The stranger, By Bigby

8,000 words

Mf, Mm, mf, inc

A silver haired, silver tongued stranger arrives at the farm of an adolescent boy and his sister, and leads them both into a series of most despicable sinful acts with himself and each other.

Thank you father, for hearing my confession. I know it may be too late for me, and my sins too numerous and egregious to forgive. I’m not the pious man of respect that I appear to be. Don’t contradict me father, until you’ve heard the full tale of my lustful crime ridden life. 

It started when I was but a boy, 16 years old. I was living with my sister Faith in our family cottage in rural England. Mother had died in childbirth years earlier, and father had gone to work in the city for 3 months after sowing and before the harvest, that we might have a little money to see us through the next winter.

Faith and I were quite capable of seeing to the chores and tending the animals and fields, but the lack of moral guidance left our souls in mortal danger; my young body was filling with desires that were unfamiliar to me, and my sister was a comely 18 year old girl with large firm breasts and sturdy legs. Half the young men in the nearby village were only waiting for father to return that they might ask permission to court her.

We were not naive, nor completely ignorant of the ways of the world. I lusted for her, but I was quite aware that it was the temptation of Satan. I did my best to avoid the sight of her luscious curves, her delectable mouth, her big brown eyes.

And then, late one evening, riding ahead of a great dark summer storm, HE came to our door. I don’t know if he was but a man, or perhaps he was the devil himself. All I can say is that he led my innocent sister and I into sin so deep, so dark, that we never again emerged into the light.

He was a nobleman, astride an Arabian horse. A tall lean fast animal, not like the powerful ponderous beasts we used for farm work. His visage was striking; his eyes blue and bright, and as he fixed me with them they seemed to pierce my soul.

He leapt from the horse and landed as light as a cat. His face was as a young man, yet his hair was long and light grey, with the luster and shine of a young woman’s.

“You, boy.” He addressed me, “My horse is tired and in need of nourishment, and so for that matter, am I.”

His voice was sweet yet commanding, his accent revealing that he was not of our region.

I seemed frozen to the spot as he stepped towards me. He was tall, powerful, exquisitely dressed, and armed with a prominent sword in a scabbard at his waist.

I stared into his eyes, and felt my heart go numb. I was terrified, but was unsure why. I assumed it was merely the fact that I’d never even seen a nobleman before, yet alone had the need to address one. Perhaps I felt his lust already, his dark desire for forbidden pleasures of the flesh.

“Are your parents inside?” he asked, handing me his reigns.

“Just my sister sir.” I replied, immediately regretting my words.

He smiled as a hunter who had discovered easy prey. “Sister you say? Excellent. Is she competent in the kitchen?”

His gaze shifted to Faith, who stood in the doorway of the nearby cottage, watching and listening.

He took a small heavy bag from his saddle and strode towards the cottage, and I had no choice but to see to his horse before I was able to follow.

It was a stallion, skittish and difficult to handle. It took some time to get him settled into the stall where father’s horse normally rested, and unsaddled.

The gentleman sat at our rough table as my sister set bread and drippings before him, her breasts straining at her inadequate blouse and her dark eyes pleading for reprieve.

The stranger grinned, at her and at me, as lightning struck close by, thunder roared, and rain began to fall.

And then he began to speak. Looking back on it now, I realize that he spoke to us as I would to a frightened animal, to calm a beast before putting it to work or to slaughter. His voice was like honey, reassuring and masterful.

He asked after our situation. We were poor but not desperate. Our larder was sufficiently stocked and our small farm was in a stable state. With father’s wage our rent would be paid and another year would pass with hard toil but without undue suffering.

In the room above were 2 large beds.

“Tell me, do you two share one bed, and your father the other?” He asked.

“Yes, that’s right.” Faith replied to him.

“Brother and sister sharing a bed is fine as children, but as young adults it’s a different situation.” He said casually. “Help me undress.”

Faith stood behind him as she worked at the unfamiliar buttons and fastenings of the nobleman’s clothing. The heavy outer layers removed, he wore light cotton underclothes similar to ours, but finer and without stains or flaws. To our deep shock, the stranger peeled the last layer away, throwing it casually to one side, and stood stark naked in our bedchamber.

His body was lean and strong; hairy at the chest and groin. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, in plain view to my sister and myself.

It wasn’t that I’d never seen a naked man; yet this was different. I felt shock at the sight of him, fear, and dare I admit? A small and very unfamiliar hint of elation.

