Harvest Dance

OOC: Looking for any lady of Lit to play my 19-year-old "dark lady" dance partner. You are free to use any name for your character, and to take the story in any direction from here. Hint: It might be nice if you mention your ancestry that led to you being dark-haired and dark-complexioned, in a village of fair-skinned blondes and redheads.


Joseph

The year is 1723. The place is a small farming village in northern England, near the border with Scotland. In most years, everyone in our village raises barely enough food to feed their own families, and if they are very lucky, just enough extra food to sell in the market for a few coins in their poockets. This year has been a very good harvest indeed, and nearly everyone has a little extra to sell in the market this year.

Everyone in the village, including me, has just spent weeks of back-breaking work to bring in this bountiful harvest. To celebrate a successful harvest, Jacob, the village blacksmith, has invited everyone in the village to a dance in his big barn, where he makes everything the villagers need, from horse shoes to cooking kettles.

Today has been an unseasonably hot day. On top of which, Jacob's coal fires have been burning all day, so he could make all the implements that the farmers and their wives would need for the rapidly-approaching winter. Jacob apologizes that the barn is still so hot, and he suggests that everyone leave their clothes piled just inside the barn door, to be more comfortable.

I am Joseph. I have been working my father Will's farm for three straight weeks now, and that back-breaking labor has toned my muscles quite nicely. Having seen but one and twenty summers, I feel I have nothing to be embarrassed about in showing my body. So upon hearing Jacob's suggestion, and seeing everyone else strip off their clothing, I simply shrug, remove my shoes, shirt, and britches, and pile them neatly beside everyone else's clothes at the barn door.

As the fiddler begins to play, all the naked men of the village form a large circle, all clasping hands, and dancing clockwise. The women, all of them also naked, form a smaller circle just inside our circle, facing us, and they dance counter-clockwise. When the fiddler pauses in his playing, the men are supposed to dance with whichever woman is facing them.

I dance past woman after woman who appears to have been fashioned in the same cookie-cutter. Skin smooth and porcelain white. Hair blonde or red, and cascading in soft ringlets down to their shoulders. Everyone in the village always talks of "my lady fair," and pasty-white "fair" complexions are supposed to be highly prized, but frankly, they do nothing for me. Especially since I have seen the dark complexions of the free and uninhibited native women in the South American tropics.

All of these ladies at the dance also have bustlines too tiny from constricting whale-bone corsets, and waitlines skinnier than those of little boys, and also from the same cause, of too-tight corsets. Even naked, there is little about them to differentiate one form the other, or to particularly catch my eye.

And then the music pauses. I find myself face-to-face with a young woman of about nine summers and a decade. She is simply too stunning to believe! Two summers ago, I was a sailor on a merchant ship to Brazil, and among other things, we brought home barrels of rich, soft, light-brown cocoa butter. The woman facing me now, has skin that same alluring beige-tan "cocoa butter" color. And she has obviously never worn a corset, for her belly rounds ever so slightly outward. But more importantly, her breasts are as large, as round, as firm, and as pleasing to behold as ripe melons.

Her nearly-black hair tumbles straight down her back, ending just above her smooth, round arse. I figure that to get such a rich and attractive complexion, and such darkly shimmering hair, somewhere in her ancestry must have been a Moore, as dark as the Moorish sea captain I served under on my Atlantic crossing two years ago.

I extend my arm upward at about a 45-degree angle, my hand open, my palm flat and horizontal, and I bow to her. She places her dainty hand atop mine, and she curtsies to me. My other arm encircles her waist and pulls her near, and she places her dainty brown hand on the small of my back. The fiddler resumes his playing, and naked in each other's arms, we whirl our way across the straw-covered makeshift "dance floor" of Jacob the blacksmith's barn.

The fiddler ends his song. The stunning dark lady and I step back one small pace from each other, arms raised and extended, hands clasped, as I once more bow to her and she curtsies to me. Something about the red of her large, hard nipples, like the darkest and ripest of burgundy cherries or cranberries, now excites me tremendously. I begin to perspire, my heart starts to pound in my ears, and my breathing grows more labored.

"How old art thou, sir?" she smiles.

"One and twenty summers, m'lady," I bow.

"I thought so. Shouldn't thou have finished growing by now?"

I gaze into her deep, soulful brown eyes, eyes that could easily drown a man if he weren't careful, letting her see in my own eyes, just how puzzled I am by her question.

"A certain part of you seems to still be growing, sir!" she giggles impishly, fluttering her eyelids flirtatiously, shamelessly. "And growing quite RAPIDLY! And I must admit, your growing and most manly sword is a sight most pleasing to mine eyes!"

Just then, the fiddler resumes playing. She sweeeps herself up into my arms again, and with my unsheathed sword gently stabbing against the ever-so-slight roundness of her belly, we once more whirl our way across the barn floor.

"I am Joseph, son of Will," I introduce myself. "And what might your name be, dark and lovely lady?"

Jubilee delighted in his company and even moreso that dance. For their movement was like fluid motion and very erotic. How much could one man stand with her lithe form the hugs to his with every motion during the flight of performance.

(Hi stranger)

Joseph

The divinely beautiful and graceful, dark and luscious mystery lady, who was now dancing naked in my arms, told me that her name is Jubilee. Jubilee! Oh, what a perfect name for such a radiant lady! For here we were, at a Harvest Jubilee, celebrating our jubilation over one of the best harvests in any villager's memory. And I was especially jubilant for having a lady with skin a rich shade of mocha cream, whirling and twirling with me across the dance floor, both of us as naked as the day we were born, and neither of us the least bit embarrassed to be naked in a room full of our naked neighbors.

Jubilee! Say it once, and it is a prayerful offering up to the very heavens. Say it twice, and your heart melts over her beauty and her charm. Say it thrice, and your heart is hers, now and forever, completely and irrevocably. Jubilee! Jubilee! JUBILEE!

I asked her if her tan face, soft brown, full and round breasts, and creamy mocha thighs were perhaps indicators of Moorish ancestry. She just smiled at me mysteriously, melted herself deeper into my arms, and gently led me to dance faster and faster with her.

I told her how glad I was for such a great harvest, and for us having met while celebrating our prosperous season. She laughed softly, merrily, her large and lovely doe eyes glancing down between my own thighs now. "Thou appearest quite well equipped to plant they seed, handsome Joseph. So tell me, when you plant, isn't it about nine months until a bountiful crop joyously springs forth?"

Somehow, I had the feeling that all her talk about planting my seed and waiting nine months had nothing whatever to do with harvesting crops. And that her interest in me had nothing whatever to do with farming. Unlike the endlessly and mercilessly teasing coquettes of our village, I sensed that Jubilee was a very straight-forward sort of woman, very free and open, direect and determined about getting what she wants. And from the way this conversation was going, what she evidently wanted most now was...me! But that was fine with me, if true. For lovely Jubilee was a woman with whom I could very much enjoy planting my seed! And, I sensed, a woman who might enjoy my seed-planting every bit as much as I would.

"Is there some place that you and I can be alone together, Miss Jubille?" I bowed low to her, my expanding seed-planter brushing up against her creamy thigh.

"Let us enjoy the Harvest Dance for now, Mister Joseph," she smiled encouragingly at me, as we took another circuit around the barn's makeshift dance floor. "Then we shall see where this evening leads us both from here."

He pondered with my meanings and I delighted that he was indeed the strong man I took him for. The firelight and promises of harvest were merely the time and now a time for family planting was at hand. Where the other women fawn and taunt the menfolk with the silly games of courting I chose to be forward.

Joseph had the makings of a strong family line and among the people here it would be of no matter. We danced merrily the eve away with the goodfolk of the village until the waning of the light had pulled kinfolk and neighbors to their beds and loooking into his eyes I asked.

"prayest thou I be more promising, sir joseph" I whispered to his chest as I listened to the strong beating of his heart.

Jubilee and I continued to hold each other close and dance around the barn, even well past when all the other villagers had gone home to their beds. And even after the fiddler had packed up his instrument and gone to bed, even still we danced to the passionate music of a blossoming love and desire that was playing only in our heads.

Jacob the blacksmith roused Jubilee and me from our dreamy closeness, and I at last realized that we had to leave, so our village smithy could sleep now, so he could awaken early in the morning to make even more horseshoes, cooking kettles, and so on, for the villagers.

Jubilee and I scooped up our clothes from beside the barn door, but neither of us bothered to dress now. Instead, I tossed our clothes atop the hay in the back of my farm wagon. I helped the dark, mysterious, lusciously naked Jubilee up onto the seat of the farm wagon, and then I too climbed up onto the seat, beside her. I grabbed the reins, and whispered to my horse to "gidap". Jubilee leaned her beautiful head against my chest, listening to my heartbeat, her soft, long black hair brushing against the bare skin of my well-muscled chest, as our wagon bumped and jostled and lurched its way homeward.

Slowly, tentatively, hesitantly, I placed my hand against her bosom, which was swelling in and out so invitingly with her steady breathing. She did not at all resist my hand on her bare bosom. Indeed, she snuggled her head even closer into my chest now, and she let out a contented sigh. Thus encouraged, I opened my index and middle finger like a pair of scissors, and I gently squeezed at her right nipple. "Mmmm, sir Joseph!" she softly purred.

