0 comments/ 9339 views/ 1 favorites An Elizabethan Adventure By: Sirdar It was a miserable morning in December 2005, my marriage was in tatters and I was stony broke, hungry and with only a few miserable personal possessions to my name. Those, I had left in a small suit case, which I had left at the local Salvation Army where I had spent the previous night. Someone had told my wife that I was having an affair with my bosses daughter. She also told my boss, with the result that I was homeless, penniless and out of work. My ex mistress had also disowned me as well.. It was in this state of misery, that I entered the local art gallery, at first just walking round to kill time and get out of the miserable morning drizzle which matched my depressed mood. Suddenly, my eye was caught by a coaching scene on the far wall. I felt myself inexorably being drawn towards it, as though an unseen force was compelling me. I don't think that I could have done anything else at the time, so fierce was the compulsion, that had taken hold of me. The scene showed a coach outside a country inn called the Winslow Arms and it showed a beautiful young black girl in a straw hat and with a thin shawl round her shoulders, carrying a small bag, leaving the coach and rushing towards a young aristocrat, both of them with their arms outstretched in greeting. On a small brass plaque on the picture frame It said 'circa 1598 and the artists name was Andrew Brough. I must have been there for at least five minutes staring at the picture, entranced and absorbing every minute detail, when I became conscious of a young very pretty black lady standing by my side. I looked down at her, and immediately I looked back again at the girl in the picture "You are so like that girl." I said impetuously. She gave a tinkling laugh "And don't you recognise that you are the young man rushing to greet me" I looked again and I admit I could see a faint resemblance to myself if we allowed for the change in the style of clothes and hair style. "Yes Tony dear, it is you and me and this scene goes back over 400 years to when you and I were lovers. In a previous life. My name is Jammarree." Then suddenly as though a switch had been turned on, the name seemed to mean something to me, but what, I was not immediately sure. Suddenly she said." Yes darling, we were lovers in that life and now I want you to come home with me my darling Anthony, so that we can talk. It is not far and we have things of importance to discuss." We took a cab and within a few minutes we pulled up outside a very unpretentious terraced house. She opened the door with a key that she took from her handbag. Once inside she turned and looked at me. "Anthony dear, I was both your slave and your lover in a previous life, and I have brought you here today, because I need you to go back in time to exact vengeance on the man who did us both terrible wrongs. In that life you were very rich and very successful, you were a rake and you inherited the title of Lord Amesworth, you were arguably the richest man in the country at the time and you were well known as a serial womaniser. I was a slave of yours and you raised me to be your mistress. Ignoring the hostility of large sections of society. It was impossible at that time for you to marry a blackamoor like me, but I loved you, because you treated me with kindness, and respect and under your patronage I wanted for nothing. There was however, a man, another aristocrat like yourself, who treated us both badly, he murdered my family and beat me badly to the point of death. I want you, my darling, to go back in time to exact revenge for us both." All the time she was talking I had been carefully watching the expressions on her face. Gradually, I realised that what she was saying made sense, as my memory gradually moved back in time. The memory was vague, but gradually, I remembered, just how much I had loved this beautiful black lady. It was then that I broke into her dialogue. " The name the Hon Richard Winslow springs to mind" Her face broke into a huge smile and she leapt on to my lap and started kissing me. "You are beginning to remember everything my darling." To say I remembered everything. was not true, but the more we talked, the more little flashes came to the forefront of my mind. Jammarree had been kissing me furiously and now she stood up, and dragged me to the adjoining bedroom. After a while she said "Darling Anthony, I want us to make love again before you go back in time, to avenge our common enemy." As she was speaking she was shedding her clothes, it was then that I saw the terrible scars on her back. My memory came flooding back fast. "Yes I remember now it was Winslow who did that to you." "Yes darling and he also raped me and raped and killed my mother and two sisters and I would probably have gone the same way if you had not come to my aid." I knew then, that I wanted this beautiful lady so badly, I sensed also the feeling was mutual, as I looked at her beautiful black smiling face " Then I reached across and gently stroked her cheek. "You are still very beautiful Jammarree." A single tear floated down over her cheek and she smiled up at me.. She reached out and stroked my face with her nails, then pulled me close to her. Suddenly we were kissing. Jammarree kissed me lightly at first, her lips barely touching mine. She pushed me back on the bed and she straddled me and the kisses stayed soft but became less tentative. I loved how soft her hands were on my bare skin, how light her touch was. Her brown hands made a sexy contrast with my white skin. Suddenly she stopped and looked down at me, now her face had become deadly serious. "Anthony dear you know what you have to do - you have to destroy Winslow and if you can make him suffer, you will have my eternal gratitude. I want him to go to hell, to pay for all the people he destroyed. I will try to get you out if things go wrong, but darling I will also be there in that time with you, now and for always. If you do not want to help me get revenge, you can get up and go, but now if we go ahead and renew our union, you will be committed and in a