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A Rake Reminisces

By: Ashson



You want to write a story about me? I suppose I was a bit of a lad back in the days. Mind you, women knew there place back then. They'd be at home looking after their old man, not gallivanting around pretending to write stories.

So, what started me on the road to becoming a bit of a rake. I guess it was having Mildred, the new milk maid arrive at the home-farm the year I turned eighteen. A fine looking girl she was, tits out to here and a preference for low cut blouses.

Mildred had been at the home-farm for about a week when I did a runner from my studies. I was relaxing in the hayloft when she came into the barn to attend to the cows or something. Not wanting to be noticed, I just kept my head down, but not so far down that I didn't have a good view of what went on below. I did mention those low cut blouses, didn't I? From up there I could see straight down the front of it, and you can be sure I was looking.

Now, before Mildred had a chance to do anything, Joe, the cowherd, came into the barn and spots Mildred. He waltzes up to her and it was plain that he was pervin' down her blouse. 

Then he ups and says, "Hey, Mildred. "You're looking good. How's about a little slap and tickle then? It's nice and quiet here." 

Mildred is all up in arms over this.

"You gotta be jokin'," she says. "I barely know you, and I aint interested in getting to know you that well."

Now Joe, he always had an abrupt way of doing things. He didn't like to beat about the bush. He considered himself a man of action. So when Mildred said no, he just grabbed her blouse and pulls down the front a bit more and out she pops. 

Joe promptly latches onto Mildred's boobs and asks her again.

"Come on, Mildred. You don't want to waste time, especially with tits like these. I know how to please a woman."

Now Mildred was having none of it. She knocked Joe's hands away and told him to take his nasty intentions somewhere else.

Then Joe, he says, "Well, at least you can't say I didn't ask polite to start with."

The next thing I know he's pushed her onto the hay piled in the loose box and had hoisted her skirts up and was holding her legs apart. Now from up in the hayloft I could see everything, and when I say everything I can tell you right now, Mildred had small red curls down there.

Joe drops his trousers and his cock is sticking right out in front of him. Mildred is kicking and squealing but Joe has one hand on her mouth to shut her up and uses the other one to help guide his cock into her. I could actually see it start to go in before he lay on top of her, and I could see his bum give a big heave when he finished nailing her and hear Mildred give a shriek of fury.

Joe then moves his hands away from Mildred's mouth and grabs her boobs again, and starts humping his bum up and down.

"If you got any sense, Mildred, you'll just shut-up now and hump your pussy. I'm already in and I aint leaving til I'm done, so you might as well just take it like a woman should."

Now Mildred is swearing at him something shocking. I learnt a few new words that day, I can tell you. But I also saw that she was busy humping up to meet him while he did her. Now Joe wasn't in any hurry. He just took his time and thoroughly screwed Mildred, and she humped along with him the entire time, even if she was calling her names. 

Finally Joe seemed to go into overdrive and started really banging his cock into Mildred, and she was bouncing and squealing and carrying on like nobody's business. Then Mildred gives a shriek and seemed to just collapse into the hay. Joe just lay on her for a few more moments, then got up, pulled up his trousers and pissed off.

I thought Mildred would go and tell on him or something, but she just straightened her clothes and got on with her work.

Now I knew that Joe had raped Mildred, and I was waiting for the repercussions. I expected at the very least that Mildred would quit or that Joe would be sacked, but nothing happened. It was like the rape had just never occurred.

I might have dismissed the whole thing but for a second incident. That hayloft is one of my favourite hiding places and I was back up there a few days later. Then along comes Mildred. This wasn't unusual. It's where she does most of her work, after all, and I see her most days when I'm in the hayloft. 

This time Andy, one of the grooms came into the barn. He didn't even make a pretence of asking. He just comes up to Mildred and told her to bend over and put her hands on the milking stool because he was going to do her.

Mildred says the hell you are, and Andy just shows her his fist and says that's right. The hell I am. Sweet guy Andy. No beating around the bush for him.

Mildred seemed in no doubt that he'd clock her if she refused so she turned around and bent over, hands braced against the stool. Andy flipped her dress up away from her bottom and when he took a step back to drop his own trousers I could see right up her pussy. 

Andy apparently decided he wanted a bit more room, so he pulled Mildred around a bit until she was side on to me, but that just meant I could see his cock as he lined it up and plunged in.

Then Andy was going hell for leather, his cock doing its best to beat Mildred to death, and her bum was bobbing up and down in time to the beating.

It was very similar in its way to the way Joe took her, Andy doing the running, Mildred doing as she was told and letting it happen, and they just bounced until Andy finally got on that last spurt. He grabbed Mildred's hips at the end and really ploughed his cock into her.

Also at the end there, Mildred did her little shriek and shiver bit, which seemed to please Andy. Then he finally pulled his cock out, slapped Mildred on the bum and sauntered away, happy as Larry.

Mildred didn't seem quite so happy but she tidied up her clothes and got on with her work.