We soon pulled up to her parents door. "I do not wish to return to my father's house tonight," she smiled, rubbing her hair against my chest and purring once more. "Take me to thy house?" she asked. Her comment was a phrased as a question, but in reality was more of a command. There was none of the taunting and game-playing of the young village girls. Her meaning was clear, her desire simple and direct. Jubilee knew what she wanted, and her eyes told me she was not afraid to be overtly sexual with me. Desire sparkled in her eyes, a desire that could not and would not be deined on this night, and she wanted to be certain that I knew it and acted upon it. And who was I to refuse the soft-spoken but very lusty advances of such an amazing lady, a charming female who had instantly and completely captured and captivated my heart?

Another flick of the reins, and my horse carried us toward my father's house. She leaned her head in closer to my chest, and I encircled my arm around her back. She let her hand drop to my lap, and I once more began to grow and swell with love and desire for my new-found lady-love. I now knew that we would end this amazing and glorious night nestled in a bed of straw, amid the horses, sheep, and pigs in my father's barn, learning each other, enjoying each other, and selflessly pleasuring one another.

"These village girls with their silly coyness don't know what they are missing," Jubilee smiled up at me, as my farm wagon approached my father's barn. "Tonight, all of thy beautiful manliness is to be mine, and mine alone," she gently squeezed me in my most masculine location. Her eyes were shiny and dewy, almost in tears over the joy of the unbridled passion and wonderful magic that we were about to share between us on this very night.

"My fingers, my tongue, and my manliness, all hunger for a taste of thy dewy sweetness," I smiled, as I helped her down from the seat of the farm wagon and led her by the hand into my father's barn.

"As both sets of mine own lips, upon my face and betwixt my thighs, hunger for a taste of thy manliness, Joseph," she smiled back at me.

Jubilee:

Joseph's hand moved over my bosom and I longed for the way that his touch stirred me, "Mmmm, Sir Joseph!" I purred contently.

At my Father's door I knew that I couldn't take him within and do the things that moved over my heart's yearnings. "I dinna wish to return ta my Father's house" I was smiling as I rubbed his chest. "Take me to thy house?" I was hoping that he would get my drift about privacy. I longed to take him within my arms and bring heaven to his loins. Rubbing his chest, alerting him to the area that I dared to caress. I made several gestures that I desired his carnal lusts and wasn't afraid to give my body to him.

I moved my hand over his loins as we aroused the feelings that had built from the dance. The renewal of that fire made it easier to kiss his lips and give gentle squeezes, thus give him the hint that I was ready to take that step "These village girls with their silly coyness, don't know what they are missing,"

Inside the barnyard, I told him of my heart's desire. "Tonight, all of thine beautiful manliness twill be mine, and mine alone," My eyes were watering as I longed to lean closer and partake of him in ways that would be mostly considered sinful. In many ways the village priest would consider me very possessed if he had an inkling of the lusts that grew in my being as I rubbed against Joseph again.

As he helped me from the buckboard, "My fingers, my tongue, and my manliness, all hunger for thy dewy sweetness." Taking my hand as we walked into the barn.

Once inside I loosened my thoughts of modesty had slipped from my body, "As both sets of mine own lips. Those upon my face an betwixt my thighs hunger for a taste of thy manliness, Joseph." I smiled as I lied back against the soft hay.

The moonlight shone into the stables and I shivered as he removed his steads to their stalls. I observed him being as nude as I.

His kisses were soft yet searing against my lips and softly I nipped at his as my hand slid against the manhood that I longed to partake of. The sweet heated creams that promised to give offspring, giving to me a heir for my family and his, should he chose to claim the sired child. I would not demand marriage like those curlish damsels of the village. Only laying claim to the lovelies they pursue by pretensing the loss of thier virtue. I did not give light promises to a dandy in hopes to attain a good match. I chose the one that I desired and now I was going to be lieing beside him.

I pulled him to me and encirlced his neck with my arms that were lengthy and well developed from the work on my family homestead. Then I squirmed to rise and suckle that flesh that dangled at an erecting stand. Taking that flesh within my lips and licking upon the stirring member. Elicting a moan and the gaze from a man that has been touched in the manner that is hardly done at least by a goodwife.

"Art thou a witch and seekest to bespell me?" Joseph's gasp came next as I let his member slip down deeper into my mouth and then the tightening of the throat as I partook more flesh within.

I moaned as the swell flooded into the coated walls of my mouth. He merely relieved some light milk into my hunger lips. I toyed with the slit of his cock as licking away the first milks delighted my needs.

"Pray tell me, thou arnt a tavern wench." Hands moving over my bosom and brandishing the carmeled orbs at his mercy. "Tell me thy name again, woman."

"Tis naught that thou knownest, kind sir." I uttered as I withdrew from his throbbing member and moved nimbly to bring myself over that long desired flesh and bring it within my own loins. "I pray thou wouldst take thine servant and grant me thy seed. That this maiden may give thee mine heart thusly." Not devulging that I also was relinquishing my maidenhood as well.

The soft noises from the beasts that lodged within the barn hardly hid the sounds that came from the kisses that we bestowed upon each other. Leading to the joining of our bodies and the longings that were mine to give. His hands lingering over my breastly mounds and squeezing them lovingly. The moans that escaped mine lips to encourage him onward. In one fair movement his flesh came to rest atwix mine legs.

"On the morrow, woman thou shall tell me thine name once more." There was the power that demanded a vow from my lips. His phalbus resting at the gate of my virginness and the heat of rushing waters that bespoke of my need. "Make thy vow, girl. Else this evetide be for naught."

" I give thee my vow, Sir Joseph and on the morrow, I twill tell thee, thy handmaiden's name." I gasped as his flesh pierced within the channel that vainly tried to refuse that manflesh that raided the silken folds.

His eyes widen as the truth became known as his manly flesh ripped through the maidenhead "Thou were untouched by man."

"Aye, twas so til now." I wrapped my legs about his legs and moved my body closer and drew myself to his flesh as quivering came over my skin and a rush of heat fled over his harden cock held within the velvet walls. Sweet Jesu, I felt as if I found heaven.

Joseph

It felt odd to be naked as I led the horses across the barn, where they could not interfere with the growing passion between me and my lovely dark-complected and mysterious stranger. I had to step gingerly, so as not to smear animal droppings on teh soles of my bare feet. Meanwhile, Jubilee lay naked in the straw, gazing up so admiringly at my young, naked masculine form. To tell the truth, it took every ounce of my willpower to focus on the job at hand, of tying the horses, instead of gazing longingly at her delicious form lying naked, so dark, so inviting, so fetching, in the straw. The most male part of my anatomy was paying more than sufficient attention to her, however, as it grew steadily longer and thicker. The glint in her eye, her hand upon her heaving breast, and her other hand disappearing between her dark creamy thighs, told me that she was very much enjoying watching my manly attention.

On my extensive sea voyage, I head heard tales of bewitching women whose lips knew how to pleasure a man in a very special way. A halp-naked wood nymph of the Brazilian rain forest had even once fleetingly kissed me down there, arousing strange and wonderful new sensations. But nothing in my score of years had prepared for Jubilee, as she let let my stiff member slip down deeper into her mouth, and then the tightening of her throat as she partook more and still more of my man flesh within.

"Art thou a witch," I gasped, surrendering myself to the wonderful delights of her mouth taking in my manhood in such a gentle and loiving, and yet such a hungry and insistent manner, "and seekest to bespell me?" I groaned.

Evidently, I was making her mouth feel as wonderul, as her mouth was making my manhood feel now. For much to my surpise and delight, 'twas her who began to moan now, as I spewed forth my white milkiness into the interior of her throat. She curled her tongue and slid it sirectly into the slit where my pee normally flows, and I spewed fprth yet more of my man-milk against her taste buds, causing her to coo in delight.

"Pray tell me, thou arnt a tavern wench." I oaned, twitching and writhing uncontrollably beneath her loving ministrations to my body now. My hands moved with great passion over her swelling bosom, and brandishing the carmeled orbs at my mercy. "Tell me thy name again, woman," I moaned, knowing full well that her name is Jubilee, but longing to hear that magical name drip from her own sweet lips again.

"Tis naught that thou knownest, kind sir." she uttered as she withdrew from my throbbing member and moved nimbly to bring my pulsating man-flesh within her own loins. "I pray thou wouldst take thine servant and grant me thy seed. That this maiden may give thee mine heart thusly."

She gasped as my long, thick flesh pierced within the channel that vainly tried to refuse that manflesh that raided the silken folds.

My eyes widened as the truth became known, as my own manly flesh ripped through her intact maidenhead "Thou were untouched by man."

"Aye, twas so til now." she wrapped her dark, sexy legs about mine own legs and moved her body closer and drew herself to my flesh as quivering came over her skin, and a rush of heat fled over my hardened cock held within her grasping velvet walls. "Sweet Jesu," she wailed blasphempously, "I feel as if I found heaven."

My throbbing cock thrust itself deeper and still deeper into her tightly grasping feminity, and I cried out, "Tis I who have entered heaven, lady!" as I erupted as explosively as a volcano, emptying my seed so very deep into her now.

