I wasn't done with weakness and folly that night. I needed to tell someone, anyone about the book. I needed to bear my soul. But first I had to be safe. With the remainder of the page I sealed Carmen's and my fate. I would like to think it was due to the lack of sleep.

Whether Carmen orgasmed or not during sex with her Master was irrelevant to her. Her only desire was to make him happy, to serve him perfectly, to the best of her ability. When he was happy, she was happy. She would never reveal his secrets, even under duress. She would gladly serve him for the rest of her life.

"Come here Carmen. Look at this book."

"Is it very valuable, Master? It seems very old."

"Yes. I would assume so." I started translating everything. Then I came to the section I wrote drunk and gagged. There it was. I stopped.

"Master?"

"I can't read anymore."

"How can I help you then? Maybe you could enable your Carmen in Latin and I can understand better."

It seemed the easiest way. She read in silence and I awaited her judgment.

"What do you think?" I waited an agony of minutes while she thought.

"Yes, Master it is very true."

"It's true because I made it so. Ever see Yul Brenner as pharaoh? 'So it is written so let it be done.'?"

"No. Do you want me to?"

"No. Come with me. I need a shower." Things went very quickly after that. Carmen helped me wash, she dressed me and even tidied up the place while I spilled my guts about the book. It felt great. She didn't judge me. She just offered me sympathy. It all came pouring out; the awful brats at school, the sniping in the faculty room...everything. It reminded me of when I used to tell my old dog, Digs, about my day. I was sleepy. I forgot my original intention.

When I finally slowed down, she offered advice, good advice too. "I am sorry to hear about the awful school, Master. Why don't you use the book to improve things there more? Use up this book with good things?"

It hit me like a lightening bolt. I would use the book up! I could write in nothing but good things before it could make demands of me. "I could, couldn't I?"

"Si. Now sit down and Carmen will fix you a quick something."

As Carmen cooked I fixed the school. I was going for efficiency not prose.

The Faculty works together in a spirit of perfect collegiality. The parents support the decisions of the teachers and spend time helping their children improve their lives and the community. The students need to hear something only once and they strive to do their best in all things. There was never any need for homework or tests.

The boys strive to be gentlemen at all times. The girls are the picture of demure virtue.

"There! That will do for now. I'll finish the rest when I get back." I gave Carmen a peck, dashed out the door and did not think twice about leaving her alone with the power of the almighty.

Carmen, was furious. I had not eliminated her temper. It was the "serve to the best of her ability" clause that cocked it up. I did not reckon that a servant would act in their master's own best interest. What can I say? I never thought that well of people.

She watch my mini dive away. "Master, you are too kind. Those girls tease your with their sex. The bold things should be taught a lesson." Carmen looked down on my last scribblings and clucked at my simple-minded requests. "Poor Master, I love you but you are naïve. But Carmen knows men. His Carmen knows what you really wants AND the way you want it."

But still waters run deep and underneath the school's calm exterior churned currents of passion. George Carfax has only the most beautiful girls in his class. Little did he know that beneath their lady-like manners beat the hearts of wanton young women. While he taught, they would fantasize about them performing all the sexy things he liked. Every woman in his class wanted to wrap their legs around him. In fact, the more proper the woman: the more nasty and overwhelmingly powerful her fantasy. The more bound to convention: the more she wanted to be his love-slave.

George would instinctively know all women's secret desires and pleasures.

The principal and male teachers did whatever he said and the attractive female teachers dreamed of nothing else but fawning over him, satisfying his every craving and working to make his life a happier one.

The thoughts about the faculty drew her mind to what I had told her about Violet Sheffield and Amy Fife. Her temper went form red to white and she composed something especially powerful for them. The idea that anyone would treat me with anything but high regard boiled her blood and for me she took vengeance upon them.

School was amazing. The first thing that struck me was that everyone dressed so well and so polite to one another. Fashion still played a role, but at least the girls didn't put their goods "in the front window." The boys wore jackets and shirts with collars and ties. The girls all wore dresses or slacks with clean blouses and only light make up. As I entered the building, I was stunned again. The facility was so clean one could eat off the floor! No one ran. No one swore. It was all so...civil.

As I started my first class, I had a bad feeling I had greatly underestimate the power of words. All the girls were dressed primly; it was true. All their hair was up and neat. The sluts of past days were gone. But my class was now entirely made up of were all girls, no boys. My attendance book confirmed that it had been so since the beginning of the semester. All discussion periods about Jane Eyre took a most odd turn.

"Mr. Carfax, Jane wasn't much older than me was she?" Amanda Shamus, the pretty auburn haired girl, originally from Liverpool, had lost all her accent.

"No, she wasn't." I thought I had finally gotten through to her. Amanda never did a lick of homework, ever.

"And that man was twice her age?"

"Yes. That was the way things were back then. Younger women often sought out older, established men. A man's youth was spent making a fortune before he started a family." All the girls squirmed in their seats. I expected that to cause a stir. But I was surprised at what kind of stir it did cause. They didn't seem outraged or disturbed, they seemed...hopeful.

"That makes sense." Cindy Yu stated in manner less than calmly. He eyes smoldered, never leaving mine. She gnawed on her tiny cherry lips and she fiddled absently with the top buttons of her blouse.

"Yes. I would like an older man..." Amanda reinforced. She ran her hand down the back of her neck. She was beginning to sweat. "..one that knows all the tricks."

I was looking for a cold voice of reason, so I turned to Faith, the Vicar's youngest daughter, the one with the long brown hair and glasses. I doubted there was a more proper girl in all of creation than Faith. I could have sworn she was staring at my crotch. "Faith?"

"Mmm. Yes, Mister Carfax?"

"What do you think about what the older girls are saying?"

"I am sorry sir, I drifted."

"We were saying that it's fine to date older men. What do you think?"

Faith blushed beet red and sulked. "I don't want to talk about it."

It wasn't what she said. It was the way she said it. "Fine. See me after school." The other girls smirked at the irony of the good little girl getting in trouble. Truth was, Faith got in trouble often. She had her father's mouth and her mother's curt manner.

"Don't you live in a manor, Mr. Carfax?" Suneesa Darjeel inquired. The tall Thai re-crossed her long legs.

"No silly, he lives in a cottage in the woods." Amanda lowered her gaze at me. "All alone."

"Really? All alone in a forest cottage? How romantic." Suneesa stretched her back, pressing her boobs against the constraint of her blouse.

"Alone?" Cindy Yu seemed distressed. "But who takes care of you?" The class took up the cry. Things got a bit noisy but one question caught their attention.

"Where in the woods is your cottage, Mr. Carfax?" Amanda asked, pretending not to care. The class went silent. There was no way on earth I would reveal that.

