Harvest Dance

[kittykateater]

I am the luckiest man out of all the villagers. Not only have I married the only dark-complected beauty in a village of nearly-identical porcelain-white skinned redheads and blondes. Not only that, as I say, but Jubilee would, I think, rather kneel upon her knees and suckle upon my man-flesh than do anything else in this whole wide world.

After she hungrily swallowed my third explosive burst of white man-cream, purring contentedly as she gulped eagerly, I carried her naked in my arms to the barn, laying her upon her back in the soft hay. I raised her legs until they were completely vertical, her feet and ankles propped and resting upon a heavy wooden beam across the top of the half-height horse stall. With both hands, I slowly and gently spread her knees apart. Now I could rest my head very comfortably between her smooth, creamy cocoa-toned thighs, and in her position, my tongue could reach every part of her most delectable female anatomy, exterior and interior.

I slid a hand under her, to cup her full, round ass cheeks. With her soft and luscious buttocks resting comfortably in my cupped palm, I then slid a finger into her anus, as my tongue flickered and flitted and teased at her outermost pussy lips now.

I took one long, lingering lick up from her anus to her clit. This single lick must have taken me at least 15 minutes to complete, as she desperately wiggled, wriggled, and squirmed against my tongue, her passionate moans grrowing increasingly louder, each moan lasting longer than the last. Finally, my tongue flicked for half a second against her throbbing clit, as her hips swayed and her pelvis rose up to meet me.

Her gorgeous ass raised up off the barn floor now, allowing me to cup her ass more tightly in my palm and knead her warm, lovely buns. Now only her shoulders on the barn floor, and her feet and ankles against the horse-stall rafter, were supporting her body weight.

Her pussy lips parted open even wider now, and she was as wet as I have ever seen her. I took that as a warm and open invitation, sliding my tongue across her moist inner walls and up onto her spongy G-spot. She squirmed even more eagerly now, and her moaning turned into a nearly ear-piercing shriek, as her spasming pussy muscles clamped down tight around my curled tongue and refused to let go. Her highly-excited G-spot became textured like a sea of goose bumps, as the sweetest yet tangiest nectar coated my swirling tongue. Her G-spot juice was quite different in taste than her clit-juice: sweeter yet tangier, and with less of a scent.

Her pussy muscles relaxed their death grip on my tongue, just enough for me to slide outward from her G-spot to her clit. Her warm clit pulsing and throbbing against my taste buds was absolutely delightful now. I formed my mouth into an O, and I sucked her tender, ultra-sensitive clit sweetly up into my lips, sucking eagerly, hungrily upon her delectable love button.

Her feet slid down off the rafters at the top of the horse stall, resting her ankles on my shoulders, and wrapping her smooth inner thighs tightly around my neck. She used all of the strength in her feet and legs to pull me down deeper and deeper into her pussy, my tongue gliding back past her clit, back over her G-spot, until I could swear my tongue was tickling her very cervix itself.

Her luscious thighs clamped down tightly around my neck, and her sweet curvy ass once more raised high up off the barn floor, lifting my head with her. She then slammed her ass down hard against the hay-covered floor, pulling my head down with her. Her tightly-locked thighs were whipping my head around like a rag doll, and I loved every moment of it, as my swirling tongue remained deeply buried inside her slick and slippery love tunnel.

With a nearly-deafening groan now, Jubilee pressed her feet hard into my shoulder blades, and she trembled from head to toe.

My long, swirling tongue burst through her cervix now, plunging at last into the paradise of her very womb itself. She let out a long, loud scream that left my ears ringing for at least ten minutes, as she flooded my mouth with passion juices flowing from her clit, her G-spot, and her inner walls, all at the same time. I nearly drowned from all those jucies bursting forth from so many parts of her interior, all at the same time. But what a way to go! I closed my eyes, and pictured my tombstone: "Joe, Son of Will. Drowned in His Wife's Flowing Passion."

I moaned loudly and repeatedly, and I sucked her entire pussy up into my lips now. She shuddered hard, her thighs tightly squeezing my neck, as I sucked down enough pussy juice to drown a whale. I decided if I was going to die in such a happy drowning, there was one more line to add to my tombstone: "He died smiling!"

Jubilee reached down and squeezed my cock and balls hard. I came powerfully in her hand, as she flooded my mouth and throat for a third time, seeming to come even more powerfully than the first two times. "I LOVE thee, my wife, my sweet Jubilee!" I shouted in my deep baritone voice.

"If thou lovest me as thou sayest, husband," she moaned, "Then thou shalt lie 6 to my 9 now, my dear heart." My Jubilee, my bewitching, sexed-up, lusty and lustful Jubilee, had loved this position, that I had learnt years ago deep in the Brazilian jungles, since the moment I had introduced her to it. And now lying 6 to 9 was a favorite activity of us both.

I turned my body as my bride had requested, moaning, "Taste of me while I taste of thee, my beloved!"

 

[jubileeslave]

"I LOVE thee, my wife, my sweet Jubilee!" Joe shouted in his deep baritone voice.

"If thou lovest me as thou sayest, husband," I moaned, "Then thou shalt lie 6 to my 9 now, my dear heart."

Joe turned his body as I had requested, moaning, "Taste of me while I taste of thee, my beloved!"

I took his flesh atwix my lips and feasted diligently over the softness from cockhead to the conjuncture of his groin then lapped over his balls as they were resting against his skin. His scent of sex filling my flared nostrils made me feel as if I were to swoon.

I loved the way that his tongue excited me. I was looking forward to the rest of our fun activities as I licked on his balls and explored his nooks and crannies, even daring to press a finger at his rectum while I suckled on his balls.

 

[kittykateater]

Normally, just the very sight of my bride in the all natural would have made me hard enough to cut my Jubilee's diamond ring in half. But she had done such a great job of pleasuring me almost non-stop from the moment we said "I do", that my love rod was taking a well-earned rest.

My wife took my flesh atwix her luscious red lips and feasted diligently over the softness from cockhead to the conjuncture of my groin then lapped over my balls as they were resting against my skin. He began to stir from atwixt my thighs, but his exhaustied efforts to strain toward hardness were somewhat weak at the moment.

I decided to focus on my mouth's 6 and let her mouuth's 9 take care of itself now.

My tongue curled up into a U, and slipped across her stiffening clit, moving in deeper to tickle her G-spot, which was still moist and goose-pimply in texture. As she writhed in desire and moaned in pleasure at what my tongue was doing to her, she eagerly licked on my balls and explored my nooks and crannies, even daring to press a finger at my rectum while she suckled on my balls.

That did it! Tired or not, my love tool burst forth into all its glorious hardeness now, against her exploring lips, tongue, and fingers. I wriggled my ass against her hand, silently begging her finger to slip deeper into my ass, and as she did, my cock grew even thicker, even stiffer. My beloved bride's sweet face lit up with joy as she squealed in delight at the obvious effect her loving mouth was having upon me now. "Ah, THERE's my handsome prince," she giggled delightfully, referring partly to me but mostly to that hardening portion of my male anatomy upon which she so eagerly suckled now.

For my own part, I was more than delighted at how wet, slick, and slippery her love cavern was becoming under my own tongue's relentless assault.

"The handsome prince who normally resides in my breaches, is delighting in the feel of thy mouth upon him. However, thy prince wishes to enter thy kingdom, my love. Art thou ready to grant thy handsome prince's entreaty for entrance into thy most private castle now, my love?"

 

[jubileeslave]

"Ah, THERE's my handsome prince," she giggled delightfully, referring partly to me but mostly to that hardening portion of my male anatomy upon which she so eagerly suckled now.

"The handsome prince who normally resides in my breaches, is delighting in the feel of thy mouth upon him. However, thy prince wishes to enter thy kingdom, my love. Art thou ready to grant thy handsome prince's entreaty for entrance into thy most private castle now, my love?"

How could I refuse such sweet words, I rose to turn for him as he lay me flat to shower me with his manliness. I moaned as his cock slammed down into my slit. Puffed and swollen made it more sensative to his plunging downward thrusts. I squirmed and then bucked up to him as I clung to his arms.

 

[kittykateater]

My sweet Jubilee slowly rose from our delightful 69, rose from her eager cocksucking, and turned for me. I gently laid her flat on her back, to shower her with my granite-hard manliness.

Sweet Juju lies down on the floor before me, rasising her knees, her bare feet flat on the floor, as she slowly parts her smooth, silky, sexy thighs for me.

I stand before her, my visible love and lust for her now proudly, defiantly, prominently pointing straight in front of me, casting a long shadow onto the floor, and onto her luscious naked body stretched out so sexily and temptingly below me. From my vantage point looking down, my achingly-hard lust for my new bride appears even large than my size 11 feet.

