It’s all on the table

Our Great Uncle had the money to finance the doctor’s research. He just had to convince my cousin and me of its value

“Reincarnation, that’s nonsense, I am afraid,” Doctor Fenton Carlisle said, his tongue loosened after the fine wine we drank with the meal.

There were just the four of us sitting around Great Uncle Greville’s large round dinner table after a sumptuous five course meal in the candlelit dining room of his Jacobean mansion. His live-in butler and general factotum had been dismissed after clearing the table and we were left with our drinks and liqueurs. We had joked that in past days, the men would have smoked cigars while the ladies withdrew.

That definitely wouldn’t have been to my taste. Fortunately, we live in more enlightened times and such archaic sexism is receding into the past.

Sexism, that is, rather than sex!

I dabbed my lips and leaned forward against the table to give the sexy doctor a clear view of my cleavage. “So you don’t believe that you can be born again?”

Fenton Carlisle ogled my breasts for a fleeting moment, then looked away and wiped some invisible crumbs from the white tablecloth in case Great Uncle Greville noticed him inappropriately giving me the eye.

He gave a nervous little cough and continued his diatribe. He shook his head.

“Absolutely not. When you’re dead, you just go through the natural processes of putrefaction, degradation and ultimately you just become nutrients for worms, bugs, and bacteria.”

Miriam gave that tinkly little laugh of hers that men liked.

“But surely you believe in some sort of afterlife, Fenton?”

My cousin Miriam was wearing an even lower-cut dress than me. She also had bigger breasts and was blonde whereas I have raven back hair. That apart, we have some family features in common, as does Great Uncle Grenville, and which Fenton had remarked upon when he saw the portraits of our ancestors upon the walls in the great hall.

Miriam gave a coquettish shake of her head and fingered the gold chain that provocatively disappeared between her creamy breasts.

“I like to believe that if you lead a good life, you are rewarded in the afterlife.”

“Afterlife! I’m a doctor and a scientist, Miss Faversham. We know that thoughts are just the result of electrochemical discharges in the colloidal gel of the brain. Life itself is just the chance result of various organic elements being sparked in the primeval soup that existed on this third rock from the sun. I personally don’t believe in an afterlife. As I just said, when you die, the processes of self destruction causes every body component to ultimately disintegrate back into those organic elements.”

“Doesn’t that bother you?” I asked. “The thought that after all this wonderful life, there is — nothing!”

“I’m a hematologist. I specialise in disorders of the blood. I’ve seen so many people die in front of me and there is no mystical passing. Death is followed by complete shut down and then the processes of natural decomposition begin.”

Great Uncle Greville had been quiet for a while, as was his way when we were entertaining guests that he was considering investing in. He ran a finger across his crisp silver mustache.

“You must excuse my two nieces’ preoccupation with such obscure mumbo-jumbo, Doctor Carlisle. Their parents were all convinced about the possibility of reincarnation and rather filled their heads with it.”

“Oh Great Uncle Greville, you can’t blame us for being interested in it and hoping that we all may live again in another place.”

I smiled at our guest and having already shed my shoe, reached my foot out and ran my toes up the doctor’s leg.

Fenton had just taken a sip of port and almost spluttered, but caught himself and smiled at me.

“Oh, not a problem, sir. I enjoy stimulating conversation.”

I’m very flexible from years of yoga and with my foot in his crotch, I could tell by the instantaneous bulge that he was stimulated, all right.

Great Uncle Greville finished his Benedictine and yawned.

“Well, I for one, have found this most stimulating. I have had a fascination with medical science for many years, which is why I am interested in your blood and bone marrow research.” He smiled. “But age has kicked in and I’m afraid that I’ll have to bid you all good night.”

He rose to his feet.

“Oh, but what… what about my proposal for the research institute?”

Fenton asked, grasping my foot and flicking it away. He made as if to rise, which amused me, as the bulge would be most embarrassing for him.

But Uncle Greville came to his rescue. He waved him to stay seated.

“Oh, I’m most interested. It’s certainly on the table for further discussion. We’ll talk about it in the morning after we’ve had a good sleep and sort out all the details. Meanwhile, my nieces are my top business assistants and will entertain you while you convince them about your research. Why don’t you all have a nightcap? There is an excellent brandy in the drinks cabinet.”

The three of us were left. As Fenton settled back in his chair, I replaced my foot to continue the cock massage I had started.

“So?” I said.

Fenton looked from me to Miriam and gave an embarrassed smile. He had been sitting opposite Uncle Greville and I and Miriam had been sitting facing each other. Miriam drew her chair closer to Fenton and I could tell by his eyes that she had just put a hand on his thigh. A few moments later, I felt her hand cupping his balls and brushing against my hand.

“S…So?” he repeated.

Miriam gave her tinkly laugh again. “So, we have you all to ourselves.”

“Or you have us to yourself,” I added, wrinkling my nose.

He looked vaguely horrified.

“Aren’t… Aren’t you related? And… And what if someone comes…”

I withdrew my foot and pushing my chair back, knelt down and unzipped his pants.

“No one will come in now. Miriam and I are close, but not so closely related that it matters,” I said as I pulled out his cock while my cousin undid his belt and started pulling his pants down to grasp his balls.

“We share everything,” she said, as she licked his balls and I started to suck his cock.

Fenton gasped and leaned forward to reach down to grasp and fondle our breasts.

“I… I never expected a discussion about my research would end up like this.”

I released his cock head after giving it an extra hard suck so that it came out of my mouth with a popping noise.

