Free Belinda by Bryan Caine

decreed that married couples may only enjoy the pleasures of the flesh immediately after they have chastised a sinner. We must wait here and Jens must stand like this in silence until we are summoned back after they have all finished.’
    Above the increasing chorus of crickets Belinda heard the wagons creaking and the occasional grunt and short shriek coming from the direction of the camp. Helle said she was going for a walk as she found it too distressing to see poor Jens standing there exposed and aching, and Belinda told her to be careful and said she would stay with him until she returned.
    As Helle’s slender black-robed form faded into the gathering dusk Belinda sat on the rich grass at Jens’ feet and gazed quietly to the west. She wondered if she would ever reach her goal and a happier life. Thoughts of her family made her feel sad and lonely, but even more determined to be successful in her quest. She wondered what dreams Jens had and turned to ask, only to find his lovely semi-erect penis bobbing just inches from her instantly blushing face.
    â€˜Oh,’ she squealed as a not unwelcome tingle of excitement shot through the soles of her feet and up her legs to her quim. ‘What are you doing?’ she blundered stupidly. Jens said nothing and continued to stare stoically ahead. Motivated by the desire to comfort – and the desire churning in the pit of her stomach – Belinda stroked his calf uncertainly. Judging by his lack of admonishment she was not breaking any of the sect’s rules by doing this; indeed, the only reaction was a healthy surge of his penis that brought it aiming directly at her spellbound face. Although it was still not fully erect she was overwhelmed with a desire to feel it in her mouth. With increasing confidence she slid her hand up the back of his leg to caress his bruised and burning bottom. He quietly sucked in air at her gentle touch. Looking up at him with wide eyes, expecting him to call for help or order her to desist at any moment, she stroked around to the front of his thigh. She worked carefully, as though not wanting to startle a beautiful wild animal. His chest rose and fell more noticeably. Encouraged, she cupped his balls and weighed their youthful virility. She heard a soft gasp from above, and took that as permission to proceed further. His foreskin rolled back of its own accord and his shiny purple helmet inched towards her waiting mouth. She gripped the base of his turgid column and started to masturbate it slowly but firmly. The helmet disappeared inside the protective foreskin, and then reappeared as her fist slid back towards his belly. A silky pearl oozed from the tip, and Belinda leaned forward to collect it on her tongue. She closed her eyes. He tasted fresh and sweet. Fingers urged against the back of her head and she looked up to see Helle standing beside them. She smiled down and the fingers increased their pressure. Belinda’s moist lips peeled apart and the clean male flesh filled her mouth with one smooth movement. She knelt passively while Jens’ hips pumped freely back and forth. Fingers stroked her hair and her hollowed cheeks. Helle whispered encouragement in her native tongue. Belinda looked up and watched Helle caress Jens’ hairless chest and nipples. They kissed passionately, and Jens twitched and mumbled incoherently into her mouth as Belinda’s throat filled with his wonderful sperm.
    Sunday was the day both of revelations and of great shocks for Belinda. This was the Sabbath, and it was she alone who rose at the first grim grey light of day to prepare the fire and the breakfasts single-handedly. She was initially quite cheerful about this mammoth day of work, given that she had very little real chores to see to during the week. She had learnt that the group could not use their hands on a Sunday for anything except such basic matters as eating, climbing in and out of the wagon, and purely religious topics.
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