Again, I knew that she'd been raped, and I was again waiting to see what happened. And again, nothing happened. I decided to investigate.

I tackled Joe first. I got him to one side and tried to figure out what was going on.

"Listen, Joe," I said to him, "I saw you the other day when you raped Mildred. I thought you'd get arrested or fired or that she'd quit or something, but nothing happened."

"Course not," said Joe. "I'm not admitting it was rape, mind you, but if Mildred went and told the Master that I'd bonked her she'd probably be the one to get the sack. Women get the blame in those situations so she just kept her mouth shut."

I blinked at that. It hadn't even occurred to me that Mildred might be blamed. But the possibility would explain why she hadn't complained.

Next I tackled Andy, asking the same sort of question.

"Wasn't rape, boy," he told me. "She bent over when I told her to of her own free will. That makes it OK. And she aint going to tell anyone that I bonked her. It'd make her look like a tart."

Andy hadn't actually said he'd punch her out if she didn't bend over. The threat was implicit from the way he was standing, rather than explicit. I could appreciate the difference.

"As a matter of curiosity, Andy, have you suggested to any of the other girls that they might like to bend over?"

Andy grinned. "Now, that would be telling, wouldn't it?" he said.

So now I had much to think over. I thought a word with Mildred was called for.

The next day found me in my favourite hayloft, waiting for Mildred to arrive. When she finally put in an appearance I called down to her.

"Hey, Mildred, can you come up here, please?" I asked, speaking softly.

Mildred looked up and spotted me easily enough.

"Why do you want me to come up there, Master Michael?" she asked.

"Because I want to talk to you and I don't want other people coming in and interrupting us," I explained.

Mildred shrugged and came scampering up the ladder and sank into the straw next to me, giggling.

"What did you want, Master Michael?"

"The other day I saw Joe come in here, toss you on the straw and fuck your arse off," I told her. "Yesterday, Andy came in, told you to bend over, and then proceeded to screw your arse off. Now you didn't say anything to anyone about this. Why not?"

Mildred's face was bright red. Obviously she'd had no idea that her little sessions with Joe and Andy had been witnessed. She stuttered for a few moments and then finally managed to talk.

"I couldn't prove they forced me," she complained. "All they had to do was say I was willing and I'd get the sack. It'd be hard to get another job and if I did I'd probably get jumped there as well. Getting raped like that is one of the hazards a woman faces. You'll probably find half the maids here have been raped at some time or another. More than half. They just don't dare say anything."

"I thought it was something like that," I told her. "OK. Now will you please take off your clothes, as it's my turn to try you."

"What?" Mildred almost screamed it as she sat bolt upright.

"I said, take off your clothes as it's now my turn," I replied. "I'm strong enough to force you but I'd rather you just do as your told. Easier for both of us if things don't get nasty."

I could see her dithering. I was younger than her and to have me make her strip was infuriating her. But she now knew that I knew about her sessions with Joe and Andy, and the unspoken threat was there. I could cause a lot of trouble with a loose mouth. 

She finally hitched up her dress, showing me her goodies.

"This will have to do," she told me.

I shook my head.

"No. I'm new at this and so I want to do it properly and for that I need you naked. Now get your clothes off and then you can show me what to do."

Mildred's eyes opened wide. "You expect me to get undressed and then show you how to rape me?"

"In a word, yes," I said. "Now get a move on. I'm getting impatient."

Mildred was looking daggers at me but she really had no choice and she knew it. She started getting undressed and I took the time to take off my trousers as well, which my erection appreciated. It had been feeling rather cramped in there.

When Mildred was naked I started playing with her breasts and stroking her curls and exploring generally. I was also asking her embarrassing questions, like why her nipples stood up after I'd been teasing them and why did her breasts seem to swell when I squeezed them. 

I also made her explain what she knew about her plumbing system, telling me just where my cock was going to go, what to do with it once I got it in there and just why she jumped and squealed when I flicked that little lump hidden in there. 

She choked a bit on that last one, maybe because I kept on flicking it while she tried to explain. I've since found out that it was her clitoris, and it seems really sensitive if a man goes teasing it. Doesn't matter if it's rape or otherwise. Touch it properly and the clitoris stands up and squeals. Actually, the clitoris does the standing and the girl does the squealing. Useful thing to know, that.

Mildred also told me to watch the girl's lips down there as they swelled slightly and parted when ready for the cock. Also she should be hot and wet. I asked what happens if you don't wait for all that to happen but just bung it in anyway. She said it's not as much fun for man or woman, but especially not much fun for the woman. Best to wait until she's ready.

"Well," I said, "You seem hot and wet as far as I can tell so I'm going to stick you, but you also seem a bit small."

"I'll manage," she told me, and I thought she might have been laughing at me, but she finally looked down and saw my erection. It had been hidden by my shirt falling down in front of it and Mildred hadn't exactly gone looking for it.