few minutes you will wake up in the past. But then you will be endowed with the extra equipment and stamina that I can give you, as in your new past life to succeed you need to be a huge success with the ladies." I did not care and I did not really fully take in at the time what she was saying to me. I desperately wanted to make love to my Jammarree and I put my arms up and round to her back, softly massaging lightly, and caressing those horrible scars and when my hand brushed her buttocks, she looked up at me intently for a second and resumed her kisses. Jammarree closed her eyes when our lips touched. But she opened them widely again when she felt my hands cup her breasts. She looked down as my hands tenderly fondled her breasts, cupping and squeezing and stroking gently. "Au Revoir baby" " Jammarree whispered. I stared at her breasts as I caressed them. They were the colour of light chocolate, the nipples like buds of hot cocoa. I gently licked at her nipples. Jammarree moaned and arched her back, allowing me easier access, slipping her hand around the back of my head. She took some hand lotion from a side table, rubbed it on her hands, then began to lightly stroke my cock. It became much harder right away, quickly extending past her thumb. My cock was so erect, it felt as though it was ready to burst. Slowly, Jammarree put her lips around the tip of my cock and sucked. Each time she went down, she went down a little more, until almost my entire cock was inside her mouth, then back up slowly and back down. At first she moved slowly, but speeded up as her confidence increased and my quiet moans and groans became louder, to let her know she was still good at this. Then suddenly she stopped "My darling Anthony it is nearly time for you to go" Her vagina muscles were like a pair of lips pressed together, but she was so wet My cock slipped up inside her like a whisper. She wiggled a little bit, but soon I was deep inside her up to the full length of my cock, then she held on to me tight as she began moving up and down on me. Jammarree started with her hands on my shoulders, but soon I was holding on tight, My face in between her breasts. "Au devoir my darling..." She said once again. She cried out, as I started to come in a long pumping action, as I gradually came back to my senses.. I realised that it was not Jammarree riding me, but a very buxom young serving wench. I was shooting inside her in long spurts. "Oh that be wonderful my Lord." she cried. "Thankee my lord" I was instantly aware of the foulness of her breath and body odour, and I knew that I was in another bed, and in another time. As she rolled off the bed, I looked down at myself, and I realised that my cock had grown to an impressive size. It was bigger than what I remembered in my previous life. Now I realised what Jmmarree had meant when she had made that cryptic remark. "Thank you Dolly" I murmured and I reached out for my purse and gave the girl half a guinea. "Oh thankee my Lord, it were a real good fuck, anytime thee wants me, I be ready for ee My Lord." She scurried from the bedroom carrying her empty coal bucket. I sat up, and found I was encased in a long cotton night shirt, and that there was a roaring log fire in the grate. The room was so different from anything in my recent memory and I could hear muffled noises in the yard outside the window. All this seemed so familiar, and yet I remembered as if in a dream, my recent encounter with Jammarree, and what my mission in this new life was. It Came to me then that this had been my fathers bedroom, with the two massive wardrobes, and very thick carpets. I imagined even now that I could smell his very masculine odour. I jumped out of bed, making my way to the window looking out on to an early morning scene in a frosty farm yard. The scene seemed all too familiar, horses being led from the stables to the fields, and the milkmaids scurrying around with milking pails on yokes across their shoulders, and others carrying farm implements making their way to start their days work, wherever that may be on the home farm. Their was a timid knock on the door and my valet Hudson slipped into the room with some hot water which he placed carefully on the washstand .to shave and wash me. "Her Ladyship is in the large dining room having breakfast my Lord. She has expressed her wish to speak with you as soon as possible." My ship had docked at Bristol the morning before so it was not far to my ancestral home in Wessex. I had been eager to get home despite the hazards of travelling in the dark and had dragged the faithful Hudson along with me. I recalled that I had to wake the house when I arrived. I recalled the frosty welcome from my mother the night before. In truth, I had little affection for my mother, no, it would be truer to say I had no affection for my mother at all, as I remembered my childhood. As children, my sister Ethel and myself were left to the mercy of a string of Governesses. My mother engaged a wet nurse for us as soon as we were born, and we would be lucky if we saw her at any other time when we were growing up other than the compulsory church attendance on a Sunday when she made one of her rare appearances at this our country home. It was a requirement that all the family, tenants and estate workers should attend the local church every Sunday morning.. As the squire, my father and our family sat at the front of the church where old Rev Richmond gave his lengthy and very boring sermons. After my valet Hudson had shaved and dressed me, I made my way to the dining room. My mother was sat at the head of the table, in the place where I should now be sitting as head of the household. "I perceive mother in your usual arrogance, you are sat in the wrong place now that I am at home. Protocol now demands that I sit at the head of the table as well you know." For the first time that I could ever remember she looked ill at ease. "My Lord I shall be moving shortly to the Dower House as is the custom." I replied " I presume that shortly means in the next few hours my Lady. The sooner I see the back of you the better. I shall as custom decrees