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Legacy Part 1

By: Quixote



Part 1: La Contessa

Prologue

My mother reaches under the bed and draws a pile of torn papers.

'It is time for you to learn of your heritage. This was written by your father. It is in his handwriting, and the only copy I have. Treat it carefully. I'll be in the kitchen if... when you have questions.'

I sit down on her bed and start to read...

* * * * *

I grew up in a small rural town in Spain, and was born just before the Peninsular wars with Napoleon. My father died in these wars, and, as my mother died giving birth to me, I was orphaned. I was very young had moved next door when he went to fight, staying there when he didn't return. I didn't strictly need my parents since the entire community raised me. I was six years old.

Our town wasn't so small that we didn't have a mayor or a magistrate, but the real power came from Contessa Conchita Medina Velasquez. She owned almost all the farm land and most of the city besides. Thus, she ruled farmer's lives, wielding the power of life and death over them. They did not despise her for this, but rather respected her all the more. She had been widowed many years ago when her husband, who was a colonel, left to direct troops and was ambushed on the route to the barracks. He left her four children in infancy, three girls and one boy.

Since I had no land to farm, and was not of a farming family, I worked for the Contessa on her lands. I signed up when I was twelve. This was not unusual, since everyone in the town worked for the widowed Contessa, either directly or indirectly.

I was one of fifty employees on her estate and rarely saw her, especially since I would be working out in the fields most days, tending to the vineyards, or helping the farmer's with their harvests. We all knew her to be strict, but fair. She possessed a military commander's instinct for the running of her estate and would always be visiting the homesteads or meeting with public officials or attending to some of the countless other obligations she possessed.

For this reason, her children were cared for by nannies and, later, tutors as they grew up. They would sometimes come down into the town of an evening and drink at the local restaurant bar or stroll the streets. They were always well attended by servants and chaperones, and none of the farmhands or peasants would dare think of looking at the directly, let alone speak to one of them. 

Besides, what would it serve? We knew our position in life, and it didn't include fraternising with the Velasquezes. We gave them our life and our blood, but knew we would loose both if we crossed them or found ourselves disagreeable to them.

As I grew I noticed myself attracting the attention of many of the local girls. I responded in kind and often engaged in one of the few recreations left to a poor young man. I loved the enigma of their hard, tanned bodies, which were at once strong and firm, yet endlessly passive and giving. I grew the reputation of being the local beau, but lost much hope of a true, intimate relationship.

But what passionate young man thinks of such things anyhow?

* * *

My first direct confrontation with the Countess came while I was filling in for the stable hand who was away on a family business in the next village. I had taken over his duties for a month or more and always met the Countess as she rode in from the last of her many errands. I would feed and unsaddle the horse, brush it, tend to it, clean it and more. It was good work and light, compared to the demands of the field.

Although I knew she was very busy, and often quite tired, I felt her linger around the stables longer than I would have thought necessary, or even desirable. She would clean out her riding boots, fiddle with her saddle and riding crop, check on the other horses, and any other number of pointless tasks. I was also conscious of her stares which would land on me when my back was turned. Cold, judgmental stares; the look of a trader appraising a cart horse or ox. When I would catch her looking at me, she would hold me in her gaze a second longer, and then turn and leave. I of course, wouldn't dream of addressing her, but simply went about my tasks.

One day she didn't break her glare but stepped forward and spoke to me.

'What is your name, boy?'

'Diego, ma'am. Diego Martinez.'

'Yes.' She answered, as if I had supplied the correct answer. 'Tell me, are you happy in your position here?'

I searched her dark, brown eyes for a meaning to these questions, but found none. 'Yes, ma'am, very. Ma'am is a very kind and generous employer.'

'Mm,' she replied through a firm jaw. She looked me up and down once. 'You are popular with the townsgirls. They like you.' Not a question, but a statement.

'I know not if they like me or no.' I supplied. Her face remained unchanged, waiting. 'I rarely lack for companionship, if that is ma'am's meaning...'

