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Ableside Manor Ch. 01

By: Dariander



Prelude

If you're looking for the type of story where 'a man with a big cock finds a nude 36HH blond sunbathing in his garden etc.' then this is not the story for you. There are lots of those available and they're not very engaging for two reasons: Firstly, for a story to be good, it must have an element of realism about it - OK, some degree of fantasy can be allowed, but if it's overdone, it just gets silly. Secondly, good stories are like good sex - both need foreplay. In the case of an erotic story, the build up to the earth shattering climax needs to develop the sexual tension to almost an unbearable level. Only then will the climax be earth shattering. I have worked hard on both of these requirements, but only you can judge whether I have succeeded. So to get the most out of the story, please resist the temptation to skip forward to the juicy bits.

The story is set in England a few hundred years ago. At the time, nearly all of the wealth of the land was owned by a small aristocracy whilst the members of the working class eked out a living as best they could, mostly as labourers and servants for the ruling class. The aristocracy did what they wanted and the servants did what they were told.

Many readers, particularly those in the USA, may not recognise the names of the various garments worn at the time. This probably does not matter; the important point here is whilst the aristocracy wore elaborate clothes, the garments worn by the servants were much simpler and they did not use undergarments.

The story is a work of pure fiction and any resemblance to living people is purely coincidental. The story may eventually become a multipart series and several more instalments have already been mapped out or partially written. Whether they are completed and published will depend on the feedback received on this one. There are occasional hints in this first instalment about scenes to follow to whet your appetite; you may miss them, but never mind if you do!

* * * * *

Jane and Mary were in the kitchen, helping Edwina, the head cook to prepare meals for the day. As well as providing food for Lord and Lady Fenwick, their two sons whenever they were home and the many guests who visited Ableside Manor, there were numerous servants who also needed feeding. It was a large household and it seemed to the cook that there was a constant requirement for food from her kitchen. Everything was running late that day. The cook turned towards Mary: "Mary, take this breakfast out to Nelson. And tell him I'm sorry it's so late. He'll be starving by now."

Mary took the basket and disappeared towards the stables, which lay behind the orangery. She spotted Nelson, the stable-boy at the far end, grooming one of the horses. On seeing her, Nelson's eyes lit up. He turned, put down his brush and walked towards her.

"I've brought your breakfast - more like lunch now, I suppose. Edwina apologises for the delay."

Nelson laughed nervously. He'd been taken on two weeks ago, shortly after his twentieth birthday, and as far as he was concerned, Mary was the hottest girl he'd ever set eyes on. Not that he'd set eyes on very many girls, but this one had something about her and he felt overawed by her presence. "Thanks Miss" he replied.

"As, I've said before, the name's Mary. There's no need for any of this 'Miss' business." She handed over the basket of food and stood there looking at him. He's a bit shy, she thought, but quite handsome. She could see the muscles in his arms, obtained through all the hard labour that he was used to. A mischievous thought went through her mind. She continued to study him. Yes, she thought, he's much better looking close up than I realised. Pushing her thoughts aside, she enquired: "Aren't you hungry? You've not eaten today and you've been working for several hours now already."

"Oh, I'm used to it, Miss ... I mean Mary. Out here, I get forgotten about, but I really appreciate you bringing me my breakfast."

"Well, I won't forget. If the same thing happens again, I'll remind the cook that you need food to keep your energy up."

Nelson was looking into her eyes and found it hard to concentrate on what she was saying. Snapping out of his thoughts, he replied: "That's very kind of you." and without thinking, he added: "You're really pretty, you know, really pretty." He regretted it straightaway, but Mary didn't seem upset by his forwardness. The two of them continued to look at each other, sizing each other up. On impulse, Nelson lent forward and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. It was more the sort of kiss you might give your sister than one you'd give the hottest girl on earth, but once again there was no rebuke and no reaction from Mary.

Mary's mind was in turmoil. He had told her she was pretty and he'd kissed her. Was she angry? Was she pleased? Did she fancy him? A tingling feeling between her legs answered that last question, but her brain was telling her to slow down. "Well, I'd best be getting back to the kitchen," she said finally. "They'll be wondering what's taking me so long."

When she continued to just stand there, making to sign of leaving, Nelson stepped forward again, scooped her into his arms and planted his lips onto hers. This time it wasn't a brotherly/sisterly type of kiss. She was after all, as far as he was concerned, the hottest girl on the planet.

Nelson's kiss took Mary completely by surprise, but the tingling feeling between her legs intensified and she put up no resistance to the sudden onslaught. When he opened his mouth and pushed his tongue between her lips she didn't object. She was enjoying this and decided to let things continue for bit longer to see where it all led. Nelson's right hand was now pawing at her side and hip and she imagined those powerful muscles in his arm doing all sorts of wonderful things to her. The next thing she knew was that he had his hand down the front of her dress and was feeling one of her tits. How did he manage that? Maybe he wasn't as naive as she had presumed.

Nelson squeezed her tit and pinched and pulled on her nipple. He marvelled at how soft her flesh felt. Yet her tit was firm too. He was in heaven. He had never got this far with any girl before and to think that he had his hand on one of the tits of the hottest girl on earth was just incredible. With all the fumbling about, the shoulder strap of Mary's dress had slipped off her shoulder, allowing the dress to drop a few inches. Her tit and Nelson's hand were now above the top of her dress. Nelson broke away from kissing her and moved his hand away slightly so that he could see what he was playing with. He marvelled at the sight of her nipple, standing erect on her pert tit. He flicked it with his thumb a couple of times and judging by Mary's reaction, realised that she was enjoying his attention. It was the first time he'd seen a girl's tit and he was torn between looking at it and playing with it. He could feel her breath on his cheek and resumed kissing her and mauling her tit.

Mary looked at the muscles in his arm and at the top of the hand that was giving her so much pleasure. It was clear that he didn't really know what he was doing, but he seemed to be learning fast. Just a few more minutes, she thought, just a few more minutes. His hand on her tit was making her tingle all over, but she really must get back to the kitchen.

Nelson had moved round to his left slightly to get a better angle and to give his hand better access and was now alternating between both of Mary's tits, squeezing one then the other, whilst continuing to kiss her. He would have loved to get his other hand down her dress too so that he could play with both tits at the same time, but that hand was trapped behind Mary's back, pulling her towards him. His cock was hard, harder than he could ever remember and he started to rub it up and down against Mary's thigh.

Mary was really enjoying his hand on her tits. It was a bit rough, but that was to be expected in someone who worked with his hands. Every time he pinched one of her nipples, a jolt of electricity cursed though her body. Just a few more minutes, she thought, just a few more minutes. She really should get back to the kitchen. Then she noticed his cock, rubbing up and down on her leg. Without thinking about it, she brought her hand round to feel it. Moving her leg back slightly to make room, she wrapped her fingers round it. What was it like? Certainly good and hard. It seemed pretty long and fat too, but she decided she couldn't really be sure of that because she was only feeling it though his breeches.

Nelson jumped when Mary took hold of his cock. That was something he definitely hadn't been expecting. He continued rubbing it up and down, but now it was in Mary's hand rather than just against her thigh. This was way better. When she started squeezing it, he totally lost control. Breaking away from her kiss, he groaned out loud as cum spewed out of his cock. After a few more pumps into her hand, he was done. Taking his hand out of the top of her dress, he stepped back and looked at her sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I couldn't help myself. You're so pretty."

Mary down looked at the big wet patch on the front of his breeches. His cock was still making a bulge in the material just below the stain. She looked at her hand, which was covered in cum. "Don't worry. It doesn't matter. You just got over-excited, that's all. I'll take it as a compliment." She looked at him carefully. Yes, she thought, he's certainly very handsome, but he obviously hasn't had much experience with girls. Nevertheless, her cunt was on fire. He had got her all worked up and then left her hanging, not that she would have let him have her anyway. At least, probably not, well, not yet, that's for sure! "Oh, I must get back or I'll be in trouble. I'll come and see you again." She turned and rushed off towards the stable door, stopping only to rinse her hand in one of the horse troughs.

Nelson called out after her: "I'll be thinking about you. You're really pretty and I want to see you again." He smiled as she turned and waved from the door.

Mary waited till she was out of earshot and then burst out laughing. She was still laughing when she reached the house. Jane spotted her first as she walking in through the scullery, where Jane had just finished washing the breakfast dishes.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"I'll tell you later."

They walked back into the kitchen together. Edwina looked up from the pot she was stirring. "What took you so long?"

"I'm sorry," she replied, "I was just talking to Nelson for a couple of minutes. He must get lonely out there all by himself."

"Well, don't let Mrs. Roberta catch you, or you'll be out of here in no time." Mrs. Roberta was the housekeeper, in charge of running the household on behalf of their lordships. In previous years, she had ruled the servants with an iron rod and she had never put up with any nonsense. But in the last couple of years, her arthritis had worsened considerably and she now spent a good deal of her time in her room, sitting at her small desk, planning menus and budgeting for the various expenditures under her control.

Edwina smiled. She had been young like Mary and Jane once and remembered getting into trouble with various male members of the household many times herself. Edwina had worked for Lord Fenwick's father, who used to fuck her regularly. She had eventually married the gardener and after Lord Fenwick Senior had died, both she and her husband Wallace had stayed on at Ableside Manor when the present Lord Fenwick inherited it. 

Edwina banished her memories to the back of her mind and returned to the task in hand. Under her direction, they continued with the preparations for luncheon.

Later, in the dining room, Lord and Lady Fenwick sat at the table together, whilst Mary and Jane served them. Luncheon was late and Lady Fenwick was in a hurry. She had recently joined a weekly art class held at the house of a nearby friend. If she didn't eat quickly, she would miss the beginning but she considered it unseemly to rush one's meals. She finished her main course and looked at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. Turning to Jane, she enquired: "What has the cook prepared for desert today, Jane?"

"It's apple crumble, mi Lady."

Apple crumble was not one of her favourites. She glanced out of the window to see the coach driver waiting for her by the coach. "Ralph, dear, I have decided to forgo desert, so that I can get to my art class on time."

"Very well, Penelope." They both stood and Lord Fenwick kissed his wife on the cheek before she turned and left the room.

Lord Fenwick sat down again. "Where's the butler?" he asked, "I haven't seen him since just after Luncheon started."

"I don't know, mi Lord," replied Jane.

"Oh, well, never mind." Lord Fenwick made a mental note to have a few words with Mrs. Roberta about the butler. The two girls were doing all the work; the butler should have been there too.

Jane cleared the plates away and headed off to the kitchen. Moments later, Mary walked in with his apple crumble. As she placed it in front of him, he whispered: "Come up to my retreat when you have finished your own lunch."

"Yes, mi Lord." Mary smiled. The stable-boy had lit a fire in her cunt and Lord Fenwick was an expert at extinguishing such fires.

Like many of the aristocracy, Lord Fenwick had a room adjacent to his bedroom, known as a 'gentleman's retreat'. It was a kind of study come den, where he would sit and read, do his paperwork or just relax. He was currently working on the details of a new paper mill that he and a friend, Sir Reginald, were in the process of planning, so he had been spending a lot of time recently in his retreat. 

After, lunch, Lord Fenwick walked up to his retreat, sat at his desk and began reading a document that Sir Reginald had sent him, but his mind was on other things. Before he could concentrate on the proposed paper mill, he needed a personal service from one of the girls and Mary, he had decided, was the one to provide it today.

Jane and Mary cleared the dining room and were given a plate of food by Edwina. It was a warm summer's day and the stove made the kitchen unpleasantly hot. The two girls decided to eat their food outside and sat down on the scullery doorstep with their plates.

"Why were you laughing earlier?" Jane asked.

Mary recounted the episode with Nelson and when she got to the bit where Nelson had come in his breeches, they both burst out laughing. "Poor lad, he's probably never seen a girl before." They laughed again.

Mary went on to explain how she had then rinsed her hand in the horse trough. Both girls were now in hysterics. "Poor horses!" Jane screeched between laughs, "They won't know what they're drinking."

"It's not poisonous," said Mary. "After all, we're made to swallow it often enough."

Jane looked at her. "Yes, I guess so. I hadn't thought of it like that." They both giggled.

"So, what was his cock like? How big was it?"

"I don't really know. I only felt it through his breeches, though it seemed large enough."

"Are you intending to find out?" Jane asked.

"I haven't decided yet. In any case, his Lordship wants me to see him in his retreat this afternoon. With a bit of luck, he'll finish off what Nelson started." They both giggled again. Lord Fenwick made use of both of their bodies regularly, but Mary serviced him more often than Jane.

"Come on you two," a voice called out behind them. "You can't sit there sunbathing and giggling all day; we've got work to do. They both returned to the kitchen.

* * * * *

Lord Fenwick was sitting in his retreat waiting for Mary. His mind drifted to another Mary, the one he had lost his virginity to. She was a chamber maid at Ableside Manor when his father owned it. She had been a flirty little girl and he guessed that his father also used to fuck her since it was fairly normal for the lord of the manor to take advantage of any attractive female servants. He wondered whether his own two sons fucked the Mary he was waiting for now. Would he mind? Probably not, he thought. He certainly didn't mind if any of the male staff fucked the servant girls; in fact he welcomed it. That way, if they got pregnant, no one could say with certainty who was the father. But if anyone touched Penelope or Genevieve, he'd kill them, he thought. Same goes for Claire, he added.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Mary waited to be told to enter and then stepped in. "Lock the door, Mary." After doing so, she stood facing him, waiting for further instructions. She didn't have long to wait: "Disrobe."

Mary removed her hat and the pin that held her hair in a bun, allowing her shoulder length hair to drop down. She then undid the straps that held her dress and pinafore in place and slowly lifted everything over her head, kicking off her shoes as she did so. When her naked body came into view, Lord Fenwick's cock jumped to attention. He recalled the time, just over a year ago, when Mary had first joined his household at the age of eighteen. He had made clear the full extent of the services she was expected to provide and she had reluctantly agreed. She would have had to open her legs for any master that she worked for and, like most girls in her position, she thought it a small price to pay for a roof over her head, regular meals and a warm bed to sleep in. He had taken her virginity on the second night she had spent at Ableside Manor, but he had been kind and gentle to her ever since and he usually made sure that she was satisfied too whenever he fucked her. In the ensuing months since that first night, she had learnt to appreciate sex and now looked forward to their sessions together.

He called her over to him and guided her into a kneeling position in front of him. She realised what was expected of her and needed no further instructions. Lord Fenwick lent back in his chair and watched as she undid the flap at the front of his breeches and fished his cock out. He gasped quietly when she bent forward and licked the underside of his cock. He had trained her well and she knew that was the most sensitive part of a man. He gasped again when she slid her mouth down over the top of his cock and began to suck. Her head was now bobbing up and down over his lap. "Yes!" he mumbled quietly to himself; he had trained her well. Her tongue was rasping up and down on the underside of his cock as she continued to suck. He loved the coarse skin of her tongue against his cock - it was much more exciting than her lips. He could feel the tension in his balls rising.

A good five minutes passed and Mary knew he was close. She slowed down. She didn't want him to come in her mouth. Her cunt was on fire and she needed his cock spurting in her to put the fire out.

Lord Fenwick leaned forward and felt her tits as she continued her blow job. "Such tantalising tits," he said to himself. He tweaked and pinched her nipples and squeezed her tits. Mary was aware that he was stoking the fire in her cunt and unless he intended to extinguish it, this was the last thing she needed. She slowed down more and reduced the pressure that she was applying to his cock. If she was going to get the relief she needed herself, she had to dampen his passion.

But Lord Fenwick needed to get on with the planning for the new paper mill and didn't have time to worry about Mary's pleasure this time. He noticed that Mary had slowed down and wasn't squeezing his cock as much with her mouth. He grabbed her head with both hands and set about getting himself off. Holding her head, he bucked his hips up and down until he was almost there.

"Suck harder, suck harder," he called out. Mary had no choice but to obey. She was disappointed; she wasn't going to get the relief that she needed after all. She increased the pressure on Lord Fenwick's cock and sucked hard as he pumped his hips up and down.


Ableside Manor Ch. 01



"Arghhhh." Lord Fenwick pushed her head down and rammed his cock into her throat, firing off volley after volley of hot spunk. "Arghhhh." Mary swallowed. She thought of the horses drinking from the horse trough.

Panting from the effort, Lord Fenwick let go of Mary's head and slumped back in his chair, allowing Mary off his cock. She looked up at him, cum dribbling down the side of her chin.

"Thank you Mary. That will be all." He had dismissed her. He did the flap at the front of his breeches up, turned to his desk and continued reading the document about the paper mill.

Mary scrambled to her feet, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and after saying "Thank you, mi Lord," quickly dressed and left the room. Poor me, she thought, never mind about the poor horses.

* * * * *

Mary decided to go up to her room to clean herself up and tie her hair back up before heading downstairs to continue her chores. She went up the servants' stairs to the top floor, where the servants' rooms were and headed along the corridor towards the room that she shared with Jane. As she approached the butler's room, she noticed that the door was ajar. When she passed it, a hand reached out and grabbed her. The butler pulled her into his room, kicking the door shut as he did so.

"James, let go of me! I'm not allowed in your room."

The butler had been waiting for her. He had seen her heading up to Lord Fenwick's retreat and thinking that she was probably going to get fucked, decided to wait in his room till she came by afterwards. He loved sloppy seconds and always tried to have her after Lord Fenwick had done so. "Did he fuck your cunt or your mouth?" He demanded. He manhandled her towards his bed and started tugging at the straps of her dress.

"James, what are you doing to me?" It was a game they often played. He had fucked her many times in the past, but he was not considerate like Lord Fenwick and never bothered to ensure that she was properly satisfied. 'Whip it in, whip it out, wipe it,' was his motto. She was going to get fucked after all, that much she was sure of. The big question was, could she make him last long enough to satisfy her? "Let go of me, you're hurting my arm." She cried.

"Did he fuck your cunt or your mouth?" the butler repeated. When she didn't reply, he added: "Never mind, I'm going to fuck your cunt anyway." He undid the straps of her dress and pulled it up and over her head. Throwing it on the nearby chair, he pushed her back onto his bed then proceeded to undress himself.

Mary lay on her back, kicked her shoes off and watched the butler almost tear his own clothes off. If she was going to have the fire still raging in her cunt put out, she needed to help matters along. She pinched her nipples and mauled her own tits with one hand whilst fingering her clit with the other, trying to get herself closer to the point where the butler might finish the job. She simply couldn't rely on him to do what was necessary.

As soon as the butler was undressed, he jumped onto the bed beside her, immediately pushed her hand away from her clit and stuck a finger into her cunt. Mary realised that he wasn't trying to excite her, but was merely finding out whether she was wet enough to get his cock in. She was. Today, there was never any doubt about that particular question.

The butler was delighted to find that Mary was more than wet enough. He pulled his finger out and started to climb on top of her. She pushed him off. "Slow down, James, slow down." Reluctantly, he transferred his weight off her and stuck his finger back in her cunt. She grabbed his wrist, dragged his finger out and moved it onto her clit. "Play with me a bit first," she said: "I'll make it worth your while."

The butler fingered her clit but kept drifting away from it, so that she had to keep guiding him back to where she needed the stimulation. She was getting frustrated and so for that matter was he. He wanted to get on with it and she was delaying things unnecessarily. Eventually, she gave up and allowed him to climb on top. How a man of his age had managed to survive all this time without learning how to handle a woman properly was a mystery to her. It wasn't lack of experience, she knew that. After all, he'd fucked her on many occasions and had probably had his cock in most of the other female servants too. He wasn't choosy.

The butler was now on top and had wasted no time in pushing his cock into Mary. She knew that if she was going to find the relief she needed, then she had to work at it. She imagined it was Lord Fenwick on top of her. Her two hands were on her tits squeezing them and paying particular attention to her nipples. She laughed to herself. Most men would have noticed and would have replaced her hands with their own, but the butler was only intent on dumping a load of cum in her cunt as quickly as possible. He was humping away with his back arched and his head held back as if he didn't want to look at her. She thought about the way Lord Fenwick would finger her clit as he fucked her and how he would suck her nipples.

Her thoughts then turned to Nelson. Was his cock as big as it appeared to be? Maybe she should find out. Lord Fenwick's cock was twice the size of the one pumping in and out of her now. These were the only two men to have bedded her and she didn't know which size was normal. Was Lord Fenwick normal, which would make James smaller than average or was James normal, which would make Lord Fenwick larger than average? She imagined Nelson, with a cock twice the size of Lord Fenwick, stretching her wider than ever before. The burning sensation between her legs increased. She was close, so very close.

The butler changed his rhythm and let out a tortuous cry. "Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! I'm commmmmmming!" He was emptying his balls into her cunt. Mary was close, very close, but not close enough. After a couple more strokes, the butler stopped humping and immediately pulled out. Mary was breathing heavily. She filled the gap left by the butler's cock with her own fingers and tried to bring herself off.

The butler was now half on her and half off. Mary was concentrating on finishing the job, when the butler sneezed all over her. "I'm sorry," he said. "I think I've got a bit of a cold coming." Disgusted by the butler, Mary gave up and removed her hand from her cunt. He hadn't bothered with her needs at all and had ruined any chance that she might have had to obtain the relief she so needed. That's the last time I'm opening my legs for this arsehole, she decided. He's worse than useless; in fact, he's disgusting.

She thought of Nelson and the idea of him having a cock twice as large as Lord Fenwick and the burning feeling returned to her cunt. But it was too late; any passion that existed between her and the butler had been killed by his sneeze. She got up, dressed and walked towards the door. Turning to the butler before she opened it, she decided to give him a piece of her mind: "That's the last time, James. I hope you enjoyed it because I certainly didn't. You just use women, your only aim is to empty your balls as fast as possible. Well, you're never going to do so inside me again. That's the last time, James, the last time, so don't ever come near me again. You're nothing but a wanker." She yanked the door open and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. 

Mary walked on to her own room and put her hair back into a bun, cleaned herself up, straightened herself out and checked in the mirror to see that she looked respectable again. She was tempted to use the handle of her hairbrush in her cunt as she often did when she needed relief, but the butler had delayed her and she was in danger of getting into serious trouble if the housekeeper was on the prowl. She hurried down the stairs and returned to the kitchen.

* * * * *

Edwina looked up at her as she walked in, but was aware that she had been summoned to Lord Fenwick and knew better than to ask her why she had been away for so long. Lord Fenwick's reputation in the bedroom, like his father's before him, was no secret, but this was not something that was discussed openly. She had been away some time; he must have given her a right seeing to, she thought. Edwina wished that she was still young enough to interest the men like she used to. But Wallace, her husband still fucked her quite often, so she couldn't really complain. What she did not know was that it had been the butler who had been at least partially responsible for Mary's absence.

