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Cloister House Part 3: Sin and Consequence

Our hero seduces his hostess and must abide the consequences.

 

The next few days at Cloister House passed uneventfully enough that my arrival began to seem like some strange fever dream. My encounter with the girls in the forest pool and my unsatisfying tryst with Josephine were continually in my mind, but grew more and more unreal in memory. Josephine was distant, even cold, to me--whether out of regret for her unconsidered passion or from some other antipathy, I could not tell. Sophie was cordial but, apart from a raised eyebrow here and there that suggested she knew about my afternoon walk with her friend, seemed to show no real interest in me. 

These days were difficult ones for me. In an unfamiliar place, surrounded by unfamiliar faces--and, I confess, racked by unsatisfied desires much more base, I craved companionship and kindness from any source. The sympathy and friendship showed me by Sir Lively was, thus, all the more welcome. Lady Lively, too, was all solicitude and warmth. The three of us often walked together for hours at a time in the warm spring afternoons. Sir Lively was an amateur botanist of some repute and had much to share on the flora of the garden and surrounding forest. 

I was glad to have an outlet, not just for my social bent, but also for my physical energy. I was large and strong for my age and had been told I was handsome. Though not vain, I had been impressed from a young age by my father with the need to dress to advantage and look my best, for women and for men. I thus took care with my dress and would not leave the room unless my mirror approved me. I was conscious of an approval from a different source on our walks; as we listened to her husband discourse on the floral structure of some rare spring bloom, I would often catch Lady Lively's eye appraising me while she lifted some soft flower before her full lips to inhale its scent. With her dark hair and voluptuous figure, she seemed herself some bloom from a southern climate, more vivid and full of vigorous life than her surroundings. 

One day, about a week after my arrival, we were out as usual when one of the servants hastened after us to tell Lively that some scientific instruments he had ordered were being delivered and would require his orders for their disposition. Lively excused himself and hurried away. 

Lady Lively and I proceeded a bit further before we decided to take a rest on the grassy bank of a stream. Lady Lively, saying that she felt flustered with the heat, asked me to go to the stream to fetch her some water. Indeed, her face did seem quite flushed. I made my way down the precipitous bank and filled my cupped hands with clear cold water. When I walked back to my hostess, I saw that she had loosened her dress, exposing her round shoulders and the tops of her firm breasts. As I bent over her to deliver my charge, I could not help looking somewhat too pointedly at her tender bosom. I flushed briefly when I met her gaze, but she merely smiled. To my surprise, she did not offer her hands for me to pour the water into, but rather opened her mouth and tilted back her head. I drizzled what little water I had managed to bring into her waiting mouth; she extended a long pink tongue to catch every crystal drop. She then took me gently by the wrist and, to my surprise, brought my dripping hand to her lips. She took my fingers, one at a time, into her warm, wet mouth, sucking each with a lingering tongue. 

She guided my hand to the top of her dress and toward a series of cross-ties that struggled to restrain her ample breasts. I lost no time in undoing these, and after a moment her gorgeous tits were freed. They were large but firm, with large dark nipples. Lady Lively took my face this time and guided my mouth to one of her queenly breasts. I first licked gently at it, then, my confidence growing, took the whole nipple into my mouth and began to suckle it eagerly. I was rewarded with equally eager cries from Lady Lively, who pressed my head passionately into her soft mound. 

Without relinquishing my prize, I reached under her dress and found her cunt. It was wet and seemed to open under my fingers like an impatient flower. I found her sweet button and worked it gently with my middle finger, as Josephine had shown me. Lady Lively's cries became more intense. In an almost dreamlike state, without being fully conscious of what I was doing, I unbuttoned my trousers and released my aching cock. Without asking, without even thinking, I violently pulled her dress up from around her knees and threw myself on top of her, sinking my painfully engorged cock into her sopping wet cunt. She cried out loud and grasped my hips, urging me deeper into her. It was my first time and it was unlike anything I had imagined. Her inner lips grasped my cock, throbbing along its whole length. It was sweeter and softer than her tongue had been against my hand. 

Rendered hypersensitive by my state of frustration over the past few days, it was not long until I felt myself about to spend inside of her. I did not resist; indeed, I could not have if I had tried. I began to fuck Lady Lively faster and faster, making her ripe tits bounce on her chest as she moaned into my mouth. And then, all of a sudden, I was coming inside of her. I felt the orgasm in every corner of my being; my very hair seemed to dilate with pleasure. I emptied my load into my hostess's wife, spurting over and over inside of her willing, waiting cunt. 

Lady Lively gave me a wicked smile and began to rearrange her things. "I see you were more than ready for that. Have the girls been keeping you on edge?" I struggled for a response, but Lady Lively merely laughed. "Those little teases will get what they are asking for one of these days." Though I found her language mildly shocking, I also found it quite exciting to know that her daughters' behavior was known to her. 

I must confess that no shade of compunction for my host's well-being troubled my mind, either during our encounter or during the walk back to the house. I was much more concerned that Lady Lively had not experienced the same pleasure I had. Though she was complimentary, I knew that she must be missing her own sweet release.