And on it went. Obviously things weren't back to normal. Every period was like that, loaded with provocative double entendre' about older men bedding women half their age and me trying to deflect the issue. It was just before lunch that I caught Susan Kinsey, a lovely Kenyan girl, with a erotic digest between the leaves of her textbook. She was reading it while the others were studying, She was so caught up in the work, and she never noticed my approach.

"Well, Miss Kinsey, what do we have here?" She blushed beet red. I was expecting a simple romantic novel. I read the title before realized it. "Dream Teacher', eh?" The class exploded into giggles. It was a relief when the bell rang.

Lunch was interesting.

The faculty room was neat as well. The tables all had green tablecloths. There was a new accordion partition separating the men from the women faculty. I glanced into the women's section only to be escorted to my chair of honor by Mrs. Sheffield. They had my meal all prepared. As I began to eat, Amy and Violent took their places next to me. Mrs. Fife, the women health instructor rubbed my right thigh. She mentioned how her husband, the doctor was on call so often in her lonely house. Violet had much the same complaint, but her husband was always tired.

I discovered they were avid equestrians and we chatted about that. Once the guards were down (including mine), we found that we liked each other. Then I remembered that I had fucked with my new "friend's" minds.

The rest of the day was more of the same. I swore to myself to edit that book. One can scrape ink off of vellum, I knew. I resolved do it right after school and get things back to normal around here. Faith showed up just as I was packing. Packing always went quickly. I was such a good teacher I never had to assign any work.

Faith's fine brown bangs obscured her face. "I have been rude, Mr. Carfax. I apologize."

"Well that's good."

"I've been just miserable all day." She was teary eyed.

"I'm sorry. What can I do to make you feel better?"

"I need to know that you forgive me."

Instinctively, I knew what form of penance she wanted. I sat down and indicated my knee. "Drop your books and come here." Sheepishly she approached me. "Faith, do you want me to discipline you?"

"Yes. I deserve it."

"All right. Bend over my knee."

"What!" she was shocked. But she didn't leave.

"Bend over. I think a spanking will do."

"I don't think..."

"Fine. Then go."

With pouty lip, she slowly placed her books on my desk, took small steps towards me, turned around and bent over.

I rolled away form my desk so she could rest her chest on my left thigh. I took off her glasses and laid them on my desk. I lifted up her skirt. I knew she liked the feel of air on her little behind. I pulled down her white cotton panties. She had the tightest, tiniest bottom you have ever seen. It was without flaw, not a zit, not a mole, just pure pink felt. I spanked her hard from the start. She yelped loudly I had her bite down on her own panties. I only administered four swats but her bottom reddened and her pussy flowed. My but did it flow! Staining my left pant's leg. "There. Your penance has been served. Off you go." I handed her off my lap.

She stood there, like she was expecting something else. "Well? Go."

She gathered up her things while I attempted to remove the stain from my slacks. Faith left. Then Fatima dropped by, asking me if they could fix me dinner. I had to decline. I had better things to do, namely scratch out a certain book.

Then Caroline Starling, the Vicar's wife came barging in, dragging poor Faith behind her. "Mr. Carfax!""

I asked Fatima to shut the door on her way out "Can't this wait. Mrs. Starling? I have some pressing matters."

"No. This cannot wait. Little Faith her as informed me that you inflicted corporal punishment on her. Now I have been a rock solid supporter of you, up until this point...."

This WAS more back to normal. Caroline Starling had to be the most unbearable prig in the entire Southwest Counties. She was a beautiful women when angry, though. Her blue eyes flashed, her long straight brown hair was bound up, looking like a chestnut crown. Her statuesque height, upturned nose and curvy lips gave her an imperiousness that her husband must have sensed would make her a fine vicar's wife. She was very conscious of appearance. That was why she maintained her figure after giving birth to four daughters.

Then a funny thing happened. As I concentrated on Caroline, I could sense that she really wanted something else. I could visualize her tied up..no handcuffed to a bed and loving it. She wanted to be pinned down and ravished. I let her talk herself out.

"Well? Answer me!"

I took both her hands in a gesture of trust. Then in a single motion I lifted her arms above her head, pinned her against the wall and kissed her. "There's you answer!"

"Mr. Carfax, what...!"

I smothered her protest with another searing kiss. This time she kissed me back.

"Send Faith away." She panted.

"No" I turned my head. The little girl was touching herself. "You like this Faith? You like the sight of you mother acting like a common adulteress?"

Faith nodded dumbly.

"No Faith. Don't..." I kissed her again. Her lips parted and we shared mouths. There we stood, mashing our lips together, our chests twisting. I transferred my grip to my right hand and used my left to invade Caroline's privates. The prim and proper Vicar's wife acted like I had touched her with a live wire. I let her wriggle a hand free. My instincts were correct. She tossed her own glasses to her daughter and returned her hand to my grip.

I had to admit, she was beautiful, very beautiful. She had long legs, a big chest and hot cunt. "Tell me you want it." I breathed in her ear.

"Blessed be, yes. I want it. I want it bad."

"Unzip my pants, Faith."

"You heard him, you stupid twit! Unzip them."

Faith dropped my trousers very well. Caroline's stinky panties were down in a trice. I leaned in and jutted my ass upwards. Caroline bid her lip so hard it bled. I drank her blood. It tasted coppery and hot. She wrapped her long legs around my thighs and I rutted. She threw her arms back against the wall and remained prone. I serviced the Vicar's wife with a hot hump against the wall. I came and withdrew, leaving her unsatisfied. I left her there, her bun of hair frayed like tired rope, her daughter trying to clean her up and drove home.

The cottage was nice and neat. The book was gone. In its place was a note. "Master, Took book to manor for safekeeping. Your Servant, Carmen"

"Bitch!"

I drove to the manor. Carmen answered the door. I played it cool. "Hello Carmen. Who is home?"

"Your grandfather is in town with solicitor. Your sister says for me to tell you that the post has found her coins so she is trying for another lesson."

"Good." I slapped her right across the face. "Don't you ever touch that book without my permission! Do you hear me!"

Carmen held her face, more emotionally wounded than physically hurt. "Si."

I stormed off to the library. She brought me my usual tray of food and the book. "Your grandfather called. He is in town. Your sister says to tell you that she won't see you until late and to eat without her, Master." Then she and left in silence, leaving me feel like a complete bastard.

The scanning was done. All I needed to do was rate the books. I thought about what to do next.

"Dinner is served, Master." Carmen's words meekly spoke from the safety of the doorway.

The guilt of my blow to Carmen stung my conscious. I decided to apologize. Of course, if I had known what she did to me and the town I would have been much less remorseful. I might have even hit her some more. I took the book to supper. I didn't dare leave it alone now. The dinner was rice papaya without any shrimp. I looked up at her. "Carmen, I am sorry."