"Where's Jane?" Mary enquired.

"I sent her down to the town to buy some chickens for dinner from the market. The butcher was supposed to have delivered them, but when I looked, I found that he had omitted to include them."

"That's not very good." Mary replied. "That butcher's normally reliable isn't he?"

"Yes," said Edwina, "But never mind that. There are potatoes to peel and vegetables to prepare." Mary rolled her sleeves up and got to work. Her cunt was still on fire.

Half an hour later, the vegetables were ready. "What's next?" Mary enquired.

"Well, this supper's ready for Nelson, but I'm a bit hesitant to ask you to take it out to him. I don't want you getting yourself into trouble. I was hoping Jane would be back by now."

The mention of Nelson's name sent a shiver down Mary's spine. "I can take it," said Mary, a little too enthusiastically. "I won't get myself into any trouble."

Edwina studied her carefully as if she was weighing up the options. "Alright," she said eventually, "but no shenanigans. That lad's got a bit of a thing for you and you need to watch out or you'll both get yourselves fired."

"He's only a baby!" Mary retorted.

"He's 20. A year older than you are and judging by the way he watches you, he'd be jumping on top of you, given half the chance."

"I'll be careful" said Mary, grabbing the basket and disappearing out the door.

As she approached the stable, the fire in her cunt intensified. If Nelson couldn't help her, she'd have to wait till she was alone in bed with her hairbrush. Could she take the risk with Nelson? What if Nelson was as inept as the butler? What if he didn't want her? No, that's one problem she needn't worry about. Would he brag about his conquest to the other servants? She'd have to swear him to secrecy first. What if the housekeeper found out? They'd both be fired. Well, maybe not - Lord Fenwick wouldn't let her go that easily; he enjoyed fucking her too much. On the other hand, he might be jealous and fire her anyway. Would Nelson be able to hold back his own pleasure until he had satisfied her? This morning's experience was not a good omen. On the other hand, he'd already come once today, so there was a better chance that he might manage to last long enough. There were too many questions and only two things that she was sure about: she needed a cock and Nelson had one. Her cunt was on fire today.

Mary entered the stable and found Nelson sweeping up straw that had blown around when he had put down fresh straw for the horses. On seeing her, he dropped the broom and rushed over to greet her. He was beaming from ear to ear. Mary smiled back. "I told you I'd be back. I've brought some supper for you." She held out the basket for him to take and looked at him. There was no sign of the damp patch that she had left him with earlier. He must have changed his breeches.

"Thank you." Nelson took the basket and lowered it carefully to the floor. He stepped forward and took her into his arms. Just like in the morning, neither of them said anything. Then he slowly lent forward and kissed her, gently at first, then when he realised she wasn't resisting, more passionately. The fire in Mary's cunt was spreading rapidly throughout her body. Any doubts as to whether she was going to let him fuck her were fading fast. She needed a cock and Nelson had one, it was a simple as that. Both Nelson and Mary were now pawing each other as they kissed. Nelson had his hands on Mary's behind and he was bunching the material of her dress up. The hem of Mary's dress finally reached his hands, which were then able to caress her bare bum. Mary pushed a hand in between herself and Nelson and felt for his cock. As before, he was as hard as a rock. After a quick squeeze, she remembered what had happened last time she did that and removed her hand.

Nelson pushed her backwards into one of the stalls and she fell down onto the fresh straw. Nelson landed on top of her. She remembered what Edwina had said: "He'd be jumping on top of you, given half the chance." Well, she thought, Edwina was certainly right about that!

Nelson was now feeling her tits through her dress with both hands, just as he had imagined doing earlier in the day. He pulled the straps off her shoulders and both tits came into view. Fabulous! He had never seen anything so exciting in his life. "May I kiss them?" he asked. Mary nodded and he started kissing and licking her nipples. Each time his rough tongue scrapped across a nipple, Mary received a jolt of electricity. He may be a novice, she thought, but he had already outperformed the butler. She lay back and enjoyed the experience; she couldn't do much else anyway, since her arms were trapped by the straps of her dress.

Suddenly, she felt his hand on the front of her dress. He was gathering up the material to gain access to her cunt. She felt the cold air blowing through the open stable door between her legs and then felt his finger exploring her slit. And exploring is exactly what he was doing. He wasn't quite sure of what was where. He'd heard various descriptions from friends, but this was the first time he had got his hand between a girl's legs. He was now rubbing her, but in the wrong place. Mary took hold of his wrist and guided him to the right place. Second time I've had to do that today, she realised.

Now he was fingering her in the right place and she thought about his cock that she'd briefly held earlier. She was keen to see it and feel it in action, but she knew better than to rush things. Meanwhile, his fingering was working! Her breathing was becoming heavy and she was moaning quietly as Nelson played with her. He was a fast learner and unlike the butler, he had taken note of where she liked it and was concentrating on her clit.

Nelson finally stopped fingering her and broke away temporarily to undo the flap on his breeches. His cock sprang free and Mary took the opportunity to have a good look at it. It was certainly larger than the butler's, but not as large as Lord Fenwick's. However, it had a vicious looking curve to it. She was tempted to spend some time exploring it with her fingers, but decided to wait until next time in case he got over-excited again like in the morning.

Mary glanced up at Nelson who seemed to have stopped doing anything. He was just looking down between Mary's legs. Maybe he was too shy and needed some encouragement or maybe he didn't know what to do. He'd probably never seen a cunt before. She put her head back down on the straw, opened her legs wider and smiled.

Nelson had been enjoying his first sight of a girl's cunt, but now he realised she was going to let him fuck her! Wow! He climbed over her, resting his weight on this hands and brought his cock up against her slit. Mary decided to guide him in. She didn't want him stabbing about trying to find out where to put it. She took hold of his cock and fed it into her cunt. He pushed it in slowly and stopped when it was about a quarter of the way in. He was worried he'd hurt her by going in too deep and in any case, he was already in heaven. The feeling of her soft, wet, velvety cunt was beyond anything he had previously imagined. He began rocking backwards and forwards slowly.

"Deeper!" said Mary.

When what she had said registered in his mind, Nelson pushed it further in. It was now halfway in. Again, he rocked backwards and forwards.

"Deeper!" said Mary again. "Why are you waiting? Push it all the way in."

"I didn't want to hurt you," he replied.

"You won't hurt me. Just push it all the way in."

He didn't need to be told again. Nelson thrust hard causing Mary to cry out. He thought he had hurt her after all and pulled right out again.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"You cried and I thought I had hurt you."

"I told you, you won't hurt me. I cried out because I was enjoying it. Now, put it back in, deep as you can and fuck me as hard as you can." She needed it hard and fast and she needed it now.

Nelson obliged. He started reasonably gently, but with Mary's encouragement began to thrust harder and faster until he was going almost flat out. He could feel his cock straining for release, but he didn't want his first fuck to end. "Think of something else," he told himself. "The horses need fresh water and ..." He looked down: the girl underneath him was obviously in ecstasy and he was the cause of it! Wow! His cock wanted to go faster, but he knew if he tried, he would come. "Think of something else; think of something else: the end stall needs to be cleaned out. Oh, God, this is fantastic; she's letting me fuck her! The girl underneath him ... what was her name? ... yes, Mary ... she wouldn't be happy if he finished too soon." One of his friends had explained that to him.

"Oh, God, she's squeezing my cock with her cunt muscles." He needed to last at least half an hour, he'd been told. The end of his cock was now burning like never before. "I've still got three more horses to groom. Oh, God; this is way better than wanking." His balls were getting tighter and Mary's soft cunt seemed to suck him back in whenever he pulled back. Half an hour? No way! They must have been kidding. He couldn't delay things any longer; he simply couldn't. He looked down at Mary. The girl underneath him was clearly loving it. Her head was thrashing from side to side, her whole body was squirming underneath him and she was moaning loudly just like his friends had described.

Mary was indeed loving it. The curve in his cock caused the tip to rub a part of her cunt that normally didn't receive much attention and she was close to coming. She looked up to see Nelson pumping away on top of her, just as he exploded into her cunt. He groaned loudly and continued pumping until he was completely spent, then flopped down onto her, his arms no longer able to support his weight.

Mary cried out in exasperation. She had been close, so close, yet again! But Nelson didn't understand her exasperation. He thought she had cried out because she had come, just like his friends had described. He looked at her and smiled. "That was fabulous!" he whispered, "You're sensational and so pretty. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I'd ever have a girl like you."

Mary smiled sweetly back at him. For a first attempt, she admitted to herself, he had been pretty good. A bit of coaching and he might be as good as Lord Fenwick. She decided to take on the job. "That was your first time, wasn't it?" She finally asked.

Nelson looked away. "Did it show?" he asked.

"Well, there were a few little things that gave it away," she replied. "But if it was your first time, you did very well indeed. And I can easily show you what you need to know." He beamed back at her. She was going to let him do it again!

"God, we must have been here ages! We'll both get fired if I don't get back to the kitchen." She pushed him off her, jumped up and straightened her clothes as best she could. She was covered in bits of straw. She gave him a peck on the lips, promised to return and rushed off towards the house, brushing the straw from her dress as she ran.

Jane was back from the market and she and Edwina looked at Mary when she entered the kitchen. "You've taken your time. What have ... Mary, you're covered in straw!"

"I'm sorry, Edwina, I tripped on a broom that was lying on the ground and fell over."




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"Yea, likely story!" said Edwina. "Go outside and brush all that straw off you or you'll be in trouble. Jane, go and help her. And be quick about it."

The two girls disappeared and when they were outside Jane started asking questions: "Did you let him? How big was his cock? Was he any good?" They picked away at the straw until it had all been removed and Mary was looking respectable again. "Well, aren't you going to tell me?"

"Yes, average, fast learner."

Jane thought about the answers, trying to match them up to her questions as they returned to the kitchen.

* * * * *

Later that evening, Jane and Mary served Lord and Lady Fenwick their dinner. The butler appeared briefly then vanished again. Penelope was explaining how the white in watercolours comes from the paper and that one should therefore paint the lighter colours before the darker ones. She was enjoying her art class and was gradually mastering the techniques. Ralph was doing his best to sound interested. Next week, they were going to paint a nude, she announced. Lord Fenwick's ears pricked up. "Male or female?" he enquired.

"I don't know; they didn't say." They continued their dinner in silence for a while. He clearly wasn't showing much interest in anything other than the idea of painting a nude woman. Typical, she thought.

"Ralph, you haven't forgotten I hope, that it's the Summer Ball tomorrow?"

"Not at all dear, I'm looking forward to it." He was indeed looking forward to it. It was an opportunity to check out all the ladies who would be dressed in their finest attire. In the past, he had identified a few married ones who were bored with their husbands and a few unmarried daughters, who were not chaperoned as well as they perhaps should have been. Both had led to a few pleasurable encounters. He had to be really discreet so as not to cause a scandal, but, yes, he was definitely looking forward to the Summer Ball.

Lady Fenwick declined coffee and said that she was going to retire early in order to finish her book. Jane was dispatched to prepare Lady Fenwick's bedroom, which involved turning the bed covers down, drawing the curtains, lighting the candles etc. 

A few minutes later, Lady Fenwick stood and Lord Fenwick jumped to his feet too. He kissed his wife on the cheek, as he had done at lunch time, and then watched as she turned and left the room. "Sleep well, dear. I'll see you in the morning. I've got some paperwork to do before I retire."

Lady Fenwick knew that the 'paperwork' he intended to 'do' was probably one of the two servant girls, but as long as he was discreet about it, she turned a blind eye. She had enjoyed their sex life when they were first married, but over the years, her interest had declined and nowadays she was more interested in her art classes, horse riding and other such pursuits. Ralph still made love to her once a week or so, which was more than enough. In fact, whenever they went away together, it was a nightmare because without any of his other women around to take care of his needs, he pestered her for it twice a day or more. Yes, she thought, as she made her way up to her bedroom, I've got a lot to be thankful for.

Ralph was a basically good man, kind and gentle and he looked after her well. She wanted for nothing, was free to enjoy her hobbies and they socialised with all the top people in the land. If he wanted to play with the servant girls instead of bothering her, then she could cope with that. Rumour had it too, that he also kept a mistress, but, she thought, name me one powerful man who didn't! In fact, several of her friends reckoned that their husbands kept several mistresses. Maybe Ralph did too. Ah well, that was his business.

Lord Fenwick sat down again. Later, when Mary arrived with his coffee, he told her he had decided to take it in his retreat. He stood again and then left Mary to clear everything away and bring his coffee up to him. What he didn't see was the big smile on her face. Yes! Maybe she was going to get her relief after all. Her cunt was burning in anticipation.

In his retreat, Lord Fenwick sat in his favourite chair, waiting for Mary. His earlier blow job, the oral equivalent of a quickie, had dampened his desire enough to allow him to get some work done, but now he needed some proper satisfaction. He was going to fuck Mary's brains out. She would have trouble walking tomorrow, he decided. He had noticed her disappointment earlier when he had dismissed her after his blow job and he knew she would welcome a good seeing to.

Lord Fenwick always showed respect towards his women. He liked to treat them well and usually ensured they were well and truly satisfied. It was an investment, because then they always came back for more; not that the servant girls had much say in the matter. But even the servant girls were much more fun to fuck if they writhed around in ecstasy underneath him. Mary had not had that opportunity earlier. She would this time. Yes, of all the servant girls he had fucked over the years, Mary was his favourite. 

He thought about Mary's predecessor, Hazel, who had only lasted a few days. She had agreed to his terms before joining the household, but when the time had come for her to undress in front of him, she had chickened out. He had not forced her like most masters would have done, but had simply sent her back to her room and had rang for Jane instead. The next morning, he had explained to Hazel what her duties included once again and had pointed out that she had previously agreed to them. He had then clarified the fact that whether she remained in his employ or not was up to her.

That evening, he had called for her again and when she had arrived, he had told her to disrobe, as he had done the previous evening. This time, she had undressed. He recalled her pendulous tits and how hard his cock had felt. He had spent a few minutes fondling her and exploring her body. He had even got her into bed, but when, after playing with her for some time, he had attempted to penetrate her virgin cunt, she had again chickened out and had jumped out of bed. As on the evening before, she had been sent her back to her room and Lord Fenwick had been left with no alternative but to send for Jane.

The following morning, as instructed, Mrs. Roberta had informed Hazel that her services were no longer required. She had given her a month's wages and had sent her on her way. Mary had been taken on a couple of weeks later.

There was a knock on the door and Mary entered when told to do so. She put a small tray with his coffee down on his desk and poured him a cup. Having done so, she stood there waiting. Was he going to dismiss her again or did he want her body? Her cunt was on fire.

Lord Fenwick picked up his coffee and studied her. "Mary, please prepare my bedroom for me to retire."

"Yes, mi Lord."

Mary walked through the adjoining door to Lord Fenwick's bedroom and started preparing his room. Meanwhile, Lord Fenwick sipped his coffee. How should he have her tonight? He generally liked to use only two or perhaps three positions, rather than trying to cram in every position known to man. The next time he would try different positions. That way, every fuck was different. He also found that some women suited one position better, whilst other women were better in other positions. Probably due to their different body measurements, he presumed. He drank the last of his coffee and walked through to the bedroom. Mary had just finished preparing it for him to retire.

"Disrobe."

She smiled. "Yes, mi Lord." She was going to get her relief after all.

When she had undressed, Lord Fenwick walked up to her and ran the backs of his fingers across her nipples. This made each nipple jump as it fell between pairs of fingers. Mary closed her eyes. Her tits were tingling already.

Lord Fenwick studied her face and shoulder length hair. She was a petite girl and her features were beautifully proportioned and very symmetrical, not like most servant girls. Her eyes were her best feature; they had that soft, helpless "please fuck me" look about them. He gazed down at her tits - average size, but nicely shaped and soft, yet firm. Oh, how he loved to play with those tits! Taking hold of her shoulders, he slowly turned her round so that her back was towards him. The best way to appreciate a woman's tits, he had decided long ago, was from behind. It was something he did as often as he could with as many women as possible. He pushed his hands under her arms and brought them up to cup her tits. He weighed them gently up and down before squeezing both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Fabulous, he thought, absolutely fabulous. He never bored of doing this.

Mary closed her eyes again and lent her head back on Lord Fenwick's chest. He bent forward and started kissing and licking her neck and ears, as he continued to fondle her tits. Mary's whole body was now tingling and Lord Fenwick hadn't even touched her between her legs yet. Her mind drifted to the arsehole of a butler. If it had been him she was with, it would have been all over by now.

Stepping back, Lord Fenwick told Mary to wait on the bed for him. He avoided looking at her while he slowly undressed. By playing with her tits for a few minutes, he had lit a fire in her and now he was making her wait. What he didn't know of course, was that the fire had already been lit earlier and was now a raging inferno. Mary was tempted to put her hand down between her legs, but she knew that that wasn't going to be necessary this time.

Lord Fenwick finished undressing and walked over to the bed. He took hold of Mary's legs and dragged her towards him so that her bottom was at the edge of the bed. He could have pushed her legs apart himself, but he preferred to get her to do so for him: "Open your legs, Mary." She did as she was told and Lord Fenwick's cock twitched as her slit came into view. He loved it when a girl spread her legs for him. It was like an invitation to fuck her. On his insistence, she always shaved between her legs. He stroked the area around her slit, being careful to avoid actually touching her sex. She was lovely and smooth. Perfect! He looked down at her slit and could see her juices glistening where they had leaked out. Well, she's certainly turned on tonight, he mused. What he didn't know of course was that she already had two loads in her from her earlier encounters.

Kneeling down between Mary's legs, Lord Fenwick gently rubbed his hands up and down the inside of her thighs. This part of a woman's body was so soft! He rubbed and tickled her inner thighs for a couple of minutes, causing goose pimples to form on her arms and legs. Next, he slowly inserted a finger into her cunt. She was indeed very wet and judging by the aroma, his finger wasn't the first thing to have been in her cunt today. He was going to get sloppy seconds, which suited him fine. He rubbed his thumb up and down her slit to make his thumb wet too and then started to massage her clit with it, whilst fucking her with the finger in her cunt. His spare hand crept up and resumed fondling her tits. Mary revelled in the triple stimulation he was providing. Her breathing was now getting heavier and Lord Fenwick continued to build her excitement. He was playing her like a violinist plays his violin.

After a few minutes, he took his thumb away and leaning forward, ran his tongue all the way up her slit. Mary wasn't expecting this and jumped when his tongue reached her clit. This pushed her over the edge, just as Lord Fenwick had intended. "Arghh," she cried. She was coming. He licked her again. "Arghh, yes." A few more licks and he leant away. He was still fingering her cunt, but had slowed down. He had permitted her a small orgasm. He could have kept going and made it last almost indefinitely, but that would have worn her out. He wanted her writhing underneath him tonight and if she was completely satisfied before he started, that wouldn't happen. Next time, he thought, I'll wear her out first, and then go for a 'rag doll fuck' as he called it. It was a totally different experience - yes, next time, I'll do her that way. It gave him a tremendous feeling of power.

He removed his finger and wiped his soaking hand and his face on the sheet. It was time to for his cock to see some action. Did he want some head first? No, he'd had that earlier and since she'd already had a small orgasm, her passion might fade with the delay.

Mary lay there, still breathing heavily. She had come, but it was a small come and she wanted more. He did that deliberately, she thought, but she wasn't worried; she knew she was in for a big one later.

Standing, Lord Fenwick rubbed the tip of his cock up and down Mary's slit, before gently pushing it in. Heaven! Of all the women he regularly fucked, Mary's cunt was the tightest. It had been well lubricated too, although he didn't know by whom. He started thrusting. Needing more leverage, he put her legs up onto his shoulders and held her thighs. Mary was in heaven too. This position allowed him to get very deep into her. His balls were slapping against her arse and the end of his cock was hitting her cervix with each thrust. She cried out with each stroke. It was heaven, absolute heaven.

Lord Fenwick was thrusting hard now and within a few minutes he was getting close to coming. He didn't want to finish yet, so he slowed down, but that reduced Mary's pleasure too. Dropping one leg off his shoulder, he reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. In no time she was back simmering just below orgasm level as she had been before. After what seemed like ages, he decided to give her another small climax. He resumed his hard thrusting and increased the pressure on her clit. It didn't take long before Mary was once again coming. "Arghh, arghh. Don't stop! Don't stop!"

But stop, he did. He was only allowing her a small one. The bastard's making me wait, she thought, he does this to me deliberately!

Pulling right out, he dragged Mary, who was still panting heavily, into the middle of the bed. She looked tired and he wanted to come himself while she still had some energy left to make it good for him. He climbed on top of her and pushed his cock back in. He liked the missionary position with Mary; he could smother her with his larger frame and her tits were in just the right position for a good mauling as he pumped away on top. He was now pumping hard, one hand was behind her neck and the other was groping her tits, first one then the other.

There was little that Mary could do, trapped as she was beneath Lord Fenwick. His cock and his hands were doing all sorts of wonderful things to her. She started thrusting her own hips up and down to meet Lord Fenwick's thrusts and she moved her waist from side to side to give her cunt a sort of wiggling action. She was squeezing her cunt muscles too. All this was what Lord Fenwick was waiting for. He just loved the way she squirmed underneath him and squeezed his cock when she was excited. His face was buried in her hair, allowing him to breathe her natural perfume. It would soon be time to bring her to a proper climax and get himself off in the process.

Lord Fenwick withdrew and turned Mary over so that she was lying on her stomach. He re-entered her from behind. Supporting himself on this elbows, he resumed his fucking. He marvelled at the outline of her figure, her smooth back, thin waist and tight bum. Raising himself slightly, he looked at his cock pistoning in and out of her. The underside of his cock was now rubbing against her pubic bone, which gave him an incredible feeling. This position, he knew, worked particularly well with a larger man fucking a petite woman. It was guaranteed to bring him off in no time. But before that he needed to ensure her pleasure.

Lowering himself down onto Mary's back, he slid one hand under her body and started rubbing her clit as he continued to fuck her. With his other hand, he squeezed her tit.

Mary was now writhing about in ecstasy underneath him again. Her face was buried in the pillow, so her cries and moans were muffled. He kept his pace down to delay his own climax, waiting for Mary to come. With his finger on her clit and his cock pumping in and out of her cunt, Mary's excitement was rising fast. This was going to be the big one. "Please don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Lord Fenwick couldn't make out what she was saying; she was too far gone to talk coherently and in any case her cries were muffled by the pillow. But he got the general idea. "Go for it," he told himself. "Fuck her brains out!" He was thrusting flat out now. The tension in his balls was unbearable. There was no way he could stop now, even if the bed collapsed or if Penelope walked in.