'Yes, it is. You are, one could say...' her eyes fell down on me once more '...experienced.'

I could not stop my male pride from answering, 'Yes, ma'am, very.'

'Hmm.'

And with that, she turned on her heel and left.

I went back to brushing her stallion, disturbed by her questions. I prayed I had not said something to offend the Countess, or I would find myself back in the fields the next day under the hardest labour of the season. I spent a fruitless night worrying and playing our dialogue back in my head, wondering what it all could mean. By the time I had drifted off, I convinced myself that I had offended her and would be digging trenches or rebuilding a barn come midday.

* * *

'You are requested.'

These were the first words I heard on waking. I opened my bleary eyes and focused them on the form of the head butler.

'Madam wishes your presence in her study immediately.'

I sat straight up and stared at him. He stood, immovable. What could she want of me? Did she wish to dispense her punishment to me in person? Had I really offended her so badly? I wanted to ask these questions, but could not.

He opened the shutters and I saw that the sun had barely broken the horizon. It was still very early. I pulled on my clothes and tidied myself up as best could as he watched. When I was done, he led me to the mansion and straight through the servants' kitchen into a grand hallway.

We topped a magnificent marble staircase and proceeded down a long, lush corridor decorated with sculptures, furniture and paintings the likes of which I had never seen. Each item was grand and oversized, dwarfing my presence and forcing me to cower away from them. After an age, we reached the other end and stood before two large mahogany doors.

The Head Butler glanced at me no less coldly than the Countess had done the evening before and instructed me to wait while he announced my arrival. I stood by the doorway as I heard murmurs coming from the other side and then the door was opened once more.

I entered the room, which was no less flamboyantly furnished than the hallway, in awe. The large windows were framed by exquisite curtains. They were open and illuminated the room, highlighting a big, black desk in the centre of the room. My eyes had trouble finding the Countess amongst all the decoration, but they finally did, her being behind the desk, and then they found the floor.

The Countess rose and dismissed the butler who left silently.

'You will no longer work in the stables,' she announced.

I bowed my head accepting my fate like a dutiful Christian.

'From now on, you will work here, in this house, with my children.'

I looked up in surprise.

She started to approach me and continued, 'My children have grown soft, and pampered. Although they have been in rigorous education all their lives, they lack a certain... worldly knowledge which they will find indispensable in the future.' She stood before me. 'Particularly the girls,' she added with a frown.

I was bewildered.

'I beg your pardon, ma'am, but what instruction could I possibly offer your children?'

'Oh, for heaven's sake, stand up straight!'

Startled, I straightened, stiffly. Pulling my shoulders back seemed an almost insurmountable struggle.

'Better.' She smiled. As she came closer to me, I was, for the first time, aware of the differences in out stature. She was half a foot shorter than I, but just as well built, with a strong frame, tempered by her four and a half decades. Her appearance was immaculately pristine and her clothes almost gentlemanly. As she stood there, I could smell flowers and guessed she must be wearing perfume. I had never known a girl to wear any before.

'Better. I have been making enquiries about you and learned that you are skilled in one thing above any of your peers. That of sexual ability.'

'Yes. I have told you as much, madam, but...' I faltered, trailing off.

Her dark lips produced a sly smile. 'You will instruct my children in the acts of physical love.'

'Madam, I never could--'

'You can, and you will. If you value your position,' she replied, turning. She gave the word 'position' the same weight as she might 'life'.

'But--'

'Do not worry. You will perform as per my instructions, doing no more or less than I request of you for each child. I will coach you as you coach them so that you may fulfill my requirements completely. Oh, don't look so shocked. You should be pleased. Out of all the young men in this village, you have been given a singular privilege.'

She eyed me up and seeing my dumbfounded expression, added 'But I understand you will need some time to come to terms. You will have the day to become oriented with this house and it's runnings. Iago will show you around and clean you up. You will have chambers here, and use of the servants. Some will know of your duties, others will not. I would advise discretion on your part. I will see you again tonight. I expect you in my chambers at Ten of the clock. Do not be late. You are dismissed.'