When she saw me sticking out she muttered what sounded something like "Lord have mercy" and looked determinedly elsewhere while I moved her lips apart and started pushing in where she'd showed me. I don't know what she was worried about, I wasn't that much bigger than Joe. (Andy doesn't count. His is tiny compared to mine.)

I pushed into her and she kept telling me to take it slowly. My cock was telling me to just stick it in hard and fast, but if you're having a lesson it's best to listen to the teacher. I just did as I was told and moved in nice and easy, while Mildred would gasp and give a little squeal every so often as I went in.

"How can I tell if the girl I'm taking is a virgin?" I asked as I pressed a little deeper. 

"If she hasn't got the sense to warn you, you'll feel a little barrier as you try to enter her. You'll feel it tear as you split it, unless of course you split the entire girl in half which in your case seems a distinct possibility."

Finally I seemed to be nicely positioned inside Mildred. She told me to just wait a moment or two while she seemed to shift about slightly. She was just getting comfortable, she explained. Then she went on to explain the next steps, although I thought I knew them anyway from watching Joe and Andy. I'd just keep pronging her and see what happened.

Mildred had me start off slowly, pulling back and returning, and I noticed the difference right away. Instead of just lying there while I stuck her, Mildred was pushing up against me as I went in, and it felt good. I mean, I wanted to go crazy, banging my cock inside her, it felt so good, but I did as Mildred wanted and just kept going at the pace she wanted.

It kept getting better. The idea I quickly found was to draw the whole affair out for as long as I could, keeping all those lovely sensations rolling off my cock. If Mildred was feeling anything like what I was feeling, she'd want it to keep going too.

I kept on sawing away, enjoying the feeling, while Mildred was starting to gasp and make little squeaky noise as I drilled into her. After a while she was telling me to go harder and faster. I asked why, what we were doing was pretty good as it was. She told me because it would get better and would I please shift my arse.

I started pumping her harder and harder. I was pulling almost fully out of her and slamming back in and Mildred was squealing and heaving up to meet me, asking for more, more.

So more was what I gave her and as I pounded into her I could feel these tensions rising and tightening within me. I finally realised why Joe and Andy had seemed to go a little crazy at the end, and I could feel that craziness descending on me.

Then I was gasping and banging in extra hard, thoroughly spraying Mildred's insides, and she was squealing and seemed to be trying to hang onto my cock and not letting go.

I ground to an exhausted halt and Mildred just sagged against the straw, apparently completely boneless.

I finally tidied up my clothes and then had to wait while Mildred got around to putting her own clothes back on.

"That is the only lesson I'm giving you," she told me. "If you try and push your luck and jump me again I'll whisper a word in Joe's ear. I'm quite sure that if I agree to give him a second round, he'll agree to beat the crap out of you. Got it?"

I nodded. I'd learnt enough for now. I thought I'd find another unwilling body or two to practice on. I liked that feeling of dominance, where Mildred had to do what I wanted even though she didn't want to. It was just a case of pick my targets carefully. I also wanted to find a virgin to see what taking one was like.

I strolled back to the house, considering the various female members of the household.

As you must realise, I was new to this raping business, so I had to choose my next partner with care.

(No, no. I never thought of them as victims. That sounds so predatory. I preferred to think of them as unwilling partners who just needed some coaxing.)

I didn't want to try a virgin just yet, but seriously doubted that any of the maids were, given the likes of Joe and Andy running around. So I wanted a maid, my age or a little older (who wants an old hen when there are fresh young chickens to be had) and one who I could catch unawares in a reasonably isolated place. Not all that easy in a house the size of ours, but there were a few to choose from.

I finally decided to keep it simple. Betty was the maid that did my room. She was young enough to suit, would come to my room so I didn't have to chase her, and there would be a bed right there. All I had to do was leave in the morning and then double back while she was still in my room.

The whole thing worked like a charm. When I left in the morning I strolled down the hallway and spotted Betty hanging around chatting with a couple of the other maids. When they saw me coming they scattered, and I saw Betty heading up towards my room. I gave her a head start and then retraced my steps.

The door to my room was open and Betty was there, bending over the bed straightening the sheets. I just stepped in, quietly closed the door and lifted her skirts up before she knew I was there.

She gave a squeak, and then a louder one when my hand started delicately probing her slit. She managed to get her head free from the skirts and turned on me with a vengeance.

"Cut that out, you little shit," she snarled. "If you don't let me go this instant I'll be letting your mother know."

"Don't be stupid," I told her. "You're in my bedroom with me. Everyone knows that you're supposed to wait until I'm gone. I'll just tell mother you enticed me and then asked for money. Who do you think she'll believe?"

Betty shut up for a moment at that while I continued feeling her out.

"Just what do you intend doing?" she finally asked, sounding a shade nervous and a lot irritated.

"What do you think I'm going to do?" I asked, surprised.

I mean to say. I had her bent over a bed, skirts up around her ears and fingers dipping in and out of her pussy while she squirmed under me. Did she think I was just going to stop and wander away after having come that far?

"If you're going to rape me then will you just stop fucking around and do it?" she snapped. "I have work to do."