There was only one thing that would make this magical night complete now: to taste of the juice of her own sweet pomagranate. A South Seas island native had taught me about this, but I knew, I just instinctively knew, that Jubilee's juice would give me a never-before taste of the very nectar of the gods, like nothing I had ever experienced before.

I knelt between her thighs, and I began licking slow clockwise circles aroujd the outermost edges of her sweet and very tempting womanhood, moving ever upward and ever inward, until my lips closed completely oover her hard little pulsating nub. Jubilee feared that I would remove all of my seed from her womb into my mouth. I laughed, assuring her that my seed was far deeper inside of her than where my lips were gently sucking. And even if I did remove my seed from her womb, I was more than prepared to inject another healthy dose of my seed into her any time she wished.

His feasting lips at the very place that he spilt his water, that surprised me. I had never heard of a man doing such a thing by any of the friends that I overheard in the town meetings that women were excluded from. I never heard a tavern wench make such a remark either. A devil, he was for making my body writhe in delight and moaning as the intense rush was filling my mind with clouds and softness.

"Nay, kind Sire. Takest naught what thou givest me. I dinna wish to lose what thou bestowed in my boon." My body's quaking sent a fear that this union would not yeild a child if he suckled the very seed from my loins.

His laughter was warming, "It shall not be so. Tis far within thee, woman and can not be easily taken from thy womb. If I be wrong then, thine good woman I shall gift thee another tumble and spill my seed within thee again."

I was satisfied with his offer and hugged him closely as his face laid at the loins of my flesh. I moaned as the waters rushed from my inner folds and let out a loud cry that echoed in the barn as well as the yard.

A light came on within the house and a voice called out from the doorstep, "Joseph? Art thou just returning? Why doth thee tarry so long in the stables?"

I blushed slightly but it was not something that was easily seen due to my coloring. I bit my lips as the way of pleasuring drew me deeper into the wildness to take more. His hand quickly covered my lips as he feasted on more of the juices that glazed his face as well as his tongue and lips. I didn't fear that his father might come out and discover us, I was more concerned about how his father would react to me. I licked at his fingers and drew one into my lips and suckled upon it as I had his manhood. A groan came from between my legs as I moaned and nipped into the flesh of the finger I was suckling. My hips raised to his lips and my knees gripped him in wild abandonment. Gasping as my chest fell sharply.

"Sire... a boon I ask of thee.. take me again afore we become discovered in the grasp of one another's arms." I asked between gasps of sweet pleasure.

Joseph moved from atwix my loins and licked his way over my sweaty flesh and then hotly took my lips into his and demanded my kisses. I let my arms encircle his shoulders and kissed with passion that burned from the soul. I squirmed into his belly as the dewy wettness made us like a pair of greased piglets. I felt on fire and delighted in each of his touches. Flesh upon flesh and then within, as my greedy nether lips opened and graciously withtook the animal lusts that demanded the fury of joining.

My raven tresses draped my shoulders like tangles of seaweed from the sweat that drained from his flesh to mine and I still moaned from his rapid thrusts and then I felt that spasm of fluidicity.
"Sweet Jesu..." I cried out into the moonlite drawing another call from the house.

"Who is it? Speak fast or I surely will bring thee grief." Then a second noise as if they had stepped off the porch and came to the stables.

Joseph turned to answer his Father's call after his seed spilled into my womb. I pulled myself from under him and kissed his lips passionately and spoke quickly, "Tis Jubilee, mi'Lord." I quietly slipped past his Father at the doorway amid the shadows. Then quickly fled across the field towards my home.

Joseph looked up at his Father standing in the doorway in dismay, who in turn was looking at the dark outline in the fields heading westward. "Pray tell me, son. Who was that lass that moves against the dark unafeared?"

His smile was hidden in the darkness but he freely told his Father. "Jubilee.. tis a bonnie lass from the village. We danced til the hours passed o'er us and whence we came here."

"Jubilee.. you mean Ian's lass. That girl is like none I've seen afore. Twould wonder if she be sired by the golden selkies. Her inked tresses and those haunting eyes" Then looking at the man standing naked watching him grabbing for clothing from the wagon. "Twould seem I came at a bad time." He clicked his tongue and smirked. He was once young and knew the signs of a man that took a lass for a tumble in the hayloft.

I drew open the door and stepped within and gasped to catch my breathe and rested my hand over my heart. I had left the barnyard without my garments and thus would most likely answer for the grievence in the morn. I quietly tried to slip to my bed but was called to my Father's bedside.

"Jubilee, lass. Where hast thou been, the hour is late and the dawn approacheth? Come to me, lass and tell this old creature of the delights thy eyes beheld."

I went into the chambers in just a plain shift. I had hoped that he wouldn't notice the scent of joining on my flesh as I sat by his bedside. I spent an hour telling him of the people that were there and dancing with several lads of the village. Talking about which family was trying to match a thier son to another's daughter and the warmth of love that drew some couples to spoon in the loft overhead.

"What of thee, daughter? Didst thy take a fancy to a dandy like those maidens ye mock oft do?" His callused hand tapped over hers as his sightless eyes turned towards her.

"Aye, Father. I saught to turn the head of one lad. Twas called Joseph, son of Will. But nigh tis time that ye took yerself back to slumbering. Tis too earlie ta be arisin. I'll be takein care of the animals in the daylight. Twill ye be needin a draught afore returnin to sleep?"

"Nay lass, turn out the light an go abed."

I slipped to the upper rafters and knelt at my bedside and gave my quick crossed prayer. "I be thankin ye, Lord for a strong mon ta grant my boon. Anna I be a prayin that ye gift me with a strong child. One that survives the harshest winters and fairs the heated summers. I be prayin ye bless me, Father God. Watch me in me slumber an I pray thee find favor with me that shouldst me time be nigh." Crossing myself again and slipping under the covers and falling into blissful sleep. Dreaming about the dancing with my lover in the clouds above and the fires kindling sweet sweat followed by several romps in the sweet meadow. Aye, very sweet bonnie dreams!

Joseph

As if the dark, lovely, and mysterious Jubilee had not sufficiently captured my heart, and indeed captivated my very soul, while dancing in my arms, now this bedeviling temptress lay naked before me in the straw, as I buried my face between her soft, smooth, silken thighs. "The lips of thy mouth are sweeter than sugarcane from the South Seas islands, my dear one," I whispered. "But the nectar that flows from the lovely lips between thy silken thighs are a sweeter and rarer treat than the finest apple wines of autumn."

She hugged me closely as my face laid at the loins of her enticing flesh. Then she moaned as the waters rushed from her sweet and enchanting inner folds. I licked and sucked and nibbled upon the very center of her moist feminine charms, both of us driven and possessed, body and soul, by a hunger, by a passion, by a desire, the likes of which I had never known before. As she flowed burst upon burst into my mouth, she let out a loud cry that echoed in the barn as well as the yard.

A light came on within the house and a voice called out from the doorstep, "Joseph? Art thou just returning? Why doth thee tarry so long in the stables?"

A part of me wished to flee before facing the certain wrath of my father. But Jubilee's wide-open gates of paradise were simply too inviting, and I lay frozen where I was, unable and unwilling to make my escape, not if it meant not having any further taste of HER most delicious flesh tonight!

Ignoring my father's cry to me in the darkness, my hand quickly covered her lips to keep her from crying out further, as I feasted on more of the delectable juices that continued to flow from her, that continued to glaze my face as well as my tongue and lips. She trembled, she writhed as if posessed, as she fed me more and more of her sweet, creamy, juicy goddess nectars.

She licked at my fingers and drew one into her lips and suckled upon it as she had earlier suckled so divinely upon mine own manhood. Some might believe her bewitching and beguiling ways to be a temptation of the devil himself. But there was neither evil design nor devilish purpose in what she did to me, for me, with me on this magical night, there was no deceit or trickery in her, there was only a sincere desire to share our happiness in each other's arms. A desire shared by our two souls, to melt and unite into one single ecstatic and blissful soul now. I knew now, as never before, that she who brings such delight is neither witch nor devil, neither coquette nor tenptress, but sent by the very angels on high themselves, for a foretaste of heavenly paradise everafter. Jubilee! JUBILEE! Ah, have ever the very heavens heard a more joyous or rapturous name, than the sweet angelic name of Jubilee? JUBILEE! Say it aloud and it is enough to make the blessed angels themselves green with envy for what I have found on this very night in the precious, sweet, and loving arms of...JUBILEE!

"Sire... a boon I ask of thee.." she begged me earnestly, eagerly. "Take me again afore we become discovered in the grasp of one another's arms." she asked between gasps of sweet pleasure.

I swiftly moved from atwix her loins, and I took great delight in licking my way over her sweaty and delectably feminine flesh. Then I hotly took her lips into mine, and demanded her kisses...which she gave to me freely, joyously, eagerly, passionately. Though the lips of her mouth were not as sweet as the delicatable lips between her delightful thighs, the passion of her tongue as it swirled inside my own mouth was a true delight.