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I lean further and further forward, until I just sort of gently topple over onto her. As I gracefully fall toward my beloved, my throbbing manhood instantly finds its way into her sweet, tight, moist and grasping pussy. As I slip and slide my way down into her velvety tightness, I realize that this is paradise, this is nirvana...this is LOVE!

I enter her slowly, as we both so love to do. But this time my wife is so wet, her pussy muscles grasping me so eagerly, pulling me downward so insistently, that it is difficult to maintain my slow pace. Again, as if reading my mind, my bride moans "Take me quick! Take me NOW, my love!"

She moans long and loud now, as my cock slams down into her tight, juicy slit. Puffed and swollen made her sweet femininity more sensitive than ever, to my plunging downward thrusts. She squirmed and then bucked up to me as I enfolded her lovingly into my arms, and she sweetly let me hold her tight. She flung her arms around my neck, her hands stroking up and down my back, her feet frantically rubbing all over my ass cheeks, and pushing me down deeper into her.

"I love thee, my wife, my eternal soulmate!" I moan loudly, as with one final hard thrust, I plunge deeply, and I begin to pump my hot creaminess deep into her. "Oh how I do love thee so much!" I cry out, as I empty the entire contents of my swollen balls through my long, hard shaft and deep into her hot, wet, squeezing, frantically-contracting love tunnel.

 

[jubileeslave]

"Take me quick! Take me NOW, my love!" I hunger for his touch and knowingly find that I devour our time to lie in one another's arms. We entwine one another in a passionate knot but I grind to him harder. Despite the fact that I was swollen from his licking and now the way that his cock sways hold in my tightening tunnel. Holding to him tightly as we presue the prospects of our joining.

"I love thee, my wife, my eternal soulmate!" Joseph moans loudly, as with one final hard thrust, he plunges deeply, as he began to pump his hot creaminess deep into me. "Oh how I do love thee so much!" he cries out, as he empties the entire contents of his swollen balls through the long, hard shaft and deep into my hot, wet, squeezing, frantically-contracting love tunnel.

Wildly grinding myself to his body, molding myself to him as we dive deeper into the wells of my passion. I was gasping harder and harder until beads of moisture covered my skin and made us as slick as fish from the stream.

I screamed loudly as I felt my body go rigid and the wines freely flood over his flesh that filled me thusly. My eyes felt heavy and the heart felt torn from my breast and pounding in my head.

Will and his father, hearing our cries merely chuckled. "Well, thine grandson, shall be giving thee more joy, my father. I have no fear that thy next joy shall be in the form of many sired children. Me thinks he hast chosen very well."

"But of course, as did I and thee, in our time of courtship. Did ye not claim thy bride twas the loveliest of all the county? Didst thou not a fore the townfolk scream from the churchtower thy love for thy goodwife?"

"Then it seems, our Joseph is following in thine and mine footsteps." Grinning as they enjoyed the tea and cakes that another goodwife brought to amend the time we were abed in our marriage rights.

 

[kittykateater]

How could I not love Jubilee more andf more with each passing moment? I mean, here is this dark, smoldering beauty who loves me with all her heart and soul, and who I love more than life its very self, here she is as I say, wildly grinding herself to my body, molding her every luscious curve to me, as we dive deeper into the wells of our unrelenting passion. Here is my darling,m the love of my life, gasping harder and harder until beads of moisture cover her skin and make us both as slick as fish from the stream.

Just when I thought I could not possibly love her any more deeply than I already do, she screamed loudly, and I watchesd in delight as I her amazing, sexy body went rigid, and the wines freely flood over my most sensitive flesh that filled her thusly. I could feel her gasping breath on my neck, hear her heart pounding under her round , soft-brown breast.

Pop and gramps, hearing our cries merely chuckled. "Well, thine grandson, shall be giving thee more joy, my father. I have no fear that thy next joy shall be in the form of many sired children. Me thinks he hast chosen very well."

"But of course, as did I and thee, in our time of courtship. Did ye not claim thy bride twas the loveliest of all the county? Didst thou not a fore the townfolk scream from the churchtower thy love for thy goodwife?"

"Then it seems, our Joseph is following in thine and mine footsteps." Grinning as they enjoyed the tea and cakes that another goodwife brought to amend the time we were abed in our marriage rights.

At the dawning, my beloved and I knew we had to reluctantly arise from our marriage bed and begin our farm chores again, that we had now put off fopr three days. The horses needed brushing-down. The hogs needed feeding. The sheep needed sheering. The goats needed the stench washed off of them. The ears of corn needed husking and shucking.

"I have heard thee and thy bride, my son," Will grinned. "She makest thee extraordinarily happy, does she not?"

"That is true, papa. But my gretest joy, what I live for, is not the pleasures that she bestoweth upon me. Nay, far more pleasure in bringing sweet, trembling enjoymment to my bride."

I loolkked at my bride, expecting her to appear embarrassed by my frank discussion of our love life with my dad. Instead, she surprised me with her charming smile. "I strive to be a goodwife to my Joseph," she smiled. "ANd he is such a goodly husband to me," she chuckled, patting me lovingly upon the front of my britches."

"His manliness pleaseth thee then, Jubilee?" dad grinned.

"Aye, but his tongue pleaseth me more."

"My son has always been well spoken."

Jubilee let fly a merry giggle, the very sound of which tightened my breeches around my swelling. "I meant another usage of my beloved's tongue," Jubilee's smile sparkled upon her lips and twinkled merrily in her eyes.

"What I learnt in the Brazilian jungles!" I laughed, and dad nodded, at last understanding.

"Aye, lying 6 to thy partner's 9," dad nodded knowingly. But gramps now looked even more bewildered than ever before.

"A favorite of Joseph's mother..." dad began, but I glared at him to silence him. I did not wish a mental image of my sweet sainted ma being the least bit sexual, not even with my pa. I guess all boys like to think their mothers would never do what they do with their own wives, much less enjoying doing it!

Gramps struggled to comprehend and keep up with our frank conversation. "I know not what thee speakest of, my son, my grandson. Thou speakest of tongues and distant jungles, and I know not what thou be on about. But as thou speakest of tongues, I only know, Joseph, that thy gradma nearly worshipped mine own tongue. I well recall when she and me were courting, we took a hay ride at the parish church annual picnic, and we did not know that the whole village had set us up. For nobody else joined us in the hay wagon on that day, we had the hay all to ourselves. The villagers arranged it so"

"Thy grandma," gramps continued, his eyes sparkling in fond recollection, "was the shock of the village over how short she wore her skirts. I think that is what first attracted mine eyes and mine heart to her. As we rode through the woods in the bed of hay at the back of the wagon, we hit a huge bump in the road, which sent thy grandma's luscious body hurling into my arms."

"I do not think I can hear this about mine own mother," dad shouted, covering his ears and humming loudly.

"Then thou can leave, Will. I be talking to my grandson and grandaughhetr in law."

"And I for one," I grinned, "wish to hear what my gramps hath to say."

"And I for another," Jubilee enthusiastically agreed.

Dad walked out of earshot to slop the hogs, as gramps continued. "After we passed the bump in the road, I did not let thy grandma wriggle free of my hug. Soon enough, we hit 'nother bump, sending her skirt flying up above her slender, curved waist. I delighted at the pinkness and softness that was thus exposed to mine hungry gaze. 'Thou lookest delicious, my pet,' I grinned at thy gradma. 'Then take thee a taste, my beloved,' she smiled at me. That was the first time, but by far not the last, that my tongue delighted thy grandma."

"No wonder Joseph has such tongue skills upon me," Jubilee grinned, sighing contentedly. "My beloved cometh from three generations of talent! The more I learn of thy family, Joseph, the more blessed I know I am to have thee for my husband."

"I can tend the horses, my grandson," gramps grinned. "I believe thy lady is urgently in need of thy tongue skills at this very moment. Go thee, my children, and let thy tongues work their magic upon each other."

"But our chores," I weakly protested.

Gramps laughed. "For months after I married thy grandma, my neighbors clucked that I had the skinniest horses in the village. The same fate befell Will's horses. Our brides wished our tongues upon them, more than they wished food in our horses' bellies. But thou two have me to tend thy horses, so they will nay be as skinny. So go thee now, enjoy thy tongues upon each other, and I shall tend the horses. Go, enjoy!"

"Well, if that is thy wish and thy command," I grinned at gramps, tehn winked at Jubilee, "I cannot be disobedient to my gramps." I took Jubilee by the hand and led her back into the house. "Come, my beloved. My gramps hath ordered me to lie 6 to thy 9, and we cannot disobey. Be thee a goodwife indeed now, and let my tongue pleasure thee and delight thee again...and again...and again!"

 

[kittykateater]

A bump for jubilee

OOC: Well, I start my new job tomorrow. Won't have nearly the free time after that, to post here like I've been doing lately. Oh, I'll still be around here from time to time, lovely ladies like Juju are a hard habit to break. But I won't be here as often, and I'll miss you. I've had a lot of fun playing on this thread, and the way Jubilee''s erotic writing style always managed to raise a tent!

