Julian, my neighbour, speaks no more than the odd word of English and it appears neither of the two ladies speaks much in the way of French. I explain to the ladies that our village is fairly small and though it did, until earlier this year have a small hotel, that has now closed. They explain they are two English Jehovah Witnesses on the way to Spain to pursue their task of spreading the word of the Bible, They had stopped their car at this point on the edge of the village looking for the non-existent hotel. They had planned to stay for the night and them make their leisurely journey via the motorway into Spain stopping the next night in San Sebastian. It was already twilight and Julien explained that there was nowhere else nearby for them to stay but he said he and his family would happily squeeze them in his house. The older lady who I reckoned to be in her mid or late 40’s immediately accepted the offer, clearly anxious not to be driving in the fading light in a part of the world they did not know and whose language they did not speak. I am Julien’s English neighbour and live alone in my house whilst Julien had his whole family. I turned to the two ladies and said I would be happy to have one of them sleep in my house. So, after a short discussion, the older lady, whose name it emerged was Karen, went with Julien, whilst the younger lady who I put in her late twenties, early thirties, came with me. Her name, she told me was Maisie. “Nice name” I smiled and commented.

The ladies took their respective bags from their car which I parked for them on the front of my drive. Maisie accompanied me down the short drive and into the front of the house. The entrance is just French doors leading into a large sitting/watching TV area. I took Maisie into the spare bedroom where she dumped her bag and then showed her the adjacent bathroom. I apologised and explained that the shower was not working but if she wanted a shower, which after their day travelling was almost certain to be the case, she could use the shower in my en suite bathroom.

I asked whether she was hungry and would she like to share my not very interesting meal of which there would be plenty. In the event Maisie tucked in vigorously devouring the piperade I had begun preparing just before she and Karen had appeared on the scene. I explained that the dish was a local Basque vegetable on the stove stew with eggs scrambled in at the end along, traditionally, with a slice of Bayonne ham. Five minutes in the oven and the baguette was perfect – warm, crispy and delicious. I did not recall ever having heard that there were restrictions on alcohol consumption for Jehovah Witnesses so I opened a fresh bottle of lightly cooled Beaujolais. Maisie said thanks and appeared to thoroughly enjoy both the meal and the wine. We went back into the living area and sat down, one on each sofa more or less facing each other and sipping the remains of the wine.

Maisie politely commended my cooking and remarked what a pleasant house to live in. She made it sound as if there had to be something not too “right” for me to be so lucky. She asked had I worked in “The City”. I explained that I had been a teacher for a number of years and had then resigned and become a full-time professional Gambler and that now, with just about sufficient funds, I was able to bet only for pleasure and live this unextravagant but thoroughly adequate lifestyle. I told her my divorce was now 5 years old but I remained on very good terms with my ex who lives in the UK.

I did not fancy an hour of small talk before we went to our respective beds, so I plunged in, “I can see that following strictly to the word of the Bible can be very rewarding. But do you not get irked by some of the restrictions placed on you as a Jehovah Witness?”

“Well, we are encouraged not to allow ourselves to be contaminated by social contacts. Society is seen as the product of the Devil’s work. But, to be honest, I don’t take that too literally. I think it is true that social contacts may drag me back into the Devil’s world, I don’t think of it that way. For me that is only figuratively the case – yes much of society is corrupt where money avarice, jealousy and violence exist and that is, if you want to use that vocabulary, the work of the devil. But what that misses out is the kindness and benevolence of people. Look how you and Julien, out of the blue, have offered 2 total strangers a bed for the night and the hospitality to go with it.”

I was beginning to warm to Maisie. Despite her objectionable association with the Jehovah Witnesses, it was clear she had a certain independence of mind. She also had an empty glass. With her slight nod of approval I opened another bottle, this time a Cote du Rhone. She grinned at me – the naughty girl grin – as I half-filled her glass. I vaguely wondered was I corrupting her, leading her stray? I decided to carry on regardless.

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“OK Maisie so do I take it that you think the Jehovah Witnesses rules on sex are reasonable?” She nods and smiles politely. I think she knows what’s coming.

“To be quite frank, Maisie, I don’t think they are but I am not going to try and get you to agree with my view. Instead. Let me ask – and this is a 100% genuine question, - how do you reconcile the Jehovah Witnesses rule that effectively bans masturbation with the following case which, I assure you is real and in no way manufactured. My lifelong friend is a psychotherapist, The client that has been with her the longest, seeing her at least twice a week, is a lady called Hannah. Hannah is wheelchair- bound and reliant on a team of carers. She described herself as “having the needs of a baby”. About three months ago Hannah told the therapist she was in the process of joining the Jehovah Witnesses. This raises the following problem. Hannah has no way of meeting other people beyond her carers and people on the internet such as her therapist. I do not know how Hannah feels about it, but assuming she has some natural sexual urges and she has no other practical way of releasing those urges, should it be right that masturbation be denied her?”