She let her langorous arms encircle my broad, muscular shoulders, and she returned my kisses with a passion at least the equal of my own, a passion that burned from the depths of her very soul, as my passion for HER burned from deep within me. She then squirmed her exquisite torso down into my belly, as her dewy wetness rubbed hotly against my belly and my thighs. Our trembling bodies were now completely on fire, and delighted in each other's touch. Flesh upon flesh, and then her greedy nether lips opened and graciously withtook my animal lusts that demanded the fury of joining.

Her long, silky, raven tresses draped her shoulders, but rapidly dampening with the fevered sweat of our undeniable passion. Her hair was now becoming like tangles of seaweed, from the sweat of pasion, desire, and--dare I say it--LOVE, that drained from my flesh to hers. And STILL she moaned from my rapid thrusts, and then her tunel of lusty desires graped me so very tightly, as I felt her spasm of fluidicity.

"Sweet Jesu..." she cried out into the moonlite, as her liquid passions drained down along the thick, hard shaft of my manhood, causing me to spew forth a second and then a third deposit of my seed from my loins, deep into hers. Her cries of desires quenched, and of passions satisfied, now also drew another call from the house.

"Who is it? Speak fast or I surely will bring thee grief." Then a second noise as if they had stepped off the porch and came to the stables.

I turned to answer my Father's call after my seed spilled and spilled and spilled deeply into her grasping, clutching womb. With a kiss, a curtsie, a soft giggle, and a whispered promise of more delights to come, she pulled herself from under me and spoke quickly, "Tis Jubilee, mi'Lord." With the grace of a gazelle, and the swiftness of the cheetahs I had observed in South America, she quietly slipped past my Father at the doorway amid the shadows. The woman who had stiolen my heart and captured my love, the woman who was carrying my seed deep within her now, the very seed that would in all likelihood bear me a fine strapping son or a sweet-natured daughter the rival in beauty of her mother, a mere nine months hence, then quickly fled across the field towards her own home.

To my amazement, I was not at all ashamed now to stand naked before my very own father, my swollen manhood pointing proudly and defiantly straight in front of me, my throbbing masculine flesh having not yet calmed down from all of Jubilee's loving ministrations upon him. To my surprise, and my father's, I took my time retrieving my clothes from the farm wagon and slipping them back upon my still panting, still sweaty, still highly aroused body.

But even more surprising, my dalliance with the dark and mysterious Jubilee had not earned my father's legendary ire. "Twould seem I came at a bad time." He clicked his tongue and smirked. He was once young and knew the signs of a man that took a lass for a tumble in the hayloft.

"That girl is like none I've seen afore. Twould wonder if she be sired by the golden selkies. Her inked tresses and those haunting eyes." Even my father's less than flattering portrayal of my lady love did not upset me now. For I was already in love, deeply, truly, ecstatically in love with the woman who by next summer would bear me a fine child. And even better, I knew in my heart of hearts, that she was already just as deeply in love...with ME!

I slipped off to bed now, fervently crossing myself and thanking our merciful Lord for the blessings of sending me a phenomenally beautiful and loving woman, a woman of dark beauty and deep mystery. I thanked the father, the son, and the Holy Ghost for tonight's foretaste of paradise everafter and everlasting. I thanked Him for filling my heart, and hers, with love and passion tonight. And I prayed that the memorable and heavenly blessings of this night would further bless us both, nine months hence.

I dreamt of Jubilee and me, her in the finest white silk and me in the most elegant of worshipful Sunday black, standing amid the fresh and flagrant flowers of the meadow, as we promise our etrnal, faithful, and undying love for one another, and as the village preacher joyously blesses our union. Joseph and Jubilee. Jubilee and Joseph. One united, blissful, joyous, and truly blessed soul, joined for all eternity beyond any power on heaven or earth to ever separate us, from now unto the end of all time itself. Proud parents to a whole flock of fine upstanding sons and daughters. The seeds of the first of these having been planted so delightfully, so passionately, inside her lovely womb upon this very night.

And most of all, I prayed for Jubilee's whispered promises of even more shared delights, to come true soon. VERY soon!

The following morn we received a visitor, none other then our local Priest. Oh Merciful Heavens ... he knows I begin to fret as he entered the house to speak with my Father.

"Greetings, Ian. I pray the Lord has granted you a peaceful eve." He called to the man.

"Aye, and what brings ye ta me 'umble abode, Father?" Ian may have been sightless but he was no dummy to the tricks the Priest can play on a family.

"Merely checking on my flock, Ian. I suppose your daughter had a grand time at the dance last night?"

"Aye, she mentioned all the goodfolk that be a dancin there too." Ian coughed and cleared his throat. "Speak yer peace, Father. I have no patience for sidewinding."

I went outside to do my chores and placed a hand over my belly and said another quick prayer that I had indeed conceieved from last night. Another part of me yearned to skip o'er the fields and sit a spell with Joseph and perhaps speak of a future.

After feeding the animals and milking the few cows we have left. I decided to stroll over towards, Joseph's home. I reached the top of the hill and waved happily to the men that were outside in the field. "HALLLLOOOOO JOSEPH!" I exclaimed as I came rushing down to the edges of the field.

They both looked my way and one was smiling broadly as he exchanged a few words with the man with him. I assumed that he was telling the other who I was. I rushed into his arms and hugged him tightly before planting a kiss upon his lips.

His arms came around me and I felt the very earth tremble from beneath our feet. I looked into his eyes and grinned, "Twould ye be up fer awalk about the lake, Joseph, son of Will?"

Joseph

After last night, I had no doubt that the stars had led me to the missing half of my soul last night. Fate had been most kind to me last night, kinder perhaps than I even felt that I deserved.

But as Jubilee rushed into my arms this morning, and I into hers, I knew for certain that this is where the good lord Himself wanted me to spend the rest of eternity: in my beloved Jubilee's arms. And I knew that Jubilee belonged in my arms forever and always as well.

Gazing deeply, soulfully, opnely and honestly into my eyes, with none of the coquetishness and little-girl giggliness of the other daughters of our village, she grinned, "Twould ye be up fer a walk about the lake, Joseph, son of Will?"

She must have spotted the mischievous gleam in my eye as I held her hand in mine and led her toward the lake. "What devilment art thou scheming, Mister Joseph?" she challenged, nonetheless happily following where I led her.

At the far end of the lake, we came upon a small woods, of large shade trees. Just beyond, a small grotto was carved deeply into the rock, behind a cascading waterfall. I well knew this grotto, I had often played here as a boy, and I knew it to be the perfect place for our own special kind of play, far from the prying eyes of the other villagers. My twinkling eyes gleamed at her, and as if reading my mind, her large brown doe eyes sparkled back at me.

I led her into the rocky grotto, where my hands lovingly reached out to remove her simple farm-girl garment: a single piece of knee-length fabric that slid off over her head, to once more reveal the soft cocoa-brown skin that had so captured my heart and captivated my loins a mere half day earlier. Meanwhile, she unbuttoned my shirt, joyously rubbing my bare, muscular, hairy chest with her fingers and palms. My pants were slightly trickier for her to remove, and mine own hands now aided her in their removal.

"Thou art spectacular beautiful in they nakedness," I gasped breathlessly, as my eyes adoringly scanned up and down God's most amazing handiwork, named Jubilee.

Her hand reached out to encircle my already-throbbing manhood. "None can rival thine own beauty, Jospeh son of Will," she smiled. "God really outdid Himself when he created thee."

I held her hand in mine, and we both dove from the grotto into the lake a few feet below. Once we leveled out from our dive, we stood in the chest-high water of the lake, our arms around each other, as we kissed...and kissed and kissed and KISSED!

I reached my hand under the water, to feel her belly. Her belly already seemed to be ever so slightly rounder than it had been last night, though I knew it was far too soon for such a thing to be possible. "Art thou carrying a fine young son for me already, sweet Jubilee?" I smiled.

"How do you know she is not to be thy daughter, Joseph?" she challenged sternly, and then laughed heartily.

"If she grew to have even half her mother's beauty, I would be the most blessed father upon this earth," I kissed her.

Then she let the water of the lake bouy-up her luscious body, as she wrapped her legs around my waist and rubbed her feet very enthusiastically, all over my bare bottom, her full, round, and spectacular breasts mashing themselves tightly against my chest.

"I know not whether thy child grows in my belly yet, Joseph," she pressed herself forward onto me. "I pray that it does. But what I am certain of, is that I crave another healthy blast of thy seed into my womb now. If thou dost not MIND?" she asked.

"Mind?" I laughed, pressing my belly closer to hers. "I would love nothing more than to plant even more of my seed into thy womb, right NOW, my beloved."

Smiling, her eyes tearing with joy, her hands encircled my manliness, as she guided me into her warm and moist gates of paradise, which I noticed had already freely opened themselves wide to accommodate me, without the least force or coersion on my part.

As I slid forward into her, and as she slid forward over me, our arms encircled each other, and we hugged tightly and once more tongue-kissed with great and feverish passion.

I paused just long enough to gasp for air, and to declare passionately "I love thee, sweet Jubilee!"

She pushed herself even further forward atop the lake water, over my thrusting love rod, crying out "Oh how I love THEE, Joseph!" before hugging me even more tightly and eagerly, passionately slipping her tongue halfway down my throat.

