Jack the Whipper

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Part Four.

`Disgusting,' my mother cried next morning in the parlour, throwing the printed newssheet to one side.

`What is?' I asked, picking up the single sheet.

`Women being whipped in the streets.' I looked at the banner across the article. "Jack the Whipper Strikes Again." It went on to say that this was now the third woman to be found lying in a darkened street having been severely whipped etc, etc. Where had they come up with the name Jack, I mused? Then it struck me. My handkerchief! The embroidered J in the corner, but there was no mention of a handkerchief being found with the women. Maybe the runners were keeping this quite but had given out that this must be the name of the perpetrator of these attacks. It made me smile that it was me that they were referring to as being the whipper.

I'll drive these sluts and slatterns off the streets I said to myself, stopping men from being given the pox that if married, wouldn't then pass it on to their women folk. I read the article again but didn't find any reference to them being sodomised but if they were checked over by a doctor at the scene, along with my handkerchief, they would certainly know this. Then let's lead them on a merry chase, I said to myself with a grin and felt puffed up at the thought that it would be me that drives these fallen women off the streets and stop them pestering good clean honest folks like myself. I didn't realise then how hypocritical I was being in my outlook. But at least I was keeping my deviance at home and not out in the streets, but I was in the very fact that I was fucking them at the same time as whipping them.

The sermon I gave on Sunday was about Salome, using her as an example of fallen women and how she finished up, like the women who were being whipped in the streets of Whitechapel. Shown for what they really were. I think I went over the top a bit in this and had to tone down my feelings about this and not be so outspoken about them.

The months quickly seemed to pass by with me still having Stephen on Sunday evenings, Morgan the Organ on a Wednesday and both Stephen and Richard on Thursday night, all the while, the time creeping closer to my marriage to Grace. I was brought up short by my mother when she asked me who would be the parson or vicar to see to my wedding and also who would be my best man.

I then came to realise at how secular I had been for I couldn't really give a name to what I would call a friend. Stephen was in the choir and Richard was too young to really stand in as my best man. Morgan would be playing the organ, so who could I ask? As to who would perform the ceremony I thought it only neighbourly to invite the vicar of the adjoining parish to officiate. That was the Right Reverend Phillip Jenkins who said he would be most honoured at my request that he perform the marriage ceremony.

For my best man? I had no idea as to whom to ask. So I wrote to the dean of the Theological college I had attended, asking if he knew of any of my late colleagues that had studied with me were anywhere near the locality to where I had my parish. With me saying that it was for me to ask for one of them to be my best man at my wedding, he was most helpful.

The only one he could name was Bertie Hanson, who I remembered well, having spent quite a few nights in bed with him at college. He had his parish over the river in Borough, near Waterloo Bridge, and sent over a note saying that I would shortly be calling upon him. His reply said that he would be delighted to see me and set a date for me to call and so, on that day, I went south of the river and to his place of residence.

John!' he cried as he saw me on his doorstep, and took me straight away into a bear hug and pulled me inside. You're a sight for sore eyes my dear fellow. How are you? I've often wondered if we would meet up again and talk over the times we spent at the college.'

I blushed at this for the most time we spent together was either in his bed or mine, sucking on each other between kissing and before we fucked each other. He hugged me again and whispered in my ear.

How I've longed to once again have you in bed with me. I've not found anyone to share what we shared at college. You will come to bed with me?' he asked, a hopeful look on his face. We can talk afterwards.' I couldn't help but stutter out that I would be delighted to once again share his bed and so he quickly took me upstairs to his bedroom.

Here we went into each other's arms and kissed, both of us feeling that we had an erection inside our trousers.

`Oh John. You don't know how long I've waited to have a cock such as yours to suck and have up inside me again,' he said as he feverishly tried to get my clothes off. It finished up with us both undressing ourselves, showing that we indeed had need for each other with our erections sticking out in front of us. He took hold of mine and dragged me to the bed where we fell onto it as our cocks clashed together in our embrace.

It must have been a long time for him for he was positively frantic in his sucking on my erection as soon as we freed ourselves from the clutched embrace we'd been having. He'd pushed the foreskin right back as he sucked on me, not letting go of it as he moved his own body round to present his prick within reach of my own mouth.