make you an annual allowance, but there is no need whatsoever for us to have any other contact." Her face paled as she sensed my hostility. "But why such hostility my Lord. I am your mother?" "Nay woman, you did nothing more than bring Ethel and I into the world, you could not be bothered with us then. I can not be bothered with thee now. So be gone from this house as soon as possible." I sat at the bottom of the table in the place which my mother should have been sat. The fare presented before me to eat was not of the best, but I ate without comment to keep my hunger under control. " I hear that you are a very rich man by all accounts." My mother said quietly/. "No doubt it is the proceeds of slavery like that Winslow boy." " No doubt mother, if that is what you have heard, and care to believe." I responded. I realised that morning, as I sat looking at her, just how much that I really hated this woman. She had produced two children to please my father and having produced a daughter in my sister Ethel, she was then obliged to produce a boy as an heir, that my father needed to secure the inheritance. I am sure that from that time on my father was encouraged to take his sexual needs elsewhere, both from whores, local willing ladies, or from the female staff in the house. This of course, was not at all unusual. In these times. "Of course mother, if as you suspect the proceeds are from slavery, I should suppose that my wealth is anathema to you, and you would not wish to be tarnished by my supporting you with the proceeds." I could see that my comments had hit home and she was fearful that I would carry out my threat. "Not at all my Lord. I was just making conversation." I recalled that the stream of governesses that we experienced as children, saw to our education. Most of them were quite good, and did their best, but inevitably they could not, or would not, accept the lack of interest from my mother, and they came and went in a steady stream. My sister Ethel and I, were very much left to our own devices, for much of our young lives, and as we matured, we became quite sexually active as lovers with each other. Being a very old house it was riddled with secret passages and it was quite easy for Ethel and me to explore and thus lead us to secret corridors which allowed us to peep into rooms where perhaps the butler, or our father, were having their way with the female members of staff. Soon Ethel and I were fucking regularly, and most nights would see Ethel and myself tucked up in bed together. At one stage we were aided by a willing governess, who much to Ethel's dismay decided to take her place in my bed one night and give me the benefit of her experience. Gradually I started taking advantage of one or two of the household maids as well, who were not only very willing, but obliged to accede to my request for fear of losing their jobs without a character.. One day of course I was discovered in bed with my sister Ethel... My father gave me a terrible thrashing and when I recovered from my injuries. I was sent away to the colonies in disgrace, with a small pittance of an allowance to cover my expenses. On arriving in the colony of Zanzibar, I once again fell in with Winslow. I knew him as a neighbour, and at that time we were tolerably friendly. He introduced me into the slavery trade, however, I was soon sickened by the unnecessary cruelty and brutality, and my heart was not in it.. I had however, made a lot of money in a short time almost by accident.. One night whilst walking on the waterfront I saw a young Arab being assaulted by footpads and drawing my sword I waded in and sent his assailants all packing. I gave him first aid, but he was not badly injured. I helped him to his home and family, and after a time we became good friends. Mohammad advised me, to venture my ill gained wealth with him and his father in the spices and silks business, and general international trading. Their advice was good, and I became extremely rich quite quickly. In time we became business partners and from then on we really prospered. Over time we built up a fleet of twenty trading ships as well as a large number of dhows working for us. That morning as I sat facing my mother, I realised that my mother had delighted in believing the bad stories about me and who was I to disabuse her. She was of course absolutely right in part. I was by custom obliged to do my duty and support her, but I did not have to like her, or do anything else for her. After breakfast we were interrupted as the cart carrying all my possessions which had arrived from the docks, together with the four armed guards that I had hired to protect the gold bullion and jewels that I had brought from Zanzibar on my ship. I instructed Ramsden to look after the men and pay them. I gave them a generous bonus for such a speedy journey, I supervised the storage of my valuables into safe storage, within the house as I then instructed Ramsden the Butler to send the housekeeper, and the estate manager to me, and to instruct them to bring the books of account with them. The butler advised me that Mrs. Roper was in effect the estate manager, and she also supervised the accounts of both the estate, and the house, and that the house staff also worked under her guidance. He said " His Lordship made the changes, some three years ago and it has worked well." This was indeed an unusual arrangement at the time, in fact at that time it was virtually unknown for a women to take any responsible managerial position. It was just not done. I said after a little thought "Very Good but I will still see Mrs. Roper and later whoever has day to day running of the estate later. Tell him to be readily available." After breakfast, I made my way to my study, or rather what used to be my fathers study. I was surprised to find that it was occupied by a very trim attractive lady in her early thirties. She turned and smiled at me, and curtsied and said. "Good Morning your Lordship. I am Emily Roper, and I have all the books of accounts ready here for your inspection." She immediately aroused my interest in every way, she sounded competent, she looked