"I can't do it yet," I pointed out. "You're not wet enough to take me easily. I was told to make sure a girl is nice and wet before I start."

"Who told you that?" Betty wanted to know, "and why would they say something so silly?"

Even though I was busy playing with her I'd managed to undo my buttons and let my erection out, ready for its turn at the fun. 

Twisting her head around to glare at me while talking, Betty's eyes dropped down to where my cock stood waiting. She seemed to pale a little, and then said, "Oh. That's why." Then she turned and looked away, this time keeping her mouth shut.

It didn't really take that long to get Betty's juices flowing. Finally seeing she seemed nice and wet I edged her lips apart and started into her.

As soon as I started pressing in, Betty started babbling. 

"Oh, god no, he's really doing it. Take it slowly, damn you. God, not so hard. Why me? For crying out loud, how much more are you sticking in? Ahhh, take it easy, damn you, you rotten sod."

These and other loving words came floating past as I slowly pushed myself into her. She was tight, and I had to press firmly to get her passage to open up for me, but she was wet enough that, despite her whining, I was sliding in fairly easily. As I suspected, she wasn't a virgin, but I don't think she'd had too much experience. She sure squealed a lot as I went in.

Finally I was all the way in and I stood there, waiting. And waiting.

"What are you waiting for?" demanded Betty.

"I'm just waiting for you to make yourself comfortable on my cock," I explained. "I was told that's the polite thing to do?"

"Who the fuck has been giving you lessons? The Marquise De Sade?" came the rejoinder. "If you're going to rape a girl, at least have the decency to go ahead and do it instead of stalling."

Women! Who can understand them? Mildred wanted me to wait while she adjusted. Now Betty didn't want me to wait but to get straight down to business. How is a man supposed to know which option to take? I thought in future I'd wait and give them a chance to adjust, but if they didn't do it fast I'd just get on with it. It was all a learning experience for me.


A Rake Reminisces



So to keep Betty happy, or at least less unhappy, I started work. I slowly withdrew, letting her get the feel of my cock dragging against her flesh while enjoying the feel of her clinging to my cock as it moved. Reversing, I slid back in, still moving slowly so that Betty could sense the rhythm and start to adjust to it. 

I did this several times, relishing the movement and the feel of Betty, but I also knew something was missing. I paused, half inside her.

"Betty," I told her, "you're supposed to move to meet me when I push into you. Not just wait while I do all the work. Try pushing back against me when I take you."

"I'd just as soon not," snapped Betty. "It's your rape. Do it yourself."

"That means I make the rules. You meet me or I start smacking your bottom as I come in, like this," I snapped straight back, leaving a red handprint outlined on her pretty white bottom.

Betty gave a squeal and hastily pushed back against me, helping me penetrate fully inside her again. After that things went more smoothly, with Betty finally doing her share. I was still taking my time, enjoying the whole thing, the sex and the dominance.

We banged together very nicely for a while, and I could hear Betty starting to gasp as I sank in. I very much doubted that she'd be as helpful as Mildred and tell me when to go faster, so I had to guess at that.

Figuring it was time, I bounced in a bit harder and faster, and Betty gave this little squeak. Moving at the faster pace, I found Betty keeping up easily, but she was not only breathing faster but she was also letting out little squeaks every so often.

Again I increased speed, and again Betty squeaked and adjusted. Since I was now pounding into her at quite a respectable rate I thought I'd leave it at that. Betty, it turned out, had other ideas. We'd been bouncing together for a short while at the faster rate when Betty gave this frustrated sounding squeal.

"Alright," she squeaked at me. "You win. Do it faster. Take me now, damn you. Hard!"

She surprised me. I thought I was already taking her quite hard, but if that was what she wanted....

I started to really bang home into her, not even giving her a chance to do more than gasp before I'd pulled back and banged in again. Her breath was now shuddering. She'd gasp in while I pulled back and then lose it all with a squeal as I hammered back inside her.

I could hear her whining and then she suddenly buried her face in a pillow and I could hear muffled screams. At the same time she seemed to shudder and she clamped onto my cock the way Mildred had at the end.

That squeezing of the old fellow was enough to make me lose it. I was suddenly giving lots of small quick jerks and spraying her thoroughly while she screamed and wailed into the pillow, shaking all over.

I was spent and I just leaned against Betty, but she didn't object. She didn't say anything. She just leaned on the bed as though she was a puppet and someone had cut all her strings. Eventually I recovered enough to straighten up and pull away, tidying my clothes. Then I waited.

Betty finally roused herself and started straightening her clothes. She gave me a filthy look and told me to go away. She had work to do. I just smiled and left.

As I guessed, Betty didn't say anything about what had happened, at least, not officially. I did notice that from that point on there always seemed to be two maids doing my room. They said they could work faster if there were two of them.

I had now demonstrated to my own satisfaction that I could catch any of the women who worked around the place and they wouldn't dare report me. Their jobs and their reputations were at stake, and they didn't want to lose either. 