“It hasn’t ended, Fenton. It’s just begun.”

I pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders, stood up, and shimmied so it slipped to the floor. His eyes opened wide when he saw that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Miriam followed suit, and we stood before him. With a wink at her, I took one of Fenton’s hands and she took the other, and we put them both on our wet pussies. I am proud of my thick black bush, which I trim into a neat triangle, while Miriam shaves.

I don’t wear jewellery, but in addition to the chain and pendant that hung between her breasts, Miriam had nipple and fourchette piercings.

“Why don’t you show us how skillful those fingers are while we undress you, doctor?” I urged.

I adore being finger fucked, and he was eager as well as skilful. He used his thumbs to work our clits and two of his fingers to delve into our cunts so that soon we were both giggling with pleasure.

“You first,” Miriam said to me once we had undressed him.

I laughed and straddled him, slowly lowering my pussy on his cock so that it disappeared up to the hilt. And then I started to raise and lower myself while Miriam went underneath the table to massage and suck his balls.

“Oh f… f… fuck! I’m in heaven,” he said, his voice having gone all gravely as he fondled my tits. Then, with one in each hand, he started to suck my nipples.

“We thought you didn’t believe in any of that,” I said.

“You… you are convincing me,” he moaned.

Miriam surfaced, and while Fenton continued to fuck me, she cleared the table of bottles and glasses. Then she leaned across the table with her ass high. “Well, let’s see if another angelic cunt can convince you even more. Why not shove that divine cock up my cunny?”

I laughed and came off him. Fenton leaped up with alacrity and rammed his cock into Miriam’s pussy. He reached under her and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them and making her alternately moan and giggle.

I massaged his ass as his balls flesh-smacked against my cousin’s pussy. Then, after giving them some minutes, I leaned over the table beside them.

“My turn now,” I said.

Fenton laughed as he immediately whipped his cock out of Miriam’s cunt, sidestepped, and shoved it straight into mine.

After a few minutes of fucking me, we repeated the process. And we did it again and again, fucking our way around the table. Then we did it by lying on our backs with our legs open wide, so Fenton could fuck while we cousins could kiss and suck nipples and give our clits a helping hand.

“Did… Did you put something in my drinks?” Fenton asked as we did another fucking lap of the table. “I don’t think I’ve ever been able to fuck for so long.”

“Everyone has hidden reserves of energy in them if the desire is there. And you do desire to keep fucking us, don’t you, Fenton?”

“More than… anything… I’ve ever wanted,” he muttered.

“And that’s what we want too, Fenton,” said Miriam as she leaned over the table again with her ass in the air. She shoved her fingers into her pussy and then smeared her ass with love juice. “This time, let’s ass fuck.”

“Oh, yes, I’m in fourth heaven at least,” Fenton said, holding his cock and laughing as he slid it smoothly into my cousin’s ass.

“We want to reach seventh heaven,” I said, taking my turn and smearing my anus with my pussy juice, so I was all nicely lubed up for him.

I couldn’t stop a little shriek as his big cock went straight up my ass and he started to hammer me.

And so we went round again until Miriam put a hand on Fenton’s cock and gently wanked him.

“How about this time you lie down and we’ll take turns fucking you while the other squats on your face and you can stick your tongue up our pussies and suck our clits and massage our tits.”

“I am in your hands, ladies,” he said, chuckling. “And my cock and mouth are at your service.”

I had pulled the tablecloth away and together we pushed him back onto the surface.

He didn’t see that the surface of the table had an inlaid silver pentagram on it, so that each of the five points touched the rim of the table. We positioned him so that his ankles and wrists were over four of the points and his head was over the fifth.

I fucked him first as Miriam sat on his face and we cousins kissed while he massaged our tits. Then we swapped over and Miriam rode him as if he was a stallion.

“I… I think I’m going to cum,” he gasped.

“Not yet, Fenton, not until we women have reached our peaks.”

And we did, simultaneously, for we had been holding back for this moment. We moaned and groaned and each began muttering ancient words.

“What… what are you saying?” Fenton asked.

I came off his face and Miriam continued to ride him hard, both of us still muttering softly.

He did not see me press a hidden button under the table. There was a click and simultaneously five springs were released so that a manacle snapped around each of his wrists and ankles.

Fenton didn’t seem to notice, as he was almost delirious with pent up passion. “I’m… I’m cuming.”

Miriam pushed herself off of him and joined me. We watched as I held his cock straight up as a fountain of cum shot upwards from his cock. It came in seven great spurts, all of which I caught in a silver bowl.

“What… what are you mumbling?” he asked, his energy spent.

“Just an old family tradition,” I said, as Miriam pressed another button under the table where his head rested and two little compartments on either side of his neck slid open and ropes shot out. Deftly, she tied them around his throat.

“You’ve been so good, Fenton. So very good,” I said, kissing him one final time.

“What the fuck?” he said, suddenly aware of the manacles and the rope fastening him to the pentagram on the table. “Release me at once!”

The dining room door creaked open and Great Uncle Greville came in quietly, followed by Willard, the butler. Like us, they were both naked. Greville was carrying a silver dagger, and Willard held a silver bowl like mine in both hands.

“Don’t worry, Fenton,” said Miriam, kissing his forehead. “Great Uncle Greville is going to release you in a few moments. Your blood and cream will restore him to his former self. You life will be as pointless and erroneous as your beliefs are.”

“And then you will discover whether or not there is an afterlife,” I said as he began to writhe and scream.

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