The Spanish girl jumped onto my lap. "Oh, I knew you would say that, Master."

"But..."

"No buts. Now you eat."

She fed me like a baby then dragged me off to the study. The fire was banked. She only needed to throw some wood on. "Come. We have the house to ourselves. Make love to your Carmen." She pulled off her blouse and offering me her big, caramel tits as incentive.

I thought about it for a moment. (No, really! I did.) I thought the Russian bear rug in front of the fireplace was probably why Carmen chose this room. But even though it was off the beaten track, so to speak, there was a stair and an elevated hallway that offered an enshrouded view of the study area. But then we could hear anyone come in the house. "All right."

Carmen produced a fine carafe of brandy. "I find this." And poured me a glass. Then she dribbled a little on her chest. Grabbing her by her waist, I licked it up. She laughed. Then we made love, there, in front of the fire. Carmen's perfect servitude enflamed me. I fucked her three ways in front of the roaring fire. She sucked me off. Then, as the final act, I sodomized her, reinforcing our relationship.

We lay there, I on top of her, my cock oozing out its last drops in her rectum. In the warmth of oak and brandy and I told her about my day. I did enjoy the talking, as much as the sex I'd like to think. We heard Beryl enter through the front door. It was late. It sounded like she went straight to bed.

"I guess I better go." I stood.

"Wait. Let your Carmen clean you." She had a bowl of water, a bottle of olive oil and a washrag right there. I didn't bother to ask how long she had prepared for this evening. I was more concerned about Beryl discovering me. My mini was right outside. I thought she must be very tired to got straight to her room without checking up on me...or still very angry at me missing her football match. Then cool water interrupted my reverie.

Carmen washed my peter with water and the cloth. Then she dropped a dollop of oil on her palms, rubbed it to warm it up and massaged it. "This poor thing needs some soothing I think." The oil felt marvelous. I made it part of our regimen. My cock swelled into Carmen's smiling face. "Master is quite the stallion."

"Yes. Well it is getting late." I pulled myself away. I sorted through my clothes for the scraping knife I had brought from school and then through the study's old desk for pen and ink. I did not search but a minute. A new nib pen and bottle of India ink were right on top, next to a fresh blotter. "Now I have some editing to do."

"Wait. Let Carmen help you with this book." I turned to look at her. She had must have thrown another log on the fire. She stood there, in the firelight bathing her Venus figure in olive oil. Her body glistened red and orange "You like the Vicar's wife, yes? And her daughter?" I nodded both times.

"Close you eyes. Concentrate. Imagine what each wants."

I tried it. Again I saw the Vicar's wife handcuffed to a brass bed. This time I noticed she was wearing a black satin girdle with blood red lace ruffles. And now Faith was watching. Then I concentrated on Faith, the daughter. I saw myself saying "You have been a very naughty little girl." And Faith, dressed only in white cotton undies, trembling with a desire to please. "Nothing new, Carmen. I could just be remembering today."

Then her dark, oiled arms slithered across my chest. I felt her hair tick my back and her hot breath in my right ear. I never realized how the smell of olives could be so erotic. "There is so much more. Think about girls you have not seen today. The Vicar has other daughters, yes?"

"Yes." Faith is the youngest of four girls. There was Prudence, the oldest, then Hope, then Chastity. The bitches are up there, in the choir every Sunday, except for Caroline playing the organ. Except for Faith, they are all their daddy's girls in looks and in temperament. They all have straight ash-blonde tresses and as cold as ice. Prudence was due to get married next week to the mayor's son, that bastard, Stephen Caw. That milksop always sat next to her, never even so much as holding her hand in public. The joke was her pussy was so cold, his dick would freeze and snap off on the wedding night.

"Do they please your eye?"

"Yes." Aside their awful personalities they were beautiful. It was a tribute to their intolerance that despite their beauty no lad would date them for more than a week or two. "Look what are you getting at?"

"While you were away, Carmen served you well." She opened the book and showed me what she had written. I kissed her for her thoughtfulness. That was how far I was gone.

"Carmen notices. You like to warm up ice, eh?" she stroked my chest. "Did you like what Carmen said for you? Did you like how the girls appear proper but all the while wanted your hard, hot cock plunging in and out of them."

"I am a lot of things, Carmen, but I am no hypocrite. I enjoyed it quite a bit."

"And those Vicar's daughters, your Carmen bets they are hypocrites. Picture them, you'll see."

I concentrated on Prudence. At the time I had forgotten about Carmen's recommended "the more proper the woman; the nastier the fantasy" suggestion. But I honestly don't know if I would have changed it. Carmen was right. I did enjoy "melting ice" as she put it. I never knew that about myself until she and the book came along. And the idea of cuckolding Caw, the son of the man who was spearheading the destruction of my home, filled me with righteous satisfaction.

Prudence's fantasy included men, lots of men, and one after the other. They were all dark and hairy. She was covered in their semen that she smeared all over her body. Her short blonde hair was dark plastered to her head with the stuff. "Whoa!"

"Something wrong?"

I took a deep breath. "Just not what I am into." I explained my vision to her.

"Yes. My Master is a very possessive man. He likes things to be his own and rightfully so." She handed me my pen. "Here. Change her fantasy."

I didn't like the way Carmen was pushing me. "No. There's no rush. Fetch me a robe and more brandy. I want to see what other Starlings want."

Hope had a "Wendy" fixation. She wanted a handsome young man to just fly into her window and take her while her sisters slept around her. Childishly simple, but I suppose everyone has there own idea of what is "erotic."

Chastity, on the other hand, knew what the word 'erotic' really meant. She loved her sisters. Loved them a very great deal indeed! She had suspected she was lesbian for quite some time but was fighting it off. Her fantasy alternated between bathing her younger sisters in one of the two enormous Victorian tubs in the vicarage and then more attractive members of the Church Sewing Circle bathing her.

I considered my next move carefully. The vicar was on the town council that voted to steal my family's home. Ironic, considering my ancestor paid to have his church and vicarage built. It was no secret that each Starling daughter was actually an attempt at a son. How much more ironic would it be for me to steal his family name?

Carmen returned with an old wool robe and wearing her nightshirt and robe. Carmen helped me on. It was itchy but warm enough. "Your sister sleeps. She seems exhausted by tonight's exertions."

"Good." I was so preoccupied, composing in my mind, I missed Carmen's telling remark.

"What have you written, Master?"

"Nothing yet." I related all that I knew while she put more wood on and then stripped. She liked a bit of chill now.

There was an antique drafting table in the study. I transferred the old tome to it and opened it to a fresh new page. It was as white as bone. I had carte blanche, tabla rasa and all that. Carmen brought over a full brandy snifter. I dipped the pen and got to work.