I bowed and left hurriedly, collapsing against the doors. A new position, a new life. I prayed I would be satisfactory to the job, and would not incur the Countess' wrath. I had to come to terms with the situation. I would be sleeping with the Countess' daughters. With the Countess herself! It was too much.

The figure of Iago, the head butler, loomed above me. Eyeing me disdainfully, he turned without a word, expecting me to follow.

Chapter Two

I was given new clothes and quarters on the top floor of the large, two story mansion. The bed was incredible, so soft and large, I felt it would simply swallow me whole. There was a large grandfather clock in my room which ticked loudly. Iago taught me the names of the servants who would attend me and how to summon them should I require to. I didn't see the countess or her children all day and suspected they were out on errands.

I was then fed the finest dinner I had ever seen. I was alone in a small dining room with a young blonde maid waiting on me. I felt quite embarrassed eating in front of her food that I knew she would never taste. We said nothing to each other.

I retired at eight o'clock and lie on my bed for some time contemplating my new role in life. My thoughts arranged themselves to the rhythm of the clock as I waited for it to tick down to ten o'clock.

When it had passed five minutes to ten I arose, my heart pounding rapidly in my chest. I left my room and proceeded down the long hallway, past the stairs, to the Countess' large bedroom. I managed to knock sharply on the large doors and hear her sharp, powerful voice reply, 'Enter.'

I opened the heavy door and went in, closing it behind me.

The Countess' room was similar to mine but furnished in emerald green whereas mine was burgundy. It was at least twice as large, with a grand balcony outside large windows. The Countess was at a dressing table, combing her long, straight locks of midnight black hair. She wore an exquisite nightgown and robe which framed every hard curve of her body and left little to the imagination as to the trappings underneath.

She arose and glided towards me, hips swaying gently. She stood a few feet before me and looked me up and down once more.

'You have cleaned up very nicely. Quite the young gentleman,' she complimented, as a thin lipped smile spread her face.

'Thank you Ma'am.'

'Now, I must gauge your suitability. Come with me to the bed.'

She turned and went over the large canopied bed and sat down on it. Never before had I been so nervous with a woman. I went and stood before her, gazing straight ahead of me, awaiting instruction.

'Look at me,' she ordered. I did, but couldn't maintain eye contact.

'No, look into my eyes.' I did, they were hard, dark eyes.

'If you are to be any use of me, or to my children, you must not feel intimidated. You are equal among us, no longer a servant. Do you understand?'

I nodded.

'Do not nod. Among servants it is required, among equals it is disrespectful. Answer me, do you understand?'

'Yes, M'lady.'

'Good. Now, love me.' She reclined on her elbows, opening herself to me. My heart was in my throat. I couldn't move.

'Muh, m'lady...'

'Still having trouble are we?' she stated, obviously annoyed. 'Look at me, look at my body, look.' She parted her robe to reveal her tight fitting nightdress. She had a long neck leading down to bare shoulders. The silky fabric did nothing to hide the large swell of her breasts, serving only to highlight them. I could easily make out the outline of her dark nipples through the fabric. A hard, firm waist led to wide hips and strong legs which parted slightly. My pressure began to rise.

'Am I not woman?' she asked as she moved a hand slowly down her breast to land between her legs which widened even further. Her skin was golden brown, and contained no wrinkles. Her black, shiny hair, cascaded behind her. 'Are you not experienced? Here, start at my lips.'

Through a tremendous force of will, I bent over her, trying not to touch her body. That was impossible as my legs pressed against the insides of her thighs. Her lips were a dark, deep red. I pressed my lips against them and we kissed. Her tongue was strong and commanding, controlling mine.