“I understand what you are getting at. Yes there is a problem with such cases, But my view is that Hannah – and, in fact all of us who are Jehovah Witnesses and not married – we must live with our own consciences. If we need to release our sexual needs and we masturbate, do we feel this makes us unworthy of being Jehovah Witnesses?. As you probably know, the Jehovah Witnesses outlawing of masturbation is almost certainly based on a misreading in the Bible of the story of Onan who was struck dead by God not as the Jehovah Witnesses believe for masturbating but for practising coitus interruptus to avoid inseminating his dead brother’s wife.”

“That’s a very liberal. open-minded view of masturbation, Are you equally open-minded about extra-marital sex?!

“Well, that is different. As I mentioned earlier, I was married - and divorced – before I joined the Jehovah Witnesses. I think my marriage deeply affected my feelings about sex in general, It was one aspect of out marriage – probably one of the most significant – that led to our break-up and divorce and after that my joining the Jehovah Witnesses.”

“Can you be more explicit or is that too embarrassing.?”

“It was quite simple. As far as sex was concerned it was like many other aspects of our married life. So one big disagreement was that I wanted a child and he did not. As far as sex was concerned I found some of his demands disgusting, some repulsive and some totally unreasonable. And to be fair. There were also a couple of things I wanted sexually that he wouldn’t have for a moment.”

“ I don’t suppose you much feel like going into more detail;?”

“Oh, Just because I am a Jehovah Witnesses doesn’t mean I can’t or don’t want to talk about these things. I’m absolutely OK going back over these events of my life.”

“Alright. So can you tell me about the things he wanted from you that you felt you could not tolerate?”

“Yeh, So, probably his number one demand was that he should tie me up before we had sex. That, not only seemed pointless to me, it also frightened me because I knew it would play on my worst claustrophobic fears. Then there were plenty pf other sex ideas he came up with, Some were completely harmless, if rather ridiculous – like having sex while all dressed up in uniforms he hired from the dressing-up shop – me as a nurse and him as a doctor. It made sex impossible for me, It just seemed so ludicrous. But then there was his request to me That he bring a friend round so that he could watch me being fucked -oops sorry – I mean having sex with him. Oh he had dozens of these ideas. I think he got lots of them from watching porn on the internet. Don’t get me wrong. Some of his ideas occasionally worked – or nearly did. Harmless things like me watching him masturbate while he watched me. But don’t run away with the idea that it was always he that wanted and me that refused. I shall be open and honest with you, There was the time I wanted to try anal sex. He was an absolute refusenik. He had a cousin with whom he was quite close. She was very pretty and sexy. I have no idea to this day whether he had had sex with her, But when I told him that she and I were very friendly and it was only a matter of time before we had sex, he went spare. At times his attitude just amused me. There was the time I teased him saying I would like it if we had a dog so he could lick me. He thought that was a great idea. He said he would love to watch!”

“And these sorts of differences between us were reflected in other aspects of our lives to such an extent we spent more and more of our time in a huff with each other. I probably was too young – married at 18. and divorced at 23. And here I am at 28, already an old maid wandering the streets of Europe trying to persuade people to join us on our happy religious voyage.”

Later, after having cleared up I told Maisie I would like to have a shower before bed. I asked if she would like to go first. She said it was more important that she had her regular half an hour reading of the Bible, I shrugged my shoulders and told her she could shower later. Obviously, I explained, you will have to come through my bedroom to get to the shower but by then I will be sitting up in bed reading. So, twenty-five minutes later I smiled as Maisie knocked and entered my bedroom. I told her to shout if there was anything she needed.

I was aware of the noises as Maisie toileted next door in the en suite shower room. I noticed when the shower stopped and was replaced by the softer sound of Maisie drying herself. The partitioning door opened and Maisie emerged wearing just a simple light yellow cotton nightie. She made no move to leave the bedroom. Instead, she sat on the edge of the double bed, the other side from me. I put my book down and turned off the bedroom light. I sensed rather than saw Maisie lift the nightie off over her head, then deftly turn back the light summer duvet and swing herself under it. She turned and snuggled up to me. Her head sought the cleft in my neck between head and shoulder. Still for a moment but soon, she turned slightly allowing her to take a toothy nibble on my shoulder. It sent shivers down me. It seemed very sexy but I did not understand why. Her left hand went down to find my naked prick. Having found it, already getting firm, she stroked it gently soon making it rigid.