competent and she also looked very sexy. A brief scan showed the books were kept in a neat and tidy manner. It was very unusual for ladies to be able to read or write, to do sums or take part in business in this age. Such a practice was almost totally unheard of except in bordello's or other houses of ill repute... "Sit down Mistress Roper." I said standing politely until she was comfortably seated. She spoke rather hesitantly. "I have been acting as estate manager for your father and also in the ten months since his death I have been managing the estate affairs. . Your father made some very good investments, but you do need to act quickly My Lord, especially regarding the Winslow estate, and some other overdue accounts. "Why"? I asked. "Well my Lord your father lent money to Lord Winslow against almost every asset the Winslows estate owns over the years, to cover his gambling debts, he has since died and the loans and interest are now all well overdue." "That is an easy decision, so foreclose, and take possession immediately " I said. She looked slightly shocked at my decision. "We are also owed much money on Lord Archers estate., and others also My Lord.. " How much?" I asked. "Nearly fifty thousand guineas. My Lord, almost more than some of the estates are worth." Thinking quickly, I remembered that his daughter the very attractive Hon Anne- Marie Archer, was betrothed to Roger Winslow and immediately the outline of a very devious plan began to form in my mind. An Elizabethan Adventure "Ah well send and tell Lord Archer him that I shall wait on him shortly with a view to discussing his indebtedness and I look forward with interest to his proposals to repay me plus the significant amount of interest that is daily accruing." For some of the others give them warnings and we will review them in depth later. She looked relieved, but rather puzzled at my leniency to Lord Archer. At her insistence we then went through a number of other outstanding smaller debts, and I decided to leave the decisions to Emily Roper and where possible give others a short time to repay with threats of foreclosure . I decided to be tough and get myself well known. "How is it my father made so much money.?" I asked her. " Well My Lord your father bought two houses of um ill repute in Curzon St in London some years past, and seeing the possibilities, he added gambling rooms to the best one. He encouraged all his cronies to visit, and he became very rich through the profits of the er brothels and the winnings from the gambling rooms. Despite his warnings, many stupid people started to lose quite heavily and gave notes on their properties to cover their losses, hence he was able to take their land, houses and other assets as security. Many have been sold and others rented back to the original tenants at a profitable rental" Mistress Roper was obviously very efficient, and seemed to me to be very trustworthy. My background in trade in Zanzibar allowed me to get a quick understanding of the estate accounts, and I sensed that all was not well with some of the tenant farmers. This was shown clearly by the vast amount of arrears in rent payments and the lack of money spent on tenant repairs. " I understand that your husband is the estate supervisor, but he does not seem as efficient, as you are yourself Mistress Roper and I note that the tenant farms show a clear lack of prosperity." I looked closely at her and she was obviously embarrassed. "Nay don't worry Mistress Roper, I shall see for myself before the day is out." I sat back and looked at her. "I have no doubt Mistress Roper that you were the brains behind the whole of my fathers business operations. Much as I loved and respected him, I doubt my father had the ability to do this on his own." She blushed and said coyly. "My father was in business My Lord, . and I learned the lessons well from him". I suddenly had a thought and I looked carefully at her. "I dare say Mistress Roper that you were also my fathers mistress. Am I not right?" She blushed, and looked away. "My Lord I am a married woman." "That is no answer." I replied cynically. It was then that a knock on the door brought in her husband. My first thoughts were right, he was a shifty looking man dressed in a dark green coat with his tricorn hat tucked under his arm, and he had great trouble with making eye contact.. After he had come forth with some groveling comments and small talk, which did not impress me I said. "Roper saddle up my stallion Devil, and we will tour as much of the estate as we can before mid day." We left the Manor with Roper following in my wake. The more I saw of the man, the more I disliked him. Within the hour I knew that I had cause for concern. It was obvious the tenant farmers had little liking or respect for him and it was clear that the tenants had been given little support following two bad harvests. It was a mystery to me why my father had not intervened and then I realised that probably some form of blackmail had probably been employed. In other words, Roper allowed my father to sleep with his wife and in exchange he was allowed excess freedom to milk the estate funds. I guessed somehow, that he also imposed his presence, on some of the tenants farmers wives and daughters, a point which was confirmed on my final farm visit. I had at some point during that mornings inspection, decided to dismiss the man and on arriving at the last farm on our route. I sent him on back to the home farm and rode down to an extremely dilapidated farm, a farm that I had remembered as being extremely prosperous in my youth. As I dismounted the door opened and I was confronted by a young lady with lovely golden hair who I remembered well that she had been called Joan, a housemaid who worked at the Manor house. I also remembered that I had before my departure enjoyed her favours from time to time. She curtsied and said "Welcome My Lord dost thou remember me?" I replied "Aye Joan that I do and you are even more beautiful than I remembered." I turned my attention to a young child of about four or five years of age hanging on to her skirts. "And this be Agnes your Lordship