“Do as I do.” He commanded. “It’s a cold dark night, and we shall all share one bed, that we might keep warm together. I’ll not have you sleeping alongside me in those unwashed garments.”

I glanced at Faith, and saw my own thoughts and emotions mirrored on her face. It was disgraceful, it was wrong, it was one thing for me to expose myself, but Faith was a virtuous and chaste girl, and I knew I must stop this outrage from proceeding further.

And I was powerless. My mind was numb and my mouth couldn’t seem to find words. I stood and stared as my sweet sister obediently removed every last stitch, until she was stark naked in the fading light.

Her breasts stood big and full on her chest, dark curly hair framed her groin. Young fresh pink nipples stood out, and her smooth healthy glow seemed to light the otherwise gloomy room. My penis lifted at the sight of her, swelling to full erection.

I was naked; I don’t remember exactly when I’d undressed. Perhaps I was bewitched, or more likely I just don’t remember clearly after all the years that have passed since.

“Well!” the stranger declared, “What a lovely pair of young beauties you are. Come now, into bed!”

My sister’s face swiveled to me; this I remember with the absolute clarity of deep shame. Her eyes shifted down to my midsection, and my erect young penis. Even though the stranger stood naked not 4 steps from her, it was only when her gaze focused on my organ that shock appeared on her face.

I was the first into bed, feeling the urgent need to cover my predicament with the quilt. Or guest got in from the other side, and then Faith got in next to him as the last light faded.

There was some shuffling in the bed; how could I know if he was abusing her? What could I do about it if he were? My penis throbbed as I remembered her naked. She’d displayed little shame; how was that possible? It occurred to me that if she had committed sins of the flesh in the past, I wouldn’t know about it.

And then, I felt a hand on my thigh. A gentle touch, it stroked me sensuously, as my mother had once done. The cool fingers wrapped around my burning cock, and the pleasure of the touch was so intense that all else was banished from my mind.

He stroked me in the darkness, his noble hand sliding over my peasant erection. I knew it was wrong, doubly wrong. But I cared not. I lay still, wallowing in the first touch.

I was also aware that if he was busy abusing me, then he was likely to spare Faith. I was a farmer’s boy, I knew how males impregnated females. And I knew what happened to unmarried women when so disgraced.

Silently, he pushed me onto my side. I felt the shaft of his hot penis against the cleft of my buttocks as he put his arm over me to alternately stroke my chest and cock.  I knew what he would do; I was terrified of it, yet determined to allow it to take place for the sake of my sister’s honor.

There was more unseen shuffling. He rolled away from me; he and I were still, so the continued movement had to be my sister. I became aware that she was pleasuring him.

I turned to look; in the dim moonlight that penetrated out bedchamber, I was able to see the outline of them, and the movements of the quilt above where I knew his engorged cock had to be.

She was giving her honor to him; was it temptation, or an attempt to save me from him? Was my sister trading her chastity for mine?

In the darkness, the stranger mounted her. She let out a chirp of alarm, unable to keep her silence at this outrage; and of course she was aware that the event could not pass unnoticed by me.

Their coupling was not swiftly completed. I watched his shape move atop her, slowly lifting and falling. I could hear the soft smack of kisses, my sister’s occasional involuntary moan.

The most terrible thing was my own reaction. Instead of rage, instead of acting in her defense, I was only longing to take part. To feel that forbidden pleasure, that deadly thrill. Now I knew what the priest had been trying to warn us of when he droned of the temptations of the flesh.

He pumped with ever greater urgency, Faith groaned in a strange unfamiliar manner, and finally he grunted as a pig and froze at the bottom of his stroke.

I knew he was ejaculating inside her. I knew, and I did nothing but abuse myself helplessly; without any emission or satisfaction of my own.

There was blood on the sheet the next day; I was ashamed at my suspicions regarding my good sister. She had been a virgin before that night.

Our unwelcome guest didn’t leave the confine of our humble house the following day, even though the weather was fine. Faith and I saw to our chores. The field was sown and the workload was not excessive until harvest time; the animals had to be seen to, washing and water fetching for the house.

As I helped my sister wash the evidence of our shame out of the bedsheet, I found the courage to speak of it.

“What shall we do?” I asked her. “We must persuade him to leave.”

She was silent for a moment, her big breasts bouncing as she scrubbed. Her fine face troubled with conflict.

“It’s not our place to oppose our betters.” She said finally.

I realized that she was besotted. She had succumbed to her base desires, and would willingly give herself to him until he left her ruined, if she wasn’t already.