I felt her arms raise up and pull me into her. I submitted and lowered myself onto her. My body pressing against hers. Her hands moved to my buttocks and began kneading them. I felt her firm breasts against my chest and decided to raise my hands to them. I gripped them, large round, and firm, and squeezed. 

I pulled out of her mouth to catch my breath. She pushed me up as she rose so that we were now sitting. She moved her hands across my chest and started to undo my fastenings. I shrugged my jacket off with her help and tossed it to the floor. She then loosened my white, billowy shirt but did not remove it. Next she went to my trousers. Her fingers worked the buttons expertly and within no time I had lost those too, along with my stockings and shoes. 

She lifted the shirt above my head and I was naked. She looked down and grabbed my cock with her hand. Despite being frightened nearly to death of my partner, I was slightly gorged and became more so as she rubbed me.

'Yes, a lot of potential. You could very easily be the largest I have ever seen...' she muttered. 'Good. Now, I have undressed you, it is time for you to do the same.'

She let go of me and slid back on the bed, reclining on it. 'Woo me, prove yourself to be a sensitive lover.'

As I looked at her there, waiting for my touch, it was probably the first time I was struck with the full realization of the situation. I had been engaged to perform my tasks to the best of my ability, which, as she mentioned, was high. If I became frightened or intimidated with that task, I could not perform, and so must realize that the woman lying in front of me was no longer my employer or ruler of my life, but a hot-blooded woman who needed a man's touch. I understood that I would have to use every trick at my disposal if I was to have a chance at staying in her good graces. To fall out of them could be fatal.

Trying to will away my inhibitions, I leaned towards the Countess. Her eyes were closed, patiently. I lent close to her chest and breathed on her bare shoulders, something I knew women sometimes liked. I ran my hands down her neck and caught the edge of her robe. I rolled her to the side and took first one arm out of her sleeve, and then the other, exposing her bare limbs.

Leaning closer, I kissed her neck, the base of her neck, her shoulder blade, and all the way down her arm. I saw she was breathing harder and would be eager for me to touch her erogenous areas. I decided to delay that gratification however, moving a hand down the outside curve of her breast, over her stomach, across her hips, and down the outside of her legs. She had a strong body and I knew she would be a demanding lover. I brought my hand around the back of her knee and down to her foot, raising it up as I did so.

I put my mouth down and bit the larger of her toes, gently. It did nothing for me, but I have been with women who have been driven nearly to madness at this action. Although she made no noise, I looked up and saw her chest rise and hold. Her thin eyebrows tightened together, and I knew I had hit the right place.

She would be hot now. I lowered her foot and moved her other further apart, spreading her legs slightly. I moved my hands up them, underneath the nightgown this time, and, as I drew near to her inner thighs, grated my fingernails against her skin. This caused her to lose her breath altogether and gasp for another. I smiled and moved my hands up and lifted her dress over her hips, revealing, for the first time, a dark triangle of thick, curly hair. Her pussy was now exposed to the open air and I blew on it gently, to release some of the heat. Moving my hand ever so carefully above it, I gently grazed the thick bush, knowing that doing so would stimulate the hairs to their roots, and the soft flesh they were joined to. Her legs tensed and lifted ever so slightly.

Instead of now climbing on top of her, as a clumsier lover might have, I layed alongside her. I lifted my hands to her shoulders once more. Lowering the straps down her arms and, without touching her skin, I peeled the fabric off of her ample breasts. Her large, brown nipples pointed outwards towards the ceiling. My hand was now resting on her belly and I started to rub it there. Now, the time would be right.

I judged the heaving of her breast so that I would only graze the tip of the nipple lightly with my lips and tongue. I did, and this caused her breathing to freeze once more. I put my head down further and licked her nipple all the way across with my tongue. Her chest heaved again and, once it came back up, I drew the whole of the nipple into my mouth and sucked hard.

Moving my tongue rapidly around the tip, I brought my left hand up to squeeze her other breast while my other gripped her arm.