As the waterfall thundered and crashed and splashed all over and around our entwined naked bodies, I began a slow thrust in and out of her moist, feminine folds. But she was far too feverish with desire now, to permit me to continue my slow pace. Digging her feet deeply into my buttocks, she forced me to slam into her deeper and deeper, faster and faster, harder and harder. I was frantically and mercilessly pounding into her now, and she was crying out with a fervor and a sweet joy that only the birds and the squirrels could hear now. The louder she moaned, the deeper of a baritone my lusty groans became, and the faster I thrust my way in and out of her tight, slick, and slippery love cavern within our own private lakeside grotto.

She let out a loud cry of pure ecstasy. "Aye, my love, this is true paradise indeed!" I declared in equal ecstasy, as I felt her floodgates beginning to open themselves up to me, beginning to coat my frantically thrusting and throbbing manliness.
"Aye, this is true paradise indeed, my love!"

"Oh!" she moaned, writhing and squirming upon my hips, "Plant more of thy warm, wonderful seed into my belly now, Sir Joseph! Right NOW!"

"Thou art spectacular beautiful in they nakedness," he gasped breathlessly, as his eyes adoringly scanned up and down God's most amazing handiwork, named Jubilee.

My hand reached out to encircle his already-throbbing manhood. "None can rival thine own beauty, Jospeh son of Will," she smiled. "God really outdid Himself when he created thee."

The water was indeed a delight and his sweet kisses were all that I ever needed. I felt that we were closer then ever before.

He touched me and asked "Art thou carrying a fine young son for me already, sweet Jubilee?" he smiled.

"How do you know she is not to be thy daughter, Joseph?" I challenged sternly, and then laughed heartily. Even though we both knew that it was too soon to know such things.

"If she grew to have even half her mother's beauty, I would be the most blessed father upon this earth," he kissed me.

I wrapped my flesh around and him and honestly desired to be lead into the sweet pleasures of the night afore. "I know not whether thy child grows in my belly yet, Joseph," I pressed myself forward onto him. "I pray that it does. But what I am certain of, is that I crave another healthy blast of thy seed into my womb now. If thou dost not MIND?" I asked humbly.

"Mind?"He laughed, pressing his belly closer to mine. "I would love nothing more than to plant even more of my seed into thy womb, right NOW, my beloved."

Leading his manhood towards the very place that desired to be taken to another heights. I moaned as the flesh moved within mine.

"I love thee, sweet Jubilee!"

I pushed myself even further forward atop the lake water, over his thrusting love rod, crying out "Oh how I love THEE, Joseph!" before hugging him even more tightly and eagerly, passionately slipping my tongue halfway down his throat. I felt that I would hardly find life without him and that would be sinful to say the least. I let out a loud cry of pure ecstasy.

"Aye, my love, this is true paradise indeed!" He declared in equal ecstasy, as he felt my floodgates beginning to open themselves up to him , beginning to coat his frantically thrusting and throbbing manliness. "Aye, this is true paradise indeed, my love!"

"Oh!" I moaned, writhing and squirming upon his hips, "Plant more of thy warm, wonderful seed into my belly now, Sir Joseph! Right NOW!" I desired it and needed it badly. My cries of delight were hardly heard from the noise of the waterfall. My body spasmed over his manliness and coated it with my fruits as he in turned cried out as his seed ripped thur the flesh into my womb and planted itself. I knew that as my body gave an usual long tremor. "aye, thou hast made thy child.. tis no doubt about it nae."

We slipped out of the water and on the earth and rested within one another's arms asking about the questions placed by our Father's. "Dist thou get in trouble with thy Father, Joseph?"

"Actually I believe he regretted distrubing us and what of you? Was your Father angry that you came in so late?"

"I dinna tell 'im all of which conspired, I did tell 'im of our meetin at the dance. Anna 'ow I saught ta know thee better. I spoke mainly of the folk that came, tis 'ard on 'im since 'e canna see anymore. Oh o' course the Father acomin ta our 'ome dinna make things seem well. Twould seem some of the lasses from the village mentioned our dancin together. Aft all tis 'is duty ta see ta 'is flock. I willna be slightest ta be hearin that Father went ta see yer Da also."

We dallied in each others arms until the dusk began to approach.
"I must be off.. me Da twill be aworryin, I dinna mean to be gone sa long. I be seein ye on the morrow in Sabbath?"

He nodded and we walked back towards his farm as we shared several kisses until reaching the hillside and then I withdrew from his lips and headed for home and glancing back breifly and uttering one last prayer. "Twill love thy sired ones as great as thy doth me."

Joseph

The last three months of the year are always my favorite months.

The scorching heat of summer and miserable drizzly rains of autumn have passed. The snows of January have yet to fall.

First there is bringing in the harvest in mid October. And then the Harvest Festival in late October, where this year I was doubly--nay, triply--blessed by meeting my dark lady Jubilee of great mystery.

Then there is a new tradition I introduced to my father after my visit to the Americas as a young sailor: a late November feast called Thansksgiving, where we give thanks for all that we have been grateful for during the previous year. Again, I had much to be grateful for now, as I not only had Jubilee accepting my unending and undying love, but she returned her own love and her lust back to me a thousandfold.

And of course, there is Christmas, to celebrate the mercies of our Lord's only son, who gave his very life to redeem the sins of this world and guide us into the next. And a mere week later, bidding a fond farewell to the year just ending, and welcoming in with renewed hope, a new year of endless possibilities.

And in the middle of this season of joy and thanks-giving, hope and promise, my sweet Jubilee's belly seemed to be rounding more each day. I knew now that my life was truly blessed, as before our next harvest season, I would have a child, the fruit of mine own loins, to be unendingly grateful for, achild to love as deeply and as truly as I love his or her mother, Jubilee.

I wished to ensure the continued health of my beloved, and of the child of our love and desires for one another. So I arranged for the village doctor to pay my sweet Jubilee a visit, and I accompanied him to her father's house.

The doctor's name was Paul, son of William, or in the new style of the day, Doctor Paul Williamson. Hehad Jubilee lay abed, and then he placed two ends of a curious instrument in both of his ears, and the third end against the dark flesh of my beloved's rounding belly.

"Have you two lain together more than one time?"

We were stunned. Was he one of those Witch Doctors you hear legends about, from the southern regions of Africa, to know this of us?

"For there are two heartbeats in thy belly, Jubilee. And from their rhythym, I can tell that they are fraternal twins?"

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"It means that the Lord blessed thee with one child. And then on a second, separate occasion, very soon after, the Lord blessed thee with a second child. Identical twins are a blessing from one coupling, and they share one space inside thy lady's womb. But these fraternal twins are in two separate rooms inside thy lady."

I confessed to the Doctor that I had lain with sweet Jubilee the very night we met, and then again the very next day.

"That is probably how this happened then," Paul son of William replied. "the first baby began to grow from thy nighttime frolic, and the second from the next day's dalliance."

"Oh, my beloved Joseph, son of Will," Jubilee exclaimed. "I felt that thy seed should bless us with a child, both times. I felt it in my heart, in my soul."

I leaned down over her bed and kissed Jubilee joyously. "We have been doubly blessed as a double sign of the strength of our unshatterable love."

I asked Doctor Paul if I could listen with his odd instrument. He placed two ends in my ears, and the third end upon my beloved soulmate's belly. I, too, could hear it. First one thump-thump-thump, and then a second thump-thump-thump, separate and distinct from the first, and with a slightly different rhythm pattern.

"Tell me true, Doctor Paul, " I asked. "Are we two have two girls, two boys...or" I smiled hopefully, "perhaps one boy and one girl?"

"Alas, my poor instruments can nay tell me that, Joseph. Thou shalt have to await their birth to know for certain."

"It matters not," I smiled. "For I shall love our children, mine and my beloved Jubilee's, wholly, no matter which sex they be."

The doctor then moved the one end of his instrument from Jubilee's belly to her full, round breast. I could hear a separate thump-thump-thump, to yet a third rhythm than the first two. "That is the heart-beat of they wife, Joseph."

"Oh, no, she is not my wife..." I began, but Jubilee put her finger to her mouth as a sign for me to hush. Should the word reach the village priest that we have become parents twice over, without benefit of the sacrament of marriage, we would literally and figuratively have hell to pay for it.

I looked longingly, lovingly, deeply into her eyes, and through them, into her soul. "Why art thee NOT my wife, sweet Jubilee? It would increase my bliss a hundred times a hundred fold, if thou wouldst agree to change thy name from Jubilee, daughter of Ian, to Jubilee, wife of Joseph."

"Nothing could please me more, Joseph, son of Will!" she declared, circling her arms around me and kissing me with a fiery passion.

Michaelmas was coming soon and I was starting to notice the differences in my body and eating more then before. My Father remarked on my increased apetite was a sign of good health which made me feel like I was being gluttonous.

I felt strange about the visit that our village physician was going to make, I made sure that many believe that it was for my Father. I had worn a larger shift to hide from the village gossips what I had prayed daily for.

Jospeh and the doctor came while my Da slept soundly. I had moved my bed to the lower level, not sleeping in the rafters as before. I followed his directions to lie abed and almost laughed as his trumpet graced my belly.

"Have you two lain together more than one time?"