I kept clear of the youngest maids, because they might have been virgin and not know how the game was played. That could cause unwanted problems. For a while, though, I did play at trapping various maids and persuading them to submit to my charms. I even managed to nail Betty a second time when she went for a walk. That time she just gave a groan when she saw me and then cooperated in fine style.

After a while the maids started taking precautions, and I think someone told the housekeeper that I was playing up, because she took what I thought was a very ill-intentioned action. Half a dozen of the younger maids vanished, being replaced by a series of old harridans. Mrs. Foley had swapped the younger maids for older ones with some of the neighbouring manors. 

It was obvious that if I wanted to continue my new hobby I'd have to branch out. So I did. What I wanted was a virgin, but I'd have to find one who wouldn't dare kick up a stink. I didn't want to find myself constrained to marry one, after all.

I looked over the neighbours and decided on Lady Katherine as my virgin target. If I could trap and take her, she'd most definitely keep her mouth shut. She was due to go to London soon and was expected to snaffle a fine husband there. There was no way she'd want to find herself stuck with me.

Lady Katherine was eighteen. Usually people of her estate make their official debut at age sixteen, but Lady Katherine had run into some rotten luck. A couple of close relatives had died at inconvenient times, meaning her debut had to be put off, but she was finally getting ready to go.

Now I knew Lady Katherine quite well, but we weren't really friends. She was my age and pretty, but a fearful snob, which would make my taking her all the better. Also I knew a couple of things about her that she didn't know I knew.

Her maid was not going to London with her, but was returning to her village to get married. So I figured that she could be bribed to look the other way if I popped up.

Also, Lady Katherine liked to take walks. Generally in the woods, with her maid, which was where I intended to meet them. However, I had happened to be in the woods one night, just walking, not poaching, I assure you, when I saw Lady Katherine sneaking into the woods by herself. 

I'd followed and trailed her to a little clearing near the creek where she'd just laid down on the grass and relaxed. She hadn't been meeting anybody and when I trod on a twig and broke it she'd sat up, startled, and headed back home fast. 

Curious, I'd made a habit of going back there to watch for a couple of weeks, and found that Lady Katherine had formed the habit of sneaking out a couple of times a week to just relax in complete solitude. It was something to remember.

For the next few days I kept an eye out for Lady Katherine and her maid taking one of their walks. I had a time limit for this particular ploy as Tracy, the maid, was leaving very shortly. Once she was gone I'd have to switch to plan B.

I was lucky, as the day before Tracy was due to leave I spotted Lady Katherine and Tracy hiking into the woods. This particular ploy was based on the fact that Lady Katherine was a snob and not too nice to her maid.

I nipped across to where I expected them to go and when they came down the path I was waiting.

"Good morning," I said to Lady Katherine, while nodding at Tracy to include her. "I hear you're heading for London soon."

"In another week," Lady Katherine confirmed. "And I'll be glad to get out of this dead end place and get to meet some interesting people."

Not dull boors, like me, she didn't say, but the inference was there.

I just smiled and turned to Tracy.

"I hear that you're going back to your village for a wedding," I said to her smiling.

Tracy nodded, smiling. "I leave tomorrow morning," she told me.

"Well, as a going away present, why don't I give you a pound to sit down over there and not notice while I lift up Lady Katherine's skirts?"

Both young women seemed rather startled by my suggestion.

"Oh, sir," protested Tracy, putting her hands to her cheeks, looking flushed. (And interested. I could see cupidity in her eyes as she glanced over at Lady Katherine. Tracy had nothing to lose and she didn't really like Lady Katherine.)

"Sir, what sort of suggestion is that to make in front of a Lady?" Lady Katherine demanded, seriously annoyed at my rudeness and gall.

"A serious one," I replied. I looked at Tracy.

"All you have to do is take the money, sit down and shut up. And ignore any squeaks and squeals from Lady Katherine when I start rogering her."

"This is disgraceful," Lady Katherine was yelling, while Tracy was biting her lip and thinking about it.

"Don't worry about Lady Katherine," I told Tracy. "She won't say anything and miss out on going to London."

I could see the acceptance in her eyes, but so could Lady Katherine. I'll give her this, she can think fast. 

"Five pounds, Tracy, if you let him take you instead," she snapped. At the same time she opened her little reticule and pulled out some notes.

"Cor, done," snapped Tracy, reaching for the money.

I was stuck. If I tried to take Lady Katherine now, Tracy would help her. I shrugged mentally. So I'd have another maid. Lady Katherine would get to watch which would probably offend her no end. 

"Saved by the maid," I murmured. "And I was so hoping to initiate a virgin."

"Tracy is a virgin," said Lady Katherine, indignant that her maid would be other than pure.

I glanced at Tracy, who blushed.

"Take off your clothes," I told her. "I want you naked."

She hesitated, and Lady Katherine rounded on her.

"Well hurry up about it," she said. "I'm not waiting here all day and I can't continue my walk without you."

Still blushing, Tracy started taking off her dress.