Mary came: "Arghhhhhhh, Arghhhhhh". He was there too and groaned out loud as he sprayed his spunk into her. Half a dozen more thrusts and he was done. But even though he had finished, he continued thrusting. He wanted Mary's climax to last as long as he could make it. Mary was bucking and thrashing about, still crying out with each thrust. Eventually, the fire in her cunt faded. It had finally been extinguished. Lord Fenwick's cum spurting into her had done the trick. He kept thrusting until she began to calm down. Even then, he still kept going, but more slowly, tapering off his actions until the only movement from either of them was loud panting.

He had really enjoyed her. Mary was a superb fuck. He slid out of her cunt and moved off to one side. "Thank you Mary; that was fantastic."

"Thank you, mi Lord." As a servant, it would have been inappropriate for her to comment or say anything more, but that didn't stop her from beaming from ear to ear. Lord Fenwick had finally put her fire out. He had played with her body for the best part of two hours; no, he had taken complete control of it, bringing her up to a climax and then down again several times until he was ready to come and even then he had still ensured she was properly satisfied. Somehow he was able to read her body; he knew exactly how close she was to coming and he was able to turn her passion on and off at whim.

Lord Fenwick moved to the other side of the bed. "Thank you again, Mary; that will be all."

"Yes, mi Lord." Dismissed again, she moved to get up and then realised she was sore, very sore.

Lord Fenwick watched her get out of bed and get dressed. She was moving awkwardly. He chuckled to himself. He had indeed fucked her brains out - she was having trouble walking, just as he had intended. He would need to give her a few days to recover, but never mind, Jane was available for tomorrow and as for Sunday, well, he was really looking forward to Sunday.

Mary turned to Lord Fenwick on the way out. "Thank you, mi Lord." She hobbled up the servants' stairs to the room she shared with Jane, who was already in bed.

Jane took one look at Mary and burst out laughing. She was all dishevelled, her hair was a mess, and she was walking in a stoop. "You've been with his lordship for over two hours and you look like he's thrashed the living daylights out of you."

"Feels like I've been fucked by twenty men," Mary replied. "I don't know how he does it. He just takes over my entire body; he switches my feelings on and off like it was some sort of game. He rams his cock in and out like it was some sort of iron battering ram and at the same time, plays with the rest of my body. His hands are everywhere. He brings me to the brink of a mind blowing climax then drops me. Then, just when I think it's all over, he flips me over and starts all over again. And yet, he's incredibly gentle at the same time. I don't know how ... well ... he just seems to take complete control of my mind and body. Mind you, I always end up completely and utterly satisfied."

"Tell me about it," replied Jane. "I've experienced it often enough myself. No other man has ever managed to do what he does. Makes me wonder whether I'd ever be happy with anyone else. By the way, how did go get on with Nelson? Was he included in the twenty men you mentioned earlier?"




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Mary laughed. "I said it felt like twenty men. In fact it was three today."

"Three? Who was the third?"

Mary recounted the disastrous session with the butler and said she had told him never gain. He was a selfish arsehole and she didn't know why she hadn't put a stop to it earlier.

"Yes," replied Jane. "I used to let him fuck me too but I told him to get lost about three or four years ago. He tried several more times after that, but eventually got the message. But what about Nelson?"

"Definite potential there, but his enthusiasm is much greater than his expertise. I did let him fuck me, but he was so excited, even though he had come in the morning, that he didn't last long enough to make me come. Fortunately, his lordship sorted that problem out."

"I don't think for one minute that Edwina believed that bit about tripping over a broom and getting covered in straw." They both laughed. "What was his cock like?"

"Well, average size, but it had a vicious looking curve in it, which did a few nice things inside me."

"Sounds interesting," said Jane. Sounds a bit like Wallace's cock, she thought, but she didn't say so out loud. Nobody knew about her and Edwina's husband and she intended to keep it that way. "So, are you going to let him fuck you again?"

"Definitely," replied Jane. "He's a handsome brute and when he looks into my eyes, he really turns me on. He doesn't really know what he's doing, but I was probably the first girl he'd ever done anything with. I suspect he'll be great once he gets a bit of training. I was going to start his training tomorrow, but I'm sore, so sore, he might have to wait a few weeks."

Jane laughed. They both laughed. "Get some sleep; you'll be fine in the morning. And if you need any help with Nelson's training, I might be available - for a small sum."

"Get lost!"

That night, Mary slept like a log. Jane on the other hand, waited for Mary to fall asleep and then quietly reached for her own hairbrush. Mary had had three today and she hadn't had any. Life wasn't fair. Slipping the handle into her cunt and fingering her clit, she thought about Lord Fenwick and Nelson and everything that Mary had related. It didn't take long to get the result she was seeking.



Ableside Manor Ch. 02



Prelude

I have put this chapter into 'Erotic Couplings', just like the first chapter, but you'll find some parts fit elsewhere. The story will make more sense if you read chapter 1 first, but it's not essential.

*****

Mary woke up first and looked at the clock. They had overslept! She woke Jane and both girls dressed quickly and rushed down to the kitchen. Edwina, the cook, who had already been there a couple of hours, shook her head. "About time too! Come on, their lordships will be down anytime now, wanting their breakfasts."

"Have they rung yet?" As was common in large houses of that era, each room in the house had a cord hanging in the corner, which was connected by a rope to a bell in the servants' quarters. When pulled, the cord caused the bell to ring and a small wooden indicator on a spring to swing from side to side, to show in which room the cord had been pulled.

"No, not yet; you're in luck today."

Jane, who was nominally Lady Fenwick's chambermaid, poured some hot water from the kettle into a basin, added some cold water to it and took it up, as she did every morning, to Lady Fenwick so that she could wash herself.

Mary cut the bread that Edwina had baked earlier and put it into a basket. A bell rang. The two women looked up at the indicator board - Lord Fenwick's bedroom.

"He's on his way; hurry up." Edwina poured hot water into the coffee jug, which already had ground coffee beans waiting in it and handed it to Mary. Both their lordships liked strong hot coffee and they liked it as soon as they arrived in the dining room. Mary walked off, carrying the bread and coffee on a tray, grabbing the butter dish as she went. Edwina shook her head again: "Those two girls! I don't know how they get away with it. Things aren't like what they used to be in my days."

Mary and Lord Fenwick both came into the dinning room from opposite entrances at about the same time. "Good morning Mary! Ah, coffee, just what I need."

"Good morning, mi Lord."

Neither of them mentioned the fact that he'd fucked her brains out the night before. He looked at her though and chuckled. She seemed to be walking alright again now; probably still be a bit sore though.

Mary put the coffee, bread and butter on the dining table and left the room. A few minutes later, Lady Fenwick arrived. "Good morning, Dear. Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning, Penelope. Yes, thank you and you?"

"Yes, I finished my book and fortunately, it had a happy ending, so I slept like a log afterwards." She helped herself to some coffee and took a sip. It was nice and hot. "So, tonight's the night!"

"Pardon? Oh, the Summer Ball; yes I'm looking forward to it."

Mary returned with some boiled eggs. They both thanked her and she left again.

"I'm going into town this morning to have my hair done for tonight and then I'm meeting my friend Heather for lunch in the new café in the High Street."

Lord Fenwick looked up from his egg, somewhat surprised. "Why can't the hairdresser come here like she normally does?"

"Ralph, Dear; you're so out of touch. The days when the working classes come running as soon as we call them are sadly coming to an end. With all these new factories, they have money nowadays and the trades-people can get all the work they need without running around looking after us. There's a new hairdressing salon in the town, which all my friends are raving about and if one wants one's hair done, one has to go to them. They're so busy, I had to book the appointment months ago. And in any case, the hairdresser's a 'he', not a 'she'."

"What? A male hairdresser! I'm not sure I like the idea of another man rubbing his hands all over my wife."

"Oh, Ralph! He'll only be touching my hair and it's in a public salon with lots of other people about, so I'm sure everything will be fine."

He wasn't entirely convinced, but there was clearly no point in pursuing the matter, so he just went back to his egg. He shook his head; what was the world coming to?

Moments later, the butler walked in, carrying a small tray. "Some post for you, mi Lord." He placed the letters on the table near Lord Fenwick.

"Thank you, James." The butler turned and left the room. Lord Fenwick leafed through the letters - only one important one - from his friend and business partner, Sir Reginald. He'd read it when he'd finished eating.

After breakfast, Lady Fenwick briefly returned to her room to get ready for her trip into town then went down to the coach that was waiting for her. Lord Fenwick watched her go before walking up to his retreat.

Meanwhile, the two servant girls cleared the dining table and re-laid it for lunch. "He'll be ringing the bell soon," predicted Mary. "I forgot to pretend to limp to make sure you get a turn."

Jane was laughing so much, she had to put the tray with all the dishes on it back on the table to avoid dropping the lot. "Yes, after what he did to you last night, it's bound to be my turn this morning." They returned to the kitchen. Sure enough, after a few minutes, the bell rang. The three women looked up at the indicator. "I'll go," volunteered Jane.

*****

There was a knock on the door. "Enter." Jane walked in. "Ah, Jane, just the girl I wanted. Close the door, go through to my bedroom and disrobe."

"Yes, mi Lord." She walked through the door to his bedroom and started to undress. Meanwhile, he locked the door to the corridor and followed her into his bedroom, where he sat in a chair and watched her.

She was a few years older than Mary and had been at Ableside Manor now for four years. Unlike Mary, she hadn't been a virgin when she had arrived, so he hadn't had the pleasure of deflowering her, but he had had the pleasure of enjoying her body whenever he wanted since her arrival. And that's exactly what he intended to do now.

Her hair was jet black and when it wasn't tied up in a bun, it cascaded down over her shoulders almost to her tits. She was taller than Mary and was carrying a bit more weight too, but fortunately, most of it was concentrated in two mounds on her chest. This more than made up for the fact that her face was not as attractive as Mary's. She was a simple, curvaceous, 'Plain Jane' with nice big tits.

When those tits came into view, Lord Fenwick felt his cock twitch. She stood there naked, facing him with her arms by her sides. She definitely had curves in all the right places. Her bulbous tits didn't quite fit onto her chest. They pressed together creating a deep valley, which he liked to tit-fuck occasionally and the outside edges overhung the sides of her body. Her nipples sat quite low on her tits, due to the way that her tits hung down under their own weight.

He sat there for some time just looking at her, something which would have freaked out many girls, but she was used to it. Probably deciding how he wants to fuck me today, she thought.

He stood and walked over to her. Taking hold of her shoulders, he gently turned her round so that her back was towards him. He then stepped forward and wrapped his hands round her body so that he could feel her tits. This was his favourite tit-groping position. Cupping them both, he lifted them and squeezed. Her nipples were smallish, but he still managed to pinch them. He stood there for several minutes feeling and mauling her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples, but all the time being careful not to hurt her. She could feel his cock pressing into her through his breeches.

When he was ready to move on, he stepped away and undressed. He had decided how he wanted to have her today.

He sat down on a stool and beckoned her towards him. Reaching forward, he pulled her onto his lap, facing him. Her tits were now at the perfect height for further exploration and sucking on. They were resting against his face and his cock was resting against her belly. He began to lick and suck her tits and nipples, whilst squeezing them with both hands. They were very soft and her skin was smooth.

Jane was enjoying this. She brought her arms up and placed her hands behind his neck. Her tits were very sensitive and the attention they were getting was making her juices flow. She started to buck her hips up and down, which caused the underside of his cock to rub up and down her slit, making her clit swell. Lord Fenwick had been expecting this; he knew her body well. Playing with her tits for a few minutes always made her wet and when she was wet, her slit always needed attention.

He allowed her to rub herself up and down against his cock for a few minutes before placing his hands on her thighs and lifting her slightly. This let his cock spring forward so that the tip nestled against her cunt. Lowering her gently back down again, he penetrated her slippery opening. She sighed and continued bucking up and down, but now more vigorously.

All the time, he was licking her nipples and squeezing her tits. Her breathing was getting quite heavy now and she was panting and gasping as she bounced up and down on his cock. But so far, he hadn't moved his hips. He was letting her do the work for now, saving his energy for later.

Realising that she was close, he started pumping his hips so that each up-thrust met her down-thrust. She gasped out loud: "Oh, Lord Fenwick, yes ... I'm going to ... I'm ... Arrrggghhhhh." She hadn't been fucked for a couple of days and had been looking forward to this. When it was over, she collapsed onto his shoulder. "Thank you, mi Lord."

He let her rest for a while before easing her off his cock. He wanted to change positions so that he could obtain his relief too. The position they'd started with was a great way to start, especially with a big-titted girl, but to get a powerful climax himself, he needed something that allowed deeper penetration. There was a large table in the corner of the room. He led her to it and pushed her down so that her back was on the table and her legs up in the air. Her body was now at just the right height.

"Open your legs." She opened them.

"Wider." She opened her legs wider.

He absolutely loved it when girls lay on their backs and spread their legs at his command. He looked down at her cunt, which was being pulled open with her legs so wide apart. The whole area was soaking wet.

He walked forward, aimed his cock and pushed hard. With one thrust, he was fully embedded in her cunt, with his balls resting against her bum. Taking hold of her legs, he closed them together so that they rested on his shoulders. Finally, he wrapped his hands round her thighs so that he could pull himself forwards. He was now ready to fuck her and it wasn't going to be a gentle fuck.

He withdrew slightly then thrust hard and then did the same again. He was now pounding into her with long deep strokes. Her hands were gripping the edges of the table to stop her body being shoved across it with each thrust. He looked down at her tits. Every time his cock hit her cervix, her whole body shook and her tits rippled around like a pair of jellies in an earthquake. He was pounding her with everything he had. "Squeeze your cunt muscles together."

When she started squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles, he called out: "Yes ... harder." He hadn't been pounding her very long, but he was almost ready to dump a load of hot cum right up her cunt. He continued pounding. It didn't take much longer before he felt that familiar intense burning in his balls. The underside of his cock was now incredibly sensitive too. Her silky wet hole was sucking him back in every time he pulled away before each thrust.

Eventually, he rammed his cock right in and flooded her with his hot cum. He pulled away and did the same again. He continued pumping until there was nothing left to pump. Still panting, he let go of her thighs and she dropped her legs off his shoulders. He looked down. His cock was still buried deep inside her. She hadn't come this time, but he'd made her come earlier when she was on his lap, so he wasn't too concerned.

He backed away and his cock popped out; He was pleasantly surprised to see that it was still quite firm. As his cock withdrew, she closed her legs. He stood there, still breathing heavily, looking down at her.

"Open your legs." She did so. Oh, how he loved it!

He looked down at her well used cunt. There was spunk everywhere. It was all over her legs and more was dripping out of her cunt, down onto her arse. He took hold of his cock and stroked his hand up and down. Should he do her again?

His cock was twitching in his hand as he continued to stroke it. Meanwhile, she just lay there, with her legs spread wide for his pleasure. It was so inviting. His cock had shown no sign of shrinking; in fact it was hardening. He made a decision and stepped forward. He'd never done what he had in mind with her before, but this was too good an opportunity to miss. He was hard enough and there was ample lubrication available.

He rubbed his cock against her cum-splattered legs and cunt, coating it with his spunk and then pulling away from her cunt, bent it down slightly with his fingers and thrust hard. She cried out in pain. She hadn't been expecting that, but with so much natural lubrication, at least he hadn't torn her apart. Although she'd never been fucked there before, she knew roughly what to expect. "Relax and it won't hurt," a friend had once told her. Two more thrusts and he was fully inside her. God, she was tight up there, much tighter than in her cunt.

After waiting a bit for her to get used to him stretching her, he started pumping again. Once more she was gripping the edges of the table to stop herself sliding away. She had now got used to the invasion and was starting to find it quite pleasant. He continued thrusting.

He pounded away at her for ages before he felt another climax approaching. She too was breathing heavily and moaning with each thrust. As far as he could tell, they were moans of pleasure, not pain.

He increased his pace. His climax was approaching at last. She suddenly cried out: "Yes, please don't stop, I'm coming. Aaarrrggghhh." She was having her first ever anal orgasm. He came too, pumping what cum he had left, right up her backside. He continued pumping until they both came down from their peaks. Well, he thought, that was an unexpected bonus.

He pulled out and stepped back. As before, she closed her legs. He looked at her. He just had to have another look.

"Open your legs." Once again, she did so.

He looked down at her; spunk was dribbling out of both holes and more spunk was smeared over her legs and belly. He helped her from the table. "Jane, that was fantastic. I hope you enjoyed it too."

"Yes mi Lord, I wasn't expecting to, but I did. Thank you, mi Lord."

Lord Fenwick washed his cock and the area around it using a small cloth that lay next to a basin of water and dressed. "Jane, please feel free to wash yourself too if you wish."

"Thank you, mi Lord. I'll sort myself out in my room, if I may." She started to dress herself again.

When they were both dressed, he thanked her again and dismissed her. She wasn't as pretty as Mary, but she had fabulous tits and like Mary, was a great fuck. He must do her more often, especially in her arse. He wondered what Mary would be like in the arse too.

Jane walked towards the door. "Thank you, mi Lord." She left the room and climbed the stairs to her own room to clean away the sticky mess that he had deposited between her legs, before returning to the kitchen.

*****

While Jane had been attending to the needs of her master upstairs, Edwina and Mary had been busy in the kitchen. There was luncheon to prepare for his lordship and late breakfasts to prepare for the various servants. Edwina put the finishing touches to two baskets of food and handed them to Mary. "Breakfasts for Nelson and Wallace," she announced. "That husband of mine said something about working in the vegetable garden today, so you'll probably find him there. And remember, you're on duty, so no dilly-dallying with Nelson."

"Alright, Edwina." Mary took the two baskets and headed out through the scullery into the garden. She immediately spotted a figure at the far end of the lawn, but whoever it was disappeared behind a hedge. Probably Wallace, she thought, so she set off in that direction.

It was indeed Wallace. He was trimming the hedges at the far end of the formal garden. "Well, good morning, young lady. How are you today?"

"Very well, thank you. I missed you yesterday. Were you out?"

"Yes, the beetroots and cabbages that I planted earlier in the year were all eaten by insects, so I had to go into town to buy some more seeds from the market. I've got to plant them later. Must remember to give the receipts and change to Mrs. Roberta." 

"I've brought your breakfast for you." She handed one of the baskets to him.

He thanked her and she turned and walked off towards the stables to find Nelson. He watched her go. Fine bit of arse, that one. Wouldn't mind a go at her sometime.

Nelson was busy cleaning tackle when Mary walked into the stables and as soon as he saw her, he rushed up to her, scooped her into his arms and started kissing her. "I've been waiting for you. I want you so bad."

"I want you too, but I haven't got time now. I'm on duty and so are you for that matter." She could feel his cock pressing into her through their clothes. Her head was spinning; she wanted him, but now was not the time.

He resumed kissing her and started groping her tits. He needed her and he needed her right now. She broke away from his kiss. "Their lordships are both out tonight, so I've got the evening off. I could come and spend some time with you then, if you want. You're in the cottage at the far end aren't you?"

"Last-but-one cottage. When can you come?"

"As soon as they've gone and I've tidied up, I guess."

He was still playing with her tits and he started kissing her again. She could feel herself getting wet between her legs. It was going to be agony waiting until tonight.

He could tell she was wavering. "I need you now."

By spotting Wallace straightaway instead of having to search the whole grounds for him, she'd bought herself a few precious minutes. She made a decision. "If I let you have a quickie now, will you promise to take care of me properly this evening?"

He nodded: "Yes."

"But you must take care of me properly tonight. Girls like lots of foreplay followed by a really long fuck. Quickies don't do much for most girls, so if I let you have one, you'll owe me lots of attention tonight."

He nodded again. "Yes, I promise." Under the circumstances, he would have promised anything to get his cock back into her right then, but this seemed to him like the deal of the century: The hottest girl on the planet was offering to let him fuck her and in exchange, all he had to do was fuck her again later!

She looked around and spotted an old cart, suitably hidden from the stable doors in one of the stalls. It had a ledge at the back, which looked to be about the same height as Lord Fenwick's desk. That would do fine for what she had in mind. She lowered the basket with his breakfast in it to the ground and led him over to the cart. After wiping the dust off the ledge with her hand, she leant down and rested her upper body on the ledge. "Lift my dress up and take me from behind."

It took Nelson a couple of seconds to work out what she meant, but when he did, a broad grin grew on his face. He stepped up behind her and lifted the hem of her dress up and onto her back. Her bare arse came into view. Her legs were slightly apart and he could see her cunt. It was wet. He fingered her for a minute or so with one hand, whilst undoing the buttons on the front of his breeches with the other.

When he was ready, he removed his fingers from her cunt, aimed his cock at it and slowly pushed it in. Ah, fabulous, so soft and welcoming, silky smooth and warm. Absolute heaven. Taking hold of her hips with both hands he started to pump. Within two minutes, his cock erupted and filled her with cum. It had been a nice climax and he was as happy as could be. He withdrew and Mary stood again, her dress falling back down as she did so.




Ableside Manor Ch. 02



Mary had enjoyed it too, but she had known all along that she wouldn't reach her peak in the time it takes a 20 year old boy who's in a hurry to do so. But now he owed her big time and she was looking forward to being repaid later. Meanwhile, her cunt was on fire and she was going to have a hard time waiting until the evening.

She put her arms round him. "Is that better now?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "It was fabulous, really fabulous and you're so pretty. I can't wait till tonight." She laughed when she saw the enormous grin on his face.

"Don't forget: I want a lot of foreplay and a really long fuck tonight. I want you to make me come like I've never come before."

He nodded again: "Yes, I promise. Only one fuck tonight though?" he asked.

She laughed again: "If you can manage half a dozen, then so much the better. I'll see you later." She turned and left.

*****

When Mary got back to the kitchen, Jane had just returned from servicing Lord Fenwick and was helping Edwina. Mary decided to pre-empt any awkward questions about the time she'd taken to deliver the two baskets of food. "Wallace wasn't in the vegetable garden after all. I eventually found him at the far end of the lawn, trimming a hedge."

"Good," said Edwina, "the next job is to get those vegetables peeled."

She'd got away with it, but she could feel Nelson's cum running down the insides of her legs and needed an excuse to go up to her room to sort herself out. "Is it alright if I go and change these shoes? They're hurting my feet today for some reason."

"Go on then, but don't take all day." Mary rushed off and climbed the stairs to the servants' quarters. Once in her room, she lifted her dress and wiped away all Nelson's cum, taking time to get as much as possible out of her cunt too. She slipped on a different pair of shoes and headed off back towards the kitchen.