He was avidly sucking on mine as I took his hard piece into me and copied him and such was his need for release that he came well before I was ready. Taking all of his coming to roll round my mouth before swallowing and then having the pleasure of coming myself into his.

Just as good as it was in college,' he said, licking his lips when I'd finished sucking on him and between the kisses he kept giving me. So how do you find having a parish?' he asked as he settled down alongside me.

`Quite good though it wasn't really how I would have liked to have started. My first act being to officiate at the funeral of my father,' I replied.

Yes, we were sorry to hear of your loss but then, at the same time pleased that you got ordained earlier than the rest of us,' he said. It wouldn't have been the most auspicious time.'

`It wasn't, but, mother and I coped and now everything seems to be running smoothly. How about you? Have you been here long?' I asked, stroking his chest as he was doing to me.

Two months now and being driven up the wall by not having male company at night. You have been a god send for this is what I have been missing since college,' he said, his hand now down and fondling my prick. But you haven't said how you found me here.'

`Well I contacted the dean to find out who had a parish close to mine and he told me of you. The reason is I would like you to be the best man at my wedding,' I said to him.

`Best man? Your wedding? Who are you marrying? What's his name?' he was almost squealing as he asked this, rolling all the questions into one stream of words. I had to laugh.

`He is a she and her name is Grace.'

A woman?' he asked aghast. You are going to use this on a woman and deprive us males of the wonderful cock you've got?' he said, now rubbing me up to a full erection.

Not really,' I said with another laugh. There are a few who are delighted to have me, in both senses of the word. No, I'm getting married because it will make my mother happy. She's been pestering me for months now to get married and so I finally am. But I will still be seeing those who are looking after me in our way.'

`Oooh, tell me more, but after you have seen to me with this wonderful organ of yours,' he said, quickly moving down the bed and giving the head of my cock a suck before moving to one side and going up onto his knees.

It was with pleasure that I got up behind him and in between his legs and looked once again on the cheeks of his bum that I had stroked on many a night before putting my cock in between those plums and fucked him. Now I was doing it again and thoroughly enjoyed having him once again. Slowly moving my erect cock back and forth in his tight orifice, having him croon as I did so.

This is the first time since I left college,' he said between gasps, and it's lovely to have you back inside me.'

`I'm pleased too in having you again and hope that you're still as good as you were when you see to me in just a few minutes,' I said as I began to now really ram myself up his backside as I started to come, shooting my seed with some force into his rectum. He gave out a cry as I did so and I soon came to a panting stop and leaned over his rear end, feeling him squeeze me internally as I gave my cock a few more twitches before pulling out.

Oooh,' he cried out as I withdrew from his backside, letting him fall forward onto his stomach. There's water in the jug on the dresser,' he panted, and I got off the bed and washed myself carefully before drying my now almost limp cock. He was lying on his back now, his erection, smaller than mine I might add, lying there, up on his stomach, looking fit to bust and I licked my lips knowing that I was going to have it inside me before very long.

`That was truly wonderful John. You don't know how long I've been waiting to having myself reamed in that way,' he said with a smile on his face.

Now it was my turn and I got onto the bed in the same position and had him getting behind me and I soon had his cock pushing its way up into my backside. It was grand to have this extra pleasure of once again having him moving himself in and out of me, feeling it smoothly slide as it throbbed away with me using my sphincter muscle to squeeze it as he moved. I loved his hands holding my hips firmly, having his thighs slap up against the cheeks of my bum and of his balls occasionally swinging to hit me too.

But like me and all men, he didn't last long and was soon pulling me back onto him as he rammed himself into me, giving me the ultimate thrill of feeling him come inside. I was drooling at the pleasure and knew that he would soon be pulling out and taking away that wonderful tool of his. I gave out a cry at the loss as he got off the bed to wash himself.

`When will the wedding be?' he asked as he dried himself before getting back onto the bed for a kiss and cuddle.

Well we haven't set a date yet but I think it will be in a month, maybe less,' I replied, and then noticed the time from the clock on the dresser. Good Lord! I must be leaving. I've got a sermon to write yet.'