"Tell me, Tracy, how many times have you been nailed? Not a specific count, but just the number of men. We'll count your fiancé as one. Who else?"

"Um, you're right about my fiancé," said Tracy, "but no others, honest."

I laughed. 

"Tracy, Lady Katherine is about to see you naked and getting nailed. You have five pounds and you're going home tomorrow. Lady Katherine will be delighted to see you gone. She's not going to worry at this stage if you've been nailed by other men. Who were they?'

"Mr. Hodgekins," she started. "He tries out all the new maids when they start."

From the look on Lady Katherine's face she was suddenly seeing her butler with fresh eyes.

"Both the footmen have trapped me a couple of times, and Joe, your cowherd, got me once."

Lady Katherine was finding she'd been living in a sink of iniquity and was horrified. 

By now Tracy was naked, her pert little breasts standing out, her nipples already erect, I noticed. I think she was excited that she was going to be taken in front of Lady Katherine, and Lady Katherine wouldn't be able to say boo about it.

I had her lie down, legs apart, then told Lady Katherine to sit down and shut-up. I undid my trousers and let my erection stand out. I heard Lady Katherine give a hiss of surprise, and Tracy started babbling.

"Oh lummy, you got to be kidding me. You aint really going to stick that in me are you? It'll never fit, it won't."

It's beyond me why women react like that when they see me. I swear to you it's not that large. After a while I just put it down to fearful anticipation, as they all seemed to handle it once I started on them.

I settled onto the ground next to Tracy, on the side away from Lady Katherine. I didn't want to block her view of what was going on. I squeezed Tracy's breasts with one hand while the other closed upon her female flesh and started exploring.

Her erect nipples turned out to be an indicator of her current state. She was already hot and wet and waiting, and there was no need for me to stoke the furnace. 

I pushed Tracy's legs further apart and lent over her, cock just touching her slit. A glance at Lady Katherine showed that she had on an 'ignore these peasants' look and was looking studiously elsewhere. But I caught her eyes flickering over to see what we were doing before hastily directing them away again.

An evil genie must have touched me at that point. 

"Lady Katherine," I murmured, "I want you to come over here, stretch Tracy's lips apart and steer me into place."

"I'd rather die," came the not unexpected reply.

"Of course," I added casually, "I suppose I could always switch my attentions back to you."

With that, Lady Katherine came scrambling over. Red faced, she stretched Tracy's lips and then took my cock between two fingers and urged it into place. Poor Tracy was torn between laughing at the look on Lady Katherine's face and screaming that she didn't want that thing in her.

She didn't get a chance to do either. I gave a firm push and slid neatly into her. Tracy gave a yip, but her passage opened easily, letting me slide in deeply. Another push and I was home. I could feel Tracy give a little wriggle under me and then relax, and I started feeling her out.

I've noticed that when I take women, they seem to appreciate me starting slowly, giving them time to come to terms with what's being done to them. So it was with Tracy. (I also made a mental note to see how a woman handled it when I went hell for leather right from the word go. Could be interesting.)

I pushed down into Tracy and she lifted her hips to meet me. No instructions need, no making her toe the line. She knew what was wanted and was quite willing to do it. Any initial nervousness she might have felt was gone once my cock started pleasing her. 

A difference between a woman who was willing to fuck me (even if she was being paid) and one who I had to persuade was that Tracy got right down to it, praising my efforts and making enthusiastic noises as I drilled into her.

It was irritating. I wasn't the dominant one. Not really, even though I had her pinned to the ground by my cock. She saw it as a coming together of equals, and was quite enthusiastic about getting herself well and truly screwed. Apart from the fun of the actual sex, my only real pleasure in the situation was the look on Lady Katherine's face.

She was appalled, shocked and excited, although I'd bet a fiver that she'd never admit to that last bit. Contenting myself with the knowledge that her turn would come, I ploughed into Tracy.

I didn't have to guess when I needed to go faster. Tracy was bucking under me, demanding I go harder and faster, and when I did so she demanded I go harder yet. Which I did.

We bounced together in fine style, while I could feel Lady Katherine's eyes glued to us, as though she didn't really believe this was happening.

When your partner is as willing and enthusiastic as Tracy, the sex doesn't last as long. I didn't need to take the extra time to build her up to the point where she'd participate willingly, I just needed to nail her down and start hammering. 

It wasn't long and Tracy was bucking even harder under me, shouting, "Now, damn you, now."

Now it was and I just let myself go, pounding into her while she came apart at the seams. Used to a longer ride than this one, I wasn't quite ready, and Tracy had collapsed from her climax while I was still banging into her. 

I didn't stop, of course. I kept banging away, hard and fast, and wasn't all that surprised when Tracy's bottom twitched and she started rising to meet me again. It wasn't for long. I finally turned on the hose and washed away her inhibitions while Tracy seemed to convulse for a second time, squealing her glee.