Lord Fenwick was still in his retreat. After making use of Jane's body, he had read the letter that he had received from Sir Reginald. He needed to think about some of the points in the letter and decided to take a stroll round the grounds - he always thought better when walking in the fresh air. As he stepped out of his retreat, he heard a strange noise. He stopped to listen.

There it was again. It sounded like a woman screaming and it was coming from the servants' staircase. He turned and ran along the corridor to the door at the far end and pulled it open.

"Let go of me. I said 'no' and I mean 'no'." The woman screamed again. "James, you're hurting me; let me go." It was Mary's voice.

"Shut up, you bitch; I know you want it!"

Lord Fenwick ran up the stairs to the top floor, just in time to see Mary's feet as she was being dragged into the butler's room. The butler kicked the door shut. Lord Fenwick ran along the corridor and threw it open again.

Mary was lying half on the bed with the butler's hand up her dress. The top of her dress was torn and her tits were hanging out. The butler heard the door opening and turned to see who had burst in: "What the fuck? ... Oh, Lord Fenwick, I'm sorry, I didn't realise it was you." He quickly removed his hand from Mary's cunt and stood to face Lord Fenwick. Mary slumped down into a heap on the floor.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"Begging your pardon, mi Lord; I was, er ... We were just ..." The butler stood there, red as a beetroot.

"You were just what exactly, James?"

"We were, erm ... just sort of getting to know each other ... you know, like when two people like each other a lot."

"I see," said Lord Fenwick. "So the two of you were just getting ready to make love to each other? Is that the case Mary?"

"Yes, mi Lord," replied the butler.

"James, I didn't ask you." He turned to Mary: "Mary, is that the case?"

Mary shook her head. She then realised that her tits were on display and pulled the torn dress together to hide them, although both men had seen and played with them many times. "I kept saying 'no', mi Lord - I didn't want it."

"Yes, I heard you. It didn't sound like you were consenting to me, but I needed to ask, just to check. Why were you both up here in the first place, when you are both supposed to be downstairs on duty?" He looked at the butler.

"I, erm ..." He couldn't think of a good reason.

"And you Mary?"

"I came up to change my shoes which were hurting my feet. I asked Edwina first and she said it would be alright if I was quick about it, mi Lord."

"I see; that's alright then, Mary."

Lord Fenwick walked over to her and held out his hand to help her to her feet. She was rubbing the side of her head and when she stopped to take his hand, he noticed a red mark on her head. "What have you done to your head?"

"I'm not sure, mi Lord. I think I might have banged it on the door frame, but I'm not sure."

He stooped down to examine the mark and gently rubbed it with a couple of fingers. "I don't think there's much damage, but you'll probably have a bruise in the morning." He led her over to a chair, sat her down on it and turned to the butler.

"James, as you probably know or at least should know by now, I don't have any objection if any of the male members of staff wish to indulge in any form of sexual encounter with any of the female staff, providing that two conditions are met: 1) They do so in their own time and 2) They do so with the consent of the female concerned. In this case, neither condition appears to have been met. Furthermore, to make matters worse, you then proceeded to lie to me by claiming that Mary had consented, when it was clear even before I entered the room that this was not the case."

"Yes, mi Lord; I'm sorry, mi Lord."

"As it happens, Lady Fenwick and I had already decided to ask Mrs. Roberta to talk to you about your performance, which appears to have dropped off to an unacceptable level recently. You're never around when needed. I believe you were warned about this a year or so ago when your performance similarly declined then. Is there any reason why your performance has deteriorated again?"

The butler struggled to find some excuse that might satisfy Lord Fenwick, but could think of nothing that might seem plausible. He didn't want to make up something implausible and risk angering him further. "No, mi Lord."

"Right, in that case and in view of your disgraceful behaviour this morning, followed by lying to try and put half of the blame on Mary, your services at Ableside Manor are no longer required. I will ..."

"But, mi Lord!"

"How dare you interrupt me, when I am speaking? You have until midday to collect your personal belongings together and remove yourself from the premises and grounds. If you are seen within the grounds at any time after that, both today or in the future, then the constabulary will be called and a charge of attempted rape will be filed against you. Do you have any questions?"

The butler just stood there for some time with a shocked expression on his face. "Er, yes, mi Lord. Begging your pardon, mi Lord, but I have served you faithfully for almost seven years now. Does this not merit some consideration?"

"Yes indeed. On your way out, you may call in at Mrs. Roberta's room. I will arrange for a suitable severance payment to be made available to you. That will be all, James."

Lord Fenwick turned and marched towards the door. "Mary, follow me." He opened the door and stood there waiting for her.

She was not used to having the door opened for her, especially by a Lord of the Realm, so it took her a couple of seconds to react. She jumped to her feet and walked through the open door. "Thank you, mi Lord." She smiled - that was nice, she could get used to being treated like a lady.

He closed the door gently and set off along the corridor, down the servants' stairs and along to the housekeeper, Mrs. Roberta's room, with Mary struggling to keep up behind him. He knocked and without waiting to be told to enter, opened the door and marched in.

"How dare ... Oh, I'm sorry, mi Lord; I didn't realise it was you." She started to stand up.

"No matter, Mrs. Roberta and please remain seated. There's no point in aggravating your arthritis unnecessarily." She sat down again, turning her chair to face him as she did so.

He turned to Mary who was still waiting outside. "Come in Mary, and close the door after you."

Mrs. Roberta looked at Mary who was clearly distressed. She wondered what on earth the wretched girl had done to deserve being marched into her room by Lord Fenwick. Must have been caught red-handed flogging the family silver or something similar.

"Mrs. Roberta, I heard a scream and when I investigated, I caught James trying to rape Mary."

Mrs. Roberta gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh, my God, poor child. No wonder she looks distraught."

"Yes, well, anyway, I have informed him his services are no longer required and that if he is not off the premises by midday, then you will call the constabulary and press charges of rape. In view of his length of service, please provide him with three months' wages; he will drop by on his way out to collect the money. Do you have enough in your kitty for this?"

She thought for a few moments, working out the arithmetic. "Yes, mi Lord, but on Monday, I have to pay the ..."

"I will replenish your kitty before then."

"Yes, mi Lord."

"Meanwhile, Mary needs a replacement dress, unless this one can be repaired. It was torn during the fracas. Also, she has banged her head. I'll leave her in your good hands to administer some iodine or whatever you normally apply to bruises." Tincture of iodine was not suitable for bruises, but she nodded anyway. "Are there any questions?"

"Should I subtract the cost of the dress from his severance pay, mi Lord?"

He thought about it before answering. "Not if he goes quietly, but if he causes any problems, then yes. I'll leave the decision in your hands. Anything else?"

"Er, yes, do you want me to look for a replacement butler, mi Lord?"

"Not at the moment; I was thinking of making a few changes to the staffing arrangements anyway." When he noticed a look of anxiety on their faces, he continued: "But no one else's job is threatened." The two women looked relieved. "Any other questions?" 

"No, mi Lord."

"Very well then; thank you, Mrs. Roberta." He turned and walked out, leaving her to attend to Mary.

With some cold water applied to her face and with a new dress, Mary was soon feeling much better. After ten minutes or so, she was able to return to the kitchen. Lord Fenwick had already been there and had informed Edwina and Jane about what had happened, without going into too much detail.

"Are you alright?" they both enquired, when she walked in.

"Yes, I'm fine now."

Edwina put her to work, but only allocated lighter tasks to her and Luncheon was soon ready to be served.

In the late afternoon, it was time for Nelson and Wallace to get their second meal of the day, but this time, Edwina sent Jane. She took the two baskets and set off as Mary had done earlier. She found Wallace first; he was now in the vegetable garden, planting the seeds he had bought the day before. He stood when she approached and stretched his back. "Oh, this is back-breaking work."

"A good massage, that's what you need."

"You offering?"

"Would do, but I'm on duty; where does it hurt?"

He rubbed his cock. "Just here."

She laughed. "Somehow, that's what I thought. If we were somewhere more private and if your wife wasn't waiting for me, I'd sort it out for you right now."

"It's been some time since you last did that. I thought you'd gone off the idea."

"No, not at all. We'll have to arrange a suitable time and place and maybe you can help me with a small ache I've got too."

"Love too!" He looked at her closely. Ah, those tits - fabulous. He loved fucking her, but the opportunity rarely arose.

"When is your next afternoon off?"

She thought for a few moments. "Probably Thursday, I guess."

"Well, I might just have to schedule mowing the long grass in the field behind that copse over there on that day, while you 'go into town'."

She smiled. "Sounds like that might be good opportunity. Don't cut all the grass short too early." She handed him his basket of food, turned and went in search of Nelson. He watched her go. Was she wiggling her backside deliberately?

*****

Nelson looked up as she walked into the stable. "Hello, where's Mary?"

"She's working I'm afraid, so I've come instead. I've brought your supper."

He was trying to hide his disappointment, but when she bent down to place his basket of food on the ground, his eyes lit up. She'd loosened the straps on her dress slightly before leaving the kitchen so that he'd get a better view and she could tell from his face that he liked what he saw.

Nelson's mind was working overtime. He'd clearly seen both tits; they were enormous - much bigger than Mary's. He would love to get his hands on them. "Er, thank you, Jane," he stuttered.

"Is something wrong?" she enquired innocently.

"Er, no, not at all; er, it's just that ..."

"Oh, I'm sorry," interrupted Jane, "I didn't mean to embarrass you. You must have been able to see right down my dress when I bent forward. How awful!"

"Er, yes ... I mean no, it wasn't awful. Er, ... well, I did sort of see everything, but I didn't mean to, honest."

"Well then, tell me, did you like seeing what you didn't mean to see?"

"Very much; they're fabulous."

"Oh, thank you. Maybe I'll show them to you properly some time." She looked down at the large bulge that had formed at the front of his breeches. "I can see that you like that idea!"

Nelson went bright red. He'd been caught out. "Er, yes, I'd love to see them properly."

Jane looked around. There was nobody else in sight. "Would a quick peep satisfy you?" She struggled not to laugh at that silly idea - of course it wouldn't satisfy him.

"Er, yes please!"

She looked around again before slipping the straps of her dress off her shoulders and sliding her dress down several inches. Two big, bouncy boobs sprang into view.

"Oh, my God," exclaimed Nelson, "they're fabulous." He just stood there staring at her tits. Compared to Mary's, they were gigantic.

"You can touch them if you want to." Again, she was struggling not to laugh - another silly statement - of course he wanted to.

He stepped forward, reached up with both hands and started groping her tits. "Wow, they're absolutely fabulous."

"I'm glad you like them. I couldn't let you play with Mary's and not mine could I? That wouldn't be fair, would it? And in any case, we share everything, you know."

Nelson was busy playing with her tits and almost didn't hear a word she said, but eventually, some of what she had said registered.

"Er, no, I guess that wouldn't be fair."

Jane stepped back and pulled the top of her dress back up. Her tits disappeared from view again. She'd achieved what she had set out to achieve - he was interested - it was just a case of 'where' and 'when', but no longer 'if'. She smiled. "I suppose I ought to get back to the kitchen." She turned and walked off.

"Bye and thank you," he called out as she disappeared from view. Wow, he thought, those tits were fabulous. His mind was still working overtime. He now desperately wanted to fuck her whilst playing with those enormous tits. He wondered what the rest of her body was like. Would she writhe about underneath him like Mary did when he had fucked her? Would her cunt be soft, wet and welcoming like Mary's? He had to think of a way to find out.

*****

In the kitchen, Edwina was feeling relaxed. Their lordships would be dining at the Summer Ball, so she didn't have to prepare anything for them, there was a large cottage pie ready to go in the oven for the servants and Mary had almost finished preparing the vegetables. The only thing that she had to check was what time the coach would need to set off because Frank, the coach driver, would need feeding beforehand. She looked at the clock. It was almost five-fifteen. She decided to put the cottage pie in the oven now so that it would be ready in time for Frank.

"What's next?" asked Jane, on her return from the stables.

"That's it in here, though Mrs. Roberta might have some other jobs for you."

Jane knocked on Mrs. Roberta's door and was told to enter. "We've finished in the kitchen for now. Is there anything else we have to do today?"

"Have their lordship's bedrooms been done?"

"Yes, we did them earlier - and Lord Fenwick's retreat."

"Good." Mrs. Roberta looked at a chart on her desk. She ticked a couple of lines. "The only other thing is the drawing room. That needs sweeping and dusting then you can both finish for the day after washing up any supper dishes, of course. Also, one of you needs to be available when they return from the ball in case they want anything. In view of this morning's debacle, I'm going to ask you to do that. They'll probably be back at about one o'clock."

"We'll do the drawing room. Is there anything else?"

"No, I don't think so. It's so much easier in the summer, when there are no messy fires producing soot to clear up. How's Mary, by the way?"

"Oh, she's fine. She feels a bit guilty having been the cause of James being fired."

"Well, she needn't be. I might not be as mobile as I used to be, but I'm still very aware of everything that goes on in this house. Now that he's gone, I don't think I'm speaking out of line by saying that he probably wouldn't have lasted much longer here anyway."

Jane thanked her and returned to the kitchen, where Mary, having finished the vegetables, was chatting to Edwina. "Come on, we've got the drawing room to do, then that's it."

The two girls were back from the drawing room in no time and the cottage pie was ready soon after that. Frank, who had returned with Lady Fenwick, joined the rest of the servants for their evening meal before setting off later with their lordships to the ball.

*****

Mary's excitement grew as she walked the short distance to the servants' cottages beyond the stables. Her cunt was on fire and Nelson had promised to pay extra attention to the problem. She knew she would have to explain exactly what remedial action was required, but it was all part of his training. She knocked on the door of the last-but-one cottage. Within seconds, Nelson yanked it open, grabbed her arm and pulled her inside without even saying 'hello'.

He pushed the door to and immediately began kissing her. She extricated herself from his arms. "Slow down - we've got all evening." Well, he's certainly keen, she thought.

"I've been waiting for you. I was beginning to think you weren't coming."

"I came as soon as I could." She wandered around, inspecting the room. There wasn't much to inspect: a small couch, a table and a chair. A tall cupboard that had seen better days leant against the far wall. She sat on the couch and patted the space next to her to get him to join her. 

"What have you done to your head?" he asked.

"Oh, I knocked it on a door frame; it's a bit red now, but it'll be fine tomorrow." He looked concerned, but she ignored it. "Tell me about yourself." They sat there for some time exchanging life stories and the conversation inevitably turned to sex. "How come a handsome 20 year old like you hasn't had a whole load of girls already?"

"There never was any around - at least not pretty ones like you."

She smiled. "So, what did you think when I let you fuck me for the first time yesterday?"

"It was fabulous - much better that anything I'd ever imagined. Can't wait to do it again. You're so pretty."

"It's my turn tonight to get most of the attention - you promised, remember?"

"Yes, I'll do anything you want."

"Good, well, you can start by kissing me."

He didn't need to be told twice and soon his hand was mauling at her tits too. After a bit, his hand started travelling south, but she made no attempt to stop him. He pulled her dress up and slid his hand underneath. As his hand crept across the soft bare skin of her legs towards her cunt, goose pimples spread all down her legs. After fingering her cunt for a few seconds, he transferred his attention to her clit. She was pleased - he'd remembered what she had told him yesterday. She let him play with her for a long time as her excitement grew. Yes, she thought, if he carries on like that, he'll make me cum in no time. Reaching up, she pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and pulled her dress down a little to expose her tits. "Kiss them, but don't stop fingering me."




Ableside Manor Ch. 02



Leaning forward, he started licking and kissing her nipples. Mary was now on fire, her climax was building fast. "Yes, don't stop, that's perfect." Seconds later, she gasped and shuddered all over. "Keep going ... aarrrghhhh, yes." She eventually calmed down and he removed his hand from under her dress. "Well!" she exclaimed. "You made me come. But I want a lot more tonight - just like that, only ten times stronger - and not by using your finger."

He grinned. "Anything you say. I like it when you come."

"You've been very patient - I bet that cock of yours is feeling a little lonely."

"Yes, it's very hot too, cooped up in my breeches."

"I guess we'll have to do something about that, won't we?" He nodded. "Does it need some fresh air?" He nodded again.

She slid off the couch and knelt between his legs. He didn't realise it yet, but with what she had in mind, the pleasure was going to exceed anything he'd ever experienced before, so much so, that he was in danger of having a heart attack. She undid the buttons on the flap at the front of his breeches and pulled his cock out. It was rock hard and had been, ever since she'd arrived at the door. She ran her fingers up and down it, examining the vicious looking curve in it, and felt underneath for his balls. He lifted himself slightly off the couch to give her better access. He was already breathing heavily. Each time she rubbed her hand down his cock, he gasped. He must be close to coming already, she realised. She continued playing with his cock and balls, being careful not to pump too hard.

Glancing up at him she saw that his head was right back as if he was examining the ceiling and his hands were gripping the cushions on the couch. His chest was heaving in and out and he was now moaning almost continuously. She smiled; he had no idea what she was about to do. It wasn't fair really - it was like sending a lamb to the slaughter.

Without warning, she leant forward and rammed her mouth down onto his cock. He almost jumped out of his skin. She started sucking and pumping. His hips were now bucking up and down and his hands came forward to hold her head. "Oh, Jesus, that's incredible, oh, my God, don't stop." She continued sucking and pumping. "Stop or you'll make me come ... I can't hold out much longer ... Stop or you'll get cum in your mouth ... Oh Jesus."

She didn't stop. He tried to pull her off his cock, but he was still bucking his hips up and down at the same time. "I'm commminnnng. Arrrghhhhh." He pumped away, spurting jets of cum into her throat, crying out as he did so. When he was done, his hands slumped down onto the couch. He was exhausted. She looked at him and swallowed.

"Oh, Jesus! I'm sorry, I couldn't stop myself. I didn't mean to come in your mouth, but I just couldn't control myself."

"You were supposed to come in my mouth."

He looked at her. "I was?" She climbed back onto the couch beside him.

"Yes, it's called a blow job. Men seem to love them, apparently."

He'd heard of blow jobs before; a couple of his friends had told him they'd had them from various girls, but he had never known what they were and had been too embarrassed to ask. He beamed from ear to ear. "Incredible."

When his breathing returned to normal, he was still grinning. "But what about you? Didn't you want me to come in your cunt?"

"Of course I do. But if I'd let you fuck me straightaway, it would have all been over in five minutes. Now that you've come once already, you'll be able to last hours when I let you put that cock of yours inside me. But there's more things to do before then."

"Like what?"

"Well, it's my turn for some attention now, but I think we should go up to your bedroom first."

He led her up the stairs to the bedroom above. It was sparsely furnished like the downstairs room, but it had a solid looking bed. They were going to need that.

"You can undress me if you want."

She kicked her shoes off as he lifted her dress up over her head. He carefully placed the dress on a chair and turned to face her. Wow, she's naked! He'd never seen a naked girl before. She was different to men, apart from her tits and sex, of course. She curved in at her waist and her skin was much smoother. Wow!

Mary climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. She watched him undress. When he was naked too, he joined her on the bed. "I want you to kiss me all over my body, starting with my neck." He did as he was told, kissing her neck first for a few minutes and then moving slowly down towards her tits. He licked and kissed all round her tits and on the sides of her body. Returning to her tits, he paid special attention to her nipples. She was now breathing heavily again and gasping and twitching whenever he hit a particularly sensitive spot. He continued down and kissed her tummy and sides, but that didn't seem to have much effect on her.

"Kiss my feet." He moved down the bed and started on her feet. She let him continue for a few minutes. "And my legs." He started at her ankles and gradually moved up. "The insides of my legs are really sensitive." He was now kneeling beside her, with his feet hanging off the side of the bed, kissing the lower parts of her legs. She reached up and felt his cock - it was nice and hard again. "Get between my legs." He got off the bed and walked round to the end. She opened her legs for him. Wow; he could see her cunt glistening with the moisture that had escaped from it.

"Kiss the insides of my legs." He knelt between her legs and resumed his kissing. "Higher." He moved up; he was now kissing her near her knees. She opened her legs wider. "Higher still." He was now kissing her inner thighs. She was panting loudly; his tongue was doing all sorts of magical things to her.

"Do you know what I want next?" she asked.

"Er, I'm not sure."

"It's something very special for a girl."

He was looking at her cunt, his head just a few inches away from it.

"What I want now is really special - girls love it."

He continued to look between her legs, but still wasn't sure what she wanted. "Use your fingers to gently part my lips."

He did as he was told. "Can you see my clit - it sticks out just above my cunt."

"Yes."

"You know how I gave you a blow job downstairs. Girls like having their cunt and clit licked and kissed and sucked too. It's very special for a girl." She rested her head back on the bed and waited. He was still looking at her cunt and clit.

"Arrrgh, yes, that's it. Don't stop. Oh, my God, that's fantastic. Stick a couple of fingers in my cunt at the same time. Oh, God, I love it." Each time his tongue grated across her clit, she cried out. He was finger fucking her at the same time. God, he's a fast learner, she thought. Her excitement was growing by the second. She reached down and took hold of his head between her hands so that she could control the pace. "Yes, I'm going to come, oh, my God, that's fantastic ... Arrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhh, yes."

Suddenly she pulled his head off her. "Ram that cock into me right now! Fuck me senseless."

In one swift motion, he was in her. He pumped away furiously. Her climax that had started when he was tonguing her hadn't stopped. She was enjoying one long continuous orgasm. He head was thrashing from side to side and she was wriggling her body underneath him. If he hadn't already come when they were downstairs, he would certainly have done so by now. The vicious looking curve in his cock was scraping against the top side of her cunt causing sparks to fly inside her. She was still thrashing about underneath him. "Don't stop. Don't stop."

He pumped away without so much as a pause. Being a young 20 year old, used to physical labour, he was very fit. But sweat was pouring of his brow and dripping down onto her, though she was too far gone to notice. "Oh, God, yes, don't stop." Her eyes were closed, but she could see streaks of light criss-crossing her vision.

He was still pumping hard, but he was tiring now. They'd been at it for God knows how long and she still hadn't come down from her orgasm. "Oh, God, you'll have to stop, I don't think I can take much more."

He could feel his own climax approaching. He needed to come too; he didn't have the energy to last much longer and there was no way she would let him take a rest. With one last Herculean effort, he ramped up the pace. "Oh, God, I can't take any more. Arrrggghhhh, don't stop."

When he erupted into her cunt, she cried out again. He pumped away until he was fully satisfied, then slumped down on top of her. They were both completely worn out. He slid off her to the side and they both just lay there in silence, too exhausted to talk.

