A Bride For The Devil

Another Mel and Bobby story, although Mel doesn't make much of an appearance.

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Mel and I had taken a late, long-overdue holiday. However, rather than going abroad, chasing the sun, we had decided to have a 'staycation' and headed for East Sussex, to a little place just along the coast from Brighton.

It was a place we knew relatively well, primarily, because of the naturist beach, which was easily reached on foot. This was our favourite past time on holiday, sitting naked in the sun, especially with a like-minded group of fellow naturists, having fun. And boy, have we had some fun over the years!

I also had another passion. I loved visiting stately homes while on holiday. I was a real National Trust fan and could spend hours wandering around these properties soaking in the history. However, Mel would rather be on beach topping up her tan, so I often found myself exploring these national treasures on my own.

One day, I decided I'd had enough of the sun and headed to Flemington Hall. This had been the home of the Fitzsander family, who had lived there for over six hundred years. In the 1700's, the 5th Earl was known to have been interested in Black Magic and the Occult, and many weird happenings were documented as having occurred there. The 5th Earl was also responsible for having developed much of the renowned formal gardens that now existed at the home.

The gardens had been split into various different sections, such as the French, Italian, Desert, Japanese, Tropical gardens, but it also has a secluded area called the Devil's Garden. It was a very dark and spooky area with intentionally overgrown areas, and grotesque statues hidden in little alcoves. In the centre of this area, there was also an area of approx. fifteen feet by fifteen feet enclosed by a high thick hedge with only a small gap for an entrance hidden off to one side.

Inside this area was a statue that was alleged to have been at the centre of a number of the strange goings-on that had been reported.

I had already spent several hours wandering around these magnificent gardens, snapping off arty shots with my camera. As I approached this area, I could hear female voices giggling from within the hedge. Intrigued, I peeped in through the narrow opening and saw two women standing beside a statue that was on a small plinth in the middle of the area.

It was a statue of the devil.

The statue, which stood approx. five feet tall, was made of cast bronze and over the years had taken on the typical blue/green patina as the copper had corroded. However, its most interesting feature was its erect cock that was about eighteen inches long and two inches wide and curved wickedly upwards. Interestingly, although the rest of the statue had taken on this green patina, the cock still shone with a golden reddish-brown, natural bronze colour from its polished surface. I knew immediately how this has occurred; the erect cock of the statue had been continuously touched and caressed over the years, which had prevented the cock from patina from developing.

The two women were touching and caressing the cock themselves, making all sorts of lewd suggestions and taking pictures of each other as they rubbed their hands and breasts over the cock. The two women were perhaps in their late twenties or early thirties, not really your typical stately home visitors, and were both dressed in tight strappy vest tops, with obvious bikini tops underneath, and short skirts and sandals.

I decided to remain hidden, and watch these two women, to see just what they might get up to, while they thought they were unobserved. I didn't have to wait long.

One of them, a dark-haired beauty with a smallish chest, decided to get a little more adventurous and exposed her breasts, rubbing them up against the cock while her friend took pictures. The pair were giggling hysterically, as a number of pictures were snapped in various poses.

Then they swapped over. The second woman was a red head, her wild curly locks framing a very lovely freckly face. She also had the advantage of being pretty well stacked, and I nearly gasped out loud as she flipped her breasts out of her vest top. Her large aureole and erect nipples were also plainly obvious from my vantage point, and I began to snap off some pictures too.

Going further than her friend, primarily because she was able to, the red head wrapped her breasts round the golden cock pretending to be titty-fucking it. This elicited more laughter from the women, and I was beginning to find it mildly stimulating, and could feel my cock slowly swelling.

Handing the camera back to the red head, the dark-haired one then began to lick the shiny cock, running her tongue along the length of the cock and over the head. Soon, she had the head of the cock in her mouth, and was pretending to suck it off, sliding her hands along it's length.

Suddenly, she screamed and jumped back.

"OOOOH FUCK!" she cried, rubbing the back of her hand across her mouth.

"What's wrong Sally!" asked her friend, stunned by this sudden response.