Praying I had not misjudged my partner, I bit into the nipple hard, but not so as to cause her pain. I felt her body clench and, for the first time, a groan escaped her lips. A hand came up to cover mine on her other breast and she made me squeeze it even harder as her back arched. I had succeeded, her body was on fire now. Every muscle ached for the pleasure of orgasm that only I could supply her with. The only question now, which I asked myself as I pulled my mouth away from her nipple, was wether to release her tension now, or let it build to a towering crescendo.

Luckily, she robbed me of my indecision as she rolled her body over on top of me. Sitting up on my legs, she looked at me in the eye.

'Congratulations, you have shown yourself to be a very sensitive lover. You have played my body well, and I do not doubt that you could proceed in this way for some time. For now however, my desires must be fulfilled in a more aggressive way.'


Legacy Part 1



With that, she looked down at my now extremely hard cock. I heard her mutter under her breath 'Dio mio, it is so big!' I had supposed that it must be, not because I had ever compared it to other men's, but that I often got the same compliment from other women.

She held it in her hand a marvelled at it for a short time, giving it a few experimental strokes up and down in her hand.

Then, rising on her haunches, high above me, she positioned it's head between her obscured flaps, and descended hard on me, with all her weight. I gritted my teeth at the sensation, no woman had ever been so forceful with me before. All had displayed much apprehension at my size and often would not let the entire length inside of them.

My Lady rode me hard though. Bucking so against me that it was all I could do to hold on, let alone thrust against her as she cam down. After a time she started to sweat. Beads dripped down the curve of her breast and mingled with my own. Her face was a mask of agonized ecstasy as her strong, hard, body pounded against my own.

I held on, not daring to break or orgasm, before she did, even though I felt the excitement well up inside of me. After an exciting age, I felt her contract and squeeze my cock with her pussy and then felt a burst of warm juice follow as her body racked, but did not slow.

I now let myself go. Deep inside of her, I squirted forth my seed. Hot juices mingled with hers and dripped out of her onto my balls. Still she didn't stop. She continued rising and falling on me with great abandon, and an almost animal instinct.

I fought to stay hard in her. It was a tough struggle, but I managed it and only when she let loose another, harder, longer orgasm, did she slow. She sat on me a short time and then leant forward on top of me. I raised my arms to caress her, as she did me, eventually rolling off me. Yet she still held me in her arms, as I did hers. We layed there, naked, on top of the sheets.

'Thank you,' she said. 'Few men have been able to please me to the extent you did tonight.'

'Madam, I did very little.'

'No, you did more than many have. Even my late husband could not do what you have done tonight. You are the man to teach my children. To turn them into adults.'

'M'lady, I would be honoured.'

'Good.'

'Only....'

'What is it?'

'Where would I spend the night.'

'You will go no where yet tonight. Not until I have finished with you.'

And with that, she rose on me again.

Chapter 3

She only pleasured herself with me once more that night and dismissed me, saying to sleep as long as I desired; that I would need my full strength for the next evening.

Rising at ten, I donned my clothes again and went looking for food. I went to the dining room and opened the door to the kitchen. As I did, I was stopped by the young girl who had served me the previous night. Small, blonde, and petit I guessed she must have come from the far north of the continent. Her skin was the colour of polished ivory, and eyes crystal blue. 'My Lord, forgive me, but you should not be here.' She said, breathlessly, blushing pink.

'Forgive me, I merely wanted something to eat...'

'I shall have something brought to you, please, sit down.' With that she turned to leave.

'Wait...' I called after her.

'My Lord?'

It was a short time before I found my tongue. 'What is your name?'

She curtsied. 'Mika-Anna' she replied.

I nodded and she left.

I sat at the dining room table for a short time before she entered again with silverware. We said nothing to each other as she laid my place.

She left again, but presently returned with a platter of eggs with bacon and olives, some hash browned potatoes in olive oil, and orange juice.

I served myself as she stood to my side, against the wall. I ate in silence for a time and then looked at her.

