Chapter 8

On the day appointed, the Twins came. They were always known as the Twins. They had married and changed surnames to their husband’s names but everyone still called them by their collective. They had been born on one of the Puritan ships coming over and so their given names were ‘Blessing’ and ‘God’s Delight’. I understood why they happily accepted the Twins as a name for both of them. Blessing Peabody and God’s Delight Longbotham (pronounced the Yorkshire way ‘long bottom’) were not names to use too often. Eighteen years old, they had the same affliction as all the other women, just when they should have been at their most fecund, they were producing no children. Blessing told me that her husband had gone off any interest in her, by contrast God’s Delight said her husband was still interested; but it made no difference, no children arrived. They had the shape and looks to turn a man’s head, even when dressed. They both wore respectable caps that covered their heads, but when they removed them, long, light brown hair cascaded down their backs. They could have cut it in penance, but instead they kept it as a promise. Anything can be justified if you look for a justification. Their faces both had freckles that made them look even younger, and their bodies were slim. Even under their long shifts it was clear that their bodies were slim, their busts and hips were not big. I looked forward to seeing more. Maeve whispered “I can see you are already ready for action.” I was, how could I not be?

“Well, ladies, welcome. May we offer you a libation?” I poured them both a goblet of mead, they looked surprised. They had never had alcohol. We had used some bread yeast and used it to ferment some honey into a tasty alcoholic drink. We also started making ‘small beer’; in summer the water could be less safe, unless you travelled to untainted streams. I thought this might help help reduce stomach problems.

“Is this allowed?”

“Even Jesus drank wine at a wedding did he not? It is only a little, and it will relax you. I perceive you are nervous. My good wife is not able to stay with us, she is too big with child so cannot take the excitement.” Maeve laughed, as she had said earlier: should she be excited or appalled that her husband was rolling around with younger, shapely women. She admitted the answer was: excited. “Still, you two can help each other, I’m sure.” They looked surprised, ‘help each other do what?’ They would soon find out. Again, it was about the joy in sex, not just the duty.

Maeve said “Well, I’ll be in the box room.” Then she looked naughty and added “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do ... which doesn’t leave much out.” and she was gone. I led them into the bedroom, I had banked up the fire. It was warm in the bedroom. On the floor was a large rug – it was a bear skin actually. I had shot the bear in the forest three months since. It had deep hair and was very pleasant to lie on. I already had an image in my head of a young woman lying on the bearskin, in her bare skin.

“What should we do? I don’t know what you want us to do.”

“Let us be honest with each other. You are both here to get as much semen – my spend – into you in the hope of getting pregnant. I am a weak and feeble man, so I cannot produce lots of spend, therefore whatever you can do to excite me will undoubtedly help.” I had the feeling no-one had been this honest, but they weren’t sure they understood.

“Naturally we will do whatever you wish. Just tell us.”

“We will come to that. To start with, meanwhile undress each other.”

“Undress ... each other? We can undress ourselves.”

“No, undress each other. I shall watch as I undress myself.” I am sure they still didn’t understand, as one girl’s delicate fingers pealed off layers of clothing of the other I could only achieve a ramrod. When my lower clothing was removed, they saw my tool and its firmness and then perhaps it dawned on them that their slow reduction to nakedness brought about by the other girl was a distinct source of sexual stimulation.

Finally they stood, only the upper part of their lower limbs were still covered by a short shift which had been removed from their shoulders and which they held in place by a hand. Their quadruple breasts were smallish, yet firmly supporting themselves and topped, each, with a large red circle with a hard small cylinder of nipple. It was plain that something had caused their nipples to firm up and become erect, in a small echo of the weapon between my legs. I wondered if their own form, that small penis like object that appears at the top of their red slits of delight, was similarly stimulated. I resolved to find out.

Kneeling, I took hold of Blessing’s shift and removed her hand, then pulling the covering down to reveal a sparsely haired groin; she made to cover herself with her hand but did not resist when I moved it sideways and moved in and kissed her, allowing my tongue to caress up the slot. I used my fingers to open her gently, to see her inner workings. Yes, she had a small nodule there, it did not look engorged. I allowed my tongue to touch her there and she jumped and giggled, exclaiming that it tickled. I laughed that it would do more than that. I licked her again and held her thighs so she could neither move, nor collapse as the surprising feelings took her. She had never enjoyed sex, never felt herself, never knew anything. Both had been clearly taught that ‘there’ and ‘that’ was not something for girls to explore or enjoy, sex with a husband was a duty.

I ignored the other girl entirely as my tongue and lips stimulated Blessing more and more, my hands held her buttocks and fingers found their way to her back entrance which she found unexpected. Looking up, I saw her own hands holding her breasts – it transpired that both had discovered that stroking their breasts was pleasant even though they weren’t allowed to travel down lower than there. She was sighing gently. My tongue slid round her fleshy eruptions and then entered and stroked the various parts. She clearly liked me licking the pee hole and loved the brief touches on her nodule. Finally I surmised that she was ready to achieve the end result and licked her nodule more firmly. She gasped, cried out and arched her back.