We disentangled ourselves and quickly got dressed and had one more kiss before we went downstairs and said goodbye. It was a nice day and so I walked back across the river, happy as a lark at having once again having had Bertie and him having me.

In spite of fucking Morgan the Organ and the two young lads, I was now looking forward to marrying Grace and seeing the other side of the coin as it were. The date we set was for four weeks time and I could see that she was looking forward to it too, to become Mrs. Brown and come to live in the Parsonage. I sent a letter to Bertie to tell him, and the time, but went round to Phillip Jenkins to tell him and that the marriage should take place in my own church, to which he agreed.

That Sunday evening after a good one to one session with Stephen, I was again accosted in a dark and dismal passage and had the thrill off knocking the woman down and then lifting her skirt and using the whip to crack it across the cheeks of her arse. She started to cry out but I banged her head hard down onto the cobbles to shut her up as I brought up some lovely red weals on her bum as I whipped her. She got at least six before I put the whip away inside my coat and pulled out the erection that had arisen at my chastising the harlot. It was throbbing like mad and even though it was less than an hour since I'd fucked Stephen, I wanted to fuck that bleeding backside in front of me.

Up onto her knees I pulled her and quickly stuffed myself into her. She gave out a groan as she felt me widen her back passage but gave no resistance to me as I held her tight and kept ramming myself inside her till I came with quite some shuddering of my body. I cleaned myself up as usual with my handkerchief and now got a vicarious thrill at leaving my calling card by stuffing it up the arse I'd just fucked. Again I reproached myself for acting in this deplorable manner of knocking the woman about and taking them against their will, but I used the thought that what I did to them, maybe it would drive them off the streets and into some useful employment instead of selling their bodies to all and sundry.

I didn't come across any more sluts like this till after I was married.

On the evening of the last Thursday before this, I had the two young lads in my bedroom where we fucked each other, all getting the pleasure of having each other again. Though I had to reassure them again that even though I would be taking a wife, we would still be having our sessions together as usual. Stephen also asked if this applied to his Sunday evenings with me as well and I took him into my arms and kissed him and said that I couldn't now give him up. He was part of my life now and these words caused him to rise up again and had the thrill of him fucking me for the second time that evening.

As I've already mentioned, I wasn't accosted that evening after escorting them back to their lodgings and now looked forward to the morrow, for I had told Bertie to dine with us on the Friday evening and stay over till the wedding.

He arrived in the late afternoon and I introduced him to my mother, telling her that he was my closest friend when we were at the college. I showed him up to the bedroom that he would, supposedly be occupying that night, though we both knew that he would be sleeping with me. But I told him to mess up the bed first because of the maid who would be seeing to his room the next day.

Even though dinner went down well with him speaking and listening to mother, I couldn't really enjoy the meal, thinking of the next day and getting married. I think mother understood my nervousness with me not really eating what had been placed in front of me. It would have been really dismal if it hadn't been for Bertie being there, but it was finally over and I said to my mother that I would be retiring early as I wished to pray before going to sleep and it seemed to be the right thing to have said for she positively beamed and wished me a good night's sleep and not to worry about the following day.

I had already instructed the maid to have the boiler fired up for Bertie to be able to have a bath that night and to have it lit again for me to have one in the morning. As Bertie had also said good-night to my mother, we went upstairs together and I led him into the bathroom and stayed there with him. It was nice to watch him take off his clothes, revealing his body that I would later be fucking and almost drooled as I saw that he already had an erection in anticipation, but refrained from touching it there and then as he got into the bath.

We talked of the good nights we'd had at the college as he bathed and he was soon washed and I helped dry him before leading him to my room. With him only wearing a towel round his waist, it was soon off to show me that he was still up and ready for some action and I quickly undressed to show that I was in the same state.

Our two cocks clashed as we went into an embrace to kiss and hold each other before we got into my bed where we kissed again before I pushed the covers back and turned round to lay upside down to his prone body. His cock head looked red and fierce as it stretched the foreskin and the shaft of his cock was hot to the touch and I could feel his heart beat being transmitted through it.