I went back into the house, where he sat at our table, idly smoking tobacco in a long stemmed pipe.

“Ah, excellent timing.” He said to me. “I’ve made a list of items I require from the town. Do you know your letters boy? I’ve written a list.”

As I rode towards the local market town, I wondered how it was that instead of evicting the scoundrel from our home, I was doing his bidding?

It was gathering dark by the time I returned. I entered to the rich odor of cooking poultry, and realized Faith had sacrificed one of our hens for his supper.

The silver coin he’d provided me for his needs had covered the day’s purchases with little to spare. We could ill afford the feast Faith was preparing.

After our meal, he demanded we all bathe, declaring that our peasant odor be too unpleasant for his noble sensibilities.

One of the items purchased that day was a quantity of lamp oil, a luxury we normally did without. At our guest’s behest, I filled and lit several lamps and put them about the bedchamber.

He forbade us from covering ourselves. He himself was also naked as Faith stood behind his chair and combed his long gray hair, her firm young tits swinging from side to side, her nipples standing tall upon them.

“Come closer, boy.” He demanded, and I obeyed with an odd lack of self awareness.

I looked at the radiant beauty of my naked sister as his hands grasped my genitals. Her eyes were wide with awe as she watched him abuse me, fondling my now erect cock and stroking my swollen balls with his fingertips.

The conflicting sensations were overwhelming; shame, fear, and intense physical pleasure. Yes, I admit it, I was thrilled at his attention, at his perverse appetite. I looked down into his lap and observed his penis was also swelling with desire. Faith continued to pull her comb through his hair as she watched us.

As he held my cock in one hand, his other ran up my flat stomach, then circled around my rear, pulling me closer. He rested his cheek against my ribs as he fondled my buttocks sensuously.

“Get down on your knees.” He ordered softly, “On your knees before me, boy. You know the service I require, I need not speak the order aloud.”

I knew; some boys at seminary used to perform the service for other boys in return for sweets or favors. Our priest had told us that some boys pass through a phase where they might even feel an unnatural attraction to men instead of women, and that should any of us find such adherent thoughts in our minds, to speak to him privately of the matter at his residence, without fear of punishment.

But I had never participated, nor felt such urges. My eyes always strayed to young females, and when abusing myself I’d never entertained any other imaginings.

And yet, my legs seemed to give way below me, and I fell to my knees like a wounded animal. His great penis filled my vision; I glanced upward, to his resolute yet kind face. Faith stared at me from her position behind him, her expression as blank as my mind.

I couldn’t refuse. My own emotions were powerful and in conflict. I was terrified, I was aware this act was a mortal sin, and should I die before having the opportunity to confess, I would be damned to eternal hellfire. I knew it was a shameful, despicable, and humiliating service. That those who did it were loathed and ridiculed.

Despite knowing all of that, I had a powerful and quite inexplicable urge to submit to the lust of this mysterious stranger who had usurped our lives. To have that most intimate knowledge of him, to hold his precious cock between my lips. I leaned forward, nauseated by my conflicting emotions.

He put his hand on my cheek, caressing me gently. He smiled benevolently as his hand circled up to the back of my head, and pulled my face slowly but firmly downwards.

Of course I could have easily broken away, but I did not. I allowed him to exert his will over me. I opened my mouth and his stiff member slid into my head with surprising ease.  

The sensation of oral penetration was a shock to me. I’d expected to feel only horror and revulsion, I thought it would be a foul task worse than any I’d known before; it was not.

Instead, a feeling of sheer joy filled my being. The heat of his pulsing organ permeated my head, poured down my neck, and filled first my chest with overwhelming joy, and then my own penis responded in kind, lifting unseen in the cold air below us.

He filled my mouth and my mind with madness, and I knew why this act was labeled a deadly sin. Not because it was horrible, but because it was pleasurable beyond imagining. I lifted my head up and down, that the sensation of him against my palette might be maintained and intensified. His big living cock stimulated my oral cavity like nothing had before.

My hands went to rest on his pale thighs as I went at my task with increasing passion, unable to stop even though I was very aware what the inevitable result would be.

I wanted him to spill his seed into my mouth; because I wanted that satisfaction, but there was a parallel motivation. My throat was a far safer place than my sister’s womb for his emissions. If neither of them ever spoke of this night, no harm would come of it. But if this man left our house with my sister carrying his bastard, our family would be ruined forever. I needed to swallow it, to pass his seed through my gut and save our honor.