No word was spoken. My hand first went to stroke, to fondle and enjoy her two small firm breasts both boasting hard suckable nipples. My head went down. My tongue flicked them and my lips sucked them. Time was standing still, an irrelevancy in this interplay, As I revelled in this oral experience I could not help wondering if Maisie’s cunt could possibly prove as great a revelation. My right hand went down wondering what secrets it could divulge. I was mildly surprised to find hair very close cropped, lots of short, stiff strands, almost prickly. But as my fingers crept down towards the lower point of the inverted pyramid, I detected a slight dampness. I wasn’t sure if this was the remnants of the shower or something more personal, perhaps moist droplets redolent of lust. It was important to know because it would dictate what might happen next. Curiosity dictated my fingers rose briefly enough to my face to allow me to smell and taste. It was sex. Jehovah Witness Maisie is leaking cunt juices. My fingers become more explorative. They find a small clitoris. My fingers explore it, try stroking it, rubbing it gently squeezing it hoping they can ooze more juices from it. I have to find out. I have to discover what it is she is offering. Crawling down .I am lying on my stomach between Maisie’s legs and my tongue is licking and exploring this open, wet crevice between her legs. I am licking the areas of thigh either side of her cunt, anxious to swallow every droplet of her cunt juices. Alternately my tongue tries the impossible goal of extending itself deep into her cunt. This is fruitful. Maisie responds to my tongue by grabbing my head and pushing it in an attempt to force my tongue to attach itself to the whole of her cunt. But her exertions are increasingly making me want to thrust my prick where my mouth has explored. I now know just how wet and luscious is Maisie’s cunt. I want to slip in. I know it will not be push – just slip in. I want my prick drowned in her juices that drip down from my prick to my balls and my thighs.

I move my body upwards so we are facing each other. I am on top of her but taking most of my weight on my arms. I do not try to enter her. I wait for her. So far we have said nothing to each other and this is not the time to break that silence. She must do what she wants. If I could speak I would demand her :”Pick it up. Stick it in your warm, luscious wet cunt.” In practice, as soon as that thought begins to dissipate I feel her fingers grasp my prick firmly and place it at the entrance to her cunt. Before I can send the command to my prick to push. Maisie has jerked her whole trunk and with no possibility of any other outcome my prink has been sucked into her sopping wet vagina. There is a second or two of adjustment then I start fucking her, sliding steadily in and out of her cunt. Maisie is breathing heavily and starting to make groaning noises that I am sure are the overture to her climax. It is an enormous effort on my part not to come. But there is no stopping Maisie, She is gyrating her hips, raising her bum off the bed, squealing and thrusting fingers down to alternately rub herself and feel my prick. She is coming. I have ne defences left, She is in the throes of orgasm. With one last gasp effort I stop myself from coming. At last it is stopping. I feel her whole body start to become less tense. I thrust my sopping wet prick into her cunt, once then twice then pull out and spurt all my pent-up white cream across her cunt and tummy.

I fall back. Maisie makes a few noises that are hard to interpret but she does not sound upset. Her breathing starts to return to normal. The same is true for me. I swing out of bed, go to the bathroom and return with wet flannels and dry towels. We both lie there after we have cleaned ourselves, still not speaking. Perhaps a little tired. After a minute or two I speak. But it is not to Maisie. I command Alexa to play the slow movement from Beethoven’s first piano concerto. I did not sleep. Nor did Maisie. I could tell from her breathing and then from her humming along with the music, that she was wide awake.

When the music stopped for a minute or two we both lay there on our backs next to each other. I realised we were holding hands. Then, making clear the direction she intended matters to proceed, Maisie unclasped hands, turned from lying on her back to lying on her tummy. I reached across and reverentially stroked her perfect bottom. She allowed this for a minute or two then with a swift movement entailing arms and legs she was on all fours. What a bold invitation, Perhaps it was less an invitation and more a command – fuck from behind!. I rose, as required and positioned myself behind Maiseie’s amazingly cute little bottom. I took my semi-erect prick and pushed it through between Maisie’s thighs and close to her cunt. It was soon rigid enough to rub against the outside. The soft lips of her vagina welcomed my stiff prick and were soon lubricating it with juices seeping from her cunt. But I had a feeling, a sense, that this was not what Maisie wanted. Suddenly to my surprise she moved her body away and made her way to the bathroom. I thought maybe that she had to do a pee. I heard the toilet flush then other noises that I could not make sense of. Maisie returned to the bed without explanation. Instead she carefully organised her body position as before – arms bent at the elbows resting on the bed, legs bent at the knees and sexually provocative white bum pushing out, slightly tilted upwards and begging to be fucked.