"Bloody hell Rachel, it came in my mouth!" she squealed, staring at the golden cock in disbelief.

Rachel burst out laughing.

"Don't be daft! How could it do that! It's made of metal, you silly cow!" admonished Rachel, still bent double in hysterics.

"It did!" squealed Sally indignantly, "You try it!"

Passing the camera over to Sally, Rachel sashayed sexily up to the statue. She grasped the shining cock in one hand, trying to wrap her fingers around the thick shaft, and then pumping her hand along its length as if she was wanking it.

I decided to change my camera from picture mode to video mode, as I thought I might get an interesting little clip that I could share with Mel later that evening. Rachel was now licking along the length of the wickedly curved rod, putting on a show for her friend, but also for me.

Seductively, she then eased her lips up over the bulbous head of the cock, her mouth opening wide to accommodate the massive tip. Then moaning sexily, Rachel began to engulf more and more of the length. At least five inches of the golden cock disappeared into her mouth, before she withdrew all but the tip. Steadily she repeated the process, taking the same length into her mouth.

Six or seven times she swallowed this length, until suddenly with a muffled scream, and her eyes popping wide open, she rapidly lifted her head off the cock.

Coughing and spluttering, she almost collapsed onto the ground.

"Holy shit!" she gasped, "It spunked in my mouth!" she uttered in disbelief, as she scrambled onto her feet.

"I told you so!" spat back Sally, with an air of victory.

"But it's made of metal!" spluttered Rachel, gingerly reaching out to touch the erect cock again.

Moving closer, both women began to scrutinise the cock.

"It's got no fucking hole in it!" confirmed Sally, running a finger over the very tip of the appendage.

"So where does it come from?" questioned Rachel, still in a state of disbelief.

"Fuck knows!... But that's really creepy!" replied Sally, who was now looking for a quick exit.

Anticipating their departure, I moved slightly round the corner of the bushes so they wouldn't see me when I left but could still hear them in the enclosure.

"Cummon, I think we'd better go!" suggested Sally.

"God Yes!... That's freaked me out!" replied Rachel, and seconds later the two women left, hurrying away in the direction of the main House.

I was totally intrigued. I had to have a closer look.

Moving in through the gap in the hedge I moved straight over to the Statue. The tip of the cock was about chest height on me so I could clearly confirm what the women had said. There was no hole in the tip of the cock so how could the phallus possibly have ejaculated anything?

Perhaps this is one of the strange occurrences that had been written of the statue previously. Or maybe it was just the girls teasing each other. Maybe this was something I could research, but later.

I took a couple of arty photos myself then left the enclosure to continue my tour of the gardens.

An hour or so later, before leaving the grounds, I decided to have a coffee and something to eat. As I sat in the little cafe, a rather unusual couple walked in. I recognised her immediately, but for the life of me couldn't remember her name. She was in her early twenties, and was very attractive, but the man was in his mid-forties, fat and balding. He was carrying a large camera case, and strangely, she was dressed in a completely inappropriate knee length raincoat and carried a large holdall.

Having purchased their coffees, they sat at a table just behind me, close enough that I could hear what they were saying. They began to discuss a photoshoot, and suddenly, I remembered who she was.

Emily Rockatoff!!

Emily had been described as 'one of the most beautiful women alive', with her long dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders, sparkling blue eyes, and plump pouting lips, that would frequently burst into the most dazzling of seductive smiles.

She was also tall, at five foot eight, with infinitely long slim legs, holding up an equally slim torso, 'peaked' with a pair of almost disproportionally impressive breasts. It was no surprise that Emily was a catwalk model, who had also done some hardcore photoshoots for a couple of men's magazines and had gained some notoriety because of where these photoshoots had occurred.

The first of these was at a small Scottish sculpture park called Jupiter Artland, where Emily was photographed draped over several of the sculptures in very provocative poses. This one rather slipped under the radar.

However, when this was repeated in the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, it became a little more high profile, and had resulted in a visit to a little courtroom and a small fine.