I started in order of oldest to youngest. Instead of full drafts I simply wrote test versions of the more difficult passages on a notepad. It didn't matter that time had past. I was re-writing history.

As she lay there, in Carfax's classroom, used in front of her youngest daughter, joy and exhilaration surged through Caroline Starling's heart. It was the best sex of her life. At last she understood what all those sluts had been blathering about all those years.

Her heart was still pounding. She could still almost feel it. His manhood was huge, painful, it was more of an impalement than a gentle lovemaking. No it was "fuck." She admitted it to herself, she had just been fucked, not "made love to" or "intimacy" or "intercourse" nor any other polite euphemism, it was a fuck, a hot, steamy, hard fuck.

The picture of silly little Faith on her hands and knees using tissues to clean up his drippings hit home. That was what made this sex the best, that Carfax's man complete masculinity, the way he didn't take no for an answer, the way he pinned her arms, the way he made her feel so...helpless. All the cares and responsibilities of being a vicar's wife melted away. (Actually she was control freak who relished all those "worries" and used them on people's heads like a cudgel.)

It was like her womanhood bloomed in response, like a desert seed to long awaited rainstorm. An aftershock of erotic pleasure shivered thought her body confirming that it was that was her complete submission to his desires that had turned her on so furiously. It was funny. She always though she despised such behavior. She thought she liked gentlemen.

She compared the way George took her to the way her husband apologized his way into his affections. The two men, if the vicar could be called that, did not compare. Gaspar was too soft. Maybe that's is why he only gave her only girls.

She touched her abdomen, above her womb. This was her fertile time and Gasper hadn't touched her in days. "What a son he would give me!"

Faith pointed herself towards her mother and spoke from beneath her bangs. "I always wanted a little brother."

Her comment reminded Caroline of the other element of her moment of sexual perfection. Not only was she getting fucked (there was no other word) by a real man but her daughter witnessed it all.

Over the years, Caroline felt her power waning and her daughters' waxing, especially Prudence. Getting fucked in front of Faith reminded her daughter that her mother was still a potent woman. She wobbled to her feet, took up her undergarment on the way to her purse. She took out her compact and examined her face.

The sex certainly made her look more youthful. "Not a day over twenty five." She told herself. Her crow's feet had gone and her face had lost the tense, leathery look it had gotten over the course of raising four girls in a sea-blown Cornish village. "Do you think mommy is still beautiful, Faith, dearest?"

Faith lost all composure and hugged her mother burying her face in her chest. "Oh mommy, when you were there, against the wall getting...getting..."

"'Fucked' it is all right to say just between us girls."

"...fucked, by Mr. Carfax your were the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world." Faith meant every word with every fiber of her being.

Faith's face felt wonderful where it was, in the crease of her mother's bosom. Faith enjoyed the position too. Caroline quietly, simply, opened her blouse and pulled up one cup of her bra to allow Faith to suck. Both women enjoyed the simple act of devotion. Caroline noticed her breasts were still firm and youthful. She wanted all her daughters so devoted to her and her future son. She had a revelation. "Faith. We are going to bring all your sisters into out little fold."

Faith took a break from her lovemaking. "With Mr. Carfax? I want to watch Mr. Carfax to fuck them all mommy."

"Of course he will fuck them all, dearest Faith. You will get to watch, and I will get a son."

"Even Prudence? I hate her. I know its wrong but I do."

"Oh dear, especially Prudence. Prudence will enjoy sex most of all I just know it. She is getting married in a week. We share the same periods. Who's nephew would you rather have, his or the sot, Stephen Caws?"

Faith smiled, removed her spectacles and redoubled her feeding.

"I thought so. But only a minute more. We have much to do, starting with a trip to the theater."

Caroline Starling, the vicars' wife, had no trouble borrowing a large trunk of costumes from the community theater. Ostensibly, it was for the Christmas Pageant, shepherd's crooks and such but she loaded something different all together. No one at the theater ever knew she took them, nor were the props and costumes missed.

It was a great joke that Gasper Starling had been dismissed as an army chaplain because he had once slept through an artillery exercise. So it was easy thing for Caroline to slip out of bed, at midnight, walk downstairs and use the living room phone. (it was only eleven when I was writing this) As a member of the school board she had a George Carfax's private cell phone number.

She rang him. He didn't seem surprised to hear her voice. She could tell he was in that old mini of his. A sly smile came to face as she speculated as to what he was up to driving around at that late hour. "Probably out servicing the town." She felt more gratified than anything that she had gotten a time with the town stud.

She explained her plan. She was a nervous as a schoolgirl waiting for his reply. When said he'd be right over she couldn't believe her luck. He hung up and her heart sang. Now she had to change but first she stopped by the girl's room and slowly opened the door. Faith was there, she hadn't slept a wink. In the light of the hallway, her mother nodded. As she lay there, waiting to play her part, she played with her pussy and dreamed of a being the best little girl in Mr. Carfax's whole class.

When George arrived he had the sense to park near the market and walk the rest of the way. If anyone saw him, they would assume he was on his way or returning from a pub. In the morning, people would assume he was out for a pastry. Caroline opened the door before he could knock. He rushed in.

She had been busy that day. She had her hair curled so it appeared fuller. Her long, manicured nails were painted red. (She had told her husband it was a "Christmas red" and the fool believed her.) She was garbed in her usual housecoat. She took him by his hand and led him into the living room. The all-white Christmas tree lights bathed the room in a ethereal glow.

She guided George to the place she had planned for him. He undid his clothes slowly. Her hands clenched and unclenched in desire. Then he lay back on the French parlor chaise, his head obscured by the armrest.

Caroline revealed herself, her true inner self. She whipped off the housecoat. Beneath she wore a red boositeir with white ruffle trim. It pushed up her tits. She did not wear any undergarment. She stared at his magnificent cock and waited for her master's call.

He held up his cock and waved it from side to side. "You want this? Don't you? Is your pussy wet for me? "

She stepped forward.

He spoke softly. "No no no. Wait for it. That's a good girl. Now, come closer, slowly, patiently, ride me, but do it slowly, savor every moment of your beloved stud's dick inside your sopping wet pussy.

Caroline had thought she knew what it was to be a woman. But now George Carfax re-educated her. As her pussy lips swallowed his phallus, she reviled what a fool she had been her whole life. She had known George off and on for years, she even had his family over to the vicarage for tea. She could have been fucking him for those years. Her pussy could have filled this much. Her womanhood could have been fulfilled this much. Her life never had more meaning than when she wallowed like a sow in the joy emanating from this man's dick.

"Give me a son, George." It was more of a prayer than a lover's whisper.