KKE

 

[jubileeslave]

( But not like Miss Landi's .. I would guess)

"No wonder Joseph has such tongue skills upon me," I grinned, sighing contentedly. "My beloved cometh from three generations of talent! The more I learn of thy family, Joseph, the more blessed I know I am to have thee for my husband."

"I can tend the horses, my grandson," gramps grinned. "I believe thy lady is urgently in need of thy tongue skills at this very moment. Go thee, my children, and let thy tongues work their magic upon each other."

"But our chores," Joseph weakly protested.

Gramps laughed. "For months after I married thy grandma, my neighbors clucked that I had the skinniest horses in the village. The same fate befell Will's horses. Our brides wished our tongues upon them, more than they wished food in our horses' bellies. But thou two have me to tend thy horses, so they will nay be as skinny. So go thee now, enjoy thy tongues upon each other, and I shall tend the horses. Go, enjoy!"

"Well, if that is thy wish and thy command," he grinned at his grandfather, then winked at me, "I cannot be disobedient to my gramps." Joseph took me by the hand and led me back into the house. "Come, my beloved. My gramps hath ordered me to lie 6 to thy 9, and we cannot disobey. Be thee a goodwife indeed now, and let my tongue pleasure thee and delight thee again...and again...and again!"

I laughed as his very words brought me to ignite afore the pleasure began. What more could a lass like I ask for. I slipped from my garments for him as he shucked off his. Then laughing and giggling set to do as we were bidden.

I found great joy in drinking of him as he was fond of drinking of me. Yet while I was sucking his flesh deeper into my lips I was filled with a vision of a child.. a young girl that was like me yet lighter of color with a young blonde man. Loving him in similar manner as we do know. I nearly withdrew from my suckling as it was so vivid. Yet I thought that perhaps this was a sign that this 6 and 9 was a learned trait from generation to generation. Smiling for a brief moment I swallowed upon his flesh and suckled harder, letting my throat work on the shaft as well as mine lips.

 

[kittykateater]

(OOC: Yes, Miss Landi is unique in her sexual deviltry! But you have a great deal of skill in that area too, Juju.)

Even as Jubilee and I licked each other into quivering, throbbing, moaning ecstasy, my sweet Jubilee told me of her mystic vision of our adult daughter lying 6s to 9s with a tall yound blond gentleman.

"We shall have to raise our children in the knowledge of 6s and 9s," I agreed. "This has been a family tradition for at least 3 generations, and we shall hand this knowledge down through the generations."

"I shall teach our daughters to suckle well upon manly flesh," Jubilee agreed, as my tongue slipped deep into her love chamber and tickled against her G-spot. "And thou shouldst teach our sons...OHHHH!... the same tongue-kindness that thou art..art bestowing upon me even now! Mmmmmm!"

"But what of their spouses?" I asked, as she sucked me yet further down her smooth throat. "Their...OHHHHH!... parents are unlikely *groan* to have taught them the...the... THRILLS, the.... Mmmmmmm!...joys of 6s and 9s. UNNNNNGH!"

"Then thou shalt teach the sons-in-law, and I the daughters-in-law, in the days...the days...OH my dear HEAVENS above!... afore the...the...OHHHHH!...the nuptuals."

We agreed to this plan just in time, just afore our mouths were too fllled with each other's sweet liquids for further conversation.

 

[jubileeslave]

Heat and sweat filled our room as our lusts ran amuk. I was quivering harder as he sought the sweet honey that poured forth from my loins which spurred his wines to pour into my lips.

I nibbled and bit over his flesh as I was filled with his love. It spurted in fountains of rich cream which I gulped hard to swallow every drop yet some drizzled out from my lips.

Then shuddered again as I cried out in sheer joy as I succombed to my final orgasms that left me gasping for air and quivering from the energy that was used to reach that moment. "I love thee my husband..... " I crawled up to his arms and fell into his chest and slept.. exhausted from our desire to give our all to one another. I felt his soft kiss on my lips as I napped and felt our children stir in delight over our love.

 

[kittykateater]

As my face was buried between my beloved's thighs, and her pussy was wildly contracting to flow its sweet wine into my very appreciuative mouth, I got a not at all subtle reminder that Jubilee and I were not alone in the room. One of our twins stretched in my beloved's womb, kicking my forehead right through Juju's belly!

This gentle kick in the head struck me as funny, and I laughed right into my wife's open and moist love tunnel. Thevibrations of my laughter sent her into even more violent spasms, flowing even more of her delightful juices onto my lips and tongue. Seeing, feeling, and tasting her enjoyment made me throb even more of my man-lust down her hungryily-suckling throat.

"I love thee my husband..... " she crawled up to my arms and fell into my chest and slept.. exhausted from our desire to give our all to one another. I softly kissed her lips as she napped. Then I kissed her belly and told our growing children that I love them too, and we both felt our children stir in delight over our love.

Our days of unbridled, round-the-clock passion were drawing to a close. There would now be hroses to scrub down, hogs to feed, chicen eggs to gather, and soon enough, crops to plant. Then our two babies would be here, and they would need so much time and attention. The lust between us would never die, but we would soon have fewer opportunities to satisfy our deep passions. That would make our times together, though rare, all the more special and precious than they already are. The lovemaking might soon become less frequent, but never less spectacular and enjoyable.

 

[jubileeslave]

Several days passed as we enjoyed the wines of one another yet the fact that remained was that no matter what we would be faithful.

I went and gathered eggs and tended our hogs with scapes and ill growing tubers. I sought the fruits that would come in the spring and talk of planting soon was daily verse.

I went to my old homestead and checked upon my father who was drowning in misery and wine. I sobbed as he flew into a rage that I was spying upon him.

"Nay Da, " I retorted. "I be worreed abou ye. Tis naught like thee to be abed so late in the day."

"Och, run ta yer lover, lass.. tis no long welcom at me door.. " He spat as he spoke.

"Twood think ye be proud ta 'ave me married?" I knelt to listen.

His hand crossed my face and sent me spawled upon the floor. I burst into tears and slowly crawled away from his gathering the last of my things and leaving the house that I knew. I walked into the barnyard and fed the animals that ate as if nearly straved. It was then that I decided that they must be taken to our home and would talk to Joseph about this.

When I returned I was caught by Will who had not missed the mark on my face.

"Who struke thee, my daughter?" He was quite angry and reddening with each word.

"Twas naught thine son, Da." I confessed to ease his rage.

"Then who?" He demanded.

Will's Da entered the room and sighed as he gave the answer that I was hiding. "Twas given by her own father, his ring's mark is upon her cheek."

I fled to my room and sobbed on the covers until my Joseph came from the feilds afixing fences. Will quickly spoke to him and warned him of the mark upon my face. Along with the thoughts of how I came to get it and the one that gave it to me and why.

 

[kittykateater]

The situation with my father-in-law was becoming intolerable. I knew he blamed me for kocking-up his daughter and foisting a deception on the whole village, regarding when and how she had become pregnant.

I couldn't and wouldn't tolerate anyone striking my wife. Still, what could I do? He was an old and frail man, and my wife genuinely loves her father, so I couldn't exactly strike at him, and anyway, violence is not in my nature. But he didn't even want to talk with me, much less reason with me.

He blamed me for all of it, yet he struck out at her. He didn't want to hear how his daughter had lusted for my "seed planter" from our very first dance together, when we had danced naked in each other's arms, in the village blacksmith's barn. (Jubilee had even painted a very detailed portrait of my "seed planter" which she kept hidden away but often snuck a peek at, just to keep her feeling warm and loved when we couldn't be together):

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Jubilee mentioned that she needed to remove her own farm animals from her Da's farm. And mixing her animals and mine with my dad's farm hardly seemed a viable solution. And despite the midwives testifying that Jubilee had been a virgin on our marriage bed, village tongues continued to cluck with rumors, no doubt helped along by my new father-in-law's sour attitude about our marriage.

There really seemed nothing for it now, but for Jubilee and me to pack up and start over in a new village where neither of us was known. It would be hard for both of us, to leave family behind. But soon we would be too busy with our own family, the twins that were even now growing in my wife's belly.

I knew that my old sea captain, who had turned out to be a distant relative of my wife, had friends all over Europe and indeed on several continents. And the Captain had offered to help us in any and every way he can, whenever we needed him. So I asked Juju if it would be OK to ask for his help in relocating us and our farm animals. I knew it would be sad for her to have to leave her Da, but I also knew that neither she nor I were about to stand idly by as he knocked her about violently in his increasingly-frequent drunken rages.