When I did not say anything, she started to become alarmed. 'Forgive me,' I said, 'But I am not used to being waited on. Will you not sit with me?'

Her eyes widened. 'No, my lord,' she exclaimed in dread, 'If I was to be found...'

'Never mind then.' I said quickly. I took a sip of the juice. It was so sweet and tangy, I could only take a little of it at a time. I had been accustomed to warm milk at breakfast times. 'Well, I know your name, so where are you from. Not around here?'

'No my Lord, I was born in Finland but my family moved south when I was young.'

'Quite far south. How old are you?'

'Nineteen.' Several years younger then myself.

'Well, Mika-Anna from Finland, I thank you for my meal. It was delicious.'

She curtsied again and started clearing away the dishes. As she leaned close to me, I could smell that she too was wearing perfume. Hers was more subtler and sweeter than the Countess' however.

'Do all the girls smell as nice as you in Finland?' I asked, as her ear came close to my mouth.

'I know not, my Lord.' 'Perhaps just the pretty ones, then.'

She straightened and I saw her start to blush again as she hurried out of the room with the last of my dishes. She didn't come back.

I rose and went back to my chambers. Iago was there and informed me that my company was expected at dinner that evening. Until then, I was free to explore the grounds, which I did.

The gardens were amazing. There were trees, bushes, and flowers of every type and description. There were large fountains, tiny arbours covered with grape vines, and a labyrinth made out of hedges. The trees bore fruit like lemons, oranges, and plumbs. Every plant was lush and green.

I wandered around in this wonderland until dusk, when I headed back to the mansion. I cleaned myself with the small basin in my room, and waited to be summoned for dinner.

Iago fetched me and led me into a large dining room I hadn't seen before. To my alarm, though I should have expected it, I realized I was not the only person there. The Countess was there, of course, but also present were her four children.

'Ah, Diego, thank you for joining us. Take a seat.' The Countess said as I entered. She motioned me into the at her left.

'Allow me to make introductions. Sitting across from you is my eldest, my daughter Julita.' I nodded a greeting to her, and she me.

'On her right is the second eldest, her sister, Maria. That is my son, Alejandro, at the head of the table. To your left is Lolita, the youngest.' I greeted them all.

'Children, this is your new tutor, Don Diego Martinez.'

'Another one?' the youngest whined.

'Silence. That was not an invitation to respond.'

'With respect,' the son replied, he looked under twenty 'what is he to teach us?'

'That will be revealed soon enough. It should not have to be said, however, that you will give him all the respect due to his position. He is here on my authority and will respond to my wishes. When you encounter him, and he gives you an order, remember that it comes from me, and obey it.'

'Yes, Ma'am.' the children chorused. We ate in silence for the remainder of the meal.

Chapter Four 'You will make love to Julita tonight.' The Countess announced. The children had been dismissed and the table cleared away.

'Yes'm.' I replied.

'She is a virgin, as are they all. She, however, is prone to self-pleasuring and does not know what a man can give her. She will resist you, so I command you to take her roughly. But ply your touch so that you might win her over. Treat her hard, but leave no marks on her, it is unbecoming.

'Iago will lead her to her chambers. Sleep with her the night if she wishes, but leave if you think she desires you to.'

She rose, as did I, thinking to leave, but she bade me stand still. There were no servants left in the room and she proceed to lock both doors before coming to join me on my side of the table.

'I wish you to take me now. Quickly, and roughly.' She announced, and put her arms on the table, supporting her weight. She bent over and I went around behind her.

I heaved her skirt up over her drawers and started to unbutton myself. I kick her legs apart with my feet, violently. She lost her balance so I grabbed her roughly around the hips and pulled her into me. I am not hard yet, so I grab her pussy and start to squeeze it. She sucks a deep breath in through her teeth and I know she's enjoying it. She likes being dealt with roughly in sex as roughly as she deals roughly with others in life.

I stick two fingers in her opening and start to move them in and out. She becomes moist, slick, and I decide to add another, and then a thumb.