"You will have a son, Caroline, our son. He will be a big dicked stud like his father."

"Oh yes."

"And he will fuck every good looking woman in this town, married or not. With my approval , of course."

"Oh, yes of course"

"And you'll help the little devil do it, won't you Caroline?"

"Oh heaven's yes. No woman will be too good for our son"

"No woman will be able to resist him when he turns on the charm."

"Even me, George? Tell me he'll fuck me."

"Yes, even you, even his sisters, especially Prudence. Yes, Auntie Prudence and he will be very close. But he will be your special little man. You and he, sucking.."

"And fucking...?"

"Yes."

"Fuck fuck fuckkinnggggg." Caroline, George's new mistress, had another life wrenching orgasm. As she recovered, she knew it would all come to pass, as her lover said. And so it did.

Upstairs, Faith heard her mother cry out. Her sisters Hope and Chastity were sound sleepers. She knew it was her turn to act. She shook them both awake and whispered, "I hear something downstairs."

The three crept down the hallway in their nightshirts. They stopped at the railing. (I had been a guest of the Starlings on more than one occasion and knew the layout of their house well enough.) The three sisters looked down. The furniture seemed rearranged.

There, silhouetted against the light of the Christmas tree, their mother was languidly riding a man they assumed to be their father. They had heard them in the act before, but this was different, mother was dressed as a French dance hall girl and she seemed so...whorish..

Faith watched her sisters' faces. Chastity watched her mother closely. She licked her lips unconsciously as she glanced at her mother's smooth back. Hope couldn't take her eyes of her "father's" long shaft slurping in and out of her mum. Both girls knew they shouldn't be watching but they couldn't take their eyes away. It, she, their mother was too beautiful. They wanted to be her and be with her. Chastity felt her breasts blush with heat. Hope felt an itch in her cunny that she had felt a few times before, like when she watched boys play rugby.

"What's going on?" Prudence whispered, startling the girls. Even just out of bed she had her robe neatly folded over her pajama and enough her pins kept not a hair out of place. She had her hands on her hips.

"Mom and dad are making love." Faith muted her giggle but not for the reason Prudence thought.

Prudence took in the tableau and shook her head from side to side. "Of course they make love. Where so you suppose you come from? Now off to bed, give them some privacy."

"Aw, Pru."

"I said 'off!"

The three, obedient girls left. Prudence lingered, telling herself it was to ensure none returned. But the truth was she wanted to see for herself. Stephen, the mayor's son, was proper enough but he was as round as a marshmallow and as active as one. She secretly dreaded the honeymoon. Mother always said sex didn't matter but what was going on downstairs put the lie to that. She was enjoying herself rightly. She cooed and sighed with each gentle rocking motion she made. And father! She didn't know he was so fit or so well endowed. She gulped.

Her mother raked her nails across her man's powerful chest. Stephen, her fiancé', had fatty teats almost as big as hers. Her 'father' expertly tweaked her mother's breast, causing sighs of delight. Her few ventures with Stephen proved him to be ham fisted and clumsy. She started enjoying the moment more and more. She justified her lingering as a lesson in marital bliss.

The lesson was making her hot. Her breasts felt confined in the flannel of her pajamas. Her instincts admitted what her morality wouldn't. She enjoyed watching what was going on, very, very much. She felt they couldn't see her, up there in the shadows. She thought to watch some more. Checking to make sure the girl's bedroom door was shut, she allowed her hand to get inside her robe and wriggle under the pants elastic band to her womanhood. She found it as wet as a swamp and her clitoris was never more engorged and sensitive , during that most forbidden moment. She allowed herself to slip into a lusty reverie.

She watched the lovers change positions into the missionary. Her mother lay back on the chaise so he head almost dropped off the foot. Prudence ripped her eyes away from the magnificent cock. That was when she noticed the man wasn't her father! It was George Carfax! Faith's teacher. She froze. George reinserted himself, and her mother sighed. "Paradise, George." His pumping was slow, powerful, confident, in control; every bit a man, everything her fiancé was not. Her mother's eyes were closed.

And then Carfax looked up, right into Prudence's eyes! He put his finger to his lips. He saw her! Somehow he had seen her. The promise was unspoken but clear. If she didn't tell on him, she wouldn't tell on her. For some reason, the idea thrilled her. She rubbed her clit and he thrust in the same moment, his eyes never leaving hers.

From there it was easy. In her mind, her fingers became his manhood. He was fucking her while her mother thought she was getting it. She was getting fucked without getting fucked. It was wicked and she loved it. The "sex" was incredible. As her fingers sped up, the handsome, gorgeous man sped up as well, they built into a fury until she, her mother and George, (that wonderful, sweet, George!) came all at once.

She threw the belt of her robe into her mouth an bit on it to stifle the scream she felt rising from her belly. Prudence's orgasm was so overwhelming that she couldn't help but cry out. "Whelm" is an old Viking word meaning stunned or dazed and that was exactly how she felt, stunned and dazed. Her entire worldview had changed with that last moment. She experienced and epiphany. Sex was good and sex with a man, a real man, was wonderful. It was something she was meant to have and have it with George Carfax.

She opened her eyes and noticed she had collapsed onto the carpet. Grabbing the banister for support, she stood up and looked down the stairs. Both her mother and Carfax stood there, smiling at her. For the first time in her life she never wondered about the appropriate thing to do. She didn't feel shame or embarrassment. She was beautiful and so were they. She walked down the stairs to join them. It was the most natural thing in the world.

As she walked down the stairs she pulled off all the layers of cloth that would come between her and her new lovers. Then she pulled out all her hair bindings and shook her shoulder length hair free. She stroked her body all over, like she was discovering it for the first time. She reveled in her newfound sensuality. She felt reborn, reborn as a true woman.

She stood between the two, and for a season the three kissed.

Her mother pointed to an open trunk and she looked inside. It was filled with theatrical attire. Her eyes fixed on a black leather corset. She rubbed it against her cheek. The leather was both rough and smooth at the same time. It fascinated her. It was her medium; what she was born to wear.

Her mother helped her dress and drew the laces in her back. She presented herself to her man. The corset cut under her tits and pointed down to her pussy and a bit down the crease of her cheeks. It felt divine.

As for her lover, he was looking like quite the rampant bull. His cock shot up like a ship's foremast. Prudence stared at his manhood, seeing in all its glory for the first time. She used to think that a man's dick was a nasty, disgusting thing. Now she realized what a heavenly object it was. It was beauty personified. It embodied all she was and wanted to be.

"Go ahead. Suck it." Her man commanded.

"Suck it?" She wondered, "How could she just suck it? It had been created to be made love to and she was its lover." She bent down and took in its scent. It was better than any forbidden wine. Then she tasted heaven.

