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Karen has a romantic evening
Mistress Rosemary was tickled pink to learn that young Jack had invited Sissy Karen to the village dance and happily granted permission.
“I’ve known young Jack Longstaff since he was a boy. I know of his parents as well; they own a farm up near Handy Cross. He seems a nice young chap and I’m sure you’ll enjoy the dance, but I’m responsible for your safekeeping, so Hank will drive you both there. He can wait in the car and bring you home again, but you must be home here by midnight, dear.”
“Thank you very much, Mistress. Thank you. I’m looking forward to it so much.”
Sissy Karen was so excited to be going to a dance with such a handsome young man.
“But you don’t have anything pretty to wear, Sissy; we’ll have to get you a nice dress. I’ll look for one online.”
There were so many lovely dresses to choose from but finally Mistress Rosemary showed one of them to sissy; it was a beautiful flared yellow dress with a discreet neckline and puffy sleeves.
“Oh, that’s wonderful, Miss! I adore it! Please, please, please will you buy it for me?”
“Yes, sissy, I will; and what’s more, on Saturday morning I’ll have a ladies hairdresser come to Hall to cut, wash and arrange a pretty hairdo just like in the picture. I’m sure you’ll want to look your best for Jack.”
Notice was left at the gatehouse for Jack advising him that permission had been granted and instructing him to present himself at the Hall gates at 7pm on Saturday so that the couple could be taken to the dance in the Bentley.
Saturday came around and Jack arrived early at the gatehouse where both Mistress Rosemary and Sissy Karen were waiting. Sissy looked as pretty as a picture and she was very excited.
Mistress greeted Jack cordially and informed him that there was a midnight curfew for Karen.
“Don’t worry, Mistress Rosemary. I’ll take great care of Karen and we’ll be back before midnight. Once again, thank you for granting permission.”
Hank opened the door of the Bentley for the giggling couple, who sat hand in hand close to each other in the back seat; Hank drove to the church hall, dropped them off, then went off to park in a dark corner of the adjacent carpark where he could doze until 11:45pm.
The church hall was open, and all the lights were on; the vicar, dressed casually in a pair of black slacks, a black shirt and a dog’s collar was waiting at the door to welcome all the youngsters.
Jack felt obliged to agree even though his plan was to keep Karen strictly to himself all evening.
Karen smiled demurely and said she’d love to.
The vicar welcomed everyone and hoped they would all have “a splendid evening of good old fashioned clean fun”. They were all youngsters and teenagers except for Karen, who looked years younger than her true age, and combined with her pretty dress, attractive hairdo and shapely legs, became the centre of attention for several of the young men. She was a beautiful, perfumed flower in full bloom, and she attracted the hummingbirds.
Jack felt rather annoyed that his friends were homing in on his date so in front of all of them, he slipped his arm around Karen’s waist and declared half-jokingly but half seriously “You fellows can keep away from her; Karen is my new girlfriend.” And with that he tuned to her and kissed her right on the lips.
What on earth have I got myself into? thought Karen, blushing and smiling weakly, I think I may have bitten off more than I can chew.
Little did she know that she was indeed in over her head, but she brushed it off lightly as the vicar, who was acting as the DJ, started the music. It was music that was popular when he was young: The Osmonds, The Bee Gees, Olivia Newton-John, Michael Jackson and Abba, but the youngsters took it all in their stride and danced The Twist and other ancient dances until they were sweating.
Jack was quite a good dancer and danced rock and roll with Karen who happily swung around causing her dress to flare out and show her shapely thighs. They made a lovely couple.
More fast dances, while the vicar slyly sipped on some home-made elderberry wine that a kind parishioner had given him recently. It was surprisingly good, and he had another glass, then another.
The youngsters then shouted out that they wanted slower music so the vicar, his speech slurring a little, agreed and played I Honestly Love You, Just the Way You Are, Kissing a Fool and other slow oldies. Jack pulled Karen closer to him, holding her tight and shuffled around the room slowly while the vicar, at popular request, dimmed the lights. As a special treat, Mistress Rosemary had sprayed Karen with a little of her best perfume and she smelled delicious. “I love your perfume, Karen” whispered Jack, inhaling deeply.