After that I straightened up my clothes and watched as Tracy slowly got dressed, a smug look on her face. Lady Katherine was furious, but there was nothing she could do. To even mention what had happened would be enough to ruin her reputation, and she knew it. The two women headed off, one scowling and the other smirking.

You will note that, while I'd enjoyed an interesting interlude, I had not yet reached my target. I hadn't nailed a virgin. So for Lady Katherine, Plan B went into action. In a week, Lady Katherine went to London, and for that week she'd be accompanied by her new maid. Who I wouldn't be able to buy off.

Plan B depended on Lady Katherine sneaking away from the fuss at home one night for her solitary walk in the woods. I thought that the odds were good, and I was really hoping to score before she was gone.

For the next four nights I haunted the woods near Lady Katherine's place. Once she came out, strolled around the house and went back inside. On the fifth night, she took her walk in the woods. 

I knew where she'd be going; to the little clearing next to the creek. When she got there, I'd be waiting.

I was standing quietly under the trees when Lady Katherine arrived. She settled down on the grass and contemplated the water. It was such a peaceful scene I almost hated to break it up. Almost.

"Well met by moonlight, proud Titania," I said, and Lady Katherine jumped with a squeak.

"No need to worry, Katherine," I said, stepping out. "It's only me. There again, maybe that is reason to worry. Did Tracy get a nice send-off?"

"Don't mention that tart to me," snapped Katherine. "I can't believe she did that with you, and in front of me."

"You paid her to do it," I pointed out. "Unfortunately, there's no-one for you to pay tonight, is there?"

Katherine suddenly seemed to remember my original intention prior to my little tryst with Tracy. She went to scramble to her feet but found herself hampered by the fact that my foot was standing on her dress, holding her pinned down.

"Will you please take your foot off my dress," she snapped at me. "What do you want, anyway?"

I undid my buttons and let my cock loose.

"Guess," I said.

"You're mad," Katherine said, giving me a killing look. "My father would kill you."

"Really? You're going to tell him that you were out in the woods in the middle of the night and I just happened to come along, lift up your dress and have my way with you? You're going to tell him you lost your virginity to me just days before you go to London?

Tell him I've taken your virginity and you won't be going to London. You'll be walking down the aisle with me, and somehow, I don't think you want that."

"It's not going to happen," Katherine insisted. "I'll fight you. I'm not letting you do this to me."

"Actually, I am going to do this to you, and you're not going to fight. Imagine trying to keep your loss of innocence a secret while sporting a black eye, because I am taking you tonight. I'm a lot bigger and stronger and you won't be able to stop me.

Your best bet, I assure you, is to do as you're told and hope it doesn't hurt too much. I'm told that if I take it slowly it shouldn't hurt at all. It will be interesting to find out, won't it?"

Katherine was cornered and she knew it. She had no right to be out in the woods at night, alone, and if she tried to tell her parents that I raped her they would blame her, accusing her of coming out here to meet me. Which she did, even if she hadn't known she was going to.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" she asked desperately.

"Because I don't want to. I want to lift up your dress and initiate you into the joys of being a woman. Now are you going to be a good girl and do as you're told?"

Katherine just looked at me. There wasn't much she could say or do and she knew it.

"I want your dress off," I told her. "I'm sure you don't want your clothes getting stains on them so start taking them off."

Katherine was glaring at me even harder and biting her lip. I just waited, smiling blandly, trying to radiate a total confidence that she would see thing my way. Apparently it worked, for she gave a groan and started undressing.

It didn't take long and she was standing naked in front of me, the bright moonlight letting me see her full figure and her furiously blushing face. Her breasts, might I say, were magnificent. I just automatically reached up and cupped them, thumbs rolling the nipples as I did so.

Katherine made an inarticulate noise low in her throat and tried to step back away from me. Her foot just happened to catch mine as she was moving and she found herself falling backwards. She gave a squawk but I was able to catch her and guide her down onto her back.




A Rake Reminisces



I settled down next to her and took hold of her breasts again. I really wanted to spend some time admiring those. I was already wondering what they'd taste like. Katherine, being a natural spoilsport, tried to push my hands away.

"If you want to play with something," I told her, "play with this."

I caught one of her hands and pressed it against my cock. Her hand automatically closed around it as I pressed it into her hand and she held it for a moment before letting go with a gasp. I reached for her hand again.

"I didn't say let it go," I reprimanded her. "I said play with it. I expect you to hold it until I leave your breasts go. If you don't, I will smack your bottom. Um, would you like your bottom smacked anyway?" I asked.

She didn't answer, but neither did she let go my cock. I resumed playing with her breasts, fondling them and sucking on them, being careful not to do anything that might leave marks. I'd hate it for Katherine to have to explain love bites all over her breasts the next day.

By the time I transferred attention to Katherine's mound, she was actually running her hands lightly over my cock, familiarising herself with it. It seemed to me that it was probably a good thing that she'd seen me using it on Tracy. She didn't seem scared of having it in her apart from her initial reservations about losing her virginity. After all, she'd seen that Tracy handled it easily and apparently thoroughly enjoyed having it wiggle about inside her. 