'Now! Enter me now!' She yells in a harsh whisper, and I do. I push myself up to the hilt, balls squeezing on her soft flesh. 'Yes,' she groans, 'yes!'

I move in and out violently, grabbing her hips for support, spreading her legs even further, and pushing deeper. She likes the sensation this gives. I stick my hand inside her corset, not being able to unfasten it, and find her nipples, gripping them. Her hand goes down to my balls and she starts squeezing them, rubbing them with her slick juices.

'Come in me,' she urges, 'come in me now!' I place my hands back at her hips and move at double time now. I move up and down her raw pussy. It squeezes me, milking me. I start to come. I feel my warm seed spreading inside of her. With this sensation, she releases her own juice and arches her back. She gives a deep moan, as do I, as her pussy tightens on me.

After slowing, and eventually pulling out of her, she pulls her knickers back up over her wet, dripping, fanny.

'Good, very good. Now, go make love to my daughter.'

I went to my chambers and awaited Iago. He came, after a fashion, and led me down the hallway upon which my room was situated. He led me to a door and left me. I stood for a short while, and then rapped loudly on the door. 'Enter,' came the reply, in a tone similar to that of the Countess'.

The room was similar to mine, except more lived in, more stylish. It was light by several lamps in various corners.

'My mother sent you?' the young countess asked.

'Yes, ma'am.'

'What business do you have at this hour? Lessons are to take place in the mornings.'

'Forgive me, ma'am, but I thought you were aware...'

'Aware of what?' I took her in fully. She was cast of the same mould as the countess, but younger, softer, with more in the bust, and wide, generous hips. Her nightdress did little to hide or obscure these features. Her arms though, were bare, lithe and slender, her waist, tight. She stood as if one used to being obeyed, the tilt of her head defiant.

'Forgive me,' I burbled, 'But I am to teach you... how to love.'

She was slightly fazed by my reply, 'Are you?'

'Yes, ma'am.'

Her faced reddened, through embarrassment or anger, I know not what; her next words gave no indication. 'Well, I shouldn't be surprised. Mother always treats us outrageously. I have no need of you, you may leave.'

With that she made a dismissing gesture with her hand.

I did not budge.

'What did I tell you? Be off!' Her face became darker.

'Beg pardon, ma'am, but I can't,' I replied.

'Can't?' She gesticulated angrily. 'Who are you to refuse me?'

'I am here on your mother's orders.'

'Well you can leave on mine.' With that and a toss of her head, she spun on her heel and went towards her bed.

I saw my moment and knew I had to act quickly. I saw a silk scarf on the dresser and grabbed it. I swooped in from behind her and grabbed her with one arm around her mid-section. Startled, she opened her mouth to cry, but I stuffed the scarf into it, stifling it. She sputtered and flailed her arms uselessly. It was the work of a moment to grab her arms behind her.

I manoeuvered her over to her bed and laid her down on it frontwise. She growled maliciously as my groin pressed into her soft rump. I raised her arms above her head and, holding her two hands in my one, turned her over to face me.

There was no fear in her eyes, only black, animal hatred. Her legs started kicking so I straddled her, sitting down on her belly. This done, and now very short of breath, all she could do was to stare at me in anger, panting in rage.

It is not pleasurable for me to be rough with a woman, and I found no arousal in it now. If I was to continue with her, and begin her lessons, I would have to change my tack.

Still using one hand to bind her wrists together, I employed the other in undoing her nightgown string, that which bound her breasts together. Her chest was heaving as I parted the cloth and saw the two round breasts in full, and brown nipples which were identical to her mothers.

She was breathing deeply through her nose, making her brown breasts roll like the ocean waves. I separated her arms and brought them to her side. This allowed me to slide down and bend over her chest.

I brought my lips to one of the nipples and pressed them there briefly, then removed them. I heard a sharp intake of air through her nostrils, and her breathing stop momentarily. I knew now that she would be mine willingly.