the offspring of one our nights of passion together." For a moment I was stunned, and embarrassed somehow, I knew that she was right. She opened the door wider and invited me inside the farmhouse. . "Things do not go well for you Mistress Joan?" "Nay My Lord I am being evicted next quarter day, your steward will not give me time to pay my dues. Unless I am prepared to lie with him, a thing that I will not do My Lord. He assumes that because I am a widow woman, that I will give myself to any man." Fear not Mistress Joan, you will not be evicted without my say so." I told her, as I gave her five guinea pieces which was all the money I had with me. "This mistress is only part of what I owe thee, for the support of our child and more will follow. l do however, believe that it is not possible for you to stay on in this farm and manage it properly, so I will ensure that you have adequate suitable employment at the manor and suitable accommodation, but leave it with me and I will inform you of my decision in the matter." I was boiling with rage as I returned to the manor. I dismissed Roper on the spot and gave him four hours to vacate his home. He was not a happy man and swore vengeance on me, at which I had two laborers throw him in the duck pond and gave him only an hour to be gone. They did this with great gusto, obviously enjoying their task. On entering the house I sent for Mistress Roper and told her what had transpired. "You are not dismissed Mistress Roper, you still have employment, but I will understand if you wish to follow your man. Just let me know what your intentions are as soon as possible." Chapter 2 Next Chapter 2 I learn the Ropes As I lay on my bed after an extremely heavy lunch thinking about the mornings events. Still in my memory was my previous life and the meeting with Jammarree at the art gallery. It seemed to me now that I was living in some sort of dream and I would be woken shortly. I heard a faint tap on the door and Mistress Roper entered. " My Lord with your permission I will stay in your service,, and that villain who purported to be my husband has now gone. He never was my husband, as we never married. Your father wanted a married man for the post, and so between us we fabricated the lie. Your father found out when I told him sire, but by then we were lovers, but for several reasons your father never revealed the truth. Eventually Roper also found out and threatened to reveal our affair, but he also had some other hold over your father sire which I never found out. I owe you that explanation sire, but now if you wish me to go I will.. I miss your father greatly, he was more than a lover, he was the husband I never had, and I tried to be a wife to him as far as I could. With respect my Lord, your mother never cared one whit for him, not as I did." "I am glad Mistress Roper" I said. "He was a lucky man indeed. Perhaps one day I shall be so lucky. I am glad you are staying but from now on I will be asking you to take more responsibility, and increasing your salary substantially. But I do need your total loyalty. I have a very special mission to accomplish,. and need to be free from trivial estate matters." Mistress Roper blushed, and looked down at me, she blushed and started to undress, obviously misconstruing the intent behind my statement. Then I realised that whilst talking to her, I had grown a quite significant erection that she had obviously seen. I thought that perhaps I should put her straight, but she was a really beautiful woman, and obviously quite willing for a closer involvement as I of course was. Emily quickly undressed, and her beautiful nude body, crawled on the bed to join me. I did not speak, but I put my arms round her, and hugged her to me. I knew that she had made a decision, and that she was going to stay with me. She lay with her back to me, and so I could put my arms round her and feel her ample breasts, this allowed me to gently fondle her hardening nipples, her warm buttocks nestled against my groin and she put her hand behind her to pull my cock between her legs. I could feel the wet warmness of her. She smelt nice, and I knew that she had washed, and taken special care of her toilet, and appearance before she had come to my bedroom She turned round to face me, not for a second letting go of my cock. Her lips touched mine softly, and I let my hand wander down her warm belly, and my fingers found her warm wet vagina lips. I gently probed her pussy lips. She pulled my hand away, and placed my cock between her legs, so that it mashed up against her pussy lips. My cock was wet with her juices. I kissed her gently on the lips, and ran my hands through her hair, as I did, so I felt her stretch, and gently push her warm body against mine. I rolled Emily over on her back and kissed her lips, probing her mouth with my tongue . We were both breathing heavily. I turned round and licked my way down to her pussy, and started licking her with my tongue. I think this was the first time that she had experienced this kind of lovemaking, as for a brief second she tensed, and I thought she was going to pull away, but I persisted. Suddenly her body seemed to explode with orgasm. I continued my licking and probing with my tongue, and she was moaning out loud. I pulled back and watched Emily as she lay panting heavily from her exertion. She lay with her eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow of our coupling . Her pussy was wet with her juices, and I knew she was more than ready for my cock... I kneed her legs apart, leaned down and kissed her, probing her mouth with my tongue, whispering to her to guide my cock to her waiting slit. Her small hand nervously brought my cock to her pussy. I flexed my legs to press against her, barely touching her.. I very much wanted to slide all the way in and fuck her hard, but I knew that I was probably larger than anyone she had been with before. After getting the head in, I stopped for a few seconds, but she raised her hips to get more of me in. I slowly pushed more of my cock into the tight love tunnel feeling her muscles beginning to grip me as I entered. She was very