“Ohhhh, that was like going to Paradise. Oh! Is that wrong to say such a thing? Please forgive me.” It was an interesting conception, that Heaven was a constant orgasm. I stood and kissed her mouth. “No, you must not be concerned. Perhaps that is why Puritans see sexual exploits are not good and sex is a duty. Sex is a gift from God, so is enjoyment of it – for women and for men. Now, will you help me with your sister, who I can see has wide eyes of amazement at what she has just watched.”

“OH! I forgot you were here Delight.” apparently the sisters shortened her name to just Delight, I could see that made sense. “What must you make of the display you have just seen? What? Sir Peter, what do you mean help?”

“Whilst I am down below, you can kiss her mouth and neck and ears and breast – the one I am not playing with. Or we can swap and you can try licking your sister’s cunny.”

“But Sir Peter -”

“Just Peter, please.”

“Peter, how will this get us with child?”

“It will not, but it will make you wet and willing to receive me deep into your delightfully welcoming cunts.” They weren’t sure cunt was a good word to use. “Forgive the word, it is an honest, descriptive word for that slot that I so much wish to enter. It has a long history, I believe. It was once entirely respectable.”

Delight asked, as I lay her on the bear skin beside the first and relished the view, “But is getting us pregnant not a duty? Why would you wish to enter a ... a place ... not your wife’s?”

“A worthy question. Under normal circumstances I should be as faithful as the next man.” Knowing that the next man would probably jump at the chance of bedding two comely young sisters. “But the reverend has said this should be so, and my wife is a good woman and wishes to share the blessings of having children, so I should wish to enter for that reason alone. But I cannot deny that there are pleasures of a physical nature too. Perhaps the Good Lord allows us to enjoy doing good? Now, lets us focus on your sister.”

The slim, firm thighs of an eighteen year old are a delight. I could have been willing to move from one to the other for ever, only that my tongue was tired and my cock was getting desperate. Delight rapidly showed that she was her sister’s twin, producing gentle drips of delightful nectar. Her sister was now happily convinced that kissing her sister to ecstasy was a duty or at least not a sin, and was engaged in kisses that would have raised a dead man. For myself, my view close up was a naked groin of pink folds glistening; and further away the twin of it with a paired smaller hole above. I wondered if Blessing might allow that entrance as part of the pleasure to be imparted and shared. But I wouldn’t get carried away yet. Delight managed to conjoin her name and her feeling by expressing her pleasure at the feelings I was imparting below and Blessing was imparting above.

I was aware now that I had to unload a first delivery of my seed, as Delight reached her peak of pleasure, I surprised her by sliding up her now perspiring body and breaking into the lubricated highway to her womb. “Ohhh!!!! Ohh!! That ... no, continue, I was only surprised. The pleasure you imparted amply deserves the pain I ... oh! Please carry on.” There was little danger I would not; I had gone beyond the level of self-control possible. I was on top (and inside) a slim, young virgin of great beauty; my hand was grasping the half-bottom of her twin sister beside her and a finger was already finding its way into that fundament hole that had attracted my attention. She (Blessing) was making no complaint at this unusual intrusion.

Delight was clearly finding my energetic incursions less than pleasant; I had been aware of the opening having a goodly covering of hymen that I had broken through with little subtlety, and her entrance had suffered from lack of use; yet she made no objection, nor objected to me squeezing her delightful breasts and using them to pull myself harder in. When I erupted into full delivery with a load and generous sigh, she echoed it; for she knew herself well filled with spunk and knew that it was good quality. Her sister immediately begged me to deliver to her too.

“Ah, Blessing, would that I could immediately fill you. But it will take a little time.” I slid out. “Do you remember I said that anything you could do to encourage me would increase the number of times I might deliver to you? Well then, take this flaccid member in your mouth and encourage it to stand to attention again.” She hesitated, as well she might, the member concerned was shiny and sticky with the fluids of myself and her sister. Still, she wanted to be pregnant and if this was the way ... So it was that I lay on the bed and watched a pretty, naked wench eagerly attempting to revive my member. It would take time, I knew that; but who doesn’t enjoy a rosy red lipped mouth wrapped round their member?

A while passed and then Delight took over to try and help, at first nothing happened but slowly it rose to half a salute. “I fear more effort is required.” I said.

“What more can we do? Our mouths are tired with sucking and licking and sliding. We are remiss, I know, but we are weak. I am sorry.” Blessing said, almost desperate to appease me as she thought the fault was hers.

“No, no. I understand. But I cannot enter and fire with such a poor rod. I wonder ... I have heard of of one thing can mould it to a rod again.” Here I was verging on untruth, but not quite over it, for it was true, what I had in mind would make it hard, I was sure.

“What? I will do anything. I promise.” she assured me.

I explained that the tightness and tubelike vice of a back entrance would undoubtedly have the desired effect “Or so I am told. But perhaps that is too much to ask.”