But he was no beginner; this high born man had decades of experience, had doubtlessly been fornicating with fine ladies and whores before Faith and I were even born. He pushed my head from his lap and stood, pulling my sister to himself as I sat on my knees as if in prayer to god instead of  a boy who had succumbed to the most vile temptation.

He squeezed her tight against himself and kissed her as her hand gripped his stiff wet cock. 

I had failed most miserably; instead of relieving him of his dangerous payload, I had facilitated his intentions to deliver it where it might do the greatest harm.

He turned and lifted my sister from the floor, throwing her into the bed. Her face displayed no shame, no fear as it rightly should have. Instead she was smiling with more excitement and happiness than I’d ever seen on her sweet visage in all the years we’d shared.

It was more than her lover’s cock I’d stimulated by my ill considered impulse; their lust had risen to an even greater intensity as they’d watched me debase myself. I had joined their pact you see; I was part of it now, I had no grounds upon which to stand and object.

Instead, I was forced to watch them in the dim lamplight. My sister was more than a willing participant; her fingers pressed into his shoulders as he took his pleasure, she moaned in carnal delight and convulsed in waves of ecstasy as he plunged in and out, her legs wrapped around his.

My balls ached with need, I was about to creep downstairs and abuse myself in the darkness when he pulled out of my sister and rolled onto his back beside her, his cock still potent and yet to be discharged. I realized there was still hope of averting catastrophe.

Little did I know that what would follow would be a sin so deadly, so dangerous, that oral fornication would seem harmless by comparison.

The stranger, part 2;

“Come here, boy.” He commanded, indicating his rigid cock, still wet from my sister’s vaginal fluids “You know what to do.”

Indeed, I did. I had one last chance to drain him, and I was eager to do so.

My sister’s honor was already lost, and he had left his seed inside her once already. Still I felt the need to prevent him from doing so again if I could; but I must be honest, I wanted to experience the intense sensation of fellatio again. And although the idea of bringing him to completion was nauseating, it was also alluring.

I climbed onto the bed and without hesitation, went to my assigned task. This time, there was a new taste and smell; the musky dark female scent.

He put his hand on my shoulder, squeezing me gently as I lifted my head up and down, sucking desperately. Impulsively, I reached below to stimulate his testicles. They were big and loose, quite unlike my own.   

Meanwhile, he put his other arm around Faith and held her naked body against himself as they kissed softly yet passionately. She rolled towards him, lifting one leg to put across, but as I was there, her smooth leg instead rested upon my naked back and my right arm was trapped between their lustful bodies. I pulled my arm from between them and there seemed nowhere to place it except against the small of her back, and my bicep was accidently in her wet furry groin.

Yet still, even as the three of us circled the door of hell, I couldn’t stop. Nothing could overcome the feeling of his hot penis, the way in fit in my mouth, the sensation of power, privilege, joy at his stiff approval.

I had never known physical love; in the years since the death of my mother, not even an embrace. I mean not to excuse my perverse need, only to explain.

I wanted to absorb his seed into myself. To be the recipient of his lust.

He put his hand on mine, holding my palm against my sister’s spine, and the two of them looked down at me as I debased myself for them both. The noble cock quivered, and I knew he was close to firing his canon. I could see the tension and thrill in his eyes, I could feel the tightening of his scrotum in my hand.

But he put his palm on my forehead and pushed me from himself, denying me my prize. His pulsing wet penis fell to his flat stomach as he panted like a winded horse.

“I’ve experienced ladies of the court, courtesans of the east, and brothels of continent. Yet never have I encountered sensuality such as I find within these humble walls!” he exclaimed. “Faith, take your brother’s place and slide your perfect lips across my organ.”

Although I was disappointed, I was also relieved. My sister was already disgraced, the important thing was that she not become pregnant.

She had already lay below him as he seeded her once, and she had lustfully watched me perform the perverse act, yet she hesitated to take his organ into her own mouth. He griped her hair and held his member in his other hand before her pretty mouth.

“Tell her to do it.” he said to me, grinning at the increasing perversity he was bringing to our once god fearing young lives.

“Go on.” I said to my sweet sister, “It’s quite nice really.”

She rolled her eyes to me doubtfully, the nobleman’s eager cock still pulsing before her face. Then she obeyed our combined will, opening her mouth to accept him.

As I did, she slid it in and out of her mouth, quickly becoming enamored of the sensation. Our tormentor smiled in deep satisfaction, relaxing back on our family bed as she serviced him.

He pulled me closer, wrapping his hand around my naked buttock, and to my deep surprise, took my peasant cock into his high born mouth.