Chastity couldn't sleep. The scene had left her too tense. But she couldn't bring herself to release until the other sisters slept. Hope was snoring away, but not Faith. It was Faith who first went the door and slipped out. Chastity pretended to be asleep then when Faith didn't return, she followed. She found Faith at the top of the stairs, alone. Faith saw her, put a finger to her lips and waved her forward. She crept near.

Prudence, strong, cold Prudence was on her hands and knees sucking on her "father's" penis while her mother gnawed on the man's ass. His back was to them. Pru's hair was askew, her clothes lay strewn about the stairs. Her straight-laced eldest sister was done up in black leather underwear and moaning in purest rapture.

Chastity should have been shocked, she should have cried out but she didn't. All she could do was watch her oldest sister's tits sway and swallow her own drool. The curve of the women's asses fascinated her too. She wanted to do to them what her mother was doing to her "father." Then she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Faith was touching herself.

"Faith!" She hissed.

"Don't tell me you don't feel the same. I can't help it. It's okay. You can do it too. I won't tell."

She was about to refuse when she heard from below. "Can you taste your mother on my dick?"

Chastity knew it wasn't her father's voice. A strange man was taking her mother and eldest sister! She need to know who it was. Prudence provided the answer.

"Yes, Mister Carfax."

Mister Carfax! Faith's teacher. She strained to confirm with her eyes what her ears told her. She had a bad angle. She looked to Faith. Faith was no help. Her little sister was on her back, her nightshirt up to her waist was frigging herself furiously. Her knees were up and her legs spread affording her sister a clear view of her glistening, pink orifice.

Chastity could smell Faith's juices. The moaning from downstairs increased. Prudence was now prone. It was Mister Carfax taking her from behind. Slurping and moans arose to her ears. Mother lay in front of Prudence who lapped up her mum's cunt with devotion. Chastity's breath came in gasps. She felt her head swim. She looked at Faith. Her knees were up just like her mum's. The next thing she knew her face was between Faith's slender thighs.

At last all the tension of all those years of denial washed away. Joyfully, with release, she licked her little sister's lovely, sweet cunny. And it was sweet too, like a peach. It was better than she ever imagined. The muff was a bit of a bother, but shaving would solve that. Faith's juices ran down her chin. Faith's hands ran over her head. She had trouble gaining purchase on Chastity's French braid. At last she got a grip on the long tail of the braid and pulled her sister in closer, tighter. Chastity felt like her pussy was on fire. The sensation was divine but it lacked a sense of completion. When Faith heard Prudence orgasm, she released too.

Chastity looked up over Faith's chest. Her brown ponytails lay like a two amber sprays on the rug and her smile was one of pure, sisterly love. "Thank you Chastity, that was lovely." She stroked her cheek.

"Wasn't it sister?" She leaned over her body and the two writhed in an un-sisterly kiss, mashing their tits together. Chastity felt a soft hand caress her head. She looked up. It was her mother. "Come on dears. We have a place all reserved just for you."

"Mother..."

"I know dear. We all know. And it's perfectly all right." Her mother's smile was comforting.

Chastity looked into Prudence's eyes and saw love and acceptance looking back.

At last Chastity had found a place where she was not only accepted but encouraged to be who she was. Her mother helped her up. She helped Faith up and the three walked downstairs together. Prudence began wiping the blood from her thighs. Mr. Carfax stood there proudly. His blue eyes seemed to penetrate Chastity to her very soul.

The mother took them to the theatrical trunk. Faith chose a white babydoll nightie. It was too big for her but she didn't mind. Chastity found a full-length mink coat. She chose to wear nothing under it.

Meanwhile, Hope was having the dream again: A stranger enters the room and makes passionate love to her. All she knows is that he is a strong man. Her head bangs against the headboard, for some reason she cannot move her arms and it is the best sex of her life.

She awoke panting and as usual checked the beds to either side of her. Hope was terrified that her sisters would hear or smell! What she was dreaming of? As the sister with the largest tits she was always suspect of being the easiest. But it wasn't true. When the boys called her "Hope Chest" it hurt her feelings tremendously. But she did like the things she could get the boys to do, liked the way them men, even daddy, stared.

Then she heard the moaning. "Were daddy and mommy still making love?" As she looked at the clock, she noticed both Faith and Chastity were gone. She was relieved. Now she could get to the tissue box and wipe up her secretions. She slipped out of bed and began to quickly wipe herself down. She had heard it was to lubricate during sex but why did it have to be so much? Then she heard more moaning but from much closer than downstairs. She opened the door just a hair.

There was Chastity on her knees doing something to Faith. It took her more than minute to figure out what. When it came to her she blushed beet red. She felt like telling father and then the two, with the others downstairs moaned very loudly. She waited to see what happened next, ready to leap back to bed and feign sleep.

The sisters lay on top of one another and kissed like the do in the movies. But then mommy, dressed in red, her hair in curls came up to them and escorted the sisters downstairs.

She had to see. She was very careful and quiet. She lay on her belly and peeked around the corner. There was mommy, on top of daddy! All around her, her sisters kissed, licked and nibbled on their mother's breasts, back, bum, legs and arms. Chastity straddled father's face then leaned into her mother kissing her like a man. Then she leaned back. The fur coat hid daddy's face from her view but he must have been doing something to Chastity for her face went slack and she moaned from deep in her throat and then trembled like an earthquake had hit her.

Just when she thought she saw it all her sisters gathered around her mother and the man and began to quietly chant things like. "We want a brother. Give us a brother. Give our mother a son."

Hope had no idea when or how her hand got into her pussy but it was there. It felt great, slurping in a and out but it fell dreadfully short of what she wanted to be there. She wanted to be her mother with that huge meaty thing up in her and all her sisters kissing her, urging her on. She wanted it with every nerve in her body.

Chastity slipped off the man and for a moment only the Carfax man had an angle to see the top of the stairs. She was not shocked it was not her father. It was a man, that was all that mattered, a strong, virile man and she wanted him. Without apology, Hope stood, stepped into the light and shrugged and allowed her nightgown to fall. The man saw her. She cupped her big tits, hoping to entice him. She mouthed the word, "Please."

To her indescribable joy, he winked and with a nod of his head indicated that she should go back to bed. She snatched up her nightshirt and tiptoed off, a chorus of moans told her mother has reached bliss and her sister's shared in her joy.

About a half and hour later, Hope heard Chastity and Faith return. She opened her eyes a crack and could see they seemed exhausted. They kissed and went to their beds on either side of her and then fell fast asleep, or so she believed. Hope waited, waited for her prince to come. He did not disappoint.