But, even this was eclipsed when Emily and a male model visited Chatsworth House. On this occasion they had asked for and received permission for a photoshoot, but not for the explicit nature of the photos that were produced. When the photo series were eventually published, they showed Emily, draped around furniture in several of the most familiar rooms, being royally fucked by her well-endowed partner.

These pictures had quickly become collectors' items, and I grinned at the knowledge that I had copies of them on my computer at home.

This escapade had become an even bigger court case, but again Emily had managed to get off with a small fine, having pleaded that she had just been hired for the shoot and had assumed, and been assured, that permission had been obtained.

Now, it looked like another photoshoot was about to happen, and I knew exactly where they would be headed.

Quickly finishing my coffee, I left the café, and rather than heading back to my car, I headed back towards the Devil's Garden and the statue I had observed earlier. This was an opportunity I did not want to miss!

Arriving, back at the small enclosure, I suddenly realised I had a problem. Where was I going to hide so I could get the best view of the photoshoot?

Quickly, I walked all the way round the enclosure, looking for an area of the hedging that perhaps was not quite so thick, and I would be able to get a decent view through it. However, as I encircled the hedge no vantage point was obvious.

Not knowing how long I had until the other two turned up I decided to take my time and walk round the hedge again. This time I tried pressing against the side of the hedge, to see if there were any weaknesses.

To my amazement, I had only got as far as the first back corner, when my hand suddenly disappeared into, what had been up till then, a pretty resistant wall. Spreading apart the branches of the hedge, I found a reasonably large gap, possibly where one of the bushes that made up the hedge had died, and those beside it had filled in the gap. But it was ideal, and as I pushed my body into the gap, I discovered that I was completely hidden, but had a clear view into the enclosure, and the statue stood almost directly in front of me.

I had only just got myself settled when I heard voices approaching, and a few seconds later the older man followed by Emily walked into the enclosure.

Immediately, on seeing the statue, Emily burst into fits of giggles, skipped over to the statue, and began to caress the golden cock. Whilst she continued to lavish attention on it, the man had begun to set up his camera equipment, including a video camera on a tripod stand, which he stood almost directly in front of my hiding position. The fact that he did not appear to observe me was heartening, and I began to think I might go completely unnoticed.

As the man continued, Emily had returned to her abandoned holdall. Opening it up, she pulled out a pair of patent leather stiletto boots. Easing off her pink Nike trainer she slipped first one leg, then the other into the boots, drawing up the zips, revealing that they reached nearly to mid-thigh.

Then, looking round, as if a little concerned, Emily unfastened her raincoat, and slipped it from her shoulders, to reveal a very sexy lacy black and red cup-less basque, wrapped around her body.

I nearly gasped out loud and had to cover my mouth to stifle my excitement. There, less than ten feet away from me were the breasts that had been voted the 'Most Perfect' for the last three years. A beautiful pair of 34C's, topped with wide pale brown aureole and nipples that, when erect, were a good half inch long. Without any support from her basque, Emily's breasts still stood proudly, high on her chest, with no sign of sagging; they defied gravity.

It was difficult to drag my eyes away from these delicious mounds, but casting my eyes down, I suddenly realised that Emily was not wearing any sort of thong or panties, and her shaven pussy was on full view.

Then, as if things could not get any better, Emily bent over to retrieve some other items from her holdall, giving me the most perfect view of her perfectly smooth bum cheeks, the deep valley between them, and her puffy vulva protruding from the top of her legs. My heart was racing, and my cock was rock hard!

Emily had retrieved two items, which she now fitted to her 'costume'; a three foot long black and red forked tail that she attached to the back of her basque, and a small set of red horns, fixed to an Alice band, which she placed on her head.

Turning, she pulled a pose and grinned at the man.

"What do you think, Richard?" she queried, running her hands across her basque, as she wandered back across towards the statue, "Now I understand the reason for the costume, you naughty man!"

"How do you want me?" enquired Emily in a sultry, dreamy voice, as she draped herself over the erect cock.

Richard just grinned at her in a lecherous way.

"Any way you want Babe, let's just take this real natural like, and pretend I'm not here. Just remember we don't want the money shot too soon."