I sat on my knees as he twisted and sucked me, and I was shocked at the intensity of the pleasure I felt. His hand was fumbling behind me, and one finger found my anus, pressing against it. This was yet another new sensation to me, and a very surprising one.

I had heard of buggery but never given the concept more than passing thought. It was rumored that the practice was enjoyed by sailors and degenerates. It was clearly unnatural, yet as he pushed the end of his finger ever so slightly into me, the pressure nearly caused my body to lose control.

I looked at my sister, whose face was now moving up and down his stiff manhood as if it was no more sinful than milking the goat. Her eyes looked back at me, but I had no idea what were her thoughts.

I was about to loose myself into our lover’s mouth when he pulled away from me, removing his hand as well as his mouth from my person.

He pushed Faith from himself as well, and the three of us sat in a close triangle of damp excitement in the dim flickering lamplight as we waited for his next desire to be announced.

He put his fingers behind my sister’s head and pulled her mouth to meet his for a long open mouthed kiss which seemed to surprise her more than his cock had. Then he pushed her head down between my legs, to where my own cock was waiting to be relieved of need.

She struggled slightly, and he laughed at her hopeless pretence of objection.

I knew I must reject this outrage; all I had to do was leave the bed, remove myself. Yet I did not. I sat back and let my sister suck my cock.

I loved her; I coveted her. I suppose that was somewhat normal, as she was the only comely female I regularly encountered. Sexual contact between us however, was an affront to every value we had ever been taught.

And she looked up at me, and I looked into her ruined, corrupted eyes as she went down on me; and I realized that I was even more ruined, and more corrupted than was she.

The ecstasy of her mouth on my hot lonely penis was the most incredible pleasure I’d ever known. Her beautiful gleaming hair fell about my thighs as her wet mouth engulfed my soul, vacuuming all thoughts of resistance out of me. Her face bobbed up and down, my hard young shaft pushing against her throat. I knew it was the deepest, most evil act; I knew then that this handsome smooth talking nobleman was a servant of Satan, if not the devil himself. Yet I was helpless, trapped by my outrageous lust, and the overwhelming sensations flooding my ignorant brain.

Our guest laughed in utter glee as he watched us indulge in the deadly sin of incest. We knew little shame, and he knew none at all.

He got behind her and took her hips in his hands as he slid his cock in her, looking down at me all the while. It was impossible to stop him now; instead of doing my duty and taking action to protect my sister and indeed, our entire family from certain ruin, I gripped her fine young face between my hands, and as she stared at me wide eyed as if still innocent, I released my pent up seed into her mouth as our noble corruptor emptied his into her womb, grinning and laughing at our decent into ignominy.

It was an orgasm far more powerful than the feeble convulsions I’d been administering to myself before that point. I was a river flowing into my sister’s mouth, a flood of monstrous pleasure. I shuddered and groaned as my cock spurted seed into her, and she still sucked me as if I were a fine meal.

He pulled his organ out of Faith, stepping out of the bed and onto the floor. His cock was wet and swung slack between his thighs now, expended as mine was.

“Quickly, boy!” He ordered me, pushing my sister over onto her back, “Put your mouth to her and pull out the seed I have left there, lest you would have the result of this night cause her to swell with my child!”

I had no idea if he spoke truth, but I obeyed. After all we had done, it seemed quite sensible. I moved myself around and lowered my face between her smooth muscular legs, clamped my mouth against her wide pink opening, and began to suck her.

Faith moaned and grabbed my head just as I’d held hers moments earlier. I realized that she felt the same pleasures as I had. It was not my intent, but if that was what was required for her cooperation then I was willing.

“Lick her!” the man behind me said, “Use your tongue to tease, toy with the bump at the top of her cunt.”

I could taste his secretions, I was swallowing and doing my best to clean it from her; yet I was aware my efforts were nowhere near sufficient to stop the course of nature.

I knew that animals would only cross when the female was in season, and it was easy to tell when the time was right. But I had no information on human reproduction. I assumed it was similar; was my sister fertile at that time?

She was groaning and thrashing, yet I held her tight and didn’t give up; I did all I could, drank as much of the foul fluid as possible.

He sat next to us, his hand caressing my buttocks as I worked, which I remember as pleasant. Faith relaxed for a time, and then went into the convulsions again.

It was obviously the same strange feelings as I experienced when I emitted my seed, and I hoped that her body might push it back out; indeed, there was an increase in fluid as her fingers gripped my hair and she cried in passion, her feet pounding against my back.