"That was some fuck," she eventually exclaimed. "God, I've never had an orgasm that's lasted so long." On reflection, she realised that Lord Fenwick had given her plenty like that, but she wasn't about to confess to that.

He was beaming with pride. The success had gone to his head. "Give me ten minutes and I'll do you again."

"What, you kidding? I'm worn out."

"You said you wanted to be fucked six times, but you've only had one."

"That one was worth at least six."

They lay there together for some time, but his single bed was too small for both of them and eventually Mary decided it was time to get up and return to her own room.

They dressed and he wrapped her into his arms. "I really enjoyed that, I just love fucking you."

She looked at him. "I think I'm the one who should be saying 'thank you'. You fucked me senseless and gave me the biggest orgasm ever. I'll be back for more!"

She kissed him and walked back to the house.

*****

When Mary reached the kitchen, she spotted Jane, sitting by the stove. Even though it was mid-summer, the night air was a bit chilly and Jane had decided to keep warm near the dying embers of the stove.

"So, how did it go?"

"He fucked me senseless."

"I wasn't expecting you back this soon."

Mary looked at the clock. "Over two hours - I'm worn out, though he wanted to do it again."

"How's his training coming on?"

"Seems pretty complete to me. Why don't you find out for yourself: last-but-one cottage? Anyway, I'm off to bed. Don't wake me when you come up."

Mary left Jane sitting in the kitchen. Jane had been well and truly fucked by Lord Fenwick earlier in the day, but all this talk of Nelson's prowess had started her juices flowing again.

"Maybe I will," she muttered to herself. She looked at the clock. Their lordships wouldn't be back for several hours yet and she had nothing better to do. She got up and headed off to Nelson's cottage.

She knocked on the door and after a short delay, Nelson opened it. "Hello again - oh, I'm sorry, I thought it was Mary."

"She's gone to bed. You've worn her out."

"Did she say that?"

"Yes, so I thought I'd drop by and see if you're worn out too."

"No, I'm fine, are you coming in?"

"Thank you." She walked in and sat down on the couch where Mary had sat earlier. He joined her. "I hope you didn't think I was being too forward earlier when I, er ... showed you my boobs."

"No, not at all. I really enjoyed seeing them. You said you might show them to me again some time."

She smiled at him. "Well, yes, I did say that, didn't I?"

They both sat there looking at each other for some time.

"Please."

She smiled again, then pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders as she had done earlier and pulled her dress down a little to expose her tits. He had after all, said 'please', so how could she refuse?

"They're fabulous." He raised his hand and started to fondle them. "Can I kiss them?"

"Well, I don't normally allow men to kiss my tits before they've even kissed me on the mouth."

With his hand still on her tit, he leant forward and started kissing her mouth. It hadn't taken him long to work that one out, she thought. As he kissed her, he continued to maul her tits, first one and then the other. She could feel the usual tingling feeling developing between her legs when anyone touched her tits.

He didn't want to frighten her away, but he was desperate to move on to the next stage. After a bit, he dropped his hand down to her side and began massaging her thigh. She didn't object or flinch away. So he moved his hand round onto the top of her leg. She still didn't flinch. Emboldened by this, he moved his had between her legs. She still didn't flinch, but he noticed her breathing had deepened considerably. He started rubbing his hand up and down the valley between her legs. Time to be really bold. He started to slowly bunch the material of her dress up onto her lap. She was kissing him passionately now. When his hand met the bare skin of her leg, she jumped slightly, but still continued to kiss him. He was growing in confidence.

Very slowly, he started moving his hand up her leg under her dress. She broke away from his kiss and hugged him close to her. She had been having difficulty getting sufficient air through her nose when kissing him. He could now hear her moaning quietly. As his hand approached the top of her leg, her moaning increased. He grinned - she was going to let him!

Finally, his finger reached its target. It was dripping wet. He inserted his finger to moisten it and then started playing with her clit. Still clinging on to him, she was gasping out loudly now. She started rubbing her tits against his chest. He continued to finger her and could tell by her gasps and moans that she was approaching her climax. But when it came, it still took him by surprise, probably because she was so different to Mary. She cried out loudly and pressed her tits hard against his chest, whilst rubbing them from side to side. After a few minutes, her breathing returned to normal and she leant back on the couch and looked at him.

"Well, you're a naughty boy, aren't you?"

"Yes," replied, "and I want to take you upstairs do even naughtier things to you."

"Oh, like what?"

"I want to fuck you."

She feigned a shocked expression on her face. "What after you've just fucked Mary?"

"That was nearly an hour ago and as you can see, I've made a full recovery."

She looked down at his crotch. "Hmm, it does look as if that might be the case. Do you think I should check, just to make sure?"

"That's probably a good idea; I wouldn't want to make a lady all excited only to disappoint her later."

She undid the buttons on his breeches and fished his cock out and immediately noticed the vicious curve that Mary had commented on. "It looks hard enough, but how sensitive is it? It would be a shame for it to go to all the trouble of pleasing a lady if it isn't sensitive enough to enjoy the experience itself."

"I don't know."

"Better find out then." She leant forward and sucked the end. He jumped and gasped out loud. She took it further into her mouth and sucked it again. He continued to gasp with pleasure. She sat back up again. "I think it's passed the test." He was panting now and wanted more, but she'd left him hanging.

"I need to fuck you right now!"

Jane smiled to herself; men were so easy to manipulate! He jumped off the couch and taking her hand, led her up to his bedroom.

"Are you going to take your dress off?"

"Well, I don't normally take my dress off in front of men I don't know very well, but since you've already had your fingers in my cunt, I suppose I can make an exception in your case. But only if you promise to finger me again."

"I can do better than that," he announced.

"Oh, interesting! I'd better take it off then." She kicked her shoes off and lifted her dress off over her head.

For the second time that evening, a naked girl stood in front of him in his bedroom. This one had incredible tits too. She climbed onto the bed and shuffled about trying to find a dry spot, but Mary had soaked most of it earlier. Oh, well, she thought, it's going to get soaked again anyway if he does his job right and it wouldn't be the first time that she'd been fucked in the mess left behind by Mary. 

He undressed as quickly as he could and instead of sliding into the bed beside her, he walked round to the end of the bed and crept forward between her legs. As he did so, she opened her legs to make room for him. Without further ado, he leant down and began kissing her inner thighs.

My, God, she though, Mary has trained him well. I do believe he's going to do it. He worked his way up her legs until he was just inches away from her slit. He leant back a little to have a good look first then parted her lips with his fingers. Leaning forward again, he ran his tongue all the way up her slit. Jane cried out, just as Mary had done. Over the next few minutes, he licked and sucked her, paying special attention to her clit. When she came it was different to Mary. She sort of whimpered between gasps. "Jesus Christ, that's fucking good. Keep going. Please don't stop. Arghh, yes, arrrrghhhhh." He kept going till she stopped whimpering.

She was now just laying there, her legs splayed apart for him. He knelt between them, looking at her as if waiting for permission. "Well, are you going to fuck me or not?" Another silly question, she thought afterwards.

He lined his cock up and pushed it in. She felt totally different to Mary; much softer inside, but still wonderful. He was now thrusting hard. He'd already come twice that evening as well as once in the morning and had used a lot of energy, so he decided to come as quickly as possible. Playing with those tits would help. Propping himself up on one elbow, he began mauling them with his free hand. They were fabulous. Within minutes, he called out: "I'm coming, I'm coming!" Jane was waiting for this. She knew that the feeling of his spunk hitting her cervix would tip her over the edge too and she was almost there anyway.

"Yes, arrggghhhh, I'm ... Oh, God, yes." He pumped away and emptied his balls into the second girl of the evening. Fabulous, absolutely fabulous and so different to Mary.

Jane came too, as soon as his spunk squirted into her. She cried out and moaned out loudly too. It was just what she needed.

When it was all over, he slid off her to the side, but as he had discovered earlier, the bed wasn't really made for two and after a few minutes, they got up and dressed. He cradled her into his arms and kissed her. "I really enjoyed that, I just love fucking you." He realised as he said it that he'd said exactly the same thing to Mary earlier.

"Well, now that you've had both of us, which did you prefer?"

He might not have been the brightest spark in the land, but he certainly wasn't going to fall for that one. "You're both fabulous in different ways."

She laughed. "You men are all the same; as long as you get your cocks in us girls, that's all that matters. But we like it too, you know."

He smiled back at her - time to change the subject. "I hope you'll let me fuck you again?"

"Maybe," she teased, "and Mary might too."

After she had gone, Nelson undressed again and lay on his bed grinning from ear to ear. Yesterday morning, he'd been a virgin and now he'd notched up two conquests already. It was incredible; he'd just fucked two different girls in one evening! He couldn't get over how different they'd felt and how differently they'd moved under him. He was going to like working at Ableside Manor. His hand moved down to his cock and he started to stroke it. It was getting hard again. After rubbing it for a few minutes, he forced himself to stop; there was no point spraying any cum that might remain all over the bed, when with a bit of luck, he'd have somewhere better to spray it tomorrow. He turned over and went to sleep.

*****

At the ball, Lord and Lady Fenwick ate, drank, danced and socialised. He had identified one rather attractive looking lady, whose husband had apparently lost interest in her, leaving her needs unfulfilled and he had discreetly offered his services. They had made arrangements to meet in Oxford in a few days time.




Ableside Manor Ch. 03



Prelude

This chapter contains several long flashbacks. It should be clear where these start and finish, but to make sure that you have no problems, the flashbacks start and end with wavy lines: ~~~~

*****

It was Sunday morning and Mary knocked on Lord Fenwick's bedroom door. When there was no answer, she knocked again. Eventually, he told her to enter. "Begging your pardon, mi Lord, but Lady Fenwick sent me to wake you. She says you'll be late for church if you don't rise soon. Shall I open the curtains, mi Lord?"

He looked across the room at the clock. "My! Is that the time? Thank you Mary. Yes, open the curtains and please tell Lady Fenwick I'll be down shortly."

"Yes, mi Lord. I've brought some warm water for you to shave, mi Lord." She drew the curtains and left him to get ready. He slid out of bed, stretched a few times, quickly shaved and dressed in his Sunday attire. By the time he reached the dining room, Lady Fenwick had finished her breakfast and had returned to her room to get ready for church.

He was halfway through his breakfast, when she walked back into the dining room. She smiled at her husband. "You seemed to enjoy yourself at last night's ball. But you shouldn't mix mead and Champagne, you know. I bet you've got a terrible headache this morning."

"No, I'm alright, just a bit tired, that's all."

"Well, the coach is waiting. Are you nearly ready?"

"Give me two minutes and I'll be there." He quickly ate the rest of his breakfast, finished his coffee and rushed down to join his wife in the coach.

As soon as the coach set off, he fell asleep and she had to wake him on arrival. Several times during the service, he showed signs of falling asleep again, but she elbowed him gently in the ribs each time to keep him awake. She was glad when the service ended and quickly walked him outside, worried that he might throw up in the church; that would have been highly embarrassing.

Back in the coach, he seemed to perk up a bit. "It was good last night. I enjoyed the dancing, but as you know, I'm not much of a dancer. However, I do my best. If nothing else, my dancing serves to keep everyone else amused."

She laughed. "You improved a lot after a few glasses of mead and your performance on the dance floor was a lot better than your performance afterwards in the bedroom."

"What? Oh, yes, I remember now. Sorry about that."

"Never mind - it's your loss. I'm off to Elizabeth's for a few days. Are you sure you can't come with me? I'm leaving straight after we get back from church."

"Well, I would do, but you've probably forgotten, Reginald is coming to stay for a couple of days to talk about the new paper mill. We've got quite a bit more to sort out if we're going to open it this summer. But I'm sure you'll enjoy a few days with your sister without me there. When will you be back?"

"Oh, I'm looking forward to seeing her again and I'm sure I'll enjoy the break. You're always welcome to come along, you know. I'm planning to return on Saturday unless there's some special social event planned for Saturday evening."

"Pass on my best wishes and tell her I'll try and accompany you on your next visit."

They sat in silence for the rest of the coach trip home and he remembered how he had joined her in her bedroom after returning from the ball. Everything had started well enough, he had got hard, no problem, and had even mounted her, but before he could finish, the dreaded 'brewer's droop' had struck, so that was the end of that - too much alcohol. He had climbed off her and had promptly fallen asleep. When he had started snoring, she had woken him and kicked him out. His snoring was the reason that they had separate bedrooms in the first place. He had then staggered up the stairs to the next floor, had flopped into his own bed and was still there when Mary had woken him this morning.

When they got home, Jane had finished packing Lady Fenwick's trunk and the coach driver loaded it onto the coach. Lord Fenwick stood outside and waived his wife goodbye as the coach set off down the drive.

Meanwhile, the two servant girls were giggling as they cleared the dining table. "Which one of us do you think he'll want this morning?" Mary wondered.

"It's your turn," replied Jane, "he had me yesterday."

"As you know, it doesn't work like that; there's no pattern as to which one of us he wants. Maybe he tosses a coin." They both laughed. "I guess we'll find out soon enough." But he didn't want either of them that morning. He had other plans. In fact, he had been looking forward to today for some time.

As soon as his wife was gone, he walked back into the house and changed out of his Sunday morning attire. Donning a hat to keep the sun off his head, he set off on foot down the drive. He could have asked Nelson to take him in the spare coach, but he reasoned that the walk would clear his head and in any case, it was a lovely sunny day. He was on his way to his mistress's cottage, which was about a mile and a half away in the town. On the way, he reminisced about Genevieve and how she had become his mistress, all those years ago.