"is there something amiss?" I asked timidly.

"For there are two heartbeats in thy belly, Jubilee. And from their rhythym, I can tell that they are faternal twins?"

I was confused by his strange word, faternal, yet twins meant two and that was a good sign, or so I was lead to beleive Da was tickled when our cow birthed twin calves.

"What does that mean?" Joseph asked.

"It means that the Lord blessed thee with one child. And then on a second, separate occasion, very soon after, the Lord blessed thee with a second child. Identical twins are a blessing from one coupling, and they share one space inside thy lady's womb. But these faternal twins are in two separate rooms inside thy lady."

I gave the doctor a stranger look there were rooms within my belly. I touched my belly and began to wonder more but was excited at the same time. Joe had told him of our joining which seemed not to cause any alarms.

"That is probably how this happened then," Paul son of William replied. "the first baby began to grow from thy nighttime frolic, and the second from the next day's dalliance."

"Oh, my beloved Joseph, son of Will," I exclaimed happily. "I felt that thy seed should bless us with a child, both times. I felt it in my heart, in my soul."

Joseph kissed my lips then said. "We have been doubly blessed as a double sign of the strength of our unshatterable love." Then Joseph asked for the lending of the doctor's strange trumpet to hear that noise that told of the pair that grows within my belly. His eyes seemed to fill with delight "Tell me true, Doctor Paul, " he asked. "Are we two have two girls, two boys...or" he smiled hopefully, "perhaps one boy and one girl?"

"Alas, my poor instruments can nay tell me that, Joseph. Thou shalt have to await their birth to know for certain."

"It matters not," Joseph smiled. "For I shall love our children, mine and my beloved Jubilee's, wholly, no matter which sex they be."

Then he moved the trumpet and then revealed a truth, "That is the heart-beat of thy wife, Joseph."

"Oh, no, she is not my wife..." Joseph began, but I put my finger to my mouth as a sign for him to hush. It would not be wise for the village gossips to spread our sins to the parish. Nor would it set well with the Father as he came by to visit with me Da often. Our sin would be very public and bring shame on both of our families. To bring new life into the fold without the benefit of the sacrament of marriage would blacken our children's souls.

Joseph peered into my soul and asked "Why art thee NOT my wife, sweet Jubilee? It would increase my bliss a hundred times a hundred fold, if thou wouldst agree to change thy name from Jubilee, daughter of Ian, to Jubilee, wife of Joseph."

"Nothing could please me more, Joseph, son of Will!" I declared, circling my arms around him and kissing him with a fiery passion.

Our good doctor smiled at us and made one last observation. "If it were Jubilee, the woman that is to bear my children in sin. I would elope across to Scotland and marry the lass. Of course a marriage at Michaelmas is very sentimental to Christ and would easily cover the timing of conception as it is traditional to bear a child within the first year of marriage."

"I would rather marry here so me Da can be cared for still, running off would only add to our grief and guilts." I looked into Joseph's eyes and prayed that he would understand.

Jospeh merely kissed me again and chuckled. "Jubilee, did thou think I would be angered by what you ask? Nay, love tis fine that ye think of your Father, that is one of the qualities that I know our daughters shall possess. And should someday come that my Father should reside in mine house, I know that you would see to his comforts with your tender loving care. For thou shalt have two Fathers on earth henceforth." Joseph explained.

It was decided that we would indeed marry and quickly as to ensure that our children wouldn't bare any unnessecary sins. We started to ensure time to spend with one another but also the public viewing. The following Sabbath I spoke with our Parish Priest about an upcoming marriage.

"I wish to speak with thee, Father. I have come to love Joseph, son of Will and he has made known that he desires me to become his goodwife. I wish to follow the will of our Lord and ask thee to take time this Michaelmas to marry us in the chapel."

He was delighted that I had come to him and asked if my Father agreed.

"Me Da blesses me on choosin a good mon, Father. Twould be wishin for me to be doin so afore becomin an old maiden lass. Tis 'is fondest wish ta see me marry for love."

"Well then I shall speak with your Father and your intended before the next Sabbath, then I shall know if thou art truly ready to marry. If need be I shall also talk to the lad's Father."

I left the chapel and headed home to talk to my Da. I had much to tell him as I knew that he would delight in gaining a son as well as two grandchildren. Only that news would wait a few months after we are wed.

My sweet Jubilee has real brains to go with her stunning beauty. For it was she who figured out that if we marry very quickly, then when the gossips of the village start counting on their fingers, the time between our wedding day and the birth of our twins, we can always claim they were conceived on our wedding night, and born prematurely, as first children--and especially twins--so often are. Nobody need ever know that we consummated our marriage BEFORE declaring our scared vows...and that we are continuing to lie together each night, even now. That is between Jubilee and me, our conscience, and our Higher Power that watches over us.

Those who care to gossip, let them. For in our eyes, gossip is a worse sin than the physical expression of the true, pure, deep and abiding love between my sweet Jubilee and me. And there is nothing at all sinful about bringing a new life, a new joy, a new precious love into this world, into the spirit of the Church. A baby is a blessing and a joy to God and man, and we have been twice blessed, and there is no sin in that. Such gossip only codemns the gossipers, and not the gossiped-about, to the eternal flames. As our Savior himself said, "Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone."

As autumn faded into winter, the whole village was abuzz at Jubilee's and my upcoming nuptuals, preparing the 7 times sevenfold details of a wedding. And none were more excited and rejoicing, none looking forward more eagerly to our wedding day, than sweet Jubilee and I, soon to be husband and wife...and beknowst only to us, soon also to become blessed parents twice over.

The Priest came to visit Da and also to visit Will. After obtaining both Father's consent did he post the banners. Which already put me to task to make my gown.

In my heart I knew exactly what I wanted and began to spin my threads, weave my cloth, and tat my lace. Joseph surprised me one day as I was milking with cloth like none I had e'er touched.

"What tis this called?" I ran my hands over the smooth material.

"Silk, I bought it on one of my trips. It comes from the Orient."

"what do ye want ta make thee with this?" I smiled.

"Jubilee, sweet love, I am giving it to thee. To make thine dress, if thou wisheth."

I was delighted in this gift and smoothering him with kisses to show my joy, then bringing ourselves for another tumble in Myrna's stall. Twas hardly a reason ta be dressed when so close to my sweet Jospeh. Which was Joseph's understanding when I undid his britches and unsheathed his manhood and grasped it firmly atwix my lips and began to kiss and suckle over it.

This stirred his fires twas very plain to notice as his loins swelled and driplets of his cream lay upon my tongue and still, I nursed longer as his hands moved o'er my bosom and lift them to rub to such tenderness. They ached to be within his lips, but with my position, kneeling afore him and seeking to milk his shaft full of manly seed. His groans had only lead me to believe that he willed to be sate him as I wished for myself. Much to my surprise and shock, Joseph laid me back then moved o'er me. I thought he wished to spill his seed within me again but instead lay his shaft at my lips and smiled, "Twill seekest my feast with thee, sweet Jubilee. Go about as thou hast and I will show thee, a delight shared by few."

I needed no further spurring, I opened my lips and took his flesh within my warm lips and licked the sides and moaned as I felt his hot breathe at my loins. Now I understood what he meant by seeking his feast and indeed we were intent on doing just that. My body shimmered in beads of sweat yet sweet desires that were unleaashed as his tongue lay claim to my flesh that had me begging him to devour my soul if twould take my soul and delight me further. Once his tongue spurred deeply within I could take no more and yeilded the wines to his tongue and delight as in return opened his body and bathed my mouth with his milk. As greedy as a newborn cafe is to suckle, I too yearned to nurse heavily upon his milk, as his tongue swayed over my nether lips as drew more mews of delight.

Joseph eyes twinkled afore me and I moaned as my body shuddered thur another wave of wines that poured from the very winepresses of my being. "Evening tis too long a time to wait to take my love." He pulled away and turned himself and set to play the Lordly role. Plunging into my nether lips and the two of us rutting in heat, panting and gasping as our bodies do a forbidden dance to press against one another until succombing to another release and then lovingly glow with love as our bodies return to that calm that others see within us in the public places.

"Thankfully, mine goodhusband.. tis onlee twenty-eight days til Michaelmas, thou and I shall be fore'er in thine's love all time."

The next ten days flew by as the first snows fell from the heavens. This made my work harder but it mattered not as I busied myself with tasks about the house. Still working on the lace for my veil. I glanced at the window and noticed that the winds were changing and decided to wrap myself sharply and fetch wood to keep the fire agoin in the hearth. "Da, I be fetchin wood from the treeline ta da west o' 'ere."

Fetchin the sled from the barn and headin towards the woods, I had to work fast as the snows were coming harder and afore long twould be night and I didn't need my Da catchin a chill.
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The Preist was visiting, Joseph and his Father, Will when he reflected on a small detail. "Hast thy goodwife asked thee, Joseph to see to her woodpile? Normally I ask one of the flock to help our neighbor, Ian. Surly, I would not suggest that you never planned for winter in her home afore the wedding. Yet I saw her earlier head towards the woods with a sled. There are those who do not mind accosting women in the darkness. I would have gladly helped her but she assured me that she wouldn't wander far and promised her Father to return afore nightfall... yet tis nightfall already and I do worry for the weak ones of the flock. I should go and be sure that she has returned to her Father's house. Bye your leave, Will... Joseph.."