Having sailed round the world in my youth, the prospect of relocating to another village, maybe even another country, was not as daunting to me as I suspected it would be to Jubilee. But we had to talk it over and she had to help us decide what to do now. Stay where we are clearly no longer wanted, or start anew facing an unknown future with only each other for support? But our love is strong, and maybe each other is all we need to get by.

What would YOU like to do, Jubilee?

 

[jubileeslave]

My mood became depressed and speaking to Joseph about anything left me feeling more saddened.

"Twood be best ta bring me stock to thine farmhouse. Me Da willna tend ta them. I foun them a straved.. tis naught good, I canna see them be atreated thisa way."

"Perhaps they should be moved over here." Joseph suggested.

Days passed after my Da's ire and then more rumors were flying about and sullying Will's name. I was horrified that my Da had spoken so openly of my doings.

Jospeh spoke with Captain Maluba about moving us which he seemed ready to do. He also was upset to hear that my Da was getting so violent in his cups. I felt more and more despondent.

What would YOU like to do, Jubilee? That was the ultimate question from my beloved Joseph. As the rumors became more often I was faced with the last decision.

"I be apackin fer the morrow aft'r Sabbath. Tis naught ta be alivin here. Twill break me 'eart ta leave yore Da and Granda.. e'er naught much else ta do.. I be afeard for the bairns I be carryin. Tis yore choice ta whare we be agoin I dinna care.. tis with ye I be more aworreed about." I told him as he readied to fix the last of the fences for his Father.

I packed everything that I owned and was making. Many of the gifts that came as wedding gifts were packed also. I sobbed as I set to my task and ever Granda was perplexed by my broken hearted mood.

Will felt that the doctor should come and see me. Once more he set the strange listening device on my belly and smiled. "They sound very healthy but you look unhappy. Talk with me and we shall see what can be done."

I told him about my Da's anger and my fears about leaving him alone. I mentioned that I worried about the moving away from Will and his Da. Even worried about the move effecting our children still within my belly.

He tried to reassure me but left me alone on the bed. Speaking with Will and telling him that the stress of Ian's future was causing some flutterings in the stronger babe's heart. "It might be nothing for we can not know what goes on in the mother's belly. I can not stress it enough that she can not get upset even more then already. I have seen it cause babes to " pausing as it was not the best of news.

Will nodded, he already knew and saw to it that his son knew it too. In fact Will plainly forbid me from seeing my Da or setting foot on his land. Will also made it clear that my Da wasna welcome here either.

When Joseph came in for the evening meal I made sure that the food was still warm and would be filling. Will spoke openly at the table and told us that he would not tolerate any other marks upon my skin. What I didn't know was that Will went out and already spoke to Joseph and the decision to move was already made. We would leave after the Captain arrived.

 

[kittykateater]

Captain Maluba suggested maybe we should set sail for the Massachusetts Bay coloy. Land there is much cheaper than here in the Bristish Isles, and the opportunities and the fredoms seem limitless. Nobody would know us there or be able to judge us.

But with two babies growing in Jubilee's belly, sailing thousands of miles over the rough Atlantic seas didn't sound like a very good idea to me. Maybe after the babies are born, and are old enough and strong enough to endure an ocean voyage, we might think about that. Might be kind of nice to raise our children in a new land. Maybe even have more children...or at least have a LOT of fun trying!

Captain Maulba then told of that a friend of his, another sea Captain, was about to go away on a long sea voyage for at least a year, and he has a lovely home on the Brittany coast of France. That Captain was currently visiting a village near our own, so Captain Maluba could introduce us to him if we are interested, and he even offered to sail us and our farm animals to France if we do decide to move to Brittany. It is a short sail so not likely to cause Jubilee any discomfort. It would be a great place for us to live, grow our own vegetables and fruits in the fertile soil, tend our farm animals, and even catch fish and shellfish right outside the front door. And we would be doing his Captain friend a big favor by watching his house for him.

"You have no neighbors there either," Captain Maluba winked. "If you two want to play and splash naked in the sand and the surf, nobody's going to stop you." Jubilee's beaming smile told me she liked that part a LOT, I could almost see her picturing in her mind, us rolling around in each other's arms, passionately, nakedly in the surf.

And during our year in France, Captain Maluba continued his sales pitch, it would be relatively easy to travel back to England to visit family from time to time. I like that idea. My dad and gramps would certainly welcome our visits, and maybe in time, even Jubilee's Da would get past his bitterness and anger, and welcome a visit and the chance to see his grandchildren.

After a year though, his Captain friend would be back home in Brittany, and that might be the time for us to give some serious thought to moving to the Massachusetts colony.

This all sounded wonderful to me. But I never decide anything without discussing it with my wife. My beloved's happiness is my main concern in life. So, how does this sound to you, Jubilee?

 

[jubileeslave]

The idea of meeting the other sea captain was a bit scary to me as I heard that his features were scarred from several battles with mauraders. I listened as Captain Maluba and Joseph as they spoke of the year on a new homestead. That sounded like a boon to my heart and looked over at my beloved. "Aye, I be athinkin that be a good idea."

"You have no neighbors there either," Captain Maluba winked. "If you two want to play and splash naked in the sand and the surf, nobody's going to stop you."

I giggled with a grin at the thought and the way Joseph's eyes took that dreamy look he must have been thinking the same thing.

Captain Maluba continued " it would be relatively easy to travel back to England to visit your family from time to time."

I loved that idea. Will and his Da would gladly welcome our visits as the wee ones would be the main reason of each visit besides mild homesickness. Hopefully my Da would get past his bitterness and anger, and welcome a visit and the chance to see his only grandchildren. At least I could hope for that to soften his heart enough to find it to forgive me.

" So, how does this sound to you, Jubilee? " Jospeh asked sincerely.

I looked into his eyes and with a small smile I asked, "When did ye say we were aleavin?"

Joseph in his joy lifted me off the ground and cradled me in his arms. I felt helpless but hugged him after giving him several kisses. Most of our things were ready for the trip, all that was left was the animals.

I took count of them after Joseph let me loose to talk to the captain. 7 sows, 2 boars, a bull, 3 milking cows, 2 calves, twenty chickens, a cat, 3 geese, a rooster, twelve sheep, 6 horses, 2 she-goats, a ram, a mule, 10 rabbits, 6 guina hens, a swan and one she-dog. Those being a mix of wedding gifts and animals from my homestead. I wondered what animals Will would send with us as well. Plus we would be leaving early enough to make planting season. Grains and seed were the only other thing that I foresaw that needed packing as I went back inside and packed my hope chest.

All was ready except for the clothes on our backs and the ones that I washed the following day. Leaving nothing that Will or his Da would need undone.

That night as I lied in Joseph's arms and prayed. "I canna sae me 'eart isna breakin at the thought of leavin yer Da anna Granda." I confessed amid my tears.

 

[kittykateater]

The thought of being somewhere safe from the violent temper of Jubilee's Da pleased us both very much. And we both lit up in delight when Captain Maluba commented "If you two want to play and splash naked in the sand and the surf, nobody's going to stop you." We had talked of raising our children to be comfortable with their own nudity, as we both are. And although they would be less than a year old when we would have to leave our beach-front paradise, we both hoped the experience would lay a good foundation for our children.

Captain Maluba's friend, Catain Van Argh, semed scary on the surface, what with his disfigured face and his name that sounded like something a pirate might say. But he turned out to be a most cheerful and pleasant man.

We already had 7 sows, 2 boars, a bull, 3 milking cows, 2 calves, twenty chickens, a cat, 3 geese, a rooster, twelve sheep, 6 horses, 2 she-goats, a ram, a mule, 10 rabbits, 6 guina hens, a swan and one she-dog. To this, my dad added 4 more cows, a dozen more chickens, 6 ducks, two very strong draft horses and four tough oxen to help us work the land, 25 sheep for wool and food, and 3 kittens as pets for our children. The ducks, he said, would give us ducklings, and we could raise generations of ducks. I knew both duck meat and duck eggs to be very tasty delicacies, and if we were careful, we could have a supply of ducks for many years. Captain Maluba joked that he didn't know he would be piloting Noah's Ark.

Captain Maluba and I both know how treacherous the English Channel can be, especially in winter. Although the shortest route to France, it really was much safer to sail west into open sea, then slightly south, and then back eastward to the Brittany coast. Luckily, the Atlantic was calm, with just enough wind to leisurely guide our sails to our new homestead.

Jubilee cried a few times to be leaving family behind, but as we were only three day's sail away, that was some comfort. Besides, we had Captain Van Argh's home to look after, plus all the plants and animals to tend, and soon two of our children to raise. We would be too busy to be lonely. And we would have the beach and the surf to enjoy our leisurely lovemaking when we needed a break from our chores. Knowing Jubilee's unquenchable appetites, especially when it comes to my thick manhood and her lusciouscly curvaceous arse, I felt that we would get a LOT of use out of the beach!