Genevieve and her husband, Pierre, the second son of a French aristocrat, had moved to England with their young daughter after some dreadful feud had forced them to flee from France about fourteen years previously. They had rented a house in the town and Pierre had invested what money they had managed to bring with them into a business importing French fashion accessories. The business had done reasonably well and Lord Fenwick had become a frequent customer. One day, Pierre and Lord Fenwick had been talking and Pierre had confided that he wanted to expand the business, but was hampered by a lack of money. The two of them had discussed it for some time and Lord Fenwick had eventually expressed an interest in investing in Pierre's business if the conditions were right. Pierre had subsequently invited him to his home for dinner to discuss the idea in more detail:-

~~~~ Lord Fenwick arrived at Pierre's house and knocked on the door. A few moments later, a very graceful, tall lady opened it and greeted him: "Hello, you must be Lord Fenwick. I'm Pierre's wife, Genevieve. Do come in." She stood aside to allow him to enter.

"Thank you, Genevieve. I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Pierre will be down in a minute; he's just sorting out some information for you. Can I offer you something to drink?"

Lord Fenwick was struggling not to stare at her. He had never seen such an elegant woman before. "Er, yes, a glass of white wine would be very welcome if you have any, thank you." She invited him to sit down and went to fetch the wine, just as Pierre walked in, carrying some documents.

"Lord Fenwick! Welcome to my home. I see you've already met my lovely wife."

"Yes, indeed and she certainly is lovely."

"I've put some notes together for you, but I suggest that we have dinner first - it's nearly ready, I gather." Genevieve returned with the wine and some glasses and the three of them chatted while the dinner cooked. After few minutes, a young girl walked in. "This is our daughter Claire; she's seven, though she prefers to say 'nearly eight'. Claire, say 'hello,' and then off to bed you go."

Claire said "hello," and a few minutes later, Genevieve disappeared with her to put her to bed, leaving the two men to discuss business. However, Lord Fenwick was having trouble focusing on what Pierre was saying. He was totally enthralled by Genevieve.

Later, over dinner, the three of them talked about a wide range of topics and Lord Fenwick marvelled at Genevieve's knowledge of current affairs, art and everything else that came up in the conversation. He was not used to this from a woman. And she was a real beauty too.

After dinner, Genevieve announced: "I'm going to leave you two to discuss business, while I retire. I have a book I'm keen to finish." The two men stood and Lord Fenwick thanked her profusely for the fabulous dinner she had provided. He kissed her goodnight on each cheek, French style and she left the room. Her perfume lingered behind her and again he had problems concentrating on what Pierre was telling him.

The two men continued their discussions late into the evening, but it had it soon became clear that there were a few issues to sort out before Lord Fenwick could consider investing in the business. However, Pierre was aware of the problems and was eager to obtain his advice.

After that first discussion, Lord Fenwick became a regular visitor to Pierre's home and with his guidance, several of the problems in the business were solved, but he was still not ready to commit money to the venture just yet.

Then one day, he arrived as arranged, only to find Genevieve and Claire in tears. In fact, Genevieve was utterly distraught. "Lord Fenwick, please forgive my appearance and the state of the house. I would have put you off coming, but I didn't have any way of contacting you." In between tears, she explained: "Pierre got himself involved in a dispute about something or other and one thing led to another and he was shot dead this morning in a duel."

Lord Fenwick was totally shocked. "Oh, my God! How awful. What a dreadful thing to happen. Should I perhaps leave you alone?"

"No, please stay for a while. It's good to have someone to talk to." He comforted the two women as best he could, but there was not much he could do to alleviate the pain they were both going through. When she regained some composure, Genevieve continued: "Not only have I lost my husband, but without his income from the business, I have no means of supporting myself and more importantly, of supporting Claire. I don't know what we're going to do."

He stayed with them as long as he could and promised to come back in a couple of days with some ideas. Two days later, he returned and spoke to Genevieve at length about the possibility of her running the business under his guidance, but there were numerous problems with that idea and the money was fast running out. She and her daughter would be homeless by the end of the month. On discovering this, he went straight to the landlord on the following morning and paid the next three months' rent. He then gave Genevieve sufficient cash to live on for three months. He had provided her with some breathing space and had asked for nothing in return.

Over the ensuing months, he continued to visit her often, trying to find a way to solve her problems. In the meantime, he had become totally infatuated with her; she was extremely attractive, she dressed well and was obviously a very intelligent woman. What's more, her expensive French perfume drove him wild. He was unable to get her out of his mind and after much soul-searching he eventually decided to try and make her his.

Shortly before the three months' rent ran out, he visited her with a proposition: He would provide her with a cottage and a generous monthly allowance if she agreed to become his mistress. Although he had not asked for anything in return for his generosity so far, she had realised that this could not last forever and she had been half expecting some such proposal. He was a handsome man, very polite and seemingly very caring, so she reckoned that this was probably going to be by far the best option that might come her way.

"Well," she said, hesitatingly, "I may be amenable to such an offer. Not to put too fine a point on it, it's the only viable proposal I've seen so far. But if I agree, where in the town would you propose to look for a cottage for me?"

"In the Greenhill district," was his immediate reply. She was surprised - that was a very fashionable part of town, well out of range of that which her late husband could have afforded. "I don't want my mistress living in some run down area, where it is unsafe for her to walk about," he declared.

"Greenhill is a lovely area; that would be a delightful place to live. What sort of allowance did you have in mind?"

When he told her, she was stunned. He went on to explain: "I would expect my mistress to dress well and continue to wear the sort of French perfumes that drive me wild. In any case, you need sufficient money to eat properly and to support and educate Claire."

Genevieve was thrilled. She would have accepted much less since the alternatives were unthinkable. "Is there anything else, I should know?" she enquired.

"Two things," he replied. "Firstly, as my mistress, you must be available for me to make love to you whenever I want, within reason and secondly, you must also make every effort to please me in any way that I want, again, within reason. By the way, I'm not into anything that causes pain to a lady."

She was expecting something along those lines and nodded. "Alright."

True to his word, Lord Fenwick found and purchased a lovely two bedroom cottage in the Greenhill district and had it renovated and furnished. Whilst that was being done he continued to pay the rent on the existing house. The whole process took a further three months, but at last, everything was ready and Genevieve and Claire moved in. During the six months since Pierre had died, he had not attempted to lay a finger on Genevieve.

Three days after the two women moved into their new cottage, he dropped by and told Genevieve that he wished to visit her alone and he asked her to arrange for Claire to be out on the following day. The day of reckoning had finally come for Genevieve.

The next day, Lord Fenwick arrived as agreed and used his key to let himself in. He had had his hair cut and was smartly dressed. Genevieve was sitting in the lounge waiting for him. She wore a simple deep red sleeveless dress and looked absolutely stunning. Lord Fenwick just stood there for ages admiring her. "Wow," he muttered under his breath. Eventually, he beckoned her over and she rose and walked into his outstretched arms for the first time.

He put his arms round her and hugged her closely to his chest. His nose was pressed against her neck and her perfume was intoxicating. He had never been that close to her before and was already in heaven. His natural urge was to drag her upstairs, rip her dress off and ravish her, but he was rooted to the spot.

She had been dreading this moment, but strangely, she felt secure and safe in his arms. The way that he held her was like a lover would do as opposed to the way that a man who just wanted to make temporary use of her body would do. She found the experience very calming. After what seemed like several minutes, she leant back and looked him in the eyes. "Lord Fenwick... "

"Ralph, please call me Ralph."

"Ralph, there's something I want to say to you." She hesitated. "I have only ever been with one man before and I'm a little nervous about this. No, in fact, I'm very nervous. You have been really kind and generous to me and Claire and you are a very handsome man. I dread to think what would have happened to us, had you not stepped in and rescued us. I fully intend to keep my side of the bargain, but please treat me gently and be patient. I do want to make love to you today, but as I've already said, I am very nervous, so if it doesn't happen or if I cannot fully satisfy you, please don't be angry with me. It will happen within a day or so if it doesn't happen today."

There was no answer; he just smiled and nodded. He was too emotional to articulate a response. She stared into his eyes for some time then stepped back. Taking hold of his hand, she led him slowly up the stairs. Turning left at the top, she led him into her new bedroom.

Once in her bedroom, she pointed him to a chair against the far wall opposite the bed. He sat down and watched her.

She stood there for what seemed like ages before kicking her shoes off. She then started to slowly remove her jewellery, one item at a time, placing each piece in a neat pile on the bedside table, leaving a single item of jewellery on her. After a short pause, she beckoned him to her. He jumped out of the chair and met her in the middle of the room. They looked at each other in the eyes, again, for some considerable time. It was as if neither knew what to do next.

Suddenly, she turned round, so that her back was towards him. "Ralph, please undo the buttons on my dress." He was shaking. He had lost count of the number of women he had bedded in the past and had always been in total control. But now he was a bag of nerves. He reached up and attempted to undo the top button. With any other woman, they would have all been undone by now, but he was struggling with his shaking hands, just to undo the top one. At first he didn't understand what was happening to him, but then he realised that he simply worshiped her.

She had mesmerised him. He had come here today to fuck her, but it was now clear that he wasn't going to do that. No, he was going to make love to her instead. He had never realised before that there was a difference. He had fucked many women in the past, but this would be the first time he had ever made love to one. But first, he needed to get those damn buttons undone.

He counted to ten to calm his nerves and eventually, the buttons started yielding to his fingers. As they did so, Genevieve's back gradually came into view. She was naked under her dress and his cock started to harden as he saw more and more of her body. Finally, the buttons were all undone and he could see the smooth skin of her back, all the way from her long graceful neck, right down her spine to her pert bottom and beyond. This lady clearly looked after herself.

With the buttons now all undone, he stepped back. Genevieve leant forward a bit and shook the dress off her shoulders. Catching it as it fell, she stepped out of it and tossed it onto a nearby chair. She managed the whole action without turning, so he saw nothing but her back. He was still mesmerised. She folded her arms across her chest and turned to face him. He still saw nothing; everything was hidden by her arms. He glanced down between her legs. Everything there was hidden by a neatly trimmed bush. He saw nothing but the shapely curves of her waist and hips and her blemish-free skin. He simply couldn't believe such a stupendous looking woman was standing naked before him.

She stepped forward, flung her arms round his neck and kissed him firmly on the lips. As her arms left her chest, he caught a brief glimpse of her tits. No, that was too crude a word; he caught a brief glimpse of her breasts. And what lovely breasts they were too. He already had a good idea of their size, but he had now spotted two very erect nipples on a pair of breasts that showed no signs of sagging. They were just the right size and shape to complement her slender, elegant frame. He also realised that he had just kissed her for the first time and his head was reeling at the thought.

She stepped back again and turned towards the bed. As she did so, he caught another glimpse of her breasts. He wanted to explore them but that would come later. She walked over to the bed, her back still towards him. She pulled the bed cover back, paused as if thinking about something and then removed the last piece of jewellery and placed it on the bedside table with the rest. She had never, ever, removed her wedding ring from her finger before.

As she jumped into the bed, he got another brief glimpse of her breasts, but she quickly pulled the cover over her and they disappeared from sight. He was transfixed. He couldn't move. This stupendous looking lady had set the agenda, had set the pace and had turned him into jelly. He had never met a woman so graceful, slender, sophisticated, well educated and beautifully coiffured. And she was blessed with perfect skin; there was not a blemish on her. For the first time in his life, he was in love.

She lay on her side waiting for him. When he didn't move, she enquired: "Aren't you joining me?"




Ableside Manor Ch. 03



Her voice jolted him into action. He undressed, folded and carefully placed his clothes on the chair opposite the bed, then walked over to her, his cock now at half mast. He pulled back the bed covers, climbed in beside her and lay on his side facing her. For some time, they both lay perfectly still, neither saying nor doing anything. Eventually he reached out and ran his hand up her arm to her neck. He stroked her hair whilst all the time looking into her eyes, trying to read her emotions. He saw calmness, some nervousness and what he decided was either gratitude or perhaps desire. He hoped it was the latter.

For the first time in his life, he couldn't decide how to get started. Had he been with any other woman, he would have fondled her tits and then run his hand down between her legs, but somehow it didn't seem appropriate today. So he just continued to look at her, marvelling in her beauty.

It was Genevieve who finally took the first step. She leant in and kissed him. He immediately responded and pulled her closer, kissing her passionately back while her breasts pressed into his chest. Soon he and she were both breathing heavily and his cock had grown to its full size. Despite her outward appearance of calmness, she was still feeling extremely nervous. Up to now, she had overcome her nerves by taking the initiative and this had worked, so she decided to continue along the same lines.

She broke away from his kiss and pushed him onto his back before climbing on top of him. She was now straddling him with the upper half of her body upright. Her breasts were now in full view and he couldn't take his eyes of them. Slowly, he slid both hands up the sides of her body and onto her breasts. He caressed them gently, not daring to maul them or pinch her nipples as he would have done with any other woman. She remained in that position, allowing him to explore her breasts for several minutes, her hands down by her sides.

During this time, she had been building up confidence for the next step. When she finally decided she could go through with it, she raised herself slightly onto her knees, took hold of his cock with one hand and then lowered herself slowly down onto it. When his cock penetrated her, he gasped and then as she fully impaled herself on him, he sucked in his breath through his teeth. He was finally inside the woman he'd been dreaming about for months and months.

Genevieve started gently rocking her body up and down, whilst all the time looking at his face and eyes. She had done it. She hadn't chickened out after all. By taking the initiative, she had overcome her nervousness and was keeping her side of the bargain. She tried to work out what she felt about it all. It had been easier than she had expected, probably because he had been such a perfect gentleman and hadn't pushed her. She couldn't work out whether she was actually enjoying it or not, although she definitely felt a sense of achievement.

Lord Fenwick, on the other hand, was in heaven. He let her stay on top for some time before deciding he needed to pound into her and for that he had to be on top. So, without sliding out of her, he tipped her over to his side and then rolled her onto her back. With one hand behind her neck and the other on her breasts, he began thrusting hard. He had decided he needed to come. He wasn't going to try and give her an orgasm this time because he knew she was nervous and it probably wouldn't happen. In any case, he wasn't yet familiar with her body and so didn't know exactly what worked for her. All of that would come later.

She realised that he was now seeking his own relief and decided to just relax; she had done her bit and had no further reason to be nervous. In fact, she discovered, she was beginning to like it. As he continued to thrust into her, her breathing got heavier and she started to gasp with each thrust. He was delighted. She was actually enjoying it and didn't seem to be faking it. He increased his thrusting and much to both his and her surprise, she suddenly cried out: "Oh, Ralph, please... " She was going to come after all. "Ralph, don't stop! I'm commmmmming... Argh, yes, arrrghhh." This tipped him over the top too and he flooded her with his cum. He was ecstatic; he had given her an orgasm after all. It wasn't perhaps the biggest ever, but nevertheless she'd come too.

As soon as he had finished spurting into her he started to slide out of her and off to the side, but she stopped him. "Oh, Ralph," she exclaimed, "don't you know anything about women?"

"Huh?" He had always thought he knew absolutely everything about women, but here was one telling him he didn't have a clue!

"Ralph, Dear, please stay inside me for a bit."

"But I thought I was heavy and might crush you."

"I'll tell you when you become too heavy, but for now, stay where you are, please." She paused whilst she worked out what she wanted to say. "If you just abandon a woman as soon as you've had your pleasure, it looks like you've got no interest in her except as somewhere to deposit your seed. I need to feel that I mean more to you than just any random girl with a nice body such as a street girl or an attractive servant. When you've finished making love to me I need to feel that I'm still wanted; I need you to stay inside me, to kiss me and caress my hair while you cuddle me afterwards."

He was taken aback. "Well, I hadn't thought of it like that, I must admit." He immediately started stroking her hair. "You definitely do mean a lot more to me than just a woman with a nice body. You've certainly got a fabulous body, but I also love talking to you and just spending time with you. If all I wanted was a woman with a nice body, I wouldn't have gone to all the trouble of setting you up in this cottage."

"Yes, I realise that, but I need you to show me that whenever we make love."

"Alright, I'll do that, I promise."

By now he was getting heavy on top of her. "Oh, you'll have to get off me now, I'm afraid. Much as I like it, you're crushing me."

He apologised, rolled off her and lay on his side facing her. She turned to face him. "Ralph, tell me honestly, have I lived up to your expectations?"

"Genevieve, to be truthful, I don't know what I expected. But making love to you was fabulous. I've waited a long time, but it's been well worth the wait. Just holding you in my arms would have been more than enough for today. But next time I make love to you, I'll make it special for you."

She snuggled up against him, her face resting on his chest and he put his arm over her, with his hand behind her head. He gently caressed her hair, enjoying her perfume and the closeness of her body.

Genevieve ran through the events of the last six months in her mind. How things had changed. She thought about Pierre and his temper, which always got him into so much trouble. It had led to their flight from France and then eventually to his death. Their marriage had been tumultuous, but he had been a good husband, despite his frequent bouts of shouting. If only he had been able to control his anger, he would be alive now and they'd be living in France. Her thoughts turned to Lord Fenwick. He was kind and gentle and she felt safe with him. She wondered how her new life would pan out. So far he had done everything he had said he would do and she was optimistic about the future. Despite still mourning her husband's death, things were starting to look a bit brighter again. She had a lot to thank Ralph for.

She looked up at him and smiled: "Go on, then."

"Go on what?"

"You said next time you make love to me, you'd make it special for me. Well, I'm waiting."

My God, she's still in control and she wants me again!

He stopped caressing her hair and ran a finger nail down her spine. He wanted to find out where she was sensitive and was pleased when she twitched as his nail reached her lower back, just above the crease of her bum. He leant forward and kissed her on her lips, pushing her onto her back as he did so. The kiss was gentle at first, but soon became passionate. Meanwhile his hand moved to her breasts and he fondled them, gently squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Drawing away from her mouth, he began to kiss her ear. He could feel her breath on the side of his face as her excitement rose. When he started to kiss down the side of her neck her breathing changed into small gasps. She had lots of sensitive areas for him to play with and he was making a mental note of them all.

Pushing himself up on his elbow, he moved down to her breasts, kissing all around the nipples at first, whilst avoiding actually touching them. When he eventually planted his lips on a nipple, she jumped and gasped again. He spent several minutes just kissing her breasts and nipples, listening to the sounds she was making. He loved the reaction that he got from all his women when he kissed and played with them as he explored their bodies.

While kissing her breasts, his hand had not been totally inactive; it was gradually moving down her body. When a finger parted her outer lips, she cried out and jumped yet again. He pushed a finger inside her and then when it was nice and wet, brought it back out and up to her clit. As soon as he started massaging her clit with his moist finger, she began to moan almost continuously. Her hips were now also bucking up and down gently to increase the stimulation that she was receiving.

He stopped kissing her breasts and started the journey down her body with his mouth, licking and kissing her. He transferred his attention to the inner part of her legs, which he knew were usually another sensitive area in women. She was certainly enjoying his attention, but since he was fingering her clit, he couldn't tell whether kissing her legs was contributing to her excitement. Genevieve just lay there with her legs wide apart. All sorts of thoughts were going through her mind.

He was discovering where she was sensitive and was building her excitement to almost unbearable levels. And now he was kissing the tops of her legs. Oh, my God, she thought, he not going to... surely? Pierre had never kissed her below her waist and Ralph was... oh, my God, he not going to do that, especially after he's just come in me. Oh, my God, his lips are only inches away; I think he is going to... no, surely not. By now she was thrashing her head from side to side and moaning so loudly that the neighbours could probably hear her; not that she cared. She had never experienced anything like it.

Lord Fenwick was listening carefully to the sounds she was making. He wanted to get his timing right, but wasn't used to her body yet. She was close, close enough, he judged. Without warning, he stopped kissing her and withdrew his finger from inside her. She was confused; why had he stopped just when she was enjoying it so much? "Ralph, why have you...?"

"Arrghhh." As his tongue rasped along her clit, she almost jumped out of her skin. "My God, that's fantastic, arrrghhhhh." He pushed his finger back inside her and began to finger fuck her vigorously as he licked at her clit. "Oh, my God, what are you doing to me? Oh, my, arrrrrrgggghhhh. I'm coming again, arrghhhh." He had built her excitement up to a peak and knew how to trigger an orgasm, but not knowing her body yet, he'd been lucky with his timing. He'd managed to tip her over the top. She thrashed about and cried out for what seemed like several minutes, obviously enjoying a really strong orgasm. When she eventually calmed down, he removed his finger and tongue and looked up at her.

"Well, Genevieve, how am I doing so far? Is it special enough for you?"

"Oh, my God, Ralph, that was fantastic. I've never had that done to me before. That must have been the strongest orgasm I've ever experienced. Oh, my God."

He was delighted. She had responded well to his attention and she had just unwittingly confirmed to him that he'd made the right decision when he had asked her to be his mistress. Things were looking good, very good indeed.

But right now, he needed to get his cock into her. He wiped his hand and mouth on the bed sheets and got ready to enter her. Kneeling between her legs, he held his cock with one hand and lined it up. She was soaking wet, so there was no need to take things gently. With one hard thrust, he rammed his cock all the way in, deep inside her, causing her to cry out in ecstasy: "Arrrghhhh, yes!"

He started pumping hard. With each thrust, she cried out. Thrust: "Argh." Thrust: "Orgh, Yes." Thrust: "Arrrgh." Thrust: "Oh, my God." Thrust: "Argh." Thrust: "Don't stop." Thrust: "Arrrgh." He had come once already, so it was going to be some time before he was ready to do so again. She maybe didn't realise it, but she was in for a long session. He continued to thrust steadily.

After pounding away at her for some time, he withdrew: "Turn over for me." When she realised what he wanted, she turned over so that she was now lying on her stomach. He lined his cock up again, re-entered her from behind and continued his pounding. Raising himself on his hands, he looked down at her shapely body. Absolutely stunning, he thought to himself, she's absolutely stunning. He could see his cock disappearing into her with each thrust and she was again groaning each time he pumped into her. Her head was turned to one side so that she could breathe and her spine gently curved all the way down to her pert bottom. He liked what he saw. One, day, he thought to himself, one day, but not today, it's too soon!

As he continued to thrust into her, her excitement was building. She was heading for another orgasm. He was nearly there himself too and decided to try and come at the same time. He lowered himself down onto her back and slipped a hand underneath her so that he could fondle her breast. As he squeezed it and pinched her nipple, he noticed a change in her moans. She was getting close again. It was time to let himself go. He lengthened his stride and slowed down slightly to compensate. His face was now buried in her hair and her perfume was once again driving him wild. He was not going to last much longer. Suddenly, she let out an almighty cry: "Arrgghhh, yes. Oh my God, Ralph. Please don't stop. I'm coming." He increased his pace. "Yes, arrrrgh, yes. Arrrrrgggghhhhh." She was there. He wasn't quite there himself, but he followed her shortly afterwards, filling her with his cum a second time.

Once they had both calmed down, he stayed on top of her and they both panted with the exertion. Remembering what she had said to him earlier, he started kissing her neck. He brushed her hair to one side and smiled at her. "Genevieve, you are just fantastic. That was absolutely sensational." He resumed kissing her.

"Ralph, you've awakened feelings in me that I never knew I had. Thank you! Oh, I'm sorry, but you'll have to get off me now, I need to turn over to rest my back."

He rolled off her to the side and she turned over onto her back. "Wow," she exclaimed. "What have I done to deserve all this? You've provided me with a lovely cottage, you feed me and pay for everything and now I've also discovered that you take me to heaven and back too!" She cuddled up close to him. "Hold me tight."

They lay there for some time talking and cuddling until she announced that she really ought to get up and collect Claire, who had been spending the afternoon at the house of a friend. The both rose and he was dressed again in no time. He sat down in a chair and watched her getting ready. She put her dress back on and asked him to do the buttons up again and then she sat at her dressing table while she combed her hair and made herself look respectable again. 

When she was ready, she rose and walked towards him, stopping a few feet away. He had been watching her and was still doing so. There was no doubt about it, she was absolutely fabulous. She now looked even more desirable than she had done before he had made love to her. He remembered something his friend Reginald had once said to him: "There's nothing more fabulous than a freshly fucked female." He hadn't understood what Reginald had meant at the time, but he could see it now. Genevieve simply radiated contentment. She was glowing with happiness and warmth towards him.

He jumped up and scooped her up into his arms. "Know what? I feel like ripping that dress off you and starting all over gain."

She laughed. "That would be nice, but I'm not used to all this and I was beginning to get a bit sore before you finished last time. Anyway, I've got to pick up Claire and if she outstays her welcome, she won't be invited again. We've got time for a quick coffee though if you would like one."

Reluctantly, he let go of her and after chatting to her over coffee, he left. He was a very happy man. ~~~~

*****

He was glad he had brought his hat on his walk into town because the sun was beating down through a cloudless sky. He could see the bridge over the river ahead; he would be at Genevieve's cottage soon. He recalled how, since that first time with her, she had grown more and more sexy. Usually, when he arrived, she would leap into his arms, kiss him and then drag him straight up to her bedroom, saying something along the lines: "I need you inside me right now; don't keep me waiting any longer." He loved it. 

However, Claire had proved to be a bit of a problem at first. She had resented his presence, which her mother had attributed to the normal reaction of a child who had recently lost a father. They had tried to always ensure that Claire was at a friend's house whenever they made love, but that had proved impractical on many occasions. So he had changed his schedule as often as he could and would join them both for dinner. After Claire had gone to bed and was supposedly asleep, he and Genevieve would creep upstairs to make love. But Claire had clearly been very unhappy whenever he was around. One day everything had come to a head:-

~~~~ "What's the matter, Claire? Why are you so upset today?"

Claire shouted at her mother: "Why to you let that horrible Uncle Ralph hurt you all the time?"

Genevieve was shocked. "What do you mean? Uncle Ralph never hurts me."

"I can hear you, Mother, I can hear you. Whenever you're in the bedroom with him, he makes you cry. I don't like it. He shouldn't hurt you."

It was then that Genevieve realised what the problem was. Claire could hear them making love and had misunderstood the cries and moans that she made as signs of pain. Oh, my God, the poor child, she thought; no wonder she's so upset every time Ralph comes to see me.

Genevieve comforted her and decided that the best thing to do was to explain everything to her. At eight years old, she was perhaps a bit young to have such things explained to her, but Genevieve could see no alternative. So she sat down with Claire and explained in some detail all about what men and women did together when they were in love. She explained that making love was such a wonderful experience that people often cried out in pure joy and that it was this that Claire had heard. Uncle Ralph had never hurt her and never would. "Do I ever look unhappy after we come downstairs again?" she asked. "Don't I look happy, when I know he's coming to see us? One day, when you're an adult, you too will almost certainly experience the joy of making love. It is the most wonderful experience ever and I'm very lucky to have someone like Uncle Ralph to look after us both and to make me so happy by making love to me."

Claire took some convincing, but eventually accepted what her mother had told her and over the next few months, after a few more such discussions, she started warming to Uncle Ralph. He for his part was always good to her and used to often bring presents for her and spend time talking and playing with her.

As the years went by and Claire entered her teenage years, she grew more and more fond of Uncle Ralph. He had become a father-figure to her and she now looked forward to his visits. ~~~~