Mine must have looked the same but he didn't stay looking at it but took it straight into his mouth with a gurgle of delight to begin to suck and chew on it. His mouth was hot and his tongue quickly pushed the foreskin right back and I shivered at feeling his teeth scrape the bare flesh as he tongued me at the same time.

I then took the head of his cock into mine and did the same, feeling his body tremble as I did so and I too gave out groan as I now had his hard flesh to suck and tease. It was like being back at the college though where it had been in the darkness there, here I had a lamp burning and could now lift my head up off of him to see that the head was now almost a dark purple and covered in saliva before taking it back in again.

What a delight it was to be sucking that hard pulsating piece of flesh and to be having it done to you, feeling the tongue find the G string and make your body shiver at the tingle of pleasure that ran up and down your spine. We tongue, sucked and chewed on each other as our hand gently moved the outer skin of the shaft up and down. This we did until we got near our peak and then it was to grasp it very firmly as we then jerked each other off and had the pleasure of having our mouths filled with the nectar of the Gods.

After the tasting and swallowing of each other's seed, we licked each other clean before I turned back round in the bed for us to press our bodies close to each other as we kissed. This we carried on whilst fondling the limp dicks and rolling the balls round in our hands, trying to coax the other back up to another erection for the purpose of using and having it up our respective backsides.

This time, I fucked him first, loving the tightness that surrounded my cock as I pushed my way in between his plump cheeks of his bum until I was fully inside him. His muscle squeezing me as I made my cock twitch before I began to move and fuck the arse off him. It was lovely doing it to him and then having him once again up inside me to give me the same enjoyment of having a fully grown man moving his hard piece of meat there and coating the insides with his coming. This I felt as he held me tight and fast up against his thighs as he jerked away to do this final act of two males having sex in this fashion.

We took each other in the early hours of the morning before I turfed him out to go off to his room to be there when the maid took him his cup of morning tea. After mine, I went and had my bath before getting dressed and going down for breakfast. I couldn't eat a thing I was that nervous and restricted myself to just one cup of tea as I didn't want to be embarrassed by wanting a pee when facing the altar. It didn't stop Bertie from enjoying what the maid put down before him.

Phillip came and joined us and said with a laugh that I didn't need telling where to stand and what to say when needed and it was soon time to go. It was only a few yards for us four to walk to the church, well six, for both Alice and Mary came too.

Quite a few of my congregation were already waiting outside to see their Parson getting married and I went in with mother on my arm and sat her down in the front pew where she normally sat and Alice and Mary sat behind her. Bertie stood next to me, knowing that he had the ring in his pocket.

I got a big smile from Stephen when he came out from the vestry with the others of the choir as they went and took their places. Morgan was playing softly on the organ and even he turned and gave me a smile too. Both of these had been invited into the Parsonage after the ceremony along with just a few of the notables of the parish.

I watched what few relatives Grace had, come down the aisle and take the front row on her side and there we waited. God. I had collywobbles in my stomach and couldn't stand still and got a nudge from Bertie to keep still. It was the cessation of Morgan playing a fugue by Bach that told us that Grace and her father were at the church door as he then crashed into the Wedding March.

I couldn't stop myself from turning my head to see Grace, looking absolutely perfect in her white wedding dress, on the arm of her father as they both slowly walked down the aisle. I turned back to face Phillip and my stomach didn't settle until Grace was then standing next to me and I could see a smile on her face from behind her veil.

`Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today...' Phillip started, but you know the words he uttered so we'll pass on that. I duly took the ring from Bertie when asked and placed it on her finger after saying the right words to accept Grace as my wife and with her saying her words, we were then pronounced as being man and wife.

It was when people started clapping that I looked back and saw that the church was full of my congregation and couldn't help but smile at them as Grace and I went off with Phillip into the vestry to sign the book.

There was more clapping as we went back out and walked down the aisle to go outside to have our photograph taken. I didn't know I had a silly smile on my face when he said to say cheese and flinched when the flash went off. This was seen later when it was developed, but it was still framed and put in pride of place on the sitting room's sideboard. The other photograph was with Doctor Fielding, mother and Bertie in with Grace and myself that also finished up on the sideboard.