So it was with a mixture of joy and trepidation that we now sailed 3 full days and 3 full nights for our new home in a stange and unfamiliar land. We had a nice if small cabin below decks on Captain Maluba's ship, and while we enjoyed being topside and admiring the sea, we often retreated back below decks to our cabin, where Jubilee and I would spend hours just holding each other close, reveling in each other's nakedness, reassuring each other that our new life together in a new country was going to be wonderful.

The 3 days on teh ship also gave me a chance to reqcquaint myslef with Captain maluba, with whom I had sailed a few years ago. And a chance for Jubilee to get to know Captain Maluba too, as he turns out to be a relative of hers.

"Land Ho!" came the cry from the crow's nest on the early dawn of our fourth day at sea, as my new wife and I hurriedly tossed on just enough clothing to hide our nakedness, and scampered topside once more. The sight that greeted us was as beautiful as any tropical isle I had visited in my sailing days. Fish, lots and LOTS of fish, visibly swimming and splashing about in the cold, crystal-clear blue waters. A vast stretch of pure, untrampled sandy beach. Just beyond the beach, a handful of small trees, barely past the sapling stage, gently swaying in the mild breeze. Maybe not as breathtaking as the palms of the Sandwich Islands, but quite pretty nevertheless. And through the trees, a glimpse of a solitary house. Captain Van Argh's house. As large and sturdily constructed a house as any in England. Our home for the next year. I hugged my nearly-naked Jubilee tightly, as a single tear of joy slowly streaked down my face.

 

[jubileeslave]

While traveling by water I had the chance to get to know this cousin of mine. I delighted in his talks about the homeland that he and my mother hailed from.

Several times he remarked that I did look a good bit like my Mother and one of her sisters. I found myself wondering if any of them were still thriving somewhere.

Joseph spent a good bit of time with me below as the rocking motion of the water oft times left me retching everything in my belly to either the deck or over the side. Some of the sailors joked about Joseph getting a landlubber. I wasn't sure what that meant but I would blush hotly whenever I heard them say it.

The third night after we had dined with the Captain. Joseph and I had retired to our chambers. I longed to be on dry land again and he reassured me that we would soon be at our new home.

I arose early and sought to surprise Joseph by suckling on his manhood. My hunger being something that he wasn't surprised with any more. I had engulfed his organ and was in deep concentration as I pulled harshly on his shaft that was held in my hallowed cheeks. I could feel the building of the milk ready to come forth as a voice shouted from the upper deck

"Land Ho!" came the cry from the crow's nest on the early dawn!

Joseph grabbed my shoulders as his jism errupted into my mouth. I gagged on the quick blast of milk that rushed out of the head of his cock and streamed in waves. I swallowed as quickly as I could but some spilled from my lips and fell on my chin and chest. That didn't matter as Joseph slipped into some britches and eased a like weight shift over my shoulders. Then he proceeded to drag up topside in excitement.

The sight that greeted us was beautiful it matched the stories of any tropical isle that the sailors visited in their sailing days. I was amazed by seeing the fish, visibly swimming and splashing about in the cold, crystal-clear blue waters. I screeched in surprise as I pointed out the different kinds that I could see.

Then looking ahead at the vast stretch of pure, untrampled sandy beach. Just beyond the beach, a handful of small strange looking trees, barely saplings. They were gently swaying in the mild breeze that felt good against my skin as the sun beamed down on my face. This was breathtaking for me as the trees were entrancing to me. Yet through the trees, a small glimpse of a solitary house stood proudly. Captain Van Argh's house, the one that was to be our home for the next year. It was as large a house as any in England. Joseph hugged my nearly-naked body tightly, as a single tear slowly streaked down his face. I was so stunned that I could barely breathe yet like my beloved husband I was in tears as this was the answer to prayers that we so needed.

"Tis lik a dream!" I uttered as I held my husband tighter.

Everything was mad capped after that as the ship eased into the shallower water. I stayed close to the railing as I watched the house get larger and plainer. My heart swelled in my chest as we docked at the inlet. The Captain and Joseph readied the hoist to unload our things. I watched them as they worked getting all of our things moved from the hold and checking the animals for any illness. Joseph seemed pleased that all of over animals faired the trip. I honestly beleived that they were as overjoyed the trip was over as I was. Joseph and Captain Maluba went to the house and found a cart. Soon they had returned and the other items were loaded into the cart. Sailors and animals were pouring off onto the dock and I laughed as Joseph shoved the geese towards the wagon.

It took the better part of the day to get everything unloaded and brought to our home. I busied myself by putting things away and then taking in the kitchen. I was amazed at the things that was waiting for us here and also realized that there was much for me to do. Our garden and crops would have to be planted right away.

I offered the spare room to my cousin and then started to prove myself as a good cook. I started to cook a stew and biscuits for a large group, something I was afraid that I would mess up doing but the ships cook also helped me. I welcomed the help and learned a great deal about herbs and other roots that I would never have used in my cooking.

Our evening was slowly quieting down as Joseph lifted me into his arms and taking me into our new bed. I was kissing his neck as he took broad steps towards the room. My gown was tossed on the floor before we reached the satin linens, but I was desperately trying to remove his sweat stained shirt. I found myself tossed onto the bed as he shifted his hips and removed the pants followed by his shirt. I drooled as the sweat glistened skin looked more and more inviting. I crawled to the edge of the bed and started to lick at his balls.

His groan was music to my ears but he knelt on the bedside so that I could feast upon him once more however he pushed my body around and dropped to the bed. Thus bringing his face into my sopping box that was dripping even more as his tongue lapped over the slit and nub.

I moaned as I suckled on his cock. The pleasure that he gave me was too much as I lost control and my body wept sweet honey wines to his lips and tongue.

 

[kittykateater]

I wasn't sure if my bride's ocean-going queaziness was more from the rough waves or her being with child twwice-over...or perhaps a bit of both. The only thing that seemed to settle her stomach was to be below-decks with my manliness very deep down her throat. Not that I minded this at all!

I was proud and happy when the sailors noticed and commented that, as Juju and I scampered up on deck for our first glimpse of our new home, driblets of my fresh warm come streaked down her chin. "Thou be one lucky son of a seacook!" one of the sailors grinned at me, casting a sidewise glance at my beloved's come-soaked face and winking knowingly. I kissed her passionately, to signal to the too-long-at-sea sailors that she is mine and mine alone, while secretly delighting in licking mine own fresh warm spunk from upon her pretty face.

I laughed at the sight of so many farm animals being led from the ship to the beach. It toom nearly teh whole day to get everthing unloaded from the ship to our new home, unpacked and put away. We finished just in time to scamper to the secluded beach to watch the awe-inspiring reddish-orange sunset.

"Oh my darling Joseph," Jubilee gushed happily. "It is just the most spectacular sunset I have ever seen. It makes me want to take my clothes off, and dance an frolick and reoice." She hastily removed her shift and danced naked for me, her luscous curves and round imprgnated belly glowing before the setting red ball of the sun. "Come join me in my naked celebration of our new home," she grinned, tugging loose my britches.

Our naked dance against the sunset soon led to a kiss, then without breaking the kiss, down to our knees on the soft warm sand. She leaned back, I leaned forward, and soon I was atop her, our long kiss and tight hug still unbroken. We were now rolling in the surf, and somehow before I even knew it, I had slipped my achingly-hard love rod into her tightly-grasping womanhood. She giggled, and I asked if my cock was tickling her insides. "I think thou tickles our children's feet!" she laughed between soft moans of pleasure and gentle squeals of delight.

"Shh!" I cautined her. "Lower thy voice, lest the ship's crew hear us."

"I care not WHO hears!" Jubilee declared lustily. "I care only that thou fillest me with thy warm man-seed."

"But the babies," I laughed. "I think it nota sound idea right now, my dear, to break through thy wall into thy womb, with two children so close to being born now."

She looked thoughtful. "Hmm, perhaps you are right, my wise and wonderful husband," she cooed. "In that case, how about you delight my mouth and my throat with the seed?"

AsI began my slow slide down her eager throat, she moaned lous=der and louder. "Thy groans delight me much, my wife."

But then the volume, and the tone, of her groans abruptly changed. "These groans are not of pleasure..." she moaned, holding her belly and scrunching her face tighlty.

"The babies!" she screamed.

"But I avoided coming onto our babies. They should be just FINE!""

"No!" she screamed. "I mean, the babies are ready to leave my belly. Now!" She let out a blood-curdling scream, which brought a flock of sailors running to her aid.

"Stand aside," Captain Maluba ordered his crew. "I have delivered babies before, let me handle this."

As my beloved pushed down and shrieked, and the first child's head began to emerge from between her thighs, with some blood also escaping, these brave and supposedly fearless and fierce sailors, all had to turn, no longer able to bear watching and listening.