Ableside Manor Ch. 03



*****

"Get out of the blood way!" Lord Fenwick was now walking across the bridge over the river. He looked up just in time to see a horse drawn cart hurtling towards him. He jumped to the side as the cart thundered past. Lost in thought, he had not been paying attention. He continued over the bridge and turned right at the far end towards the Greenhill district. His mind wandered back to the last time he had seen Genevieve, earlier in the week. He had arrived to find her waiting for him as usual, but instead of dragging him straight upstairs as she normally did, she had led him to the couch:-

~~~~ "Ralph, Dear, I need to talk to you."

"What's the matter, Genevieve?" The both sat down on the couch.

"Oh, there's nothing wrong, I just want to talk to you about Claire."

"Is she alright? Where is she?"

"She's fine. She's gone round to a friend's house for the day. She'll be eighteen on Sunday, as I'm sure you already know." Genevieve paused to gather her thoughts: "Ralph, you do realise that she adores you, don't you, just as I do?"

"Well, yes, I guess so, I hadn't quite thought of it like that, but the problems we had to start with have long since gone and she always seems happy to see me nowadays."

"Ralph, the three of us spend a lot of time together. We have lovely meals together; we sit and talk about life and art and everything else together; we laugh together and we do everything together. She loves the time we spend together. She loves it all. There's only one thing that she's excluded from."

"What's that Genev... What? Are you saying that she should join in our love-making too?"

"Well, not quite. I don't think I'm into threesomes."

"Well then, what are you saying?"

Genevieve had decided that she'd been beating about the bush for long enough. It was time to say it out straight. "Ralph, on Sunday, it will be her eighteenth birthday and on that day she wants to give you her virginity."

"Genevieve! Are you serious? She's like a daughter to me. I can't do that!"

"Ralph, think about it please. She's no longer a little girl; she's a fully grown woman with everything that that entails. Have you not noticed how her breasts have developed? They're nearly as big as mine now?" He had certainly noticed and had occasionally had a good look whenever he thought no one would see him, but he wasn't about to admit it.

"She now experiences the same desires and needs as any other woman. Ralph, she hears us making love and wants to experience the same joy that I do. She's shown no interest in any of the boys that she knows. All her interest is focused on one man - you."

He appeared to be considering things. "Genevieve, I'm not sure about this. She's a lovely looking girl and all that, but she's like a daughter to me. I don't think it would be right."

"Ralph, she's now mentioned it several times and I'm worried that if you say 'no', she'll end up in bed with some lad she meets on the street corner."

"I'd kill him!"

She laughed. "You're a very gentle man, but in this case, I'm sure you would. Ralph, when she reaches eighteen, she is determined to become your mistress just like I am."

"Genevieve, I don't know about this. I'm quite happy the way things are. I've already got a mistress whom I love very much and I don't really need a second one, no matter how lovely she is."

He was clearly wavering. He wasn't protesting in the same way as before and the idea was clearly growing on him. She glanced down at his breeches and noticed that the idea wasn't the only thing that was growing on him. She decided it was time to play her trump card. "Are you worried that two of us would be too much for you?"

"No, of course not! I could handle both of you, no problem." He'd fallen into her trap.

"That's settled then. On Sunday, I shall be out when you arrive at midday. I'll give you a couple of hours or so before I return."

"Two hours, just to deflower a virgin?"

"I'm sure you'll think of a few other things to do with her to pass the time. Then, when I return, we'll all have some birthday cake and Champagne together to celebrate."

"She's not old enough to drink alcohol." They both laughed. "Well," he reflected, "I guess if she's old enough to make love, then she's old enough to have some Champagne."

"By the way, this doesn't mean that I'm retiring from the job, so take me upstairs now and show me you still love me." He led her up the stairs. That day, he had one of the most powerful climaxes he could ever remember. Genevieve realised why, but didn't say anything. After making love a second time, they spent an hour or so talking before he left to make his way home again.

****

On Saturday, there was a knock on the door and when Genevieve opened it, a delivery man was standing there with a parcel. It was addressed to Claire, with instructions to open it as soon as she woke up on her birthday.

The next day, Genevieve got up first and was in the kitchen making breakfast when she heard Claire's voice: "What do you think, Mother?"

Genevieve turned to face her. "Happy birthday, Darling! My goodness, that's a lovely dress."

Claire was standing there in a simple deep red sleeveless dress. "What do you think, Mother? It's a present from Uncle Ralph."

"You look absolutely wonderful, Darling." Genevieve looked perplexed. The dress somehow looked familiar.

"What the matter, Mother?"

"Nothing, Darling. I've just remembered: I once had a dress a bit like that one."

Claire turned round so that her back was to her mother. "Can you do the buttons up for me, please?"

Genevieve stepped forward. "Oh, my God!"

Claire turned round again. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, there's nothing wrong. I've just realised, I wore an almost identical dress, the first time that Ralph came here to make love to me. The straps are a little different, but it's just about identical in every other respect. He must have remembered it and has had this one made for you to be as close as possible to the one I wore on that first day. That dress must have made a real impact on him."

"Mother, he remembers everything and he's so considerate and loving. I love him as much as you do. That's why I'm giving him my virginity today."

"Well, if you're sure about it."

"Yes, Mother, I am. We've discussed it many times and I'm determined - if he wants me, that is."

"With you looking so fantastic, I doubt whether any man could fail to want you."

After breakfast, the two women cleared up. "Claire, there's ham and various salad things and some fresh bread that I baked last night in the larder. Don't forget to offer Ralph some lunch."

"I will, Mother."

Genevieve finished off sorting out the kitchen and left. She had arranged to meet a friend for lunch to allow Lord Fenwick to spend some time alone with Claire. Claire checked her appearance in the mirror and sat down to wait for Uncle Ralph. 

She was on edge; she hadn't been so excited for as long as she could remember. She checked her appearance again in the mirror.

A little while later, her heart skipped a beat when she heard a key turning in the lock and she jumped up to greet Uncle Ralph. When the door opened, her Mother stepped in. "I got almost halfway there before realising that I had forgotten my purse and now I'm late." She grabbed her purse, which was in the kitchen just where she had remembered putting it, and set off again.

After checking her appearance yet again in the mirror, Claire sat down once more to wait for Uncle Ralph. She glanced up at the grandfather clock. It was ten to twelve. Uncle Ralph was not due for another ten minutes or so. ~~~~

Lord Fenwick heard the clock in the town square strike twelve. The walk into town had been very pleasant, apart from the episode on the bridge when he had nearly been run over. He was now entering the Greenhill district. Not long now, the thought. A couple of minutes later, he arrived at the cottage. He glanced round to check that no one who might know him was in the street and on seeing nobody, took out his key and opened the door. In the ten years since he'd been visiting the cottage, he had only seen someone he knew a couple of times and in each case, he had simply walked on and had returned a few minutes later.

Claire leapt to her feet as he entered and ran into his arms, just as she had done for many years now, whenever he arrived. He hadn't even had time to take off his hat. After removing it and throwing it onto a peg, he wrapped his arms round her.

"Uncle Ralph, guess what! It's my birthday and I'm eighteen now!" She bobbed up and down on her toes, something she always did when excited.

"Well, I know," he replied, "that's why I'm here."

"Uncle Ralph, Thank you ever such a lot for the lovely dress. What do you think?" She extricated herself from his arms and stood back. "Do I look pretty?" After standing there for a while, she swirled round a couple of times, so that he could see her from all angles.

"You look absolutely stunning." He had bought her many dresses in the past and the local dress-maker knew her size, but this was the first 'grown up' dress he had ever bought her. All the others had been teenager dresses rather than seductive women's dresses like this one. He was surprised how mature she looked; she was certainly no longer the little girl that he had first met ten years previously. In fact she was almost identical to how he remembered her mother had looked when they had first met. The big difference was in her hair. It was long, very long. Normally, she wore it up in a bun or tied back in a pony tail, but today it simply cascaded down her shoulders to almost waist level. He could feel something stirring in his breeches.

She leapt back into his arms again. "Uncle Ralph, did Mother tell you that I want you to make love to me today, just like you do to her?"

"Yes," was all he could manage to say.

"Come on then." She grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the stairs.

"Hey, not so fast, young lady!" Come and sit on the couch first. He led her to the couch and sat down. She snuggled up against him.

"Claire, look at me. Are you really sure that you want me to make love to you? Just because you have reached eighteen and are now allowed to do so, doesn't mean that you have to. Many young ladies wait until they find someone that they want to marry."

"Uncle Ralph, I've thought about it a lot and I've talked about it with Mother. I love you and I want you to be the one who takes my virginity. Can we go upstairs now?"

"Claire, have you ever been kissed before?"

"Yes, lots of times, you and Mother kiss me all the time."

"No, I don't mean like that, I'm talking about a lover's kiss."

"Er, I don't know really, is it different?"

He put his fingers onto her chin and turned her face towards him. Leaning forward, he showed her the difference. His kiss was gentle to start with, but he gradually pushed her backwards until her head was resting on the back of the couch. He opened his mouth and probed hers with his tongue. Instinctively, she opened her mouth too and soon they were enjoying a passionate lover's kiss.

Claire hadn't realised at first what was going on, but within moments she noticed a tingling feeling that was creeping all over her whole body. Most of all, it appeared to be affecting her between her legs in ways she couldn't understand. She then realised that she was out of breath too, even though she hadn't been running anywhere. She thought it most strange, but she had to admit, it was certainly rather nice.

He broke away from kissing her mouth and started kissing her neck instead. She turned her head away to give him better access. The tingling feeling was now getting stronger and she wished for the moment never to end. Up to this point, his hand had been round her waist, but now it was moving slowly upwards. When it reached her breast, she gasped out loud: "Oh, that's lovely, Uncle Ralph. You're making me tingle all over." When he pinched her nipple gently though her dress, a jolt of electricity cursed through her body. Up to then she had had no idea that a man could give a woman such pleasure just by touching her. She was beginning to understand some of what her Mother had tried to explain to her several years previously. He continued to fondle her breasts and nipples for some time, listening to the noises she was making and noting what excited her most.

Raising his hand back to her chin, he turned her to face him again and resumed kissing her on her lips. Just like before, she responded by opening her mouth when his tongue pressed into her. This time, her hand reached up and curled itself round his neck. She was pulling him towards her.

He moved his hand slowly down from her chin, down over her breasts, pausing to fondle them for a few moments, and then on down to her lap. He started bunching the material of her dress up until he reached the hem and his hand met the bare skin of her leg. That caused her to jump. He was now moving his hand towards her secret treasures, a place never before touched by any man or even herself for that matter. Oh, my God, she thought, he's going to touch me 'down there'.

When his hand reached its destination, he moved his finger gently up and down her slit, parting her outer lips as he did so, feeling for her entrance. As with many girls, the maidenhead that protected her was already partially ruptured, so the task ahead should be easy, he realised. She was very wet and he gently inserted a finger, being careful to watch out for any signs of discomfort. There were none; in fact she was gasping with pleasure with every movement that he made. He could have used his fingers to deflower her there and then, but decided to wait until they were upstairs.

He withdrew his finger and slid it up to her clit, which he started rubbing in a circular motion. This had an immediate effect on her. "Oh, Uncle Ralph, please don't stop, I'm in heaven. Oh, God, it's fantastic. Oh, God, Uncle Ralph. Oh, God, arrrghhh. Oh, my God, aaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhh." She was experiencing her very first orgasm. Her whole body was convulsing and the room around her seemed blurred and out of focus. Black and white stars flashed across the room. Under any other circumstances this would have frightened her, but she recalled what her mother had told her when she had explained such things many years ago. He continued to play with her as she peaked and then gradually came down from her climax. When her breathing returned to normal, he withdrew his hand, kissed her on the lips and then smiled. His cock was as hard as a nail.

"Oh, Uncle Ralph, that was out of this world. I had no idea one could experience so much pleasure." She was still panting slightly. When she recovered, she asked: "Do men enjoy it as much?"

"Yes, but men are different. What you just experienced was an orgasm. Women, if they're lucky, can have many of them one after another, whereas a man usually just has one very big short one."

"Did you have one too?"

"No, not yet, but that will happen later. You'll know when I do, because I shall also gasp and cry out like you just did. But I think it's time we went upstairs."

****

The both rose from the couch and she took his hand and led him to the stairs. He had been led by a woman's hand up those stairs many times before, but this time, when they reached the top, they turned right instead of left. He was now in Claire's bedroom.

"What happens now? Are you going to undress me?" she enquired innocently.

"Yes."

She turned round. "You'll need to undo the buttons on my dress." Reaching up with both hands, she flicked her hair off her back so that it fell down the front of her body instead to allow him to get to the buttons.

Lord Fenwick gulped. It was almost exactly ten years ago when her mother had first asked him to undo the buttons on her dress - an almost identical dress. He remembered it as if it were yesterday. Starting at the top, he undid each button and as he did so, her naked body underneath came into view. He gulped again. Just like her mother, she was stunning. When the buttons were all undone, she pulled the dress off her shoulders, lowered it to the floor and stepped out of it. She kicked her shoes off too, tossed the dress onto a chair and turned round to face him.

Lord Fenwick watched her as she stood there naked in front of him, looking at him with her soft blue eyes. Her long dark brown hair cascaded down over her shoulders, partially hiding her face. Reaching up with both hands, she brushed it aside so that he could see the whole of her face. She had high cheekbones and a slightly angular chin, which emphasised her smile. The smile was subtle, probably hiding her nervousness; she had after all, never stood naked in front of a man before.

Like her mother, she too had a long neck that sat beautifully on a pair of broad shoulders. Her breasts were totally hidden by her long thick hair and her sex was also obscured by a well trimmed bush that matched her hair in colour. The way her waist curved in from her upper body and then out again over her hips gave her the look of a classic beauty. She was perfectly proportioned and simply stunning.

He stepped forward and reaching up, gently took hold of her face with both hands. Leaning in, he kissed her briefly, before stepping away slightly. He then ran his hands down from her face and onto her breasts. He fondled them for a few moments through her hair, before parting her hair like one might do with a pair of curtains. Her breasts came into view for the first time. They were slightly conical, with dark pink areolas, topped with lovely circular nipples that were just begging to be sucked. Her breasts were a bit smaller than her mother's but they would almost certainly fill out over the next few years.

She reminded him so much of her mother, when she had stood in front of him naked for the first time ten years previously. Like her mother, Claire too had a beautifully even complexion with blemish-free skin. As he stood and looked at her, Claire's nervousness began to rise and she began to bob up and down on her toes. "Do I look pretty, Uncle Ralph?"

"Pretty? Claire, you look fabulous, absolutely fabulous."

Her smile broadened, almost into a grin. "So do you still want to make love to me then? You haven't changed your mind, have you?"

"Nothing in the world could stop me now, Claire. Get into bed and wait for me."

She hopped into the bed and propping herself up on her elbow, watched him as he walked over to another chair and undressed. He folded each item of clothing carefully before putting it on the chair. His imagination was running riot. He was really, really looking forward to what was to come. His cock was once again as hard as a nail, as it had been earlier.

Once undressed, he turned to face her. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in shock. "Oh, my God, you're surely not expecting to put the enormous thing into me are you? There's no way anything like that big will fit inside me." She had only ever seen the miniscule cocks of young toddlers, years ago, when she had been a toddler herself and had no idea what one belonging to a grown man would look like, even when soft. This thing was at least ten times larger than she had imagined.

He walked over to her, sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked her hair. "Claire, most girls are shocked when they see an erect cock for the first time and they always think it will never fit. But God designed girls to stretch comfortably to accommodate it. Have you never seen a stallion before it mounts a mare or a bull before it mounts a cow? If so, you're bound to have noticed how huge they were." She nodded, but was still a bit worried.

"Will it hurt, Uncle Ralph?" She already knew what to expect from her Mother's talks, but she wanted reassurance from him.




Ableside Manor Ch. 04



Lord Fenwick was woken by a knock on the door. "Enter."

"Begging your pardon, mi Lord, but you said to wake you if you slept past nine o'clock."

He looked over to the grandfather clock in the corner: five past nine. "Thank you, Jane." He swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat there rubbing his eyes.

"I've brought some warm water for you to shave. Shall I open the curtains, mi Lord?"

"Er, yes, please." He watched as she reached up to draw the curtains. As she did so, her figure showed clearly through her dress in the vibrant morning sunlight and his hand moved automatically to stroke his rapidly growing morning erection. It was Monday and his friend and business partner, Sir Reginald was due at 10:30. Did he have time for her before then? He decided he did.

"Will there be anything else, mi Lord?"

"Yes, Jane, disrobe."

Smiling, she removed her hat, let her hair down and then took off her dress. Those tits, they were fabulous. He never tired of mauling them. Standing up, he walked over to her, turned her round and started to squeeze them from behind. That was one of his favourite pastimes. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a movement through the window. A coach had just turned into the drive. "Shit! He can't be this early, surely: I must have got the time wrong." There was no time to shave now, no time for breakfast and no time to ... No, he needed it, but he'd have to be really quick.

"I'm sorry Jane; it looks like Sir Reginald is about to arrive, but I need a fuck – it will have to be a quickie. I'll make it up to you another time."

"Yes, mi Lord."

He led her to the nearby table and bent her over it. Whilst stroking his cock with one hand, he spread her juices round the entrance to her cunt with the other. He could hear the sound of horses' hooves outside. Aiming his cock, he pushed himself in and after a few gentle strokes, was fully embedded inside her. The horses had now come to a stop and he could hear voices. Shit. I'm running out of time. Hopefully James will ... Shit. I don't have a butler any more – must get another one. Taking hold of her hips with both hands, he began to thrust hard. He prayed that Mary or one of the other servants would greet his friend and let him in.

He continued thrusting. He needed to empty his balls as quickly as he could. There was a sound of a female voice outside – must be Mary. Thank God for that. He was now pounding away as fast as possible. Someone knocked on his bedroom door. "WAIT – I'LL BE OUT IN A MINUTE!"

A few moments later, he felt that familiar tension building in his cock. After half a dozen more strokes, the hole at the tip of his cock was forced wide open by the flood of sperm, eager to get into the body of whatever woman he was fucking this time. Once he was done, he withdrew, ran over to the bowl of water brought up for him to shave and wiped everything clean with a wet cloth. Then he threw on some clothes as quickly as he could. "Thank you, Jane. As soon as you've sorted yourself out, could you please bring some coffee and some of Edwina's cake to the drawing room?" That would have to do for his breakfast. "And could you tell Edwina that an early luncheon would be appreciated, if that's possible?"

"Yes, mi Lord; thank you, mi Lord."

He turned and rushed off to greet his friend, leaving her to wipe away the cum, which was now running down her legs, to dress herself and make herself presentable again.

* * * * *

"Regi, old boy, welcome!"

"Nice to see you again, Ralph – you look a bit red. Have you been out in the sun?" Mary, who was standing nearby and who had guessed the probable cause of her master's absence, forced herself not to laugh.

"No, you know me; I avoid the sun as much as possible. Apologies if you were kept waiting. I don't have a butler at the moment."

"Not at all, this young lady here has been looking after me very well."

"Mary, could you please get Nelson or one of the other men to take Sir Reginald's trunk up to his room?"

"Yes, mi Lord."

Lord Fenwick led his guest to the drawing room, where they sat down and after exchanging small talk for a few minutes, got down to the business of planning the new paper mill. Jane eventually arrived with the coffee and cake, which Lord Fenwick had eagerly been waiting for. He consumed several slices.

Luncheon was served at 12:20, by which time the two men were hungry. After eating, they continued with their work until 7:30, when Mary announced that dinner was ready. The two men made their way to the dining room and sat down.

"Mary, could you ask Mrs. Roberta for the key to the cellar and fetch a bottle of Château Margaux for us, please?"

"Begging your pardon, mi Lord, but how will I know which is the right bottle?"

"Ah, yes, I'm sorry, I forgot you can't read or write. What about Jane?"

"She can't either, mi Lord."

"Alright, then please ask Mrs. Roberta to fetch it – Château Margaux – can you remember that?"

"Yes, mi Lord; thank you, mi Lord." She went off to sort out the wine. The two men studied her as she left the room.

"What those two lack in academic skills, they make up for in other ways."

"Yes, I noticed that – very easy to look at," replied Sir Reginald. "Have you er, ... you know, with either of them?"

"Regularly, both of them. That's why I was delayed this morning when you arrived."

Sir Reginald laughed. "And that's why you were red in the face. Had I known, I would have driven round the town to give you a few more minutes." They both laughed. At that point, Jane arrived with a tray of food, so the men had to change the topic of conversation. Mary walked in a couple of minutes later with the wine and the two men started their meal. The food outlived the wine, so Lord Fenwick sent Mary off to fetch a second bottle.

By the end of the meal, the men were feeling contented. They had been working hard all day and the wine had hit the right spot. After the meal, they decided to relax; tomorrow they would continue with their work. "Jane, could you check whether there are some brandy glasses in the drawing room and if not then bring some up for us? Then after you've cleared the dining table, done whatever is required in the kitchen and prepared our bedrooms, I don't think we need anything else from either of you tonight."

"Yes, mi Lord."

The men returned to the drawing room and after opening the drinks cabinet with his key, Lord Fenwick poured two large brandies.

"Excellent!" said Sir Reginald. "There's nothing like a good brandy to finish off a superb meal."

"Yes, indeed ... well, I can think of one thing I prefer, but after all this alcohol, I doubt whether I could get it up."

"I thought you said that you'd already had it up one of them this morning."

"Yes, that was Jane, but that was twelve hours ago. If it wasn't for the wine, I'd now be ready for the other one."

Sir Reginald laughed. "I suppose if I had them working for me, I'd be the same."

"Would you like to try one of them tomorrow?"

"Well, that's exceedingly generous of you; I certainly wouldn't refuse an offer like that."

"Given a choice, which one would you prefer?"

"Ah, now that's a difficult question: the short one, what's her name?"

"Mary."

"Yes, Mary, nice and petite with a pert bum and a very pretty face, as compared with ..."

"Jane."

"Ah, yes, Jane, with a bit more to hold on to and tits heavy enough to topple the poor girl over."

"They're even better in the flesh."

"I bet they are. Well, either girl would do very nicely, really. But would they agree?"

"Jane probably would, but I'm not sure about Mary. I don't believe in forcing women to do such things against their will. But gentle persuasion – that's fine."

"Ralph, your ethical standards are one of your top qualities and why I'm happy to be in business with you. Many masters simply force their servants to do whatever they say."

"Thank you. Alright then, I will ask." He fell silent for a moment, thinking. "How's this for a plan?" He outlined what he had in mind.

Sir Reginald grinned. "That sounds excellent to me, but if she doesn't agree?"

"Then we'll just have to resort to plan B." He outlined plan B.

"Well, I prefer plan A, naturally, but plan B is far more than I could have wished for even half an hour ago."

"I suppose I ought to mention plan C too."

"What's that?"

"If neither agrees, then we'll just have to open a couple more bottles of Château Margaux."

Sir Reginald laughed. "Followed hopefully by some more of your excellent brandy."

"Yes indeed; well, I'll see what I can arrange."

After a second brandy, both men were ready for bed, the alcohol having finally got the better of them.



* * * * *

In the morning at breakfast, Sir Reginald had problems keeping his eyes off the two girls. He imagined Mary bent over the arm of a chair, his cock thrusting in and out from behind. He imagined Jane lying on her back with her tits wobbling all over the place as his cock rammed in and out of her cunt. He just hoped that Lord Fenwick's powers of persuasion would mean that he'd get his cock wet one way or another that night. It had been several days since he'd been with his wife and the bulge forming in his breeches was a clear indication of his mood.

When he finished eating, he forced himself to think of something else; he needed to get rid of the bulge to enable him to walk out of the dining room without embarrassing himself. After finishing their coffees, the two men moved to the drawing room to continue their work.

"Did you notice how Sir Reginald kept looking at us?" asked Jane as she cleared the dining table with Mary.

"Yes and judging by the tent in his breeches, given half the chance, looking is not all he would do to us."

"Well, he's quite handsome and very polite, so given half the chance, I might even let him." Jane had always been the more adventurous of the two of them, particularly when it came to men.

"Well, you're not going to get a chance, so forget it. Anyway, Nelson hasn't had it since Sunday, so he's bound to want at least one of us today, though I don't know when we'll be able to get away for long enough." The two girls giggled, cleared everything away and went to help in the kitchen.

While the men continued their business discussions, the two girls helped Edwina with the cooking. It was not just Lord Fenwick and his guest that needed feeding; all the servants also had to be fed. "Mary, take this basket out to Nelson, please. And don't take forever, we've got loads more to do here."

"Alright, Edwina." She took the basket of food and set off to the stables to find Nelson. She hadn't had a good fuck since Sunday and neither had Nelson, but there wasn't going to be time.