An eternity later (for her) the door to her bedroom opened. She saw him, naked in all his glory. He was like some magnificent beast all muscles and hardness awaiting to devour her. He walked across the floor to the bed with the strength and power of a tiger. She couldn't take it anymore. She threw her blankets aside revealing her nakedness to him and spread her legs.

He leaned into her. He smelled of good, healthy, sweat. His body was good and hard. His chest hairs felt great. She loved the masculinity that oozed off of him. She felt filled and fulfilled. She was proud that her huge, sloppy twat could take all his wood. She hugged him and they kissed. It wasn't a chaste kiss. It was the kiss of a awakening slut. Their tongues twisted and writhed and Hope wondered what awful things he would make her do. She knew she would love them all.

Hope looked to either side. Her sisters were asleep. Her dream lover took the break to suck on her tits.

Up until this moment, Hope had thought her tits to be, for lack of a better word, overrated. When the lads mangled them, they just hurt. But when this man kissed them, thrills of pleasure shot through her mind like lightning and thunder in a winter storm. She gripped his head. The stimulation from her pussy seemed to double. She never wanted to let him go.

"Suck my tits. Oh, suck them. I am such a whore for you." Nasty language increased her joy as well. She was sullied and loved it. "Fuck me. Fuck me like a whore."

His hands tweaked them, pulled them, mashed them and kneaded them like bread dough. Pulse after pulse of pure joy sent her pushed her to the edge and beyond. "I love you. Oh, do it again." She whispered with eyes closed.

"Mind if we try something new?" Hope stretched like a cat and shook her head.

Then she heard a clink and felt two cold things encircle her wrists. The man pulled back. Hope opened her eyes. Her mother turned on the light. All the Starling women were there. ""Don't cry out darling. You won't be hurt, I promise." Then Prudence slipped a sleeper's blindfold over Hope's eyes.

Chastity spoke, "Poor Hope, you do have the best body. All the boys say so." Someone began sucking on her left tit. It wasn't the Carfax man. The lips were too small and soft, the tongue too tiny and pointed. She struggled against the cuff. She shouldn't have been enjoying it so much.

Prudence spoke next. "But we can't have you flaunting your goods around town the way you have been. Don't deny it. We all have seen how you flirt. You would end up pregnant within the year. Why do you suppose Father refused to send you off to university?" Another feminine mouth began to suckle, this time on her right breast. The pleasure doubled but so did Hope's resistance.

Hope protested. "It's not true. I'm a good girl."

Faith spoke next. "So all the boys at school are lying?"

"I don't...not that much." The sensations were getting to her. Now someone was unbinding her braid and pulled her hair behind her. Of all the Starlings, Hope lad the longest hair by far, she took great pride in the ash-blond waterfall that fell to the crack of her ass.

"Come now dear." It was mummy. "I know you think you have been a good girl, but you enjoy this too much," Long nailed fingers curled up inside of her. "and the power it brings you. You love watching the boys make fools of themselves for it, don't you?"

Her mummy was rubbing a special spot, not her clit at all. It was inside her, past her bone. That and the tit stimulation shook her with another orgasm. She had never had two in one night before, at least two that she herself didn't cause. All her boyfriends seem to stop after they got one from her hand.

She felt something meaty slap the side of her face. She turned and took it into her lips. The mélange of flavors was incredible. Hope tasted really good semen, juice and blood, the liquids of the people in the room on his cock. Then the other mouths moved around her and on her.

She began to see the sense of the blindfold. With it she could just concentrate on the sensations coming from her body and forget the people. Mother, Prudence, Chastity, Faith and Mr. Carfax were all there, somewhere. Every now and then she'd catch a "glimpse" of the person, mothers curled hair or Prudence's odd, upturned breasts.

When her cock was pulled away and a pussy took its place, she wasn't just ready, she was eager for it. Chastity's moans gave herself away. Chastity came almost at once then left her face painted in her juices. Someone removed the handcuffs but Hope did not ruin her moment by removing the blindfold.

The man straddled her and slipped his meat between her mounds. The girls pushed her mounds together, like an ass. His dick slid in between her bosom she kissed the head when it came near. Hope had never felt anything so good. Then she could hear him building to climax. She, Hope Starling, was immeasurable proud that she could make this great stag of a man come. When he did come, she pulled her head back and bathed in the shower of his love. An instant later, her sisters licked her face clean. Faith made mewing noised like a kitten in cream. Prudence growled and licked most eagerly, of the sisters she obviously loved cum the most.

"See dear? Her mother cooed. "If you need loving there is no need to seek strangers. All the love you need is right here, in the room."

Hope took of the blindfold, rolled off the bed and knelt at her mother's feet. "You are right mother. I have been suck...I mean such a fool."

The sister's giggled at the Freudian slip but not mother. "And such a little slut."

"I am a slut mother. Teach me to be good." With one hand, Hope threw back her long hair, half stood and braced her hands on the bed and presented her round rump for a spanking.

"Now you will be his slut, George Carfax, and no other. Understand?" Her mother raked her nails the length of her cheek. Her sisters whimpered in anticipation and sex roared to new life.

"Yes, mother."

"No. I don't think you do. I think a demonstration is order. Darling, do you mind?"

"Not at all."

Hope felt his part her ass cheeks with his thumbs. She felt her juices flow like the Amazon. She but her lip in anticipation of her vagina getting another good servicing. She was accepting that she was a slut.

And then he penetrated her cunt. Hope saw stars. She though she had experienced pleasure that night. She discovered that her tits and cunt could be blast furnaces of passion but this was a whole new level. The pleasure reached deep down into her soul.

She finally accepted herself as a slut. She flashed on all the boys who had used her like a love doll and she despised herself. The more she despised herself, the more she sought affection. She was spiraling downward into hell.

Then a hand was offered to her, George Carfax's hand. The hand lifted her up and carried her up to his manhood. Gratefully she rode her rescuers penis. She felt safe, she felt cared for. She would never doubt his love no matter what he did to her. It all came together, she felt so good because he felt so good. She would be his slut, his and his alone, unless he commanded otherwise.

Then she came back to reality, her new, happier reality, and the reality where the man she loved so dearly was giving her a lesson in obeisance. Up from her loins a multiple orgasm removed her of bodily control. They fell out and down twitching on the cold floor.

She was able to hear and obey.

"Prudence wash me off well."

"Yes, my lord."

Then Hope's new guiding light leaned over and whispered dark instructions to her, instructions she couldn't wait to obey. Obedience was her way to prove she loved him. And to love him was to serve him, in all things, taking joy in the task. It was all so clear to her mind. She loved who she was for the first time. She was a slut and accepted it. She didn't have to hide it anymore.

Chastity was happy too. She was a lesbian, as simple as that. Prudence knew what a real man was and didn't have to go into her marriage bed filled with regret. Caroline would have a real son. And Faith....she wanted nothing more then to be George Carfax's good little girl.