Joe

In my younger days as a sailor, I traveled far and wide, and brought home so many items wonderous to see, from the four corners of the earth.

When I gave my sweet Jubilee some silk I had brought home from the Orient, with which to make her gown for celebrating the union of souls in the bonds and joys of that holiest of estates called matrimony, she was delighted by the shimmery look and smooth texture of the fabric. She began smothering me with kisses to show her joy, then bringing ourselves for another tumble in Myrna's stall.

It seemd odd that she was still clutching the fabric, for in our passion neither of us had need of clothing at this moment. Jubilee, my sweet and precious Jubilee, eagerly undid my britches now, unsheathed my manhood, and grasped it firmly atwix her red and luscious lips, and began to kiss and suckle over it.

In my sailor days, I had once visited a remote village deep in a Brazilian rain forest. The tribal chieftain asked me if I had yet a wife, and I was sad to say I did not. I told him the women of my village were too unstable, too untrustworthy. He told me that his own tribe had a ritual that kept each man's wife fierecly loyal to him, always contented, and never wishing to stray from her husband. He described the ritual in great detail. He then told me that he has a daughter, aged one and twenty years, who had stubbornly refused to marry any of the village's most eligible men. And now, to his eternal shame, she was considered too old to hold the interest of any of the young men of the village. He offered to let me try the ritual he had described, with this eldest daughter of his. But in my mind, I could hear our village priest warning me that the devil often wraps himself in the guise of a beautiful woman, to tempt our very souls into etrnal damnation and sorrow.

So instead of trying for myself what teh village chieftain had described to me, this chieftain allowed me to watch him practice this ritual with his own wife of the past 22 years. Her squeals of delight as they delighted each other, told me that she could never, would never stray from her devotion, from her rightful place at her husband's side. I carefully observed, keeping careful mental note of every detail, against the day if and when I should ever use such a tenchnique to keep my own bride ever faithful and loyal to me.

Although many years have passed since my witnessing this Brazilian ritual, every detail is still as clear and sharp in my mind as 'twere on this very morning.

And now I had met my sweet Jubilee, the long-lost other half of my soul, the woman who would be at my side through all of eternity, the woman who was carrying two of my own progeny in her belly at this very moment, the woman whose lusciously crimson lips now encaptured and eagerly suckled at my very manhood. If ever there was a person, a place, and a time to practice the ritual, this was the woman, this was the time, and here was the place.

I lay my bulging tumescent shaft at my beloved's cherry-hued lips and smiled, "Twill seekest my feast with thee, sweet Jubilee. Go about as thou hast and I will show thee, a delight shared by few."

She opened my lips and took my flesh within her warm lips and licked the sides and moaned. I told her to curl her body in the shape of the numeral 6, and that I should become a 9, a matching inversion to her 6. As her mouith continued to engulf more and more on mine manhood, my tongue, and my hot breath, took their time at slowly pleasuring at her smooth, soft loins, which were as delightful to see and touch as the silken fabric I had given her for to make her marriage gown.

I could see by her brightly lighted-up face, and hear by her soft moans, that she now fully understood what I had meant by seeking my feast, and indeed we were intent on doing just that. Her body shimmered in beads of sweat, yet sweet and tasty desires that were unleaashed as my tongue lay claim to her succulent flesh. Crying out in rapturous joy, she begged me to devour her soul if twould take her soul and delight her yet further. Once my tongue spurred deeply within, she groaned "I can take no more!" and she yielded her sweet wines to my tongue and delight, as I in return opened mine own body to her, and bathed her lovely and loving mouth with my thick milk. As greedy as a newborn calf is to suckle, she too yearned to nurse heavily upon my spewing man-milk, as my delighted tongue swayed over her luscious nether lips, drawing more mews of delight from the very depths of her ecstaic soul as I licked and gulped and swallowed of her delighsome flowing nectars.

I felt my eyes twinkle as hers sparkled, and our moans echoed off the barn walls and carried off into the forest, as her body shuddered through another wave of wines that poured from the very winepresses of her being.

"Evening tis too long a time to wait to take my love," she declared from her true heart. The Brazilian chieftain had taught me well, for the reaction of her body, mind, words, deeds, and indeed from her very soul, told me that after serving as the 9 to her 6, my darling Jubilee could never and would never stray from my side, to lie with any other man ever again. I was as sure now of her love and devotion to me, as I was of my own love, devotion, faithfulness, and loyalty to her.

Now I pulled myself away and turned myself and set to play the Lordly role. Plunging my long, thick, throbbing sword of love and desire, deep into the welcoming and enveloping sheath of her nether lips, and the two of us rutting in heat, panting and gasping as our bodies do a forbidden dance to press against one another until succumbing to another release and then lovingly glow with love as our bodies return to that calm that others see within us in the public places.

"Thankfully, mine goodhusband.." she cooed like a dove and purred and mewed like a kitten, "tis onlee twenty-eight days til Michaelmas, thou and I shall be fore'er in thine's love all time."

I lay at her side for who knows how long. Hours? Days? Weeks? It mattered not, for as long as my sword stayed within her sheath, time had no meaning for either of us.

But now it was time for me to return to my father's farm and my chores. And time for my beloved to sew the fine silk I had given her, into the finest marriage gown our village had ever seen. Time now mattered only in that we were now counting the weeks, the days, the hours, and the minutes until the village priest wouyld declare those blessed words we both so longed, so ached to hear, that Jubilee and I are husband and wife now and through all of the ages to come.

I showed up in the stables at Joseph's shivering cold. My wet clothes were so heavy I wondered how I made it back here. I judged the night was not so late that Da was worried yet I knew that I needed to get warm. I slid to the floor and huddled in the hay. Before I knew it the animals were causing a ruckus and I looked about the barn. Oh no a fox was in here too and I certainly didn't want to be hurt by the fowls trying to avoid the sly one. Chickens were stirring in the roosts and that caused Joseph and his Father to come and check. I hadn't noticed if they found the fox but they had me as I was lifted and brought to the hearth and was feeling warmer, despite the icy cold of my hands and face. "I be cold.. da water took me in" I confessed

I was hearing a voice spout orders. "Get her out of those wet garments. She'll be sicker if she stays in them."

I moaned as the hands moved over me and then fluttered my eyes open to see Joseph and his Da hovering over me... "Da.. I be fine..." I muttered softly as I closed my eyes and slept.

Joseph

In her rush to get home before getting her father angry with her for staying out so late, Jubilee fell in the cold lake. And unlike our first time, I was not in the lake with her, to hold her warm.

Being closer to our own house than to her father's, she quickly returned, wet, cold, and miserable.

My father and I sat Jubilee in front of a warm fire, and helped her out of her soaking-wet garments. She was so tired that she fell asleep before we even fully finished undressing her. "I can see why thou lovest her so much, Joseph," my father smiled. "The softness of her light-brown skin. The roundness of her bosom. The curvature of her hips. But tell me, son, isn't the roundenss of her belly, on one so young, somewhat displeasing to thee?"

I thought about what I knew that my father does not. That the roundenss of her belly contains two babies. My babies, that I had implanted into her. "No, father," I smiled. "As a matter of fact, the roundness of her belly suits me very well indeed. I am most pleased by her roundness."

My father just shrugged and retired to his bed, muttering "I shall nver understand the young."

I laughed at his ignornace of my secret. Then I wrapped my beloved in several warm, thick woolen blankets, wrapped a blanket of my own around me, and lay beside her in front of the fire for the night, soon joining her in a deep and blissful slumber. Counting the days until we become husband and wife. Counting the days until we become father and mother to our two children, already growing in the roundenss of her belly that so displeased my father.

I awoke with a start after hearing the cock crow. I felt odd as I lifted up from the floor and stood up. I grabbed a poker and stired the embers to arouse the blaze and set to making breakfast. Then I realized that I was not at my own home and was void of my clothing. I grabbed up the blanket and fetched it around me. I noticed my beloved Joseph on the floor and turned a bright red. Merciful heavens! What were we a doin lieing together so soon and the chances to be caught by his Da?

Yet seeing Joseph lieing there all radiant from the firelight. I slipped into his arms and began to kiss upon his lips as my body warmed up against his flesh. I was longing to be in his passion and was willing to rise the dead to do so.

There was comfort in knowing that we were in one another's arms without dread of being caught and the light that shone over us made it seem more heavenly.

"Art thou awake my sweet Joseph?" I whispered softly as I rubbed my hand down lower in his breeches. Hopeing to stir my lover enough to take me to the sweet land of blissful love.

Joseph

My sweet and lusciously lovely Jubilee awakened me with a kiss at dawn. She unwrapped herself from her blanket and sat naked, her body upright, her legs and knees straddling my thighs.

"Art thou awake my sweet Joseph?" she whispered softly as she rubbed her hand down lower in my breeches.

"I am NOW!" I grinned, softly moaning as she rocked atop me. I reached my arms up and lovingly cupped her bare, round breasts, tweaking, pinching, rubbing, and gently twisting her nipples into hardness between my fingers, as she writhed and moaned atop me.