When I'd nailed Mildred I'd taken some time to have her give me a few instructions on female plumbing. She'd told me about the clitoris and showed me how to stimulate it. She also told me that if I was ever with a virgin to give the poor girl a chance and play around with her clitoris before I speared her. 

Keeping this in mind, I started stroking Katherine's mound. It seems to me that a couple of the maids had got really excited just knowing I was going to take them, while the others had to be coaxed to life. I guess some women just like a man to come up and take them, giving them no choice. It excites them to know they're helpless and the man is just taking them.

When I slipped my fingers between Katherine's lips and into her hidden recesses I found that she was hot and wet. Very wet. Fluids were practically gushing from her. It seemed that she was one of these women who liked to be dominated. Stroking inside her I found her clitoris and flicked it. 

Katherine almost jumped clean off the ground. She seemed to convulse and gave a strangled scream. 

"Like this do you?" I asked, and flicked her again.

A few more touches there and she was babbling, pleading for me to stop, she couldn't stand it. Satisfied that she was ready I moved her legs wider apart.

Now that she was actually going to be penetrated, Katherine got real nervous, real fast. She was breathing hard and looking at where my cock was pressing against her lips. She gave a little frightened moan and I pushed inwards.

Pushing up against her passage I could feel her maidenhead, waiting for me to break it. So could Katherine. She gave a little shudder and I laughed and pressed forward hard.

I felt something give and I was sinking in while Katherine gave a yelp of pain. It wasn't much of a yelp in my books, so I suppose that it hadn't hurt too much. Her yelp trailed away to be replaced by a familiar old refrain.

"Oh my god, you're really doing it. Not so fast, it's too big. Oh god, you're trying to kill me, I just know it. How much more is there. Stop already." 

You know, the same old feminine whine. They whinge about it going in and can't get enough once it is in.

I kept on pushing in, ignoring Katherine's wailing and carrying on, until I was fully in place. As expected, her passage had stretched to accommodate me with no problems. Now that I was in I gave my little pause.

"OK, sweetheart," I told Katherine. "I'm all the way in. If you wriggle your bottom around a little you may find a more comfortable position. Why don't you try it?"

Still giving with the whines, Katherine wriggled under me, shifting back and forth on my cock a little, which I found immensely pleasing. Then she settled back.

"Now do you remember when I played with Tracy how she pushed up to meet me when I pushed into her?"

Receiving a tentative nod, I continued.

"Then that's what I want you to do. I'll move in and out a couple of times so you can adjust to the feel of it, then I expect you to start lifting your hips to meet me."

With that I pressed firmly against Katherine and then pulled slowly back. When I was almost losing contact with her, I stopped and reversed, pushing smoothly into her. I felt her twitch slight as I came lancing down and knew it wouldn't be long before she got the rhythm. Another long slow withdrawal followed by a determined plunge and this time the twitch was a decided upwards movement.

Slowly I drew her along, letting her feel the long drag as I withdrew followed by the sharper sensations as I battered my way back inside. 

(If left to myself I could just keep doing this for ages, it felt so good, and on the spot I decided to catch myself a partner somewhere I could spend a decent amount of time with them. It would be interesting to see how a woman coped with a man just going on and on and not trying to climax.)

We were still moving relatively slowly, but Katherine was humping her hips eagerly to meet me. For the time being all her reservations regarding what we were doing had been put aside. She seemed to have decided that if she had to do this she might as well learn to do it properly and enjoy it.

So we moved together, both relishing what we were doing, and it was almost a pity that I had to speed things up. Nice though it would be to just hold Katherine there and pump her, eventually she would be missed.

I started pumping harder, with Katherine moving smoothly to meet me.

Faster still and Katherine's busy little hips bounced up and down with increased enthusiasm.

Faster still and Katherine was gasping, her legs had closed around me and she was hanging onto me, letting me ride her and doing her best to stay with me.

I could hear her squeaking with pleasure as I slammed into her. My hands had closed over her breasts, squeezing them, and my mouth found hers, ravishing it. 

Now I was moving even harder, driving down into her, and Katherine was trying to gasp and scream as she bucked beneath me. Then she gave a real scream, smothered by my mouth, her legs shot up and her whole body shook under the climax she underwent. At the same time I was hosing her deeply, spilling my seed deep within her and praying that it would not fall on fertile ground this time. 

Afterwards came the hardest part. I had to help Katherine get dressed. And listen to her bitching the whole time. You'd think she was the only girl who'd ever lost her virginity unexpectedly. And as for her complaints about my help, I've never been and never intend to be a lady's maid. She should be grateful that I did help her. Then I escorted her out of the woods until she was on her home grounds. As I told her, it was dangerous for her to be out there alone.

I had finally prevailed on my dear father to let me go to London to get a bit of town polish. I was quite looking forward to the trip, thinking of all those maids, and debutantes. Young wives and probably young widows. 

A happy hunting ground for one such as I.