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