I hadn't seen or heard my father enter the room. He hadn't even looked at us, as he asked, "Joseph, have you seen this letter that arrived yesterday? You grandafther, who lives two villages away, is very ill, and I think we had better pay him a visit as soon as we..." Then dad looked up and stopped dead in his tracks, as he watched Jubilee sitting up naked and vertical, atop my horizontal naked body, and vigorously rocking herself back and forth over me.

"Oh, excuse me!" dad's face turned several shades of embarrassed red.

"Don't be embarrased, dad," I spoke calmly. "I'm not at all embarrassed. I love my Jubilee, I intend to marry her, and this is one of the many reasons why."

"This is not the first time that thou hast lain with her, is it my son?"

I tried to pretend I didn't know what he meant, so he might not become too angry and upset with me.

"I wasn't born yesterday, son. A woman this young does not have such a rounded belly unless she is with child!"

I just stared at him, fearing his legendary ire. Seeing how nervous and scared I was, dad laughed.

"Thee two have aged me. For if I understand you, Joseph, I am to be a grandfather."

Seeing that dad was happy and not all upset, Jubilee grinned "Thou be a grandfather TWICE over! For I carry TWO children in my belly!"

Dad came closer, apparently to hug and kiss us in his joy. But seeing that my manhood was now invisibly sheathed, dep up into Jubilee's feminine pocket, he bowed, excused himself, smiled, half-slauted, and grinned "Carry on!" As he left the room, he called out to us "Have thy fun, my loves. And I shall talk to thee both, more on thy joyous news, and on what we shall do about your ailing grandfather, later on in this day."

Jubilee was ecstatic that my father was actually happy that he would soon be a grandfather. The nervousness melted from her tensed shoulders, and relaxed and relieved, she rode me now even more enthusiastically than she ever had before.

"How I do love thee, Jubilee!" I cried out rapturpusly, as I felt my hardened volcano on the verge of eruption, deep up inside of her steaming-hot love cavern now.

I was thankful that Joseph's Da wasn't angry with our tomfoolery before our marriage and he took the babes upcoming birth with pride.

His Dad came closer, apparently to hug and kiss us in his joy. But seeing that Joseph's manhood was now invisibly sheathed, deep up into my feminine pocket, he bowed, excused himself, smiled, half-saluted, and grinned "Carry on!" As he left the room, he called out to us "Have thy fun, my loves. And I shall talk to thee both, more on thy joyous news, and on what we shall do about your ailing grandfather, later on in this day."

I delighted in Da's permission and began to get down to business. As I rocked over his hardened manhood and cried out as my fruit yeilded to his stroke and lingered him with a coating of sweet honey.

"How I do love thee, Jubilee!" Joseph cried out rapturpusly, as I felt his hardened volcano on the verge of eruption, deep up inside of my steaming-hot love cavern now that was filling with rivers of my wines.

I fell forward and rested my sweet lover. I was panting heavily but basking in the glow of the fire. "Sweet Joseph, I wish ta talk on something that lies on me 'eart. tis me Da, he naught be a well mon. I fear he might go apinin should I leave 'im."

"We shall make sure your Father isn't forgotten." Joseph assured me with a smile. His lips brushed over mine and I felt my heart flutter. I rubbed over his chest and twisted his chest hairs around my finger and sighed.

"Twould thou takest me again?" I dared to ask as I sat upwards and felt his flesh throbbing within me. I began to dance over his flesh as it bumped repeatly in my tightening channel and bringing more delightful feelings to surface. "Sweet Jesu.... yes!!!!"

We could hear his Father chuckle and make another remark. "Ye shall make me a grandsire many times o'er with your youthful lusts, Joseph!"

We laughed in unison... "But would thou have it any other way, Father." Joseph retorted as he lifted me harder over his flesh and I moaned as I rewarded the moment with my love and honey.

Joseph

By the time dad had breakfast ready, Jubilee and I had enjoyed each other once, twice, thrice. Jubilee wanted to go a fourth round, which I wouldn't have minded at all. But we had other things to do on this morn, than to fuck each senseless from sunup to sundown.

"Behave thyself, sweet Jubilee!" I playfully swatted her lusciously rounded derriere. "Thou shouldst eat, before thy breakfast grows cold. Besides," I grinned, "thou art now feeding THREE people. Thyself, and our twins that daily grow within thy belly."

"Thanks to thee, beloved Joseph!" she laughed. "And after this delightful morn, I should not be surprised if mouth number 4 is already starting in my belly, that soon enough shall need feeding also!"

"All the more reason that thou shouldst eat thy breakfast now!" I laughed.

"Then canst thou allow me one more ride upon thee, my sweet, when my belly is as full of food as it is of thy progeny?"

"I would that we couldst, sweetness," I chuckled. "Nothing should please me more if we couldst and would fuck this morning away." Then my face turned solemn and somber. "But the ailing health of thy father and of my grandfather must take priority on this day." I kissed her passionately on the mouth, our arms around each other's neck. "It is an all-day ride to mine grandfather's village. And dad and I shall need a full day to attend to grandpa properly. Then a day's ride home. So it a-pains me so, but we shan't be able to lie together in sweet passion's embrace again, until three days hence, my sweet." My eyes began to well-up with tears. "Oh I do not know HOW I shall stand not sheathing my hard-tempered sword in thy dewy channel for 72 whole hours, my beloved!"

Needless to say that three days was going to bear heavily on my soul. "Twill be a pain o'er me 'eart fer thee to be gone so long." I sighed as my heart felt sorrowed over this news. Yet it was meant to be and also keep us pure in the prying eyes of the harpies that spread malicious gossip.

"Thou passin by me 'omestead. Twould be grand ta 'ave ye both stop anna be asayin 'ello ta me Da."

Once I had Joseph's yes, I set to eating the mornin meal. Afterwards I set to grabbing the wood that I had managed to drag back to the farm. Seeing Will's face made me feel more saddened. Was I being an embarassment to him? I fretted. I looked at the sled and the wood within it. I realized that six pieces wasn't very much but I was indeed thankful to have them seeing that most of my gathered firewood was lost when I fell in the river.

When we reached the homestead I noticed my Da standin in his night shirt looking out the horizon. I hurried off the wagon and rushed to his side. "DA, pray tell, ye havna been astandin 'ere all night a waitin fer me? Come back inside... I fix ye som soup, ye like so well. We be 'avin company... tis Joseph anna his Da, Will." I took his hand and led him to his chair then fetched the quilt from his bed to lie around him as well as another shirt.

Will calmly came into the shack and sat down in the chair I offered him. "Nice place you have, Ian." Even though the window was cracked and the door didn't set straight to keep the chill out. The woodbox was nearly empty and the wood I brought inside would hardly last for more then the day.

"I be fixin yer eggs, Da... Doth thou wish fer anythin else?" I asked as I set out to fetch eggs from the barn.

"Nay lass, be about yer chores... I be fine sitting here anna enjoyin yer laddie and 'is Da's company"

Once I was out the door, Da's fury was unleashed. "Dinna ye think ta be abringin 'er 'ome afore nae? Och, da Priest twas 'ere and worryin o'er me gurl. Dinna think 'e be ta pleased ta 'ear of yer tartin a'out. Anna dinna think I be unawar o' yer doins. Tis enough ta knock o'er a bull, da smell o' animals o'er 'er skin. Tis enough ta make me weep. Me daughter was a good lass, til ye turned 'er 'ead. I willna 'ave this trollopin agoin on nae more."

It was obvious that my Da was upset and quite angry. Joseph looked at his Father and sighed silently. "Perhaps then we should be on our way. It was kind of you to offer your hospitality, Ian Kelly. We'll see you at the wedding." Will said calmly as he ushered Joseph from the house. Once outside Will remarked as he watched me move about the rickety shelter called the barn. "That girl needs to be married, son. Her Father is quite mad with hate and anger which really has nothing to do with it. The house is poorly built and I dare to say that it is a miracle that it doesn't cave in on them from age. I dare to venture that Jubilee takes care of every detail to compensate for her Father's blindness."

I pulled the last of the wood from the barn and carried them with the eggs back to the house before returning to the porch and seeing Will and Joseph on their journey. "I be prayin all goes well for thee. Until thou returnest I vow ta stay closer ta 'ome." I leaned over and gave Joseph a kiss and drew back with a fluttering in my heart as I cried inside that I would not hold him until his return. At least it would make the sixteen days seem shorter as I nodded and retreated to the house and set to making my Da's morning meal.

After I had fixed the meal and set the fire to the stew that would feed us for the rest of the day, I set to work on the wedding gown. I was working hard to fix the lace that I had made on the soft silk and twisting the tiny pearls that my Mother had given me into the lace. I thought about my Mother and almost asked my Da about her again. Da once told me that she was a captured woman and endentured to a family that lived in Kent. He mentioned that she had the skin that was like none he had ever seen. Surely she had seen the pits of Hades for her skin was quite darker compared to his. Da once said that I took the color of both their skins and made my own. Strange how that story was creeping over my thoughts as I reflected on the wee ones that were growing in my belly. I was going to miss Joseph terribly for the next three days.