Alice and Mary then slipped off to be ready in our parlour to see to the eats that had been prepared for the selected guests, making us a total of twenty people to sample the cake and other offerings as well as some beverages, which was sherry and tea.

Grace and I spoke to all there, thanking them for coming and accepted their good wishes before they started to leave, giving special thanks to Phillip for performing the ceremony, till there were just Grace, mother, father-in-law, Bertie and myself. It was the latter who pulled me to one side.

John,' he said. Can I just have a private word with you?' to which I agreed and took him through to my study and when we were inside, he took me into his arms and kissed me. Thank you for asking me to be your best man and for the pleasure you have giving me,' he said as he rubbed his front up against me. Grace is a lucky woman to be getting what I can feel and have had myself. I only wish that us men could marry for I would really have loved to share your bed every night. Any time that you need me, just call and I'll come running.' He gave me another rather passionate kiss before we parted and I thanked him for both and being the best man and would definitely call upon him sometime in the future.

With that, we went back into the parlour and he said his good-byes and left. Grace's father then shook my hand and wished me a happy life with Grace before giving her a kiss and a peck on the cheek to mother before he left too.

It's been a wonderful day,' mother said, and walked over to Grace and gave her a kiss on the cheek, and you looked most regal there in the church, Grace. Now let me show you to your room and let you get out of your dress so as not to spoil it.' I heard mother say to Grace as they left the parlour that she and her late husband had separate rooms because the parson liked to sleep alone to meditate on his sermons Which saved me giving her the excuse for me sleeping in my own room for I needed to be able to have a secure place for the evenings I spent with Morgan and the two lads.

I don't know what the two of them spoke about in that hour they spent upstairs before they returned and Grace was now dressed in a nice dress which emphasised just how big were her upper works. I cannot remember the small talk he had while sitting together on the sofa until dinner was announced. It was only a light meal and it wasn't long before it was time for bed. Grace gave me a shy smile when I offered her my hand to help her up from the sofa and we both gave mother a kiss on the cheek, her with a big smile on her face that her son was now about to prove that he was indeed a man.

I don't know which of the two of us, Grace and myself, at who was the shyest as I left her at her bedroom door.

`I'll be along in a few minutes my dear,' I stammered as I went off to my room and got undressed. I was all fingers and thumbs in getting the buttons undone and my stomach kept turning itself over and over with nerves. I then put on my dressing gown and went along to her room and gave the door a light tap before going inside. The lamp was out but I could see that she was already in bed as I moved closer and went round to the left hand side and pulled the cover back. She moved across from the middle.

`I didn't know which side,' she said softly in an apologetic voice. I didn't answer but took off my gown and naked, got into bed and turned to her.

`Hello wife,' I said, my voice a little husky and hoped she wouldn't touch me down below for I still was rather limp in the sex market.

`Hello husband,' she replied in a shy voice as I leaned over and gave her a kiss. Now being the daughter of a doctor, she must have known what was expected of a newly married woman and didn't flinch when, for the first time in my life, I put my hand on a female breast. Well nearly, for she was wearing a nightdress, but I could feel the soft roundness of it beneath the material. In spite of that, I could feel a nipple and it began to harden up as I rubbed it as I began to harden up too at doing this.

`Grace dear, take this nightgown off and be like me in bed,' I said as I pulled her hand to feel my bare chest and pushed her hand down till she felt that I was now fully erect.

`Oh!' she gasped as her hand quickly pulled itself away, but moved herself, sitting up and pulled the nightgown over her bed and dropped it on the floor. I could then see in the gloom that she did indeed have a lovely pair of tits as she laid herself back down, not pulling the covers up.

`You look lovely Grace,' I breathed out as I began to stroke her left breast as I moved down slightly and bent my head and kissed the other nipple. She gave out a slight groan which encouraged me to begin to suck on it as I moulded the other. My courage began to come back to me at this first handling of a female and moved my hand down over her stomach until my fingers moved into her pubic hairs. Then got a shock for my mind had drifted and had expected to find a male erection there.