Both giggled like little schoolchildren.

Emily's whole appearance then seemed to change, and a real professional modelling character took over. Stepping back from the statue, she eyed it up closely, slowly moving around it, as if she was imagining where they might get the best shots.

Then, with a big grin, she again moved towards the statue, in a balletic fashion. Already, Richard was clicking away.

Approaching the statue from behind, Emily placed her hands on its shoulders and easily stepped up onto the plinth behind it. Because of her extra height, in her four-inch heels, she was a couple of inches taller than the statue. Bending slightly, so her chin rested on the statue's right shoulder, she was able to reach round with both arms and grasp the shiny erect phallus in both hands.

With a wicked grin on her face, she then lifted her right leg and wrapped it around the statue.

Slowly, she began to slide her hands along the length of the glorious weapon, as if it was real, and she was masturbating it.

After a few more seconds, she reversed her position, so she was looking over the left shoulder, and her left leg was encircling the statue.

All this time Richard said nothing, and kept shooting away with his camera, moving slightly from side to side, just to vary the angle.

From where I stood, I could see the sexy faces that Emily was pulling, as she pretended to wank-off the statue.

Finished with this position, Emily dropped down from the plinth, and again glided round the side of the statue. Keeping one hand raised on the statue's shoulder, she again grasped the base of the metal cock with her other hand, and thrusting out her naked breasts towards the statue began to rock backwards and forwards, again sliding her hand the whole length of the erect cock.

"Think a little help might be useful!" suggested Emily, as she broke away from the statue and walked over to her holdall. Bending over she rummaged around for a few seconds, before she stood up again, a small bottle in her left hand. As she walked back to the statue, she unscrewed the cap and tipped some of the clear gelatinous fluid into her right palm.

It was obvious what she needed, a little lube, and reaching the statue, she reached out and smeared it along the length of the golden prick.

Putting the cap back on the bottle she tossed it to the side, then with both hands, she began to coat the solid rod, with the slick fluid. Again, she returned to slide the wickedly curved cock between her firm globes, pressing her ample flesh around the hard metal.

"Mmmmm.... It looks tasty enough to eat!" purred Emily, as she flicked the tip of the cock with her tongue as it slipped between her breasts.

I smiled, remembering what had happened earlier with the other two women, I was intrigued to find out if anything similar was going to happen.

Teasingly, Emily continued to slide her hands along the length of the metal phallus, but this time she also pretended to tease the cock with her tongue, flicking it around the bulbous head, and down the thick shaft. For several minutes she kept up this same performance as Richard continued to move around her, snapping off pictures from different angles. The delight of digital cameras meaning that he was not needing to stop and change films every few minutes.

Then, having licked longingly round the ridge of the cockhead, Emily opened her lips wide and slowly slipped her mouth up and over the top of the head, slowly easing the thick cock into her mouth. An inch at a time slowly disappeared into her mouth. The wicked curve on the cock meant that there was no way she would be able to get more than six inches into her mouth, but it was more than enough to make anyone viewing the photos imagine exactly what it would be like to have Emily's mouth engulf their own cock.

And that was just what I was thinking, as I watched four or five inches, appear and disappear into her hungry mouth. Seductively, she began to fellate the statues cock, sliding it in and out of her mouth, whilst also slithering her tongue round the swollen glans.

"Good!.... Good!....Yes, very good!" murmured Richard encouragingly, as he continued to circle Emily and the statue, clicking off shot after shot. He was going to have a huge amount of material to plough through once he got back to the studio.

After another few seconds, Emily released the cock from her mouth, and I suddenly realised that the cock had not 'cum' as it had for the earlier two women. Once again, I thought that perhaps they had just been teasing each other.

Emily stood considering the statue for another minute or so, her hand never leaving the erect phallus, idly stroking wistfully along its length.

Suddenly, a large grin split her face, and holding tightly onto the shiny cock, and the shoulder of the statue, she stepped up on to the plinth. With her heels on, she stood a good few inches taller than the lump of bronze, and the wickedly curving cock pressed into her mid-thigh.