Now I understood. No words were needed, not yet. I put myself in position behind Maisie, I stroked down her back to the top of her bottom. My hands gently went round and fondled and gently squeezed her two delightful small tits. Then my hand reached underneath and stroked her cunt. From behind this was probably a bit rough but her juices had clearly started flowing again. I was a bit slow to realise but it was hard to ignore the cream – my body cream? - It had been smothered all along the crack between Maisie’s bum cheeks, Still no word. Nothing had been said but it was now clear that this was the reason she had got up and gone to the bathroom. I gently used my fingers to rub the body cream all along between the charming cheeks of her so tempting bottom. Not completely sure I was doing the right thing, I ventured, each time I passed it, to push a little pressure where her anal entrance was. She moaned quietly. It was the signal. This was what Maisie wanted. Earlier, when we were talking, she had described how her husband had been revolted at the idea of having anal sex. So this was what she now desired. I liked Maisie. I marvelled at her child-like bum. Sure, I wanted to please her but my overwhelming desire was to stick my prick in there, to fuck her arse.

As I spread the white body cream I used the opportunity to caress and occasionally gently squeeze both beautiful bum cheeks, Increasingly as I did so I thought to myself that if you were going to have anal sex then of all the bums in the world this would be the one you would choose. My thoughts had me a little carried away. Almost without noticing it I found myself pushing a finger through Maisie’s bum-hole. It was greeted with a quiet squeal. I wrapped some of the abundant body cream around my stiff penis. I placed it lengthwise along the crack. Squeezed the two bumcheeks together and my prick squelched between them.

I made the decision to break the verbal silence,. ...

I lent forward across her back and whispered in her ear: “Ok Maisie. We have said nothing about what has passed between us over the last hour or so, My silence is because I want you to forget it so that tomorrow you can go back to be a good Jehovah Witness determined to stay on the right side of your God and the wrong side of the Devil. But what I am going to do now – which is something I believe we both want – needs more than the purely physicality of my penis fucking your arse. This time I have to use words. That’s the way it is. Perhaps, you will make it a dialogue – that’s up to you. At the moment you are saying nothing but your bum is pushed provocatively up in front of me How can I not want to fuck it? And that now! You;ve squatted down just an inch or two lower. It stretches your bum. It offers an even more intimate view of your bottom – of this exquisite arse that I am about to fuck. Even before I get there I have this mental picture of my shiny prick pushing here where my finger is already slipping in and out.”

“I’m holding my prick at the bottom of the shaft. I’m holding it firm as near your bum-hole as I can manage without going in. But the temptation is too much. I’m pushing in, Just the tip is inside – no more than an inch. “

“I can feel it. It’s good.”

“I need to see if you can take this? And as I’m talking to you I am pushing my prick in just a little further. Feel it?”

“Yep”

“Comfortable?”

“Yes...more”

“OK, So now I am going to push in about an inch and a half. See if you like that.”

“Oh yes. S’fuckin good – wassit look like – tell me what it looks like – what’s it look like? Tell me.”

“Beautiful. My prick is almost in full view just the tip has disappeared inside your bum.”

“More! Give me more, more cock up my arse.”

“Your wish is my....There...It’s halfway in. I’m gonna shaft you – just that half a cock – perhaps 3 to 4 inches in and...out....fuck....fuck....fuck the little lady’s arsehole.”

“ Mmm. Yes I can feel it. S’Nice, s’very nice. I like it. Oh yes, yes...so good...keep shafting”

“ You feel that? I’m holding my prick and swivelling about a bit to rub even more against the hole. You want more?”

“Yes. Yes. More. Stick it all in. Stop pussyfooting “– for crying out loud just fuck my arse. All of it. All of your stiff prick – shaft me – slide in and out. It feels amazing It’s everything I hoped it would be. Please, please just fuck, just fuck...and fuck. Oh that’s incredible...keep going.....ouch...yes do that...smack me....smack me while you’re fucking me...I’m. I’m. I’m coming, I’m coming....massive. frantic...what your fuck has done to me....”

“You ok?”

“Mmm”

“That was something – the feel and the sound of your orgasm as I watched my prick fucking your beautiful, cute bum. I may have dropped a bit of something in there but I did not come.”

“I’m sorry. I would like it if you had shot all your come up my arse.”

“I know it’s a bit much to ask of you but would you mind if I turned you round and fucked your cunt?

“Of course. But, if you don’t mind. Don’t come inside me.”

“Sure, Not a problem. Where would you prefer – as your Bible puts it – that I spill my seed?”

“Not on the ground – that would be a waste. Go ahead fuck me – yes it’s alright – there let me put it in – ooh, I do like rubbing it against my clit like that. Tell me when you’re about to come and I’ll tell you where to shoot it.”

“Oh, it’s good. S’like home. Slips in so sweetly. And your fingers down there winding and unwinding themselves round my prick and my balls just like little sprites, And these gorgeous suckable nipples. Oh wow – what’s that you’re doing with your fingers on my bum? It’s all too much. I’ve got to come - quick...where?”

“Hold it...one second..quick...In...”

“Oh my sainted aunt. Oh yes. ...rub.....suck. ..it’s coming....too late to stop now....yes beautiful suck, suck suck every last drop out of me.”