Still I held her though. The art of loving a woman is knowing how to build tension, and this is what I did.

She was breathing shallowly as I kissed her nipple again, then moved on to the other. This one I licked. I could feel it getting hard as I did so. I took it into my mouth and sucked it while working at it with my tongue. She gave a muffled cry and resumed heaving of her chest. I gave her other nipple a good hard suck as well. They were both now hard and puffy.

I drew her arms above her head again and reached my other hand beneath the skirt of her dressing gown. I found her warm softness expertly and started rubbing it. It was naked and hairy and twitched as I stroked it, though she did not struggle much.

I felt it become wet and decided at this point that it was right to release her, and so, using my free, slightly sticky hand, I took the silk cloth from out of her mouth.

She did not cry out or bite at me, but looked at me in fascination, as if I were Jove himself.

I bent forward and took her soft, full, young lips onto mine and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss twice as passionately if only a little inexpertly.

I pulled away and, slowly, released my grip of her arms. She lie there a moment beneath me, her brown flesh warm in the lamp's orange glow, her lips glistening. She lie there a moment, and then clasp her arms around me and plunged onto my lips once more. I had tamed the wild filly.

Her bare arms clasped around me, squeezing her breasts into my chest. I kissed her, and she me for a long time. She drank from my lips as if unquenchably thirsted. She became more bold with her tongue but eventually pulled away from me.

We looked at each other, the look in her eyes telling me she wanted me badly. She was blushing now from excitement, and pushed me back to lie on her bed. I lay there, submissive, as she sat up and straddled me. She placed a forceful hand on my chest to indicate that she would be the one in control now.

I was happy to let her do so, and lay back as she gathered her skirt about her and hitched it up over her legs slowly. I gazed lasciviously at her strong legs as they were revealed to me, then at the pubic mound as she raised the cloth above her belly. Arching her back, she hoisted her nightdress over her head. She was now completely naked.

And still she sat, looking down at me, as if appraising me, not unlike her mother had done. She started undressing me and I let her, moving only to let her peel off my coat and shirt, and to kick off my shoes. Her hands then moved to my trousers, and she started to undo them. She did each fastening slowly and then reached down and brought me out.

I was swollen, but had not yet reached my full length. She looked at it expressionlessly as she moved it around in her hands, rubbing it, massaging it, getting a feel for it. I became bigger now, and harder.

After a short time of playing with me, she rose and swung her legs off the bed. I raised myself on my elbows as she helped me off with my trousers and undergarments. She then gave a sly smile and sat on top of me again, my cock before her once more.

She squeezed me and rubbed me some more. The clear liquid came from the tip and coated it. Once I had become completely hard, she raised herself up to stand on her knees over me. Sensing what was coming, I lay back down. I watched her hands move to her soft mound and start to rub it in circles. She darted her finger in and out a couple times, bringing some of her own juices out as well and rubbing those into her.

Then she took me in hand once more and, guiding me, lowered her pussy lips down to the tip of my cock's head, in the same manner as her mother had done. She looked at me warily and I gave her an encouraging smile, placing my hands on her bare legs. She was panting heavily again as she lowered herself further.

I felt it penetrate between her slick, hot lips. Even with our mingled juices the fit was very tight. She had never had a man before and let out a moan of painful pleasure as I tore her innocence. Rigidly, she rose and fell on me again, and again each time becoming quicker and wilder. 

It didn't take her long to reach her peak of excitement. Just as I sensed her orgasm, I came myself. I spewed warm liquid into her, which made her gasp in surprise. 

She impaled herself on me once more, shuddering, cumming. Her juices dripped and mingled with mine. She was sore and sensitive from her first time and so rolled over and pulled out of me, sucking air through her teeth. She was hot, but shivering, and so I wrapped her and myself in a blanket. She didn't say a word, but shortly fell asleep in my arms.

I woke before she did, but held her until she opened her eyes.

To Be Continued...