I was soon over this, marvelling at how soft were her hairs as opposed to that of a male which were slightly harsher as I moved my fingers through it and then down in between her thighs. Her body flinched when I found the entrance to her sex and knew that was where my cock was supposed to go and stifled the chuckle that if I hadn't have known, I might have tried to fuck her up the arse.

My own throbbing cock was now alongside her thigh and knew that she could feel what she was about to receive as I moved my right leg over her thigh. So as I pushed her left leg apart from the other, my erection slid across her thigh and settled down between her legs as I moved in between them.

Her body felt rigid as my lower chest lay against her stomach before I moved up onto my elbows and felt her flinch when the head of my cock touched the outer lips of her sex.

`Be gentle with me John please, it's my first time,' she said in a low voice.

`That I will Grace for it's my first time too,' I replied, thinking it strange to be laying on the front of a warm body instead of leaning behind one and holding a pair of hips as I prepared to fuck it. I moved up slightly and the head of my cock started to push at the lips of her sex but they seemed to move inwards, preventing me from fully entering her. I had to lean up on my left elbow and reach down to take hold of my erection and move the head about to open these lips, which I did and felt the head move in and could feel her inner heat.

With the head just nestling inside the lips I settled back onto my elbows and gently moved myself up inside her and came up against the barrier of her hymen which showed that this really was the first time she would be entered by a male and be fucked.

She gave out a little cry as I broke through, deflowering her and my cock then smoothly slipped inside her till our pubes met and felt her use the muscles that she had inside there. This made my cock twitch in response and I began the process of fucking my wife.

She was not as tight as the backside of a male but had more muscles to tease me with the flexing of them as I smoothly rode her. Her body now relaxing beneath me and her arms came up to hold my upper arms as I moved back and forth, my own hands going up to hold her shoulders as I began to heave myself into her to try and get more pressure round my cock like that of the anal passage.

With it being my first time in fucking a woman in the right place, I didn't last long and was soon grinding my groin tight to hers as I felt the sap rising and it came out in shuddering bursts inside her, lifting myself up onto my hands as I heaved away as I shot my seed.

My arms started to give way and I slowly collapsed onto her body, squashing those lovely big tits as I panted heavily in trying to get more breath into my lungs. Her arms came round my back as she held me tight in this embrace and I could feel the beat of her heart being transmitted through those lovely cushions against my chest.

Oh John,' she sighed as I felt her internal muscles start to squeeze me again. I didn't think this would be anything like this. I was really frightened before, but now I'm very happy to have married you and...and doing what we have just done.'

`I didn't hurt you then?' I panted, still struggling for breath.

`No. Well just that first sharp pain when...when you turned me into a real woman,' she said, and I could see that she now had a smile on her face. I leaned down and kissed her and gave a twitch of my cock that I felt subsiding and so I lifted myself up and pulled out and her giving out a little whimper as I did so.

I flopped over onto my back pleased that I had successfully had this union with it being my first time of fucking a woman in this fashion and wondered what it would be like to be able to look into the face of Stephen when I next fucked him in our fashion. But then I realised that there was no way of doing in this fashion and the only way was like when I had him in the bathroom. That was with me sitting on the toilet and having sit astride my thighs with my cock stuck up his arse was the only way that we could cuddle and kiss whilst having me fuck him. Strong that this thought was of me fucking Stephen in this fashion caused me to rise up into another hard erection and took hold of Grace's hand and placed it on my now throbbing cock.

`Again?' was the surprised question from Grace as her fingers automatically closed round my shaft.

`Yes my dear, if you would let me,' I said, moving her wrist up and down so that she could really feel what she was going to have put back into her. I caressed her breast again she proved that she did want me again for I felt her legs move open and so I rolled back on top of her and fucked her for the second time. I lasted much longer this time by taking it slow and had her really gripping my shoulders before I shuddered and came inside her.

I wondered, as I pulled out of the somewhat slack vagina, if by coming inside as I had just done, would she have fallen pregnant? I knew that women had their menses on a monthly cycle but not about the fertile period in between and didn't find out till a week later when I spoke to her father at tea one afternoon. He told me more about the workings of a female in a private talk which led to my adopting the times of having sex with Grace.