When I arrived at my room, I was lost in a kind of heated reverie. I could smell her sex on me and it was absolutely intoxicating. I was thus somewhat flustered to find a servant asking me to please see Sir Lively in his private chamber. 

I did so at once, with a feeling of great foreboding. It was with trembling hand that I pushed open the door to his chamber. He instructed me to lock it behind, and I complied. 

"My boy, my wife has just confessed to me something quite unsettling." 

My mouth dry, I could not muster a response. 

"She tells me--and, indeed, I have seen the evidence of this firsthand--that she played quite the wanton with you in the fields. This is not behavior that can be taken lightly." 

"No, sir." I barely could whisper. 

"Too much of the Mediterranean in her. She can't help herself. It falls to me, as her lord and master, to punish her waywardness. And it falls to you, as her willing partner in sin, to bear witness and learn a lesson." 

Without another word, he walked to the far wall and unlocked a wood-paneled door. On the other side was a small bedroom, furnished simply but elegantly in the modern style. In the middle of it was a large bed with a green comforter. And on it, stark naked, lay Lady Lively. Her hands and feet had each been tied to a corner of the bed, so that her soft womanhood, which I had so recently enjoyed, stood open for all to see. 

Nervous as I was, I could not help feeling a jolt of lustful pleasure at the sight of her spread out and open like this. My eyes greedily traced each detail of her voluptuous body, which had before remained only guessed-at under her dress. Lady Lively met my gaze and, to my surprise, gave me a slight smile. 

"Now, Nick, watch what must be done to discipline the errant flesh of a desiring woman." 

With this, my host took a light riding crop from a nearby shelf and flicked it against his wife's inner thigh. She attempted to recoil from the blow, but her restraints held her tight. He flicked it at her again, this time harder. She let out a little yelp, but remained unmoving. He lashed one of her full breasts, catching the nipple with the tip of his crop. She cried out more fully at this, but her cries did nothing to dissuade her husband, who worked methodically around her body, lashing her generous tits, her full thighs, and even landing a blow on her open cunt. I found this process painful to watch, but undeniably fascinating. The smooth skin of Lady Lively--her gorgeous tits, her juicy thighs--was covered now with the red stripes left by the crop, which I found inexplicably arousing. My cock, though recently emptied, was straining angrily at my trousers. 

I was evidently not the only one who had found the process stimulating. Lady Lively's cunt, open to the air, was dripping into the sheets, soaking a small circle of wetness into the bed. Her husband, as well, could not hide the large erection beneath his pants. 

"Even after your punishment, you are craving more, aren't you?" 

She nodded demurely. 

"I married an incorrigible little slut, didn't I?" 

Again, she nodded.

"Say it." 

She raised her eyes to mine and spoke loudly and clearly. "Your wife, my love, is an unrepentant, gluttonous slut." 

"There's no help for it. If we can't beat the devil out of her, we'll have to give her what she wants. Take off your pants, Nick." 

I complied, though somewhat shyly, given my host's presence.

"You heard my wife. She's a slut and must be pleasured. As you left her without satisfying her, it falls to you to do so. Go on, my boy." 

Still feeling somewhat uncomfortable, yet too aroused to resist, I climbed upon the bed and placed myself between Lady Lively's red-striped thighs. Looking her in the eye, I took my cock in my hand and guided it into her sweet depth. She closed her eyes in pleasure and let out a little sigh. 

I began to fuck her, then, more slowly and more carefully than before. Her cunt was swollen and sopping wet, with her own fluids and with my own come. As I settled into a rhythm, she began to raise her hips into me with each thrust, grinding her pleasure-button against my hips as I bore down into her with my cock. Her breath came more and more quickly, in little moans. 

Her husband, who had been watching us with evident pleasure, now released his own cock from his trousers and pressed it against his wife's face. Without a word, she turned to it and took it into her mouth. He was not gentle with her. He took her head and pressed his cock into her, working its thick shaft deeper with each thrust. And yet she seemed to enjoy it as fully as she enjoyed the cock in her eager cunt; she moaned into his length and slurped and slobbered her eager lips along its thickness. 

As I pumped faster and faster, Lady Lively pressed more and more urgently against me. She was almost shaking now with her pleasure, grinding her cunt against me with each wanton stroke. Finally I felt her whole body stiffen and she moaned loudly into her husband's cock. The feeling on my own cock was electric; her cunt grasped it with each throb of her orgasm, spasming uncontrollably against my length. At this, I could no longer hold back, and my own orgasm took me over as I pumped out load after load of my sticky semen into her already-sopping cunt. Lively, his breathing now ragged, thrust faster and faster as his wife sucked greedily at his cock; as he gazed at my come dripping from his wife's juicy cunt, he spent loudly into her mouth. She swallowed what she could, but a pearly drop escaped and ran down her cheek. 

For a moment, none of us spoke. Then Lively, loosening his wife's restraints, told me that we were finished for the moment but that he would be discussing this with me again. I merely nodded; almost dumbfounded at what had just happened, I took my leave quickly, lingering just long enough to catch Lady Lively's sly smile on my way out of the room. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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