The flame of the lamp flickered and dimmed, the oil as depleted as our hopes for salvation. At our master’s urging, Faith and I rinsed our mouths with water before returning to the big bed to sleep in his arms.

And he wasn’t done with us; not at all.

The following morning, he made no preparations to leave our house. Indeed, he stayed within the walls the entire day, as if hiding from the light.

Faith and I saw to our chores as usual, checking the crop and the animals, hauling water from the well, and collecting some vegetables from the garden for our supper.

“Shall I pick enough for three?” Faith asked me doubtfully.

“It seems that will be the number at table.” I replied. “What should we do? We can’t go on like this.”

Her fine features displayed conflict and trouble as she looked off into the distance wistfully.

“It’s Important that no one know he was ever under our roof.” She said.

As I helped my sister in the kitchen, our unwelcome guest sat at our table and spoke of an alternate value system; he told us that the church was corrupted, and what we were told as truth was designed only to keep the peasants calm and in the fields, working as beasts while the nobility was unencumbered. He claimed that at court, the ladies and the gentlemen enjoyed every sort of pleasure without fear, having sex in every combination, sometimes in large groups. Men lay with men, women with women, and he claimed our prince regent was a bastard, a result of a visit from the king of France in which the queens were traded for a fortnight during treaty negotiations.

“Our bodies were made by God.” He told us, “The pleasures and desires we experience are but part of his design. There is no sin in following our nature!”

I am relating this in a shortened form, his full heretical discourse was delivered to us over the course of several days and our young and uneducated minds had little power of argument. Faith stared into his face rapturously, her doubts and fears forgotten. Mine were pushed below the surface, but were not so easily extinguished.

We all ate, and faith asked if he would normally drink wine with his meal, at which he said he did not himself imbibe, lest it dull his senses for the true delights of the night.

As he said this he smiled at my sister meaningfully, and she blushed and appeared pleased at his undisguised intent.

I closed our shutters, and we ascended to the bedchamber as darkness fell. I poured a measure of oil into the lamp and lit it as Faith and the stranger shed their clothing, facing each other without any sign of shame.

I stood aside and watched them for a time; I still had no notion of his age but he was not a young man. I knew the nobility often lived far longer than we peasants, he might have been as old as 50 years.

“Come, boy!” he urged me, “Be not ashamed, remove your clothes and join us. I want to hold your big cock, and taste it too. We still have much to experience together!”

His smiled and his long silver hair glistened as his hands squeezed my sister’s large breasts, her nipples protruding between his long fingers. Her legs were splayed out, and I could see the secret pink center of her, which according to his teachings I was permitted to enjoy without sanction.

She kissed his mouth with passion that surprised me, her hands sliding across his pale old muscular body, to his waiting penis. I removed my clothes as he had instructed, my heart twisted in a mixture of lust and fear. I knew it was wrong, I knew his words were lies, I wish not to excuse my actions, only to confess them.

His arm went around my naked body, his hand stroking my buttocks. My penis lifted, as stiff as a freshly cut log. And my sister Faith grasped it in her hand, and she kissed my mouth.

The excitement and pleasure of her caress filled my mind, pushing away my doubts and fear of divine retribution. Her fingers on my private area, her soft wet tongue against my lips, her big breast touching my naked chest, and all the while the stranger’s hand stroked up and down my spine and around my rear.

He laughed kindly, pulling us all into a tight knot of sinful joy. My hand found his penis, and without thinking I was pulling at it lustfully. It filled my hand, hot and alluring, stiff and noble. He kissed me, as if I were a girl, on the mouth.

I felt myself melting, falling into a warm comfortable version of hell. A place of surrender, humiliation, disgrace, and infinite pleasure.

The three of us crawled onto the bed where my mother had breathed her last, where Faith and I had been conceived, and our bodies twisted about each other like serpents.

Hands, lips, breasts, and smooth alluring flesh was all over me. I was drowning in the intensity of sensation, and then his mouth slid down my hard young penis.

It was too much for me; I convulsed and grabbed his smooth silver locks in my hands as my fluid erupted into his mouth. I remember Faith was holding me tightly in her arms, as if she could save me. Instead, the sensation of her voluptuous body only made it more intense.

He sucked me eagerly, swallowing my seed; he looked into my eyes as we shared this outrage, his blue eyes alarmingly attractive.

It did not end quickly; I was but 16 years of age remember, with the vitality of youth. Even when my ejaculations had passed, my organ remained erect. This seemed to please him, and he gripped my thigh and pulled me over between my sister’s open legs.

