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Anointment: The Fall of Ash House

by James Cody 07/12/18

NOW

Jesse watched as Delilah swung her ax with amazing power for a girl with such a small frame. The wood split instantly and he was quick to pick up the halves and toss them onto a pile resting in the sun before he took another log and placed in on the stump.

Delilah gazed at him, her tone arms and chiseled shoulders flexing from the sleeveless shirt she wore, tied beneath her pert breasts. She nodded and tossed Jessie the ax -- he caught it easily and took a few practice swings, appreciating how the Husqvarna splitting ax was a prefect balance of top heaviness and maniability.

"Father wants those logs split by sundown, Jess," Delilah said as she undid her shirt and pulled it off. She stood there in a pair of cut off jeans and a sports bra. "The sun's getting low, so you only got a few hours."

Jessie was dressed in jeans and a thick plaid shirt, harkening back to the lumberjacks of yore his thick beard had sought to emulate. Not the best garb on a hot July afternoon -- but it was a necessity if he wanted to be accepted by Father and the other members of the Ash House congregation. And, as Delilah undid her cut off jeans and pulled them down, exposing her tight, dark panties, he swung the ax because he wanted Delilah. The log split and the ax head sank deep into the stump -- Delilah let out a sigh and sat on the ground, slipping a hand down the front of her panties.

Jessie's brow dampened as he tossed the halves of the split log and put another one on the stump and swung the ax, his eyes riveted to the spot between Delilah's thighs. He could see how her fingers moved beneath the fabric, tracing little circles and sliding up and down her obviously wet slit. Blood had engorged his cock, for his erection against his jeans but he ignored instinct and split another log.

"Oh yeah, just like that Jessie," Delilah cooed as she pinched her growing nipples through her black sport bra. Her breath came in ragged gasps as Jessie split log after log while his sweat drenched his jeans and heavy flannel shirt.

He relentlessly swung the ax and tossed the split wood onto the pile -- the wooden handle made blisters appear in his palm but he ignored the pain while Delilah had leaned forward on the ground and worked her pussy into a frenzy, her eyes closed tight and sloshing sounds emanated from between her thighs.

While Jessie concentrated on his ax before the spectacle of Delilah fingering herself to orgasm, a man had stepped out onto the balcony of the secluded cabin Delilah had brought Jessie to. The man wore white shorts and a long, sleeveless, kimono like robe. He was tall well muscled, his dark brown skin highlighted in the setting sun, while his wise, piercing brown eyes observed Jessie and Delilah without judgment. Other faces had appeared in the windows of the cabin -- a collection of ethnicities and ages from young adults to weathered elders -- the congregation of Ash House approved of Jessie's work and all clapped their hands once in unison when Delilah came, wetting her panties and filling the ambient air with the scent of her musky come.

"You've done well, both of you," the man on the balcony declare in a booming voice and he went back into the cabin.

THEN

"Do you know what we are, Jesse Holland?" the man called Father asked, his voice soothing and understanding. Father was dressed in his silk, white kimono but this time without the matching shorts, and his flaccid cock bounced left and right as he walked among the members of the congregation.

Jesse was seated on a simple wooden chair in front of the 20 or so members of Ash House. Their seats mirrored his, but where he wore a black tee and skinny jeans and Doc Martens, the congregation wore robes like Father's, or they wore nothing at all. Delilah moved about the assembly and lit candles and oil lamps -- the dancing flames made Father seem to melt with the shadows, letting only his knowing eyes to peer from the dark.

"Delilah said you were a community -- not a cult. This looks a lot like a cult."

The congregation burst out into loud chuckles as Delilah, dressed in a green silk robe that hugged her moderate curves, took a seat next to a smiling Father.

"Perhaps we are a cult -- or a community. Who knows? But what I am sure of, Jesse Holland, is that we are a collection of naked souls who seek to establish a balanced relationship with Mother nature."

Jesse shifted on his wooden chair -- even though he was the most dressed in the room, he felt strangely like the most vulnerable person in the room.

Father continued: "We seek to free ourselves of the contrivances of society -- but we do so through discipline and hard work. As you progress, the uniform of civilization will melt away and chores and duties will become pleasures and leisure."

Jesse Holland stroked his stylish beard and reasserted his assurance and asked: "How do you know that's why I'm here?"