wet from her orgasm, making my entry easier than I expected and she was moaning with pleasure. I began a slow rhythmic movement in and out. My large cock filled her, with each inward push. I lay fully upon her, grasping her buttocks with both hands Emily lay under me, not crushed as I being a perfect gentleman, took my body weight on my elbows. Suddenly she had a second orgasm making her moan in joy. It was at that point that I stopped, and held still. for a moment We continued fucking, I was holding her tight, and then I felt her third orgasm gripping my cock even tighter. I could hold out no longer and pushed my cock as deep as it would go, the large head pressed against her cervix, I began to cum, pumping a large volume of semen into her. We lay together for a long time as we recovered from our exertions. Then she spoke "I am sorry my Lord, I did not mean to do this, when I came to see you, but you are so like your father, and as I have told you, we had a very special relationship. Your father, like you, could not marry me, but for the past few years I was more of a wife to him than your mother ever was." "You want to carry on that relationship with me then Mistress Roper?" "It was not my intention My Lord, but I am not averse to more lovemaking if our experience today is a foretaste of things to come." She said shyly. I turned and kissed her. "You are an attractive woman, and a very competent business woman. I need to work very closely with you, and I am sure that we would probably have been tempted after a while." During our conversation that afternoon as we lay their, I found that Emily Roper had been acting as housekeeper, as well as her other duties. She obviously coped with an enormous work load. This had worried me, as I needed to have more of Emily's time. Now after finding Joan the mother of my child,. the perfect solution occurred to me, Joan would make an ideal housekeeper, and she could have Emily's cottage. It was then that I told Emily that I needed a very large change in her duties. I said "Mistress Emily I want you to be my personal assistant, and you will vacate your cottage, and move into the manor house. You will have your own personal maid, and relinquish the housekeepers post. I have someone in mind who I believe is capable of taking your place as housekeeper. How does this suit you" For a moment she was very quiet. My Lord I am confused, what do you expect from me?" "Mistress Emily I have a very special and secret task that I need to carry out and you will need to travel with me on occasion, and you will also need to take on much more financial responsibility. You see Mistress, I am a very rich man in my own right, much richer than my father ever was, and you will have full operational control of my estate as well. I also have a task which I vowed I would complete in my lifetime, and I need you to take that on board, as well to leave me free to do what I must.." She sat up on the bed and looked down at me. "My Lord I am not a whore to be bought." I laughed at her anxiety. Mistress Emily I saw the books this morning. I also know bookkeeping and financial management probably as well as you do. I think that you are the right person for the job, but you will probably have some male opposition, but I will support you. If we never make love again, the job is still yours - what do you say?" She smiled "Thank you my Lord, and now I must show you something more." She got off the bed and without dressing she went to the door of the large wardrobe still full of my fathers clothes. She looked back at me. " Come sire." I followed her also in the nude. She pressed a knob on a panel at the back of the wardrobe, and a secret door slid open revealing a staircase leading upwards. Holding my hand, in the dark she led me up about twenty steps and we came into an attic room. The attic was lit by overhead windows. Walking across the attic she pulled aside an old portrait and revealed a door. She fumbled above the door for a key and then inserting the key in the lock she opened it. Behind was a large room with a bed with lighting from the roof window. but round the walls was a series of pornographic sketches. 'This my lord was your fathers secret den. And the sketches are his own work sire" I stood for a moment looking at the drawings, and sketches, not realising that my father had been so talented and then she led me to a ledger on a side table. In the ledger was a biography of nearly every man and woman on the estate, and in the nearby village of Lacock with details of all the intimate affairs that were, or had been going on, and intimate details of peoples sexual preferences, and habits. Their was also a list of the times and places where my father had taken advantage of the various ladies of the district, and a write up on their abilities or otherwise. One of the first I noticed, was a commentary of my sister Ethel's husband and the fact that he was apparently deceiving my sister, and having an affair with the vicars lady. My father had also noted that the vicar was not properly ordained, and his so called wife was actually his sister, but for some reason once again my father had not taken any action in the matter. The vicars wife (sister) was noted as being of slim build extremely good looks and of loose morals, with a lively personality and good company. I noted however, that my father had not taken advantage of her charms, or if he had, he had not recorded them. I looked at Emily and I said. "Dear lady there was a bond between thee, and my father, were you not jealous of his affairs" "Nay My Lord, he could not marry me as he had a wife, and he could not marry a commoner even were he not married. I was well content with life with your father sire. He kept me well satisfied" I realised then that the class restrictions were very tight. To be born out of a wedlock was a terrible disadvantage, But to be born as the illegitimate child of one of the upper class did not carry the same stigma but was often recognised. As I started reading the very descriptive notes in my fathers log book, I became aware that my erection had resumed its action status. The