The vicar, a little confused and fuzzy, pressed the wrong buttons while trying to start the next tune; he was finding out that homemade wine is not to be shrugged off as sugar water. A young man helped the vicar sit down and helpfully put another glass of wine in his hand. The vicar thought to himself that it might be a good idea to close his eyes for a couple of minutes to ease the dizziness.
The youngster turned off the lights completely, started some very slow sexy music and went to join his girl.
In the darkness, Jack slipped both hands around Karen’s waist and whispered in her ear “Will you be my girl?”
What could she say? Say no, and ruin the evening and risk Jack taking her home early, to be questioned by Mistress Rosemary, or agree?
She had to admit to herself that he was very handsome, and her hormones had reawakened, surging throughout her body. Was she a He or a She, she wondered? She had a male body but somehow these months of domination, dressing in girl’s clothes and being taught to be docile and feminine had changed her desires. She felt strangely attracted to Jack and really did want to be his girl, to love him, to kiss him and to caress his body.
Jack’s hands slipped down and gently grasped Karen’s rump, massaging and pushing her body against his, until at last Karen whispered “Yes.”
Is that his hard penis pressing against my stomach? Karen thought to herself. Of course, it must be. She wriggled a little, responding to his clenching hands, and the wriggling exciting him even more.
In the darkness, Karen slipped her hand between their bodies and touched his rock-hard cock. “Yes, I want to be your girl.”
Jack couldn’t believe his luck; Karen was clearly a lot older than him and was surely no virgin. She must know a lot of tricks and he wanted to learn them…now…this very minute. He couldn’t wait.
“Karen sweety, let’s go somewhere where we can be alone.”
“Yes” she whispered coyly, “let’s go now the lights are off.”
Slipping out the back door, hand in hand, Jack led her between the gravestones to St Michael’s church and tried the main door, which luckily was unlocked; they tip toed inside, crept along the aisle and into the vestry where the glint of streetlights shone faintly through the stained-glass windows. Finding some old clothes and gowns that had been left over from last year’s Nativity play, Jack laid them on the floor and pulled Karen down beside him and embraced her.
His hands stroked her body over the top of her yellow dress, as she rolled over and sat atop of him with a gleam in her eye; reaching up, he lovingly caressed her breasts over her dress, murmuring “You have delicious breasts, my love; I adore them.”
“They’re all yours to enjoy, my darling.” she responded.
If the truth be known, they were silicone breast forms that Karen had received from China just two weeks previously.
Jack slipped his hands up under her dress, stroking her silky panties, grasping her firm round bottom once more - clenching and kneading. They were both breathing heavily as Karen bent over and started giving him long passionate kisses; Jack responded with something that he’d only read about – he pushed his tongue into her mouth and swirled it around. Karen responded eagerly and reached down to his crotch.
Since leaving the church hall his cock had lost its urgent hardness but now it sprang to life again under Karen’s touch; she unzipped his jeans, slipped her hand inside and felt his manhood – he was stiff. He stroked her thighs and gradually moved his hands higher and higher.
“I want you, Karen dear, I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Karen panicked. She wanted sex but knew it was physically impossible.
“I can’t in these days” was all she could think of “but I’m going to give you a good time, darling.” And with that, she pulled down his jeans and boxers and began to run her fingers lightly up and down his erect prick. The glow from the window showed off Jack’s wonderful organ – long and red with veins running down the sides. Karen thought to herself that his fine organ suited his surname aptly – Longstaff.
She cupped his balls in one hand and sent shock waves running throughout his body as she first licked up and down the sides of his cock causing it to jerk uncontrollably. She loved to see it move sharply as if it had a life of its own.
“Oh Karen, that’s incredible” he muttered through clenched teeth.
Saint Michael the Archangel gazed down serenely upon them from the medieval window glass. It wasn’t the first time that he’d seen illicit love scenes in his church, but he’d never seen one quite like this.
But Karen was just beginning - she enveloped his manhood in her mouth, moving up and down slowly, taking it deeply until she almost gagged. This lady is really teaching me something new, he thought between long sighs of pleasure “Don’t stop, Karen darling; this is wonderful.”
His prick was throbbing, and Karen loved the feeling of control – she knew that at that moment he would do anything for her.