* * * * *

As soon as she walked into the stables, Nelson rushed over to greet her. "Where've you been? I haven't seen you since Sunday."

She put the basket of food down on the stable floor. "His lordship has a guest staying with him and Jane and I have been running around like headless chickens looking after them both, helping Edwina prepare elaborate meals, making coffee every ten minutes and generally rushing about for them."

"I've missed you and I want you so bad. Come over to that stall at the end; I need you."

"Nelson, we haven't got time."

"Can you come to my cottage tonight, then?"

"I very much doubt it. They'll be having another big dinner tonight and I'll be on duty."

"Have you gone off me; is that it? You had plenty of time for me on Saturday and Sunday? What have I done wrong?"

"Nelson, you haven't done anything wrong. Saturday evening and all day Sunday, their lordships were not at home, so we had plenty of time, but Jane and I are working now."

"But my balls are going blue. If I can't have you soon, they're going to explode!"

She conjured up a picture of a pair of enormous blue balls exploding, ripping out through the front of his breeches and she started to laugh. "Blue gooey cum flying everywhere – that would be a bit of a disaster!"

"I'm serious; it really feels like they're going to explode."

"Why don't you ... you know?"

"It's so much better with you – now that I've got you, I don't do that any more."

"And Jane."

"She hasn't been to see me either; I'm desperate."

She stood there, looking at him. Both she and Jane had fucked him on Saturday and again on Sunday and now it was Tuesday and he was clearly in pain. She was aware that whereas women can often take it or leave it, men, particularly at Nelson's age, need release regularly and often.

"Please."

She thought about it for a moment or two. Poor Nelson, he was desperate. "Well, you'll have to be really quick. And I don't want to get covered in straw again."

He grinned from ear to ear and led her to the stall at the end. "Look, I've cleared this stall out and cleaned up the spare coach. Why don't you get on the coach?"

She stepped up onto the coach, lay down on her back and waited. By now, Nelson had got his cock out and was stroking it. It was rock hard. He lifted her dress up and folded it onto her stomach. She opened her legs and began to finger herself.

Nelson stepped between her legs and aimed his cock at her slit. She removed her finger as he pushed forward and slid gently all the way in. He started pumping.

"You'll have to be quick."

"I know, but I like it best when I can satisfy you too."

"So do I, but unfortunately, we haven't got time for that."

He was now thrusting hard and having not had a woman for a couple of days, was soon flooding her cunt with his cum. There was a lot of it too and it dribbled down onto the coach. He pulled out, panting.

"Well, that certainly didn't take long," said Mary. "I wish I could come that quickly."

"Look," he replied, "they've turned pink again."

Laughing, she got up and let her dress fall back down. "So, you better now? I'll spend some longer time with you as soon as I can, but I've got to rush now, otherwise we'll both be in trouble."

She kissed him on the cheek and ran back to the kitchen, trying to think of some excuse to go up to her room to get rid of the cum that was running down her legs. Fortunately, shortly after she got back to the kitchen, Lord Fenwick rang and when she went to find out what he wanted, he ordered some fresh coffee. Mary delivered it to the drawing room and took the opportunity to nip up to her room to wipe away the mess that Nelson had left under her dress. She was back in the kitchen feeling fresh again in no time.

* * * * *

After luncheon, Lord Fenwick suggested a stroll round the grounds before they continued with their work. They had been cooped up in the drawing room since yesterday morning and what with the alcohol he'd consumed last night, Lord Fenwick needed to clear his head. Sir Reginald was feeling the same way, so he readily agreed.

Once outside, Sir Reginald enquired: "Have you asked yet."

"No not yet – I'll do so after dinner."

"How do you manage them both, plus of course your wife?"

"Both? I've got two mistresses as well and of course several more ladies that I service from time to time."

Sir Reginald was stunned. "How do you cope and in any case, why do you need so many?"

"Coping is not a problem. I just do them one after the other, in a random order. Sometimes they have to wait a couple of days for a turn. As for why I need several, you can never have too many women. Each one is different. They feel different; they taste different, they smell different; they fuck differently and different positions suit different body shapes. I just love them. You can't have too many. Sometimes I envy the Ottoman sultans of the past who had harems containing over a thousand women. Take me a whole year to get through that many."

Sir Reginald laughed. "That long?"

"Well, alright, maybe two years, now I'm getting older ... I guess with that many, you'd never remember which is which. On second thoughts, a thousand probably is too many – I like to get to know their bodies so that I know what works with each one. I'm meeting a new one on Thursday – a bored housewife. I've already sampled her daughter and she was a great fuck, so I'm hoping the mother will be the same."

Sir Reginald was stunned again. "I don't know how you do it." They continued their walk in silence, each man lost in his own thoughts.

"Well, I guess we'd better be getting back, we've got quite a bit more to cover on the paper mill this afternoon." They returned to the drawing room and continued their business discussions.

Shortly after 7:00, Mary walked in. "Dinner will be ready in five minutes, mi Lord."

"Thank you, Mary." They had covered just about everything anyway and were ready for something to eat. Lord Fenwick asked Mary to fetch another bottle of wine, but this time neither man drank very much. They were both saving themselves for what they hoped was to follow.

After dinner, Sir Reginald went up to his room and Lord Fenwick asked Mary to come to his room as soon as she had cleared the table. He went up and waited for her.

When she knocked on the door, he asked her to enter.

"Mary, I've got a favour I want to ask you. Sir Reginald and I have been working hard these last two days, planning a new business venture, which hopefully will provide more income, which of course is what pays your and everyone else's wages." That was not strictly true, since he had more than enough income already from the estate, but it reinforced what he was about to request. She nodded.

"Sir Reginald is in need of relaxation in the form of some female company this evening and since he finds you very attractive, I wanted to ask whether you would be prepared to spend some time with him in his room."

She thought about it before replying: "What would I be expected to do there, mi Lord?"

"Well, that would be up to you. As you know, I don't believe in forcing women to do anything that they don't want to do, but if you were to do whatever he asks, I would be very grateful and I would make sure that you didn't regret it."

She looked down at the floor and fidgeted about for some time. "Would I have to let him fuck me, mi Lord?"

"Erm, well, as I said already, you don't have to, but I would make sure that if you did let him, you would not regret it."

"Begging your pardon, mi Lord, but I'm not sure I could let him do that."

"Please, Mary, for me."

She continued to fidget about while she thought about it. "Well, if you say it's alright mi Lord, I suppose I could do it, if that's what he really wants."

"Excellent. I will make sure that you do not regret it. So, go on up to his room and just take things as they come."

"Yes, mi Lord. Thank you, mi Lord." She turned and walked out, closing the door behind her.



* * * * *

Sir Reginald heard the knock on the door and invited her in. He didn't know who to expect, but when he saw that it was Mary, he smiled and muttered "Plan A." under his breath. "Come on in, Mary. Did Lord Fenwick tell you I wanted some female company, yours in particular?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Excellent, come and sit down." He patted his knee to indicate where she was to sit. She wasn't expecting that, but shuffled forward anyway and sat down gingerly on his knee, facing sideways.

"Lord Fenwick is indeed a lucky man to have such an attractive girl in his household."

"Thank you, Sir."

He started asking questions, trying to get her to talk. It took some time, but eventually, she relaxed and the conversation started to flow. She told him about her childhood, about how she had joined the household and what her duties were, missing out the personal services that she provided for her master. During this time his hand had been across her lap, gently holding her waist, but after a while it started to creep up until it reached her tits. When she didn't stop him, he began massaging them. He noticed a definite change in her breathing. "You know, you have a very beautiful figure."




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"Thank you, Sir."

"Would you let me see you without your dress on?" She hesitated for a few moments before nodding. "And please take your hat off and let your hair down too."

"Yes, Sir."

Moments later, she was standing naked in front of him. He adjusted the bulge in his breeches and patting his knee, invited her to sit on his lap again. As soon as she did so, his hand returned to her tits. The feel of the bare flesh of her tits electrified him. "You really do have a fabulous figure, you know and a very pretty face too, particularly with your hair down like that."

"Thank you, Sir."

After playing with her bare tits for a few minutes, he decided it was time to be more adventurous. He ran his hand down to her knees and gently pushed the far knee away from him to open her legs slightly. Again, she didn't object. Slowly, he moved his hand up her leg. Without being prompted, she parted her legs a bit further to give him better access. She was now breathing very heavily and he realised he was going to get his cock wet after all. On reaching her slit, he inserted one finger, then two and began to finger-fuck her. Her hips were now moving back and forth in time with his fingers. Without removing them, he started to rub her clit with his thumb. That made her jump.

"I want to fuck you."

"Yes, Sir."

"Get on the bed, while I get undressed."

"Yes, Sir."

As soon as he was undressed, he joined her on the bed. He was under strict instructions from Lord Fenwick to fuck her brains out and that's exactly what he intended to do. After fingering her cunt a while longer, he climbed in between her legs. She was ready. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit before gently pushing it in. She gasped. Once he was fully in her, he started thrusting. It didn't take long before she was rocking her hips from side to side, just as Lord Fenwick had described. She was also making strange guttural noises. This was going to be a really good fuck. Now he understood exactly what his friend had meant about her squirming around underneath him – fabulous. But he needed to get in deeper.

Leaning back, he took hold of one leg and brought it up to rest on his shoulder and then he did the same with the other leg. With her now bent in two, he could fuck her hard and deep. Within a short time, he was struggling to hold his climax back – he was really enjoying her and didn't want to finish yet, so he decided to switch to a less intense position.

He slipped out and got out of bed, beckoning her to follow him. After leading her to the chair, he bent her over the arm of the chair, stuck his cock back in from behind and began to thrust. It was even better than he had imagined earlier in the day. Having her head lower than most of her body made her dizzy. That and his continual pounding were having the desired effect. "Please don't stop. I'm coming." She was squirming around, making more guttural noises. "Arrrgh, yes, fuck me hard. Arrrgh, keep going." He had made her come.

Without waiting for her to calm down, he pulled her back to the bed, pushed her down onto her stomach and shoved his cock between her legs from behind again. He was now pounding away for all he was worth. "Go for it!" he muttered to himself. Within minutes, cum started spewing from his cock, just as she reached her second climax. He pumped away, emptying his balls and continued pumping until her climax subsided. Finally, there were two satisfied people on the bed.

Turning over on to his back, he glanced over to the clock – he had twenty minutes left according to the plan. Perfect timing!

"Well, Mary, that was fabulous. I hope that you enjoyed it as much as I did."

"Yes, Sir."

They lay together on the bed for another ten minutes or so, before he rose and washed his cock in a bowl of water. He then got dressed. Mary also got out of bed and dressed herself too. "That was really something special. Thank you Mary."

Mary recognised a dismissal when she heard one. "Will that be all, Sir?"

"Well, I suggest you go and get some rest and thank you again."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." She left the room and went up to her own room to clean herself up. She hadn't been told that she could retire to bed yet and knew better than to assume that nothing more would be needed of her that evening, so she returned to the kitchen. There was no sign of Jane there, which puzzled her.



* * * * *

After sending Mary to Sir Reginald's room, Lord Fenwick waited half an hour and then pulled the cord to ring the bell in the servants' quarters. Naturally, since Mary was with Sir Reginald, it was Jane who answered the call.

"Ah, come in Jane." She stepped in and closed the door.

"Disrobe."

"Yes, mi Lord."

"Lie on the bed, I want to fuck you."

"Yes, mi Lord."

He got undressed and climbed on the bed between her legs. It was true, he did want to fuck her, but before that, he owed her some pleasure in return for the quick cum-dump action of yesterday morning. He parted her cunt lips and began to rub her cunt gently before moving on to her clit. When she started panting, he lowered his head and licked her clit. She just loved this and he knew it. Before long, she was gasping, panting and bucking her hips up and down as his tongue did wonderful things to her cunt and clit. As soon as she had come, he wiped his face on the sheet and climbed up to fuck her.

He kept the fuck quite short since he was saving his energy for what was to follow, but he managed to give her a second orgasm before filling her cunt with his cum.

When he was finished, he turned onto his back and glanced at the clock. It was nearly time. Since she had not been dismissed, Jane just lay there too, wondering what was going on. Eventually, Lord Fenwick rose and after wiping away the sticky mess on and around his cock, got dressed. Jane took the hint and dressed herself too.

"Will that be all, mi Lord?"

He glanced at the clock again. "Er, no. Would you please go up to Sir Reginald's room and keep him company for a bit. Make sure he has anything he wants."

"Yes, mi Lord, er, anything at all that he wants, mi Lord?"

"Yes, Jane."

Unlike Mary, she knew what he meant and didn't need it spelt out for her. She was going to get fucked again, of that she was sure. "Very well, mi Lord."



* * * * *

Jane ran up to her own room to wash between her legs and make herself presentable again, then proceeded along to Sir Reginald's room.

"Come in," he called out, when she knocked on the door.

"Ah, Jane, come on in. Did Lord Fenwick send you to see me?"

"Yes, Sir, he said to make sure you have everything you want."

"Well, that's very nice. You have a very attractive figure, Jane. I'll tell you what I really want."

"What's that Sir?"

"Well, to start with I'd like to see what you're hiding under that dress."

"You mean you'd like to see my tits, Sir?"

"Yes."

"Would you like me to undress then, Sir?"

"Yes, please and let your hair down too."

"Yes, Sir."

She removed her hat, let her hair down and undid the straps of her dress to loosen it. Bending down, she took hold of the hem of her dress and lifted it right off over her head, then tossed it onto a chair. She stood there, naked in front of Sir Reginald, just as Mary had done, earlier on.

"Wow, those tits are even better than I imagined." He stood there, looking at them for some time. "Come nearer, Jane." She walked over to him.

He reached up and fondled her tits. "Wow, they're fabulous. I bet they move around like jellies when a man fucks you."

"Yes, Sir, they do."

"I'd like to fuck you and watch them jiggle about."

"Yes, Sir. Shall I get on the bed then, Sir?"

"Yes, please." While she was doing so, he undressed again. He walked over to the bed and pulled her legs so that they were overhanging the edge of the bed. Parting her legs, he rubbed his hard cock up and down her slit. He had decided not to bother with any foreplay. He reckoned that since Lord Fenwick had presumably just deposited a load of cum in her, she should be well and truly lubricated. He pushed forward and sure enough, his cock slipped in easily. Her legs were now resting on his shoulders. He started thrusting. With each thrust, her tits bounced around causing some discomfort to her. Eventually, she decided to hold them in place and using both hands, pushed them towards each other. Sir Reginald looked down at the extended cleavage this caused and increased his thrusting. He was in heaven. His friend's cum in her cunt provided a lovely slippery feeling that he was not used to, but it was something that given the opportunity, he'd like to get used to.

As he thrust away, he realised what his friend had meant when he had said that all women are different. This one's cunt was softer than the first one. Being a little heavier, Jane had more soft flesh, which just seemed to envelop his cock. It was not better, just different. She move differently too and her moans were less coherent, but the biggest difference, of course was those tits. Even with Jane holding them, they were flapping about in time to his thrusting.

Having come once already inside Mary, Sir Reginald was able to pump away for ages inside Jane. He managed to give her three orgasms before he felt his own climax building. He increased his thrusting and was rewarded with a tremendous cum, partially caused by the sight of those tits bouncing around. He wasn't used to having two girls in one day or even having his wife twice in one day and was now completely spent, albeit very happily so.

Jane had tried to trigger a forth orgasm when he came, but without success, so she ended up just lying there as his cum spewed into her. Still, she'd come three times, plus of course twice with Lord Fenwick, so she couldn't complain.

Sir Reginald withdrew from her cunt and lay back on the bed to rest. Once he had recovered, he rose and after wiping his cock clean a second time, got dressed again. Jane rose too and also dressed.

"Lord Fenwick told me to tell you that you can retire to bed now if you want. We won't be needing anything else this evening."

"Thank you, Sir." She turned and left the room, made her way upstairs and after cleaning herself up, went to bed.

Sir Reginald sat on his bed for a few minutes, running through the events of the evening. He'd fucked both girls and had loved every minute of it. Plan A had worked. He made his way down to the drawing room to wait for Lord Fenwick.



* * * * *

Meanwhile, after sending Jane to Sir Reginald's room, Lord Fenwick waited a few minutes and then pulled the cord to ring the bell. As expected, it was Mary who answered the call, since she was the only one in the kitchen because Jane was now with Sir Reginald.

"Ah, come in Mary."

She closed the door behind her and walked in, wondering what he could possibly want this time.

"Disrobe."

On hearing this, she was a shocked. "Begging your pardon, mi Lord, but Sir Reginald ... he's just ... are you sure you want me?"

"Did he fuck you?"

"Yes, mi Lord."

"Good, I want to fuck you too, so disrobe."

"Er, yes, mi Lord."

For the second time that evening, she removed her hat, let her hair down and took off her dress. Lord Fenwick watched her; there was no doubt about it, she had a superb pert figure and tonight she looked even better, with that radiant freshly-fucked look. He adjusted his cock, which had snagged on his breeches. Walking up to her, he turned her round so that her back was towards him and started mauling her tits. After a few minutes of tit-groping, he moved a hand down and slipped a finger into her cunt. It was wet and sticky – perfect!

It seemed like ages since he'd last fucked her. Yes, it had been Friday – four days ago. He'd fucked her brains out then and left her hardly able to walk. She had squirmed around underneath him for ages, having one continuous orgasm. He had promised himself a 'rag doll fuck' the next time and that's what he had in mind for tonight. He'd told Sir Reginald to fuck her brains out, so hopefully, she was already almost worn out. He just needed to complete the process.

Removing his finger from her cunt, he told her to wait on the bed for him while he undressed. When he was ready, he joined her and started fingering her again. He wanted to give her an orgasm before he even started with his cock. With two fingers in her cunt and his thumb rubbing on her clit, it didn't take long before she was thrashing about with her hands gripping the sheet. "Yes, oh, please don't stop," she cried. Her first climax was here already. He continued his fingering, keeping her at her peak until she could stand it no more. "Oh, I can't take any more ... please, Lord Fenwick." But he just carried on.

When he thought she really could take no more, he turned her over and shoved his cock in her from behind and started thrusting. Normally, he used this position with petit women when he wanted to come quickly, but that wasn't the aim tonight. When he wanted to come quickly, he would not go in too deep, so that the most sensitive part of his cock, just under the head, rubbed on her pubic bone. That was guaranteed to get him off in no time. But tonight he made sure he was in as deep as he could get. That way, the less sensitive lower part of his cock rubbed against her pubic bone instead, which meant less stimulation for him. Like that, he could last almost indefinitely.

However, it had the opposite effect on her. Every time he thrust, the end of his cock slammed against her cervix, something that was guaranteed to give intense stimulation to her. Within seconds, she was coming again. Now it was just a matter of time. He thrust and thrust and thrust. After ten minutes, she had had so many orgasms that she just couldn't take any more. He meanwhile was nowhere near coming. "Oh, Lord Fenwick, I can't take any more, please stop, Arrrgh, yes, please don't. I'm worn out." She was no longer writhing about under him; instead she was just lying there, taking whatever he gave her. She was now ready for his 'rag doll fuck'!

He pulled out, turned her over and mounted her again. She was still nice and wet, courtesy of his friend who had provided added lubrication. Immediately, he started pounding away. She was completely worn out, so she just lay there – just like a rag doll – with her legs wide apart. Usually he liked the feeling of her writhing about, but occasionally, he fancied a 'rag doll fuck', where the woman just lies there, motionless. It gave him a tremendous sense of power – he was using her body, solely for his own pleasure, while she lay there, accepting whatever he did to her and getting nothing at all back.

He pounded away, until after some considerable time, he felt his climax building. He was going to empty is balls into the second woman that evening. He gave her no warning, but instead, she suddenly felt his cum splattering into her womb. A few more thrusts and he was done. He pulled out almost immediately and turned over onto his back, feeling pretty tired himself. He had enjoyed his 'rag doll fuck'. It was a totally different experience to normal and whilst he wouldn't want it like that very often, it made a nice change.

"Thank you Mary, that was really fabulous."

He had dismissed her. "Thank you, mi Lord." They both rose and got dressed. "Will that be all, mi Lord?"

"Yes, Mary, many thanks. You may retire to bed."

Without bothering to put her hair back up, she left his room and went up the servants' stairs to the room she shared with Jane. Jane was already in bed.

"You'll never believe what just happened to me."

"Well, you look like you've just had your brains fucked out."

"And some. Lord Fenwick sent me up to Sir Reginald's room and Sir Reginald fucked me senseless. Afterwards, I went down to the kitchen, then Lord Fenwick called for me and he fucked me senseless too."

Jane laughed. "You only know the half of it."

"What do you mean?"

"While Sir Reginald was fucking you senseless, Lord Fenwick had his cock up my cunt and then while Lord Fenwick had a turn in you, Sir Reginald fucked me. So we've both been fucked by both of them tonight."

Mary stood there looking puzzled, while she worked it all out, then started laughing. "The randy sods."

"I know; I guessed that would happen. He pulled that trick once before with another friend before you started working here."

"Well, anyway, I suppose it was alright. I enjoyed both fucks, although I'm worn out now. Time for some sleep."

"Yes, I'm tired too; goodnight."

* * * * *

After sending Mary up to her room, Lord Fenwick went down to the drawing room to find Sir Reginald.

"Brilliant – plan A worked!"

"Well, Regi, old boy, both of them in one evening – did you enjoy yourself?"

"Rather!"

"Which did you prefer?"

"I would never have believed it. They were both fantastic, but very different. I can see what you mean about Mary squirming around underneath you and those tits on Jane, they're fantastic. And I can understand why you like to have several different women. Those two are so different in bed, I wouldn't have believed it."

"Yes, they're all different; that's just the point. That's why I like a selection. A glass of brandy to celebrate?"

"Absolutely!"

He opened the cabinet and poured two large brandies. "A toast – to women; women who fuck!"

"Women who fuck!"

They both downed their brandies in one.

"Another glass?"

"Yes, please."

Lord Fenwick refilled their glasses. "There's another thing I wanted to talk to you about. It concerns William."

"Is he alright? Hopefully, he's on track to take over the running of the paper mill once we've got it established."

"Yes, he's keen to do so. He's finished his studies. I haven't seen much of either of my sons recently. Darrel has joined the army and William is currently touring round Europe. He should be back in a couple of months, which will be perfect as far as the paper mill is concerned. But once he settles down, he'll need a wife, so I've been keeping an eye open for someone suitable and I've got a couple of potential ladies in mind – daughters of colleagues in the House of Lords."

"Yes, of course. It's important to ensure that he marries someone suitable."

"Indeed. Anyway, the problem is that as far as I can tell, he's not had any experience with women and I want to avoid a potentially embarrassing situation, where he gets married and spends his wedding night fumbling about not knowing what is supposed to fit in where. Can you imagine the scandal that would cause if the bride were to report such a thing back to her parents?"

Sir Reginald couldn't help laughing. "I'm sorry. I realise it's no laughing matter, but the way that you put it ..."

"Yes, well, anyway, I've decided that the way forward is to take on a 'gentleman's maid' to look after him, you know, to attend to his laundry etc. and to provide additional personal services in the same way that Jane and Mary do for me."

"So then he could experiment and gain some experience before he marries?"

"Yes, that's the general idea. I was wondering if you knew of any suitable girls who might be interested in joining the household in this role."

"A hardworking girl, with good looks and sufficient experience in the bedroom to teach him what to do?"

"Well no; a virgin would be better. I'll train her myself."

Sir Reginald laughed. "I might have guessed. Is she for you or for William?"

"She's for William, but of course if she's attractive, I would want to be able to avail myself of her services occasionally too."

"Haven't you got enough already?"

"As I pointed out earlier, you can never have enough."

"Well, I can't think of anyone off hand, but I can ask around."

"Thank you."

The two men looked into their brandy glasses, swirled the precious liquid round and held the glasses to their noses to inhale the wonderful aroma. They both took a sip.




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"Wait a minute – I might know someone suitable. Do you remember Lord Stankay?"

"Freddy Stankay? I though he died years ago – if he's still around, he must be in his late hundreds by now."

"That's the one. He's still alive, just. Ran into a spot of financial trouble and had to get rid of most of his staff. He kept one faithful maid after his wife died and this maid has a daughter who might just be what you're looking for. The daughter is probably Freddy's anyway – rumour has it that he used to fuck the mother at every opportunity in his younger years. I visited old Freddy two or three years ago and I remember the girl. She must have been about 16 at the time and I remember thinking that she was turning into a real good looker. Probably developed into a real stunner since then. Blond, pretty face and for her age, quite sizable tits – still growing when I last saw her. I don't suppose she has much of a life stuck in that old castle, falling down around them."

"Sounds perfect to me."

"Let me make a few enquiries and I'll let you know what the situation is and whether she's available."

"Excellent. Well, I'm ready for bed now; it's been a hard day and I've got two more ladies to look after tomorrow."

Sir Reginald laughed. "I might have guessed. I'm ready for bed too."

They both rose from their chairs and walked up to their rooms.