erotic notes and sketches had been too much, and Emily now aware of my predicament dragged me willingly towards the bed where we spent another pleasant hour, before we resumed the reading of my fathers log book. After a time Emily led me to another concealed door which led downwards. Every few steps came to a landing on which was a door, she showed me that each door had a peephole which looked into the rooms of the female staff. At the present time most of the staff were still about their duties, but I noted that each door could be easily opened from the outside. Eventually on reaching the ground floor she opened a door that led into the stable yard. It was hidden from sight by a very large growth of bushes.. We could only peep out of the door as we were still in the nude so we returned to my fathers secret den. I read with interest the note relating to our resident vicar, who according to my father was servicing half the females in his flock on a regular basis and who was not, according to my father ordained, inasmuch that he had previously been unfrocked by the Bishop for unbecoming conduct with members of his congregation at a previous parish. I gather that my father was loath to do anything about it, because of the scandal if it became known, that my sister Ethel was married to Marsden who in turn was allegedly having an affair with the vicars sister. But I was pleased to note the marriage could not be legally binding, so my sister Ethel was really a free woman should she so wish.. I did not feel that I was bound by fathers restrictions, and I vowed to do something about this in due course. It followed that as he was an unfrocked priest all marriages, baptisms and funerals he had officiated at, were not legal, which meant that a lot of ladies in the locality were living in sin as it were. I was inclined to do something about it immediately, but Emily Roper suggested that we let it lie for a bit, and first consult the Bishop and think closely about the repercussions as she rightly pointed out, it would cause chaos. She pointed out "Sire, it may turn out that a lot of ladies, and indeed some men might decide to change partners, if they knew the marriage was not legally binding. This would also lead to a lot of children being declared bastards. But I was intrigued by the glamorous vicars sister, and given a chance, may well get better acquainted. *********** Two day later I put my resolve to go and see my sister into action. It was a bright sunny day, as I rattled through the countryside in the light chaise. The roads were badly rutted, and the journey was uncomfortable, We frequently had to stop at the pay tolls. However, as I was the Lord of the Manor I was exempt from payment on my own property. The groom driving was new to me, and seemed somewhat nervous of me, and not inclined to talk. As we drove over the rutted roads I started to recall much of the detail about my sister Ethel. We were always very close, and my visit to her was a matter of priority From the time I was born, we were put in the care of a stream of nursemaids and governesses. We rarely saw our mother, although father doted on us. I always got the impression that once mother had produced the mandatory son, she felt her duty was done, and from then on she spent most of her time in town with the high society crowd spending the family wealth. Our father was a country lover, and preferred to spend more time at home. There was no real affection between them, and it appeared my father was quite happy to let her live her own life as long as she let him live his. An Elizabethan Adventure Growing up together Ethel who was two years older than me, became very close. We would spy on our nursemaids, and governesses as they were being fucked by the men of the household, or perhaps a local lover they had sneaked into the house for the occasion. Increasingly, as we grew bolder. :Like most teenagers we became very sexually aware, and our need for relief became overpowering. It was quite natural for us to begin by exploring each others bodies, and when I was fourteen, I was introduced into the delights of full sex by one of the governesses. She taught me all the different ways she enjoyed being fucked, and so, not unnaturally Ethel and I became lovers. Most of our governesses left us at night to our own devices anyway, while they pursued their own amorous adventures, and so we took full advantage of the situation. I also found that in my early teens I could demand sex from any of the young girls of the household, who naturally were too frightened of losing their position to refuse my advances, even had they so wished, less they get dismissed without a character. However, my main love was my beautiful sister Ethel, and we spent most of our nights together, becoming quite adept in the art of sex in all its forms. But when I was seventeen, we got caught by my father, who had returned home early unexpectedly one evening, and our liaison was discovered. There was a terrible row, I was severely thrashed, and I was immediately dispatched abroad to Africa, with a small pittance of an allowance to make my own way in the world. After that, I heard little about my sister, except that she had quite quickly married a so called local gentleman farmer. It was about six in the evening, and just getting dark when we arrived at the farm which was now her home. I was delighted to see this beautiful young woman, who I immediately recognised as my sister Ethel as she ran to greet me, she hugged me close and kissed me full on the lips more like a lover than a sister. Eventually she turned to the driver, and told him that she had arranged a bed for him, and stabling for the horse at the local inn. I bade him return at 9.00 the following day for orders. In front of a roaring fire and with a good beef stew inside me Ethel started to talk. "Tony dear "I am so sorry I lost our baby." "Our baby?" I replied somewhat shocked. "Yes darling, but in one way Marsden my husband would not have made a good father, so perhaps I realise now that it was a blessing in disguise.." Now for the first time I had an inkling of what had