Being so starved of sex for so long, Karen was enjoying the intimacy and the feeling of a throbbing penis in her mouth. It seemed that the slower she moved her mouth up and down, the more excited Jack became. She swirled her tongue around the bulbous head of his prick on every backstroke.
Jack gasped; he couldn’t hold back any longer; he held her head firmly against his groin and erupted into her mouth, shooting great squirts of his nectar deep into her throat – one, two, three - then as his balls began to empty, his subsiding spasms pulsed the last of his semen into her already full mouth.
With one big gulp she swallowed all his warm juice and then licked her lips.
He fell back exhausted and spent, closing his eyes and sighing deeply as his thumping heart gradually slowed down. He felt like a king.
Karen was still very excited, and in desperation she kicked her pumps off, sat back, slipped her panties down and knelt up in front of Jack’s face, lifted the hem of her dress, and pushed her erect organ right up in front of Jack’s closed eyes.
“Surprise, surprise, Jack darling!” she giggled.
Jack dreamily opened his eyes then opened them wide in amazement and shock. Shock and Awe could only describe his reaction.
“What the hell” he uttered sharply” you’re not a girl…”
He tried to wriggle out from under her, but she was in the throes of lust and kept him under her body, gripping him with her knees and grasping his arms tightly.
“You’ve had your fun, sweety,” she said directly, “now it’s my turn.”
“No, no, no…I couldn’t. I won’t.”
“Oh yes, you will, my love, because if you don’t, I’ll scream and scream and scream and say you tried to rape me…my darling.”
Jack stared at her big prick in amazement as the awful truth began to sink in.
“Sit up and suck me nicely now. I want to cum in your mouth as well.”
Jack was petrified at the thought of being caught with Karen while she screamed. Everyone in the church hall would run in and find them and he’d be hauled off to the local police station and probably sent off to Exeter jail – his life ruined.
“But I can’t…you’re a man…I can’t…I won’t...”
“Right then! Here come the screams: one, two...”
“No, no, no! Wait! Don’t! Give me a minute.”
“No waiting, darling! After all, we’re almost engaged now, aren’t we, my precious. Open up right now.” Karen ordered.
Poor Jack was between a rock and a hard place (Dear readers, please forgive the bad pun!); sitting up slowly he looked at her great cock with trepidation. “That’s it, sweetheart! Now open up for your treat” she said sarcastically. There was no escaping and Jack opened his mouth just a little. Karen gripped her urgent cock and brushed it back and forth along his lips then started to slide it inside his unwilling mouth.
“Oh, that’s wonderful, Jack darling” she cried “Slide your mouth up and down as I showed you, my love, and swirl your tongue around the head.”
Jack couldn’t believe what he was doing. Never in his wildest dreams…or nightmares, had he imagined that he’d suck a cock.
Karen took his hand and guided to her tight balls, telling him to caress them.
“Yes, yes, Jack my precious, that’s it, that’s it; you do it so well. I can see you’ve done this before.”
Jack was unable deny that awful accusation as his mouth was completely full…of Karen’s cock.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, keep going, that’s it, yes, yes, yes…I’m coming…”
And with that, Karen let out a cry of extasy and spurted deep inside his mouth, time and time again.
“Jack, Jack, Jack, I love you. I adore you! Swallow all my love juice, darling. It’s all for you.”
Jack gagged but Karen demanded sharply “I swallowed yours, now you’ll swallow mine.” And with a couple of gulps Karen’s seed disappeared down Jack’s unwilling throat.
Karen fell back sated and happy; Jack was such a delicious lover and she’d needed that so much.
They lay there for quite some time – Karen almost in a dream; calm and satisfied, while Jack looked shell-shocked, staring up at the Gothic ceiling arches with his eyes wide open. He was aghast at what he’d just done.
At last Karen stood up, pulled on her panties, smoothed her dress down and complimented him “Jack, my love, you’re a fantastic cock sucker. You’re an expert, my darling.”
Jack had certainly learned some new tricks that night.
Jack and Karen left the vicarage and went to wake up Hank who drove them back to the Hall. They sat apart in total silence.
Jack never spoke to Karen again, avoiding her like the plague whenever he saw her in the village.
Men can be so selfish. Once they’ve conquered a girl, they lose all interest.
Chapter 14