"Well this was a nice night." Caroline stated matter-of-factly. She, George and Faith left the three sisters to their own devices and retuned to the living too, Then began to gather up all the clothes. "What do you say Faith? Faith? What's wrong?"

Faith's lower lip jutted out and she seemed on the verge of tears. "Everyone got some love tonight but me."

Caroline shot a wry grin toward George. "It's true. You even fucked Chastity when she was sucking on Hope's teat."

George approached the sniffling girl. She was still dressed in her oversized white nightie. Her two silky, chestnut ponytails hung behind each ear, making her look much younger than her seniority. He soothed her head with his palm. "Is that was Faith wants?" She nodded her head quickly, sending her ponytails flying.

George pointed to his flaccid peter. Though it had been used well that night it was still felt fresh as a daisy. "You are going to have to made me hard with your mouth under..."

Before he completed his sentence the girl had her lips around the shaft and was sucking furiously. "Faith will suck you best, you'll see."

Caroline came up behind her daughter and petted her in approval. "Quite the little cock sucker, aren't we? Tell him how much you like it. And address him as 'daddy' from now on." Caroline signaled George to go along with her ploy.

"Faith loves daddy's big cock. Faith loves kissing and licking daddy's big, meaty penis." She made her voice immature in tone.

"And how does sucking daddy's cock make my daughter feel?"

"Sucking daddy's cock makes Faith's cunny go all wet and hot, mommy." Faith deep throated George's penis with renewed enthusiasm. She would pause for breaths and to pant out phrases, "love daddy so much...love daddy cock...so beautiful...good girl..."

"This reminds me. I instructed Hope to seduce your husband."

"Is that what you told Hope up there?" Caroline was more interested in Faith bobbing her head up and down and her own hand in her crotch.

"Yes. We need insurance, in case he discovers our little love nest."

Caroline was loosing herself in the moment. "Just tell me you'll be one to get her with child."

"Hope will only have my children." (That promise did come true. No matter how many men Hope was sent to seduce, she only bore Carfax daughters, each as beautiful, as alluring and as obedient to their natural father as their mother.) Caroline was really getting off on witnessing her sweet daughter suck her man's cock. "Oh sweet heaven, George fuck her!"

Faith sprung up and braced herself on the bed of the chaise. "Oh yes daddy! Fuck me, fuck your little Faith. Haven't I been a good little girl? Don't I deserve it?"

George approached the prone, eager figure. "Yes, you have been good." He flipped over the nightie exposing her behind. Faith had the tightest, smoothest, most symmetrically round behind humanly possible. Her pussy dripped juice onto the carpet. Her muff was brown, like her head and not wiry at all.

George took a moment and nibbled on her ass, appreciating the work of natural art.

"That is for you, daddy. I am all for you!"

Then George gripped his spear. He teased her, rubbing his head against her gate.

"Daddeeeee!" Faith stomped in a mixture of tickle and frustration. Caroline lost it at that point and fell to the floor, reveling.

Then he entered her.

As for Faith, he slipped into her easily, ripping her hymen. It stung but Faith was more relieved than anything else. "That damned hymen!" She thought. " Everyone was made such a big deal out of it. Now it was gone! Good riddance." Then HE slid in and out. Her glorious man was inside her. Her! He felt so good, he felt perfect. It was like her pussy was a balloon and his dick was hard air. It both filled and stretched her. The nerves along her vagina seemed to dance and celebrate. Perfection was inside her. She knew she had been meant to be this, from the day she was born, she was destined to fuck this very cock, to love and obey this man.

She had heard that true love was easy. Whoever said that was right. Slipping into her role as George Carfax's lover was as easy for her as slipping into a warm blanket. All she wanted from him, ever was a kind word. Comfort, strength, reassurance, all good emotions churned in her pussy.

"Tell me I'm a good girl, daddy."

"You are very good girl."

"Am I the best?"

Her cunt was tight but not constricting. Her pussy was wet but not sloppy. He pumped and pumped. He felt the tingle in his balls. His life-dam was about to burst. "Yes, you are daddy's best little girlllllllll ahhhhh!"

It was either hearing her called the "best" or the surges of his seed splashing into her. In any case, Faith experienced a world shaking multiple orgasm. She lost all motor control, falling on the chaise, she kept mumbling "best...I'm daddy's best little girl." through a smile of pure contentment.

Using, Caroline's old housecoat to wipe the semen and blood off his penis, George happened to gaze up. The Starling girls, afraid of missing sex, had been watching. This gave George to survey the scene and reflect on their futures. Everything he ever predicted came to pass.

Caroline would bear him a son. He would be a handsome, well-endowed little devil. All the girls will find his charms quite formidable. In time, he would return from Divinity School and take his father's place. His church will gain the reputation of being "lucky" for couples to conceive. In truth, it will be Caroline's son that will be the cause. No matter how much they love their husbands, the pain of an empty belly always won out. And then the wives always made excuses for return visits. It was one of best-kept secrets in the world. No one suspected, even when he was appointed Bishop.

Prudence always knew who her real husband was, George Carfax. At night, when she had to endure sex with Stephen all she had to do was picture George's big dick covered in semen and building to orgasm would begin.

Hope would be George's willing agent. He would send her out to seduce men and then use them to his will. Chastity would serve much the same function but for women. Together, one of any gender or orientation would be safe from their charms or George's influence Both would become master masseuses and operate, as a team, the most successful and respected day-spa at Caym-by-the-sea.

Faith was George's special little girl. She loved shopping for him, fixing him meals and doing all the things he liked. She especially enjoyed sucking him awake in the mornings. No one thought anything of it.

All George's women enjoyed perfect health and maintained their figures. None of George's spawn ever endured a paternity test His descendants enjoyed peak physical condition for the rest of their lives. When any of his lovers informed the child who his or her real father was, he or she was overjoyed. When they met, it was like they had never been away. For filial love, he or she would always do as his or her natural pater instructed.

George left. It was only six am. School was very close he would use the gym to shower and change.

"There! I better be going." I shut the book. I turned and Carmen was there with one of the suits of clothes I kept at the manor. (The cottage was cozy but it did lack storage space.) As Carmen helped me dress, as a lark, I saw into her sexual fantasy. A multitude of women lay before me, knees up in the air. Half of the women were begging me to fuck them and the other half were giving birth to my children. Carmen lay at my feet proud that she had played a part in a magnificent moment for me.

Careful to shield the book from the night mist, I entered my mini and sped off. I was halfway to town when my cell phone rang. Except for the fact that sex with Caroline warmed me to the experience of slow, rhythmic fucks, the rest you know. It was better than I described.