My wet penis pierced her body. My eyes locked with hers, big and brown, her face so soft and feminine, her mouth open in surprise.

The stranger laughed again as my sister’s hands gripped me, and I felt her vagina tighten around my stiffness in a perfection I had never imagined.

I took her face in my hands, watching her expression as I copulated with her. His hand was on my rear, insisting I act forcefully, pushing myself in and out of her rapidly.

Although I was young and a peasant, my organ was considerably larger than his. I had the notion that my size made a difference. How big? Why would you ask such a question father? Well, I suppose I was 9 or 10 inches in length, and less than 2 in girth.

Faith was crying and her body was twisting and lifting against me. Her hands held me tightly and her vagina gripped my big cock tightly. Her eyes were closed for a time, then opened to plead for mercy; but I had none. I pounded her until her climax came and went, and still I continued. I wasn’t sure why; I had nothing in my testicles to pollute her with.

He pulled me away, and my still stiff rod ripped out of Faith’s tight wet center. Holding his own rigid rod in his fist, he took my place and pushed it up into her as her arms and legs encircled him with enthusiasm.

Before long, she was again in climax, and he ejaculated inside her, both of them emitting sounds of intense joy, their eyes locked together with more power than their genitals.

The three of us slept with the depth of the fully satiated and utterly damned.

The following day I was again at the market town to buy some luxuries he required, and I heard news that the city had been locked down, quarantined. There was plague I was told, and none may enter or leave.

I brought the distressing news to Faith and our guest; even he was troubled, and of course Faith was terrified. Father was trapped inside the city walls.

“We must all limit our exposure until the plague has passed.” He said. “Can we make do without further purchases from the town?”

“Faith and I can, but we have limited lamp oil and tobacco.” I said.

“I will live as you do for a time.” He declared, “And when the plague passes, I’ll travel onward.”

I knew naught of such things; on further questioning, he told us that episodes of supposed plague usually turned out to be false, and were disproved within a week or two. If it was a true outbreak, it might be a month or more if it was contained within the city, or years of pestilence if it was spread about the country.

“I will earn my keep here.” He told us. “I shall grant you a silver sovereign for each week, and if you so desire, instruct you in letters, or swordwork, or anything else I have to offer.”

And so our decent into the depths went on; night after night of intense carnal pleasure, and days of speaking heresy.

On her knees, faith took him in her mouth while I penetrated her from behind. All pretense at safety was forgotten in our quest to find greater and harder release.

My sister was an eager participant; indeed, she was often the instigator, no longer content after the two of us were depleted, she would take us each in her mouth until we could begin afresh.

He penetrated my anus; I was terrified of the pain, but in fact the sensation was exceedingly pleasant. I know one should not speak of so egregious a sin in such a way, but that is the truth.

I was lying atop my sister in the darkness, her breasts squeezed between our young bodies; her fingers were on my face and her tongue in my mouth.

I have heard the French kiss in that way, but we knew naught of that. We were experimenting, channeling the forces of darkness without a care for our souls.

My penis was not inside her at that moment, but at full potency trapped between our bellies. I felt him fooling with my buttocks, I knew what his intent was; yet I did nothing to dissuade him. I was willing to submit to his sodomistic desire. It was but one more step on our decent into disgrace.

He had brought a pot of lard from the kitchen, and as his cock forced itself into the sanctity of my body, I realized why.

It was wonderful, father; a feeling of oneness, of utter surrender to the pleasure and desire of another. I could feel him in a place where I’d never felt before, his stiff manly rod making a girl of me, sliding in and out of my rear with powerful and deadly passion.

Are you well, father? Is my confession too graphic? Your breathing seems over rapid.

I kissed my sister as the old nobleman used me, as filled with wonder as I was filled with cock. There was great pressure, intense sensation. His hands gripped my upper arms, he kissed my neck and back as he lovingly sodomized me.

His hands slipped around and he took my own stiff member and caressed it as he took his pleasure. He pushed it down until I slipped into my sister’s wet center, and the three of us were writhing as the serpents of Hades. Hands and mouths, genitals and limbs all in the service of this great act of wonton elation.

Faith began to climax, and as was often the case, her joy caused my own tension to increase to the point of no return. The added pressure at my rear seemed to cause a similar reaction, and I felt the cock inside me quiver and pulse as I did the same.

Mt sister, myself, and the old man shared each other, were intimate in a manner so intense that it’s as if I can still feel his cock inside me to this day, still feel his hands on me, his mouth.