When they heard the baby's cry, and the sound of the Captian's sword severing teh umbilical cord, the sailors finally turned to catch their first glimpse of the baby, and to congratulate us.

"But my beloved carries TWO children!" I pointed out. She let out another scream, her body sweaty and trembling as she clutched her belly in pain. "Hurry!" she screamed.

The sailors ran to the surf and every last one of them vomited into the ocean...except Caprain Maluba, who patiently, calmly helped my bride deliver our sceond child. "You two be truly blessed indeed!" Captain Maluba beamed at us.

"Because we have two children?"

"Because thou shalt now know the different but equally wondrous joys of raising both a son and a daughter."

As my wife clutched our new son and daughter to her bosom, she finally noticed that we were both still completely naked. Under teh circumstances, of course, my mind was no longer on our horny lust, and I had shrunken considerably. "Sorry my life."

"For what? You have blessed us with a son AND a dauighter. No apology needed."

"Sorry for the timing, my darling. We didn't finish our joyous lovemaking in the sand and the surf."

"Are you kidding? There is nothing to be sorry for. I have a wonderful new wife, we have a great home in a beachfront paradise, and two beautiful new children. We have it ALL baby. No apologies needed!"

"But we didn't finish our LOVE-making!" she half-grinned, half-pouted.

The sweet, drawn-ouit way she said the word "lovemaking" and the sight of her naked body clutching our new babies, soon had my manhood starting to rise and stiffen once more. I knew the sailors could see this, and I felt my face begin to blush.

Jubilee loooked between my legs, and her eyes grew dewy and she licked her lips. "How long, Captain," she asked, "Before I can once more ride my husband? I think I need to ride him almost as much as he needs to be ridden."

"There is no set time limit," Captain Maluba grinned. "When thy birth canal loses the soreness of recent childbirth, thou canst resume whatever marital bliss and debauchery the two of you enjoy."

"In the meantime," I grinned," you can suckle upon me. And when thy soreness does subside, we can again lie 6s to 9s."

"Mmmm!" she grinned, kissing my cock-head but not quite ready to suckle upon my manhood with an audience. "I shall like that muchly, my husband. I love teh 6s and 9s." She looked down, gently patted her cute and sexy mound, and commanded, "Heal thyself quickly, so thou canst enjoy thy man soon, very soon." I heard that familiar squish of lusty desire from deep in her love tunnel, telling me that her birth canal was as eager as its owner to heal and once more enjoy my powerful thrusting and enthusiastic exploding.

Juju and I washed the blood and dirt off our babies in the gently-lapping ocean surf. One of the sailors, noticing this, told us he is an ordained minister, if we should wish our babies babptized. So right there, with my wife and me as naked as our new babies, we celebrated the baptisms of our son and daughter.

The sailor hesitated on the words, "I hereby baptize thee...umm, baptize thee as..."

I turned to my wife and asked, "What shall we name our son and our daughter, my love?"

OOC: Seems appropraite that this is post #69 on this thread!

 

[jubileeslave]

I delighted in the sight of the autumn colored sky as we played along the beach and dropping the tight fitting shift and dancing before my love.

My laughter grew louder and thus he chided me "Shh! Lower thy voice, lest the ship's crew hear us."

Och, such talk as I let the heavens know iffa I so cared to tell "I CAREST NAUGHT WHO 'EARTH! I care thou woodst fill me with thine seed!"

He used reason and I relented to his will. Instead choose to suckle upon his manhood. Which suited him until such pains plaqued me and I groaned loudly. Pulling away anzD pain like none I had ever know made my belly feel as if it were tearing away. "OUR BAIRNS!" I wept.

He reply made no sense to me and I screamed in sheer agony. "Thy see willest ta leave my belly NAE!" The next scream filled with weeping as the fear of dieing filled the air.

I looked up at the captain with pleading eyes. I felt such strong urges as to force my bowels to empty yet screamed from such pains. I felt terrified as something started to emerge from atwix my legs. Sweat flowed over my body as my cousin gave me sweet words of encouragement then without warning the child slipped into his waiting hands and he quckly cut the rope from it's belly.

"But my beloved carries two children!" Joseph remarked as Maluba handed him his daughter.

Such relief flooded my nerves only to have the strong pains return and surge thur the belly that my very screams made the sailors turn weak kneed. The second child coming quicker then the first and it's wails carried on the wind.

I was given them both and held them close to my bosom. Though the pains were so harsh my reward was far greater. I gave talk to my beloved for not pleaing him as a goodwife should.
He smiled and forgave me but yet the time was a question that I asked my cousin who gave me sound advice and I passed it to my flesh "HEAL THYSELF QUICKLY!"

The other sailors quipped about being the one that caused me to talk thusly.

We took the time to bath our wee bairns in the clear water and one offered to christin them which I beamed brightly as the names wafted from my tongue.

"Luicain Maluba Willaim Josef ann she be named Joy Victoria Fay Anne."

I looked at my beloved and smiled as our children were named and blessed and the vow that my cousin would be carrying the news to a pair of grandfathers.. and a great grandda.

 

[kittykateater]

Time went by so quickly in our French oceanfront paradise. The spring planting and sheep-sheering. The long hot summer of my lovely bride and me splashing and playing naked in the surf and sand, and teaching our babies not to fear the water or their own nakedness. The autumn harvest. The icy cold winter huddling under thick blankets, exploring and inventing through all sorts of wild , warm, and wonderful new love play.

All too soon Captain Van Argh returned to reclaim his beachfront home. My beloved's cousin and my own old friend, Captain Maluba, offered to sail us to the Colonies, and reluctantly, we all got ready.

We made a quick northward sail from France's Britanny Coast back to England, for a tearful goodbye to my dad and granddad, and to Jubilee's Da. They were happy to meet our children and saddened that we were sailing so far away. But they understood why we could not continue to live in England with all the gossip over the circumstance of how and when our children were conceived. We would have a fresh, clean start in the Colonies, a life free from bitter backstabbing. We cried that we should likely never again see our families in England, but consoled ourselves with the promise of frequent letter writing.

Juju and I then had one final romp in the hay-covered barn, on the very floor, in the very stall, where we had cemented the love and lust between Jubilee and me in the first place. Then we boarded the boat, both of us grinning ecstatically and smelling of fresh, raw sex.

The windy winter squalls off Iceland and Greenland rocked Captain Maluba's tiny boat something fierce. My beloved and I, and our year-old son and daughter, were heaving almost constantly, as were many of even the most experienced sailors.

One day, Captain Maluba had simply had too much of this violent weather, and he ordered his helmsman to steer due south. After about nine days, we were finally south of the stormy, choppy seas. I had no idea how far south he intended to go, but as an experienced sailor myself, one day several months alter, I checked the charts and found that we were well into the Tropics and fast approaching the equator.

"That should do," Captain Maluba flashed a quick grin, ordering his helmsan to steer due west from here on in until we hit South America, and then sail northward until we reached the grand English colony of Virginia.

By this time, it was already spring. Unbeknownst to any of us, a 90-mile-an-hour hurricane was forming off Spanish Florida and headed right toward us. It struck us with sudden fury. The ship was already damaged from ice storms off Greenland, so this furious howling wind had nails popping loose and planks splitting in the ship's hull. Not a good sign. We were taking on water fast, and the sailros who didn't drown below decks were tossed into the churning currents from on deck or from up in the sail-riggings. In our worry and upset, those of us remaining aboard assumed that the rocky island emerging from the violent waves was a mere mirage, a figment of our collective fevered imaginings and wishful thinking. Until, that is, what little was left of our ship ground itself hard on the black-rock beach of this "mirage" island.

We all cried long and hard when we realized that Captain Maluba, Jubilee, our two infants and I, were the sole survivors, stranded forever on this lovely but desolate, uncharted and uninhabited tropical isle, a million miles from my dad and granddad, and from Jubilee's Da. We cried even more to realize that not only would we never again see our families in England, but now there was no longer any chance to stay in touch by letter, either, as we would have, had we successfully completed our journey to Virginia. But we had each other, we had our children, we had our plants, we had our farm animals, we would survive.

We hadn't been on this equatorial island a week when we discovered that this island isn't as uninhabited as we had thought. There was a small tribe of natives living on the far side of this island, whose men wore naught but the scantiest loincloths, and whose women wore not even that much. Jubilee and I rejoiced that one of the young women, she of generous chest and luscious curvature, took a strong fancy to Juju's cousin, Captain Maluba, for now he would not have to live his life in loneliness. We also delighted that one of the tribal families had an infant son and a daughter: someone for our own infants to play with in childhood, and someone to play even more fun games with in adulthood, the kinds of loving games that Jubilee and I play as husband and wife.