But it was now after just having taken her for the second time that I explained how I needed to spend some nights in my own bed for me to contemplate about my sermons, which she said that she understood for it was something that my mother had already spoken to her about. I was following the pattern of my father who only actually slept with her twice a week and that this didn't always mean that they had sex together.

So with this hurdle surmounted, I gave Grace a kiss and left her bed and returned to my own room for the rest of the night. It was here that I now looked forward to the following evening when I would be able to fuck Stephen. For as enjoyable as it had been to fuck Grace, I really liked the tightness of the back passage to shove my dick into.

Grace was quite bubbly at breakfast and I noticed that this pleased mother for it showed that Grace had taken to me in regards to the sharing of the bed with the usual concomitant of what happens there. I quickly ate mine and then apologised for leaving the table early for I still had my sermon to write for the service that morning. I cannot now remember exactly what my sermon was though it was one of love and the sharing of this which brought smiles to the congregation knowing that I was alluding to my wedding night.

`I hope you still have some love for me,' Stephen said shyly to me in the vestry after the morning service, brushing himself up to my front.

Love is for sharing in all its form,' I replied, pulling to me and giving him a kiss. As you will find out this evening.' This he smiled at and left knowing that we would be having sex together as usual after our bath.

I remarked when we were there in the bathroom undressing and saw him with his cock already up and hard as he got into the bath water, that his prick was now about the same size as mine and looked forward to having him use it with me when we'd finished bathing. That didn't take long for he was as randy as I was to suck on each other before fucking the tight orifice once again.

He was now a year older and nearly as tall as me and it was lovely to hold his erection in my hand as I gently rubbed it while I sucked and teased him with my tongue and teeth when we were in my bedroom. The head of his cock throbbing in my mouth as I worked on it and enjoyed the thrill of feeling his semen coming up and bursting into my mouth for me to savour before swallowing it. I too was getting pleasure with him doing the same to me but couldn't wait till we were up and ready again for me to stick my dick up into his backside and really compare the difference between the fucking of an arse as to that of a vagina. Though he only had the one muscle to flex against the shaft of my cock as it moved inside him, it was the tightness all round that made the difference. To be holding his hips firmly as I moved myself backwards and forwards as I fucked him and the gripping of him as I began to come inside, pulling him hard onto me as I did so.

Then the ultimate pleasure of him being able to do the same to me which Grace could not do in the putting of themselves into me in the same way. I drooled at the joy I got of having my backside reamed by a hard penis and feeling the sperm spray the insides of my canal as he came in short and sharp jerks.

I was as happy as a pig in shit at having him fuck me and me fucking him and he was happy too at being allowed to have sex with me even though I was now a married man. But time was flying by and we soon had to part to get dressed and I saw him back to the workshop as usual and was accosted once again by a woman of the streets on my way back home.

It was a different one from the others and the alleyway was as dark and drab as all the others and after the usual question as to whether I wanted to suck or fuck, she drew back when she saw me pull the whip out of my inside coat pocket.

`Jack the Whipper!' she gasped when she saw it but wasn't prepared as I struck her on the head with the handle, knocking her to the ground. I quickly stuffed my handkerchief into her mouth and rolled her over onto her front and pulled up the bottom of her filthy dress. Her bare backside glowed in the gloom and it gave me a perverse thrill to bring the whip down, slashing it across the naked cheeks of her bum.

She gave out a gurgle of pain as the whip had actually split the skin and there was a thin line of blood there. This gave me a hard on and gave her another three lashes causing more blood to flow before I got my erection out of my trousers and pulled her up onto her knees. I held her hips firm as I shoved my cock in as hard as I could, telling her she was a whore, strumpet and harlot as I fucked the arse off her. I came quite violently inside her and quickly pulled out and pushed her down onto her side and pulled the handkerchief out of her mouth to wipe my cock and whip before putting both away, leave the soiled handkerchief behind as my calling card.

Back at the Parsonage and in my bedroom, I washed myself properly and had to sponge down the front of my trousers from the blood of the whore before returning downstairs for the late supper I always had of a Sunday evening. When finished eating, I kissed both mother and Grace and pleading tiredness, bid them goodnight and went to my own room and bed.

