
“Oh, perhaps just a tad,” Elijah smiled again.
“But, to answer your question, yes, I do believe that would be approvable,” Jenny said.
Again, she curtsied. Then, thrusting her breasts forward, Jenny took her leave of Reverend Webber.
Georgia was less than impressed with Jenny’s announcement. A minister could hardly sustain a wife with the mmeager coffers his congregation tithed to his church. A minister certainly could not sustain a wife and that wife’s doting mother in any life of leisure.
“Mother, find your own husband,” Jenny hissed. “Tend to your own marital status; I shall do well for myself, thank you very much.”
“Hmmph! That fool?” Georgia scoffed. “Why do you suppose we left Pennsylvania?”
“Because he had grown tired of your unending demands, I believe,” Henny interjected.
“And because he no longer believed that Mr. Dowd was your beloved uncle,” Penny added.
“But, but Nathaniel is my uncle,” Georgia proclaimed.
“Enough of this; Mother? Should a Major Trappey happen by,” Henny supplied.
“This one, this one truly is an officer?” Georgia demanded, still smarting over a private Fielder managing to dupe not one, but two of her daughters into believing him to be a lieutenant.
“Yes, yes, I heard three soldiers address him as Major Trappey,” Henny snapped, also still smarting over Private Fielder’s subterfuge. “Now, this gown?”
“The ivory gown,” Georgia decreed. “You should appear chaste.”
“The ivory…Mother, I wished to wear the ivory gown for Reverend Webber,” Jenny protested.
“Jenny hid her smirk; the ivory gown had grown more snug over the years. Henny would find it quite difficult to move with comfort, would find sitting to be quite restrictive indeed. Simply drawing breath would be quite difficult for dear Henny Sheffield; the bodice was far too snug for Henny’s impressive bosom.
“The pink, the pink will simply have to suffice for you,” Georgia snapped, developing a headache as Henny and Jenny quarreled over the choice of gowns.
“And he has two sons; both strapping young lads on the cusp of manhood,” Henny confided to Penny as she struggled into the ivory gown.
“Trouble?” Jenny smirked, noticing Henny’s consternation.
“No, no. Should there be trouble?” Henny asked, loath to admit that the gown no longer fitted her bosom or backside.
The Desert Rose Hotel had a fine plate of lamb chops, small potatoes and snap peas. Their dessert was a cobbler made from fresh blackberries with a dollop of fresh cream. Jenny nodded with approval as her date was courteous, attentive, but not fawning.
And, seated just a few tables away, Jenny saw her sister Henny in the company of a distinguished looking gentleman in the dress uniform of an Army officer. Jenny did notice that Henny was quite red in the face as she struggled to breathe. But Jenny also noticed, with some consternation, that Henny’s bosom was amply displayed, affording the officer a goodly view of Henny’s fetching cleavage.
“My dear Miss Sheffield, do you read much?” Elijah inquired as they dawdled over their dessert.
“Oh why, I read the Bible,” Jenny lied. “I read at least one passage every evening before retiring.”
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