And there would be no stern old busybodies to disapprove of the frank and open sexuality that is a so much a part of my character...and of Jubilee's...and which we planned to also instill in our children. For the island's small band of natives were as openly sexual as Jubilee and I were, as so many tropical islanders I met in my travels have proven to be. They rejoiced and delighted in how frequently and enthusiatically Jubilee suckles upon my manhood, and she taught the island ladies how to do the same, as they taught her their own favorite sexual techniques. We men shared knowledge of how to please our ladies, too. The men of this island tribe were particularly eager to learn how I lick slowly from side to side across my upper lip, while kissing my beloved's clit, and they delighted in Jubilee's uncontollable passion that my slow sideways lick unleashed in my wife. Several of the tribal women thanked me profusely for teaching this to their men.

We were all sexual in front of each other, without embarrassment. There was nothing competitive about it, just honest friendship and a sincere desire to see all islanders have an enjoyable time, and to unashamedly watch each other's enjoyment. Our children would grow up in this environment, unashamed of their bodies, of their sexual feelings and urges, and Juju and I couldn't have been happier about that!

None of us wished to swap partners or anything like that. We were all extremly content with our own mates, and to watch the other couples please each other. And we did all we could to see that everyone had the best possible loving with their chosen partner. Yes, we had found a true tropical island paradise.

We learned to speak the islander's language, and we taught them English and Spanish. They had no government, no tribal chief, all were equal, but one seemed to be the revered tribal elder of great wisdom. It was he who told us that the name of this happy, free, and very sexual island was Literotica. Jubilee and I loved our new lives as residents and citizens of the island of Literotica.

This adventure called Life had opened a new chapter for us all now, and we were all eager now to explore where it might lead.

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OOC: I'm looking forward to Jubilee's description of living and loving, raising our children, teaching and learning from the natives, on the uncharted tropical island of Literotica.

 

[jubileeslave]

When Captain Van Argh returned my joy changed as we looked forward to returning to our homeland. It was dashed when we receieved the letter from Will saying that our visits were no longer welcome. Many accusations fell within the lips of the gossips and now I was labeled a dark crafter.

"Canst we sae anon?" I asked

"It seems that is about the only thing we're allowed." My husband sighed as he looked at the twins playing in the surf.

The twins seemed anxious to see their grandda's as the packing and loading filled our days. They drew in the sand and played with the suds that washed back and forth over their toes.

Once on board again the sailors spoiled our pair - oft times they were found most anywhere on the ship from the crows nest to the galley or the cargo hold. I didn't mind it much until Luc called me a teet wench - thus ending some of his wanderings.

When we arrived in port at Englund, the magistrate gave Joseph an evict. It nearly made my heart break to think that we had one day to settle affairs. We went straight way to Will's and Da was sent for. I was glad to hear that my Da had married a widow but she flatly refused to allow me at the farm.

Will reassured us that the village was too dependent on the crops to cause them much grief but we knew that we couldn't stay especially with the gossips that resided too close to my Da's farm now.

Joseph mentioned that we were sailing for the colonies and we tearfully left our families behind and sailed out with the evening tide. Joy mimiced giving the three men a kiss like I had but wailed loudly when her Father took her from Will's arms. She reached back to him and then cried again when he eased down her hands and kissed her fingers.

Luc didn't seem effected by the fact that we were leaving so quickly but Joy was sad. Joseph and I weren't sure if our daughter would brighten back up as the trip to the Americas began.

Once at sea the twins were always glancing to the south and I found myself wondering if that was a sign of some sorts. The severe changes in the weather left me in the mix of illness as a cold plagued me near the frigid waters. Then when feeling better from the tropic winds.

All seemed well as the sights were set to sail northward to Virgina. I was belowe feeding the children when the ship learched about and scattered our belongings across the floor. They the skies grew gravely dark and I gathered the children against my chest and huddled against the corner behind the opening door. The cries from above deck scared me and I knew that I had to stay below and protect the children while Joseph aided Maluba on deck.

The screams grew and died down and then without warning rocks came crashing up from the floor as the ship smashed downwards once more tearing what was our room in half. My eyes wide with terror as the thought of being at the table made me thank the Lord above for being so merciful. I listened for several hours for noises and slowly moved the cracked door from the hallway to head above deck. Everything was different as the sails were lieing about the deck flapping in the breeze and the masts were broken and splintered.

"JOSEPH????" I cried out when I saw no signs of anyone on the upper deck even the crow's nest was gone.

He moved from somewhere and my eyes were misted with tears as we held each other close and the twins crept above and were in Maluba's arms for comfort.

Joseph told me about the things that happened above and we looked around for the others to no avail. We were alone and far from Virginia.

We decided to go on land and make a home. I stood in awe as they built something they called a hut The children delighted in the new playground as I salvaged what I could of our things. Much to my amazment was the animals faired well and swam to shore lingering nearby the home.

The men decided to learn more about our new home and while I kept busy washing out some of the clothing that survived. They returned with news of others. The locals came and moved us into thier village and bid us a warm welcome.

I found it difficult to get used to being watched as our lovemaking seemed to interest the people here. I finally accepted the watchful eyes as just curiousness and loved my husband as always. Often the women would ask about the way that I would take his child-bringer within my lips. It was hard to explain at first so I told Joseph who also had been questioned about many of his loving methods. We tried to explain and finally showed them what we would do. Many of the couples made remarks that things were very good after the lessons.

I was glad that there was so many children on this island since it looked like that we would be here til our dying days. At least there was hope that our children would find a good love and be content with life as even Maluba found a woman that seemed very interested in his maleness. She made more public advances after him that he finally gave in and they fucked on the beach. I blushed and headed back to the village when I came upon them.

Our animals was another thing that the village found amazing but we kept them penned on the most part and cooked some normal meals when the memories of foods back in Englund set in.

I slowly shed off the layers of clothing that I wore as the tropic weather made it impossible to wear much of anything. I would clothe myself and Joy in a silky shift and Luc in a form of shorts. It amazed me to watch them run and play with the other children. I smiled as they were follewed by a few puppies that our bitch whelped since our arrival.

This village was very open and some of the things that was only behind doors back open was nothing to these people as lovemaking was done when the urge struke the couple. I found that it was how the next brides and grooms learned to do their part for the children of the village. One learned all the time and the language they spoke was warm and gentle.

Once I let the children nap as I washed out the diapers and hung them out to dry. Joseph came by and we loved one another under the leaves of the tree. I blushed when I heard the giggles of some of the young girls but kept pace to his thrusting anf cried out as the deep pushs brought out the strong coating and bliss that comes from our strong unions.

We had been on the isle for three months when the people asked about when we would bring more children into the village and much to my surprise, the elder had aldready mentioned the fact that Maluba's lover was with child already.

"I believe you are being questioned on being a good lover." I teased as I touched his nose.

"Looks that way." He agreed as he grabbed me and brought me into his arms to recitify the problem as they looked on.

I only laughed as his lips brushed over my belly and went lower.

 

[kittykateater]

The villagers asked us when we would bring more babies to their tropical island. Many couples had 7 to 10 children each. VBillage elders often had 40 or 50 grandchildren. Yet despite all this child-bearing, these women, who joined the men in hunting and fishing, remained in remarkably good form, with splendid and delightful curves that they showed off by wearing little or nothing in the tropical heat.

Some of the young girls would watch our European style of love-making with wide-eyed curiosity and giggle. Our methods seemed odd to them, compared to what they were used to with their parents, yet thrilling to see. At first, having spectators made my beloved nervous, but she soon grew accustomed to it, and became adventurous about trying inventive new ways to make love so the others could watch and learn.

One day we pressed our lips together tightly. A girl of about 19 or 20 asked us what this was called, and we told her "kissing." She grabbed her boyfriend and told him, "I want you to try this 'kissing' with ME, it looks like great fun!" The boy enthusiastically agreed, and as we watched them lock lips, we kissed with even more fervent passion ourselves.

Juju playfully slipped her tongue into my mouth and swirled it up, down, left, right, around and around my own tongue.

"This called a French kiss," I explained to the boy and girl watching us.

"I want to try that," the boy declared excitedly, as his tongue slipped into the girl's mouth and danced anmd wrestled with her tongue, as she purred in delight.

I now kissed my way down my Juju's angelic body, brushing over her belly and then heading even lower.

"I don't think you can make a baby that way," the boy laughed. "You need to use a very DIFFERENT part of you on her there."

"Just you hush!" my horny little Juju scolded. "My Joseph is doing just FINE without YOUR help!" My lips closed over her nether lips and sucked powerfully, causing her to squirm and tremble, and to moan loudly.

"Are you HURT?" the girl asked solicitously.

"Mmmmm! It hurts so GOOD!" she moaned. Then she fixed her gaze squarely into the girl's eye. "Do NOT marry your boyfriend until he learns to do a first-class job of eating your...(pausing to breathe heavily)...PUSSY!" she began to tremble from head to toe, and then let out a long, loud "OHHHHHH!"