Father walked up and moved behind Jesse, placing his strong, calloused hands on the younger man's shoulders. "You're here and that's what matters. You'll learn answers to questions you never knew you had."

Father moved around Jesse, his muscled arms opened in a flourish. "Learn the tools and trades of our forebears, Jesse Holland, and become a balanced individual and a worthy child of Mother Nature!"

"Yes! Yes Father! Be free Jesse!"

Members of the Ash House congregation clapped and whopped at Father's words -- two of the young men were so excited that they pulled down their white shorts and kissed as an older woman in her fifties, but healthy and sexually hungry, pulled her robe off and dropped to her knees and grasped the erect penises of the younger men.

"Witness freedom, Jesse Holland," Father said as the members of Ash House moved their chairs into a loose circle around the inflamed threesome -- Delilah walked over to him, took his hand and led him to the edge of the audience.

The woman was curvy with large, slightly saggy breasts that swayed hypnotically as she licked and kissed the cock to her left while pumping the cock on her right. Her tanned skin stretched around her flared thighs and her head was topped by a short, pixie like hairdo of salt and pepper colored hair. The men she sucked kissed and rubbed each others chests as their tongues slithered like lively snakes -- the moaned together the woman slipped both their engorged cocks into her mouth, rubbing the tips together with a skilled tongue.

Father sat on the ground and, along with the congregation of Ash House, began to chant obscure phrases in mix of English and Creole. Delilah turned her back to the group and cupped Jesse Holland's cheeks and his gaze released the scene of the threesome and he focused on Delilah, her brilliant green eyes and loose blond hair blurring his perception of what transpired behind her.

"When you've come far enough, Ash House will be a place where you are free to fuck as you see fit," Delilah said, her voice as smooth as honey on silk.

Delilah took Jesse's hand and lead him away from the congregation, her robe falling open, exposing her deceptively large, pert breast to the cool night air. Jesse swallowed as he gazed at her long, hardening nipples.

"We'll have our moment soon enough, Jess," Delilah said as she brushed a lock of of his light brown hair from his forehead. She then glossed his lips with hers and retreated to her chambers, but not before dropping her green robe to the floor and standing on the edge of shadows long enough to allow Jesse to get a full view of her toned back and firm ass.

Jesse Holland mouthed the word "wow" and Delilah then retreated beyond the shadows of her room.

When Jesse entered his room -- the congregation shared the same sleeping space but he was not free enough to share that privilege -- he undressed and sat on his cot. Freedom was just another word for nothing left to lose, so Janis said, and he fell asleep wondering what these people had lost to be so free, and he dreamt of what he lost.

NOW

The sun was just cracking over the treeline when Jesse was pulled from his slumber by someone other than Delilah -- it was Pam, the short haired fifty something that was enthralled in a threesome. She was wearing a blue silk jumpsuit and sported glitter in her salt and pepper hair. She motioned and Jesse quickly dressed in his jeans and flannel shirt and followed the giddy lady as she led him through Ash House until they emerged behind the large lodge and encountered a tennis court sized piece of treeless ground. The sun was falling over an ancient looking plow that was better suited to be harnessed to oxen in the thirteenth century.

"What am I supposed to do?" Jesse asked, although he already knew what was expected.

"You pull and you plow," Pam said with a predatory smile painted across her face. She undid the top of her jumpsuit, exposing her large breasts to the rising sun and began to affix leather straps to her shoulders that dangled from the back of the plow. Jesse wen to the front of the plow and found the harness and the heavy ropes that would form the harness that was to allow him to pull the plow.

Within a few minutes of a cursory examination of the contraption, Jesse was roped up and ready for the task at hand.

"Yea-Ahh plow-boy!" Pam yelled as the air cracked over Jesse's head. He winced at the sound and glance over his shoulder, noticing that Pam swung and cracked a whip with alarming effect. Jesse pushed against the soil, his thigh and calf muscles bulging beneath his jeans as he leaned forward to force the blade of the plow to churn and flip the topsoil. The ropes of the harness that hugged his upper body dug into his shoulders as he strained to force to plow through the tough soil, flipping stones and turning the soil over.

Once he reached the opposite end of the field, Jesse turned the plow around under Pam's whip cracking direction and when he looked up, Delilah stood in from of him, wearing a red string bikini. The red triangles of fabric barely covered her pert breasts and called attention below her toned stomach and to the hidden spot he had witnessed her pleasure a few days before.

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