Faith and I never spoke of these things aloud as we went about our daily chores. Church services were suspended due to the danger of disease, which felt as a blessing but of course removed our only hope of averting the abyss.

The following night, it was her turn to experience the intense sensation of sodomy. And it was not our guest who penetrated her, it was me, her brother, who should have been her protector.

Again, she made no objection; quite the opposite, Faith was the one insisting the act be carried out.

She positioned her groin above his face as he lay prone on his back. She reached back and took me in her hand, placing my energetic and lubricated young cock at her rear. I felt hands on my buttocks, pressing me forward; Faith emitted a groan of pleasure as I entered her.

Of course you will have no experience of such an act, so it’s up to me to describe the event as best I can. The pressure, the pleasure, was more than any of the despicable things I had experienced to that point. I knew then why this act was specifically written of in scripture. As I carefully eased in and out of her immensely powerful rear, her head was moving up and down his stiff penis. Her silky shoulders, her smooth back, her fine curls filled my nostrils. A finger entered my anus, teasing my power of self control.

You see father, we did not simply seek release. No, we had become expert at increasing the period of lust, withholding the end as long as possible. I could repeat the act, but our guest was capable of only one release per eve. We kissed, we caressed, we used our mouths in every way on every part of each other. Following his lead, we bit, pressed, squeezed, and touched.

I wanted to take his penis in my mouth as well, but it was not possible while my own penis was inside my sister’s anus; His hands clamped my buttocks and somehow his mouth found my testicles. He sucked me in, and father, there was no God at that moment, no fear of hell. The physical sensation was that intense. I experienced the most wonderful, powerful orgasm; I emptied my fluid into my sister’s dark interior, grunting as a pig. When I was depleted, we all switched positions. I lay on my back while Faith set her rear down between my legs and her back against my chest, her thighs open while he had his way with her in the normal fashion, facing the two of us as he gave her the benefit of his experience.

The moon was near full, and the light of it caused his silver hair to gleam as it rippled above us. He stroked my shoulder as my sister kissed his mouth, her body bouncing against me from the impact of his efforts.

I could not see his eyes, but I felt his gaze as he lowered his face to me, and we kissed as lovers, my hands on his broad strong back.

I was neither man, nor woman; I was floating in a strange world between, where I could love him and love Faith simultaneously. Where I was no longer a child of the God I’d known, yet I was accepted by a new deity who did not punish mortals for enjoying unnatural pleasures.

His mouth was open and our tongues met. Three became one as he and Faith reached their climax, and he stiffened and ejaculated within her young body.

It was not long thereafter when several things happened at once; the city gates were opened, the quarantine lifted. Faith and I went to a neighbor who had returned to ask news of our father.

He was dead; a public house frequented by tradesmen and laborers had produced a batch of pies made with spoiled meat. Our father was one of many poisoned by the bad food.

In shock, we made our way back towards our cottage. As we came within sight, we stopped to discuss our situation. That was when Faith told me that she had missed her monthly flow, and was likely with child. Suddenly, the seriousness of our nightly games was revealed.

What? Well yes, we did attempt that father, but if one of us had our penis within her anus, and the other tried to enter her vagina, the first was ejected by the resulting pressure. We tried many times to achieve that goal without success.

“Perhaps he will take us away with him, and marry me.” Faith fantasized. We sat in the tall grass and cried together, wondering if it was our transgressions that had brought down the wrath of the lord, and killed our father.

Then we saw soldiers in the distance, entering our cottage. We hid in the wheat and watched as they dragged our silver tressed lover out in chains. They struck him and kicked him; others were busy in the house. When they were gone, we found that our home had been ransacked, our preserves and stores taken, even the chickens and the pig had been appropriated.

But they had not discovered the cunning hidden panel Father had built, nor the heavy bag our guest had been guarding all those weeks. There was little silver in the bag; it was mostly gold.

We fled, posing as husband and wife. We boarded ship and survived the passage to the new world, the gold hidden cunningly in our luggage.

All these years, we have told no one the tale of our origins. The true parentage of our famous blue eyed son, who they now call hero of the nation.

Of course, I understand; it’s late and I’ve taken too much of your time already, don’t miss your meeting on my account. It sounds as if the boy has need of your sound guidance. If you can attend me again in the morrow, I will tell you of our sins after we reached America.

There is more, father. Much more.

Bigby 2017

 This is the first story I've posted in 6 years; I write them, but stopped posting because I get so little feedback. If I get some mail from you readers this time I'll post another.

Think about it.