I beckoned with my finger for the boy to come closer and kneel beside me. "Watch and learn," I whispered as his eyes widened in amazement at the view down into my beloved's wide-open pussy lips.

I began by planting a series of slow, delicious kisses clock-wise around the circumference of her inflamed lips, my kisses spiraling inward, ever inward, and gradually turning from kisses to licks. I slowly licked upward from her anus to her clit, the moved back to her lovely curvaceous booty to lick upward again. I did this 5 or 6 times, my love's moans growing louder all the time, as her love button grow longer and stiffer.

"Her button is such a thing of beauty," the boy whispered.

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever," I laughed on the old cliche, as I eagerly, hungrily, kissed, licked, and sucked on her magic love button. I pressed my upper lip tight against her pussy, and slowly licked from left to right across my lip, and back again, causing my tongue to sweep sideways across her throbbing clit. The delightful smacking and squishing noises, emanating from deep within her frantically-contracting pussy, grew louder and louder with each sidweways swipe of my tongue across her.

When I began nibbling at her clit, though, she went over the top, her luscious ass rising high in the air, her entire body twisting and gyrating as she flooded my face with her tasty juices.

"Now you try," I told the boy. He looked at me nervously, hesitantly, and jerked his head toward my wife's thighs. "I don't think I can do this," he sobbed.

"Not on HER, silly!" his girlfriend called out. "On ME!" She had three fingers jammed into her pussy and was wriggling her whole body like mad, obviously desperate to have her pussy eaten the way I had just done with Juju.

The boy was a quick learner, copying my every move, and doing especially well in his sideways licks. The girl trembled and moaned, shriekeing in delight and crying out "OHHHHHHH!" while frantically clicking her tongue, a noise the villagers make when their gods are smiling on them.

"Ohhhh!" the girl cried out. "I need you. I WANT you!"

"I know how you feel!" Juju cried out. "Oh Joseph, GIVE me another baby. Oh, FUCK me my darling!"

The girl cried out to her boyfriend, "I care not whether we have a baby right now or not, for we are young. But I agree with that other part. FUCK me, sweet boy!"

And so there we were, me and this young pupil of mine, a younger version of my own self, both of us on a warm and lovely beach, the clear-blue waves gently lapping at our naked bodies, as we each banged the HELL out of the horny pussies of the women we each love with all of our hearts and souls, and as the lusty, loving cries of our very happy women drowned out even the squawking of a flock of passing tropical birds.

"Ohhh, yes, FUCK me!" they both cried out in unison. "Mmmm, you are SSSSOOOOO good to me, my wonderful lover!"

Life doesn't get any finer than moments like this! Such passion, such contentment, even made me forget for a while how much we miss our home in mother England, which we shall ne'er see again.

"GIVE...me...a...BABY!" Juju shrieked as her pussy contracted so very tightly around me and she entered one shuddering climax after another after another.

"I shall explode like a tropical volcano!" I shouted.

"Do, my love. Oh, yes, DO!" she screamed in orgasmic delight. With one final throb, I blasted my seed deeply into her, just in time to see the girl roll her man onto his back, riding hin with great vigor, tossing her head back and screaming, "COME my love. COME, deep, deep, DEEP inside of me! Oh yes, COME, baby!" He shook, he arched his back, he moaned and he groaned. She let out a loud scream as I watched her juices pour down onto his thighs and his belly.

"Get READY!" he screamed. "Because here I COME!"

"Oh, YES! OH, YEEEEESSS!" the girl screamed. "COME my love, my angel!"

Watching him blast into her while I was still buried deep inside my wife was the hottest thing EVER! "OHHHH!" I groaned, my cock throbbing like mad.

"Oh, YES! OH, YEEEEESSS!" my wife's screams echoed the girls word for word now. "COME my love, my angel!" And I did...three...four....FIVE times in quick succession, each of my orgasms timed in perfect unison with her own.

Yes, we shall live a life of paradise here on earth now, for all of our days. And when our children are grown and they marry village native girls, they too shall live a life a life of joy, schooled in both the native and the European ways of love. And in time, with enough love and lust, we shall all forget how much we miss our old homeland, for life here is far simpler and more joyous than the drudgery of our old farm and the pain that the mean-spirited gossips of our village had inflicted upon us both.

 

[jubileeslave]

It was funny to have the youths watch us with such curiousity and despite my misgivings it had become a popular thing to do among the ones that had yet to "take" a bride.

One pair seemed to watch us on a daily routine. I had learned to not blush so rosily when the youths come close enough to kiss my skin in order to observe the antics we soft-colored ones do with one another.

I found it impossible to think straight when Joseph devoured my lower lips and drawed my juices to his lips eagerly.

Our thunderous union on the beach however gave time to reflect that our children did need more playmates. I had prayed that I was indeed able to conceive once more. I was taking more chances to catch him in the "mood" which was hardly ever not happening. This went on for weeks as we met and loved passionatly.

I taunted Joseph one morning and followed him to a secret cove while my cousin watched our pair. I sliped from the shift that I wore sometimes and moved up against my lover. I grinned as I squated down to suckle on his ever stiffening flesh.

His scent had changed much since we left England. It was a bit more saltier but still I enjoyed drinking of him. In the cove we laid upon the sand and drove to encite one another into loving bliss. I gulped on his cock to drink his milk. His groans were my delight and thus encouraged me to take him deeper. I twisted my lips over the sides and began to move his flesh back and forth between my lips. Loud smacking noises echoed in our hideaway as I slurped hungrily.

Soon our secluded haven was invaded by several young males that wanted to ask more and more questions. I hadn't stopped sucking on his flesh but was more excited about demonstrating how this unique feat was done.

The boys were getting more and more boastful on their length when I released Joseph's cock. It glistened and shined as the youths had stopped their boasting and chuckling.

"Well, it looks as if his is as long as ours. Perhaps there is more to these newcomers that we could learn." One remarked.

"Aye, ye can be off sae me anna me b'luvd can be about our lovin" I suggested but was quickly ignored as their idle chat began to sound as noisy as the birds in the early morning.

Joseph chuckled and then pulled me closer and gave me a powerful kiss before lieing my back down and then taking me with plummetting thrusts.

I wept for joy as his flesh swelled and rubbed me in quick strokes. I grabbed him tightly as I shreiked for the joy as I tumbled harder. We rolled about in the sand then slipped into the shallows of the pool. I twisted and turned as he slipped back into my sopping snatch. I cried loudly as his flesh popped in and out of the slushing foam that drained along his flesh and my legs.

Joseph gripped my thighs and slammed into the puffed lips with a loud shout as his stream shot deep into my trembling cunt. I refused to release him as I curled my arms around him and wrapped my legs about his waist.

He lifted me from the waters edge and we rested on the shore. I grinned as his flesh was still within mine as the boys wandered off since there was nothing to watch. That suited me fine as I flexed my waist and held him tightly within.

"Agan.. woulst thou take me agan." I asked as my fingers traced his face that was sprouting a growth of beard. Something that I found most pleasing to my nether lips when he feasted upon my sweet nectars.

"Gladly." He nodded and proceeded to pump his flesh deeper. I felt the head poke at my innerards and moaned as I wanted to feel that bumping in the furtherest place. I ground up to his belly and then in a maddening pace began to buck to his plunging descent.

Our bodies quickly took a coating of sweat that changed to clinging sands to our empassioned search. It was a frantic twisting to reach the sateing moot that belonged to our endeavours. Joseph's cock trembled within as I tightened upwards and grabbed his shoulders before crying out in my orgasmic release. Joseph moved quicker and then as I skimmed into another wave his river joined and merged with mine.

We bathed again when a strange ailment came over me and I moved away from my beloved. I grabbed my lips and then stepped back as liquid streamed out. I was alarmed as the mess resembled part of my breakfast. I began to cry in fear as I had not done this before.

Joseph walked over to my spot and then laid a hand upon my shoulder. "Looks like you are showing signs of the next child."

"How canst thou knowst sucha t'ing?" I moaned.

"That belly ailment is common among women. It shall indeed pass and we shall welcome another child to our loving family." He vowed.

When we returned to the village there was a lot of commotion. "What is the matter?" Joseph asked the Elder.

"There is much to celebrate. It seems that there are many of our women that are going to bring children to the village." He pointed to Maluba's lover and the young girl that learned about french kisses and the devine art of her lovers lips on her lower lips, then another girl that I noticed watching us a time or two.

"There is another that can be counted among the women." Joseph grinned as he rubbed my belly. "My sweet Jubilee is with child as well."

The Elder grinned and then winked at his wife that was bringing out a great laua in celebration. I groaned as the scents caused my belly to twist in great knots. "Canst I jus pass thisa time?"