The following night I went to bed with Grace which became the norm for me to spend Monday night as well as Friday in her bed. This night, I took Grace again and did the same on Friday but after speaking to her father, which I've already spoken about, I curtailed somewhat, the nights I had sex with Grace for I didn't want her to get with child too soon into our marriage.

Morgan was over the moon that he could still enter my room on the Wednesday evening for us to have sex together and told me of his fears that we would no longer be having each other in our fashion that I was now married. So I had another happy man that could get his rocks off and have the pleasure of being reamed again by me.

Richard too was thrilled that we would continue to make Thursday evening the time for his weekly bath and have sex as the additional pleasure. He was also doubly delighted when, as we got out of the bath, both still soaking wet that I sat down on the toilet seat and pulled him to me and told him to get astride of my thighs. He gave out a gurgle as he realised that we would have sex in this way and quickly did as he was told and came and stood with his legs apart and either side of mine.

His hands came onto my shoulders, his eyes shining as he lowered himself down onto the erection I was holding upright for him to impale himself on. He gave out a groan as the head of my cock widened the entrance to his backside as he slowly sank down and with the head eventually penetrating him, quickly slid down till his was sitting on my thighs with my throbbing cock buried deep inside him.

His arms tightened about my neck as I pulled him close to me, squashing his prick between us as we kissed before he began to bounce himself up and down on my prick till I held him tight and began bucking my hips until I came inside him.

Stephen was a bit miffed at only being the watcher of me fucking Richard but brightened up when I lifted Richard up off of me and told him to sit down and have the same. So he then had Richard straddle him to be fucked twice in such a short time as I washed my subsiding prick in the bath water.

Stephen quickly washed himself after he'd finished the fucking of Richard while us two dried ourselves properly before waiting for Stephen to dry himself and the three of us going off to my bedroom. It was on the bed then that Richard got to fuck me while I, now roused again, had my cock stuck up Stephen's backside, making a daisy chain of the three of us as we fucked the arse that our cocks were in.

With us being washed once again of the nether regions, we lay at angles on the bed to suck and play with the limp dicks, not forgetting the balls, till we reached the dizzy heights again to then come in the respective mouths..

So I now had a happy harem of the two young lads, the older Morgan and a, I think, loving wife, to have sex with. Bertie didn't go without at later dates though not as often as the others.

Time moved on and Morgan and the two lads enjoyed the sex we had together, as did Grace, though I must have slipped up in my timing of having sex with her for she fell pregnant, much to mothers delight. Father-in-law was happy too that he was to become a grandfather though I wasn't really that happy at shortly becoming a father. I also got to chastise another six whores with my whip though this soon came to a halt as I will now reveal.

That came about on the night of the 6th of August, a Monday, when a woman by the name of Martha Tabran was brutally murdered and suffered by having her sexual parts cut about. It was made know that she was a prostitute and it was immediately linked to Jack the Whipper.

Now I hadn't been abroad on that night, but it frightened me that if it became known that I was Jack the Whipper, the murder of this woman would be placed at my door. At the next lighting of the boiler in the bathroom, I went and stuffed all of my handkerchiefs that were initialled into the firebox and watched them burn. I also went and got the whip from my coat and burned this too as it would incriminate me as much as the handkerchiefs would have.

So now the papers eventually started using the headline of it being Jack the Ripper and he didn't stop there but went on to murder and mutilate quite a few more women of the streets. Where I had only been whipping them as a means of chastisement, this was going too far. I admit to using force such as knocking them down, but murder, that I couldn't have lived with. So this was the end to me trying to drive these harlots from the streets of Whitechapel.

Jack the Whipper and Jack the Ripper were never found or identified though there was much speculation as to who the Ripper might have been but it all came to naught. Even when these murders ceased, it didn't deter these harlots to still try and peddle their bodies to men who sought these women of the streets.

Life still went on much the same as usual. Grace produced a fine looking son which we named as Edward, after the Prince of Wales. She later gave birth to a daughter who we named as Victoria.

Richard, who it turned out, had an ear for music and was soon being taught to play the organ and eventually took over as our organist after Morgan finally passed away. Stephen stayed in the choir and both shared my bed for the sex we all enjoyed.

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