happened. She had been pregnant by me, and so father had married her off to save the family name. Ethel then told me that she had not ever slept with Marsden. Father had given him the farm, and paid all his debts and it was stipulated that he should not take advantage of Ethel without her consent. He had agreed, but as a result he had been in a marriage in name only, and he had taken his marital pleasures elsewhere. Ethel said " He spends most of his time with the vicars sister who masquerades as the vicars wife " This was not news to me but I was intrigued that Ethel knew all the details "Tell me more dear sister." I responded. " Well, apparently he is a defrocked vicar, and he got the parish by affirming that his sister is in fact his wife." I reflected on my relationship with Emily. " This seems to be a common occurrence in these parts." I observed as I explained about Emily's new role at the manor, and her previous relationship with her so called husband. It was clear that Ethel knew little about Emily, although she had been aware that gossip had our father and the lady linked together in some sort of relationship. We talked until the early hours and then I turned to Ethel and I told her "You can leave Marsden, and come home with me on the morrow, your home is now at the Manor with me if you so wish." Ethel looked at me and burst into tears, she flung her arms round my neck, and sat on my lap, her tears of happiness soaking my doublet. "Yes Tony dear, I will come with you, but there is one thing more that I desire of you." And what may that be that dear sister? I enquired." I want to have another baby - our baby to replace the one we lost." I looked at this beautiful sister of mine, and I felt I could refuse her nothing. Within minutes we were in the master bedroom, with a big fire roaring in the grate. "What about Marsden I asked, will he not be coming home?" "No brother dear, should he arrive he will sleep in the barn, he will be drunk, and sleep on the hay." I was soon stripped and in bed. Within minutes Ethel had joined me as she gently cupped my cock "Such a big, fat package," I heard her whisper." You are so much bigger brother dear than I remember." My cock was now sticking up straight, she nervously reached out a hand, and touched the head of my cock. Her touch sent electricity through me. She ran her thumb across the head sending electric thrills through my body.. "So nice and hard, and so hot," she whispered. As if afraid that someone else might hear her. She moved her fingers downward and gripped my cock, moving her thumb around the whole time. I swallowed, and looked at her face in the light from the fire. She looked almost dazed, sort of sleepy. She licked her lips, and before I knew what she was doing, she got up on her knees, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue right at the base of my balls This was just as she used to do those many years ago. Then, she pulled my cock toward her mouth, and wrapped her lips around the head of it. She sucked it all the way to the back of her throat, making swallowing motions, massaging my cock with her throat muscles. After a few moments just as I was about to come, she took my cock out of her mouth with a popping slurping sound, and stood up. She lay back spread her legs, her hand reached out to fondle my cock Our tongues met and she began to swirl hers around mine. She continued to stroke my cock and then I felt her squeeze at my cock, and then she had the tip of my penis positioned between her vagina lips. I was now completely poised and positioned, all I had to do now was thrust, and I would be inside of my own sister again after almost six years I of course hesitated briefly as I contemplated the possible outcome, but Ethel pushed at my buttocks, and I began to feel myself enter her. I was halfway in her, and completely satisfied that I was now fucking my sister, but then she pushed at my buttocks more and began to squeeze my cheeks as I went deeper into her. Ethel gave a deep sensual moan. . I knew then, even had I so wished, that there was no turning back. I began pumping Ethel with great gusto. She began stroking my back and squeezed my buttocks some more. I felt intoxicated, I was actually fucking Ethel my own sister. I put my head beside hers and buried it in the bed. Now I was the one hiding my face. We fucked like that for several minutes then Ethel became more aggressive and forced me to fuck her harder and harder. She began to whimper a bit and was trying really hard to get off. Looking back I imagine she was becoming frustrated, but it didn't seem to bother her too much. She flipped around and got on top of me, it lasted about three rounds of her rising her pussy up and down my cock before I felt I was about to come. As I squirted my cum inside of my sister, I swear I felt my cock hitting her deep down inside somewhere. Her tits were bobbing in front of my face in an almost comical fashion. With each burst of sperm going inside of her, she seemingly began to get off more. I immediately became exhausted, yet she continued to ride my ever shrinking cock. I look down at our joined hips and saw the cum leaking out of her pussy on to my cock and pubic region. Ethel finally started cumming, as I started to become freaked out at the fact that I may have just impregnated my own sister. As Ethel came, she finally fell on top of me, with my cock still inside of her. We had both become completely naked in the passion of our sex. Exhausted, we both went to sleep while partially still inside of each other. I awoke in the morning completely naked and alone. I immediately got up, and went down the stairs Ethel was packing a large bag in preparation for our return home. I realised that morning just how much that in such a short time of just over a week, how my life had changed completely from being a penniless man with little hope and now I was .a man of power, and the world was my oyster - well almost! My past life seemed like a bad dream except for the few memories of Jammarree. The unusual thing was that this life seemed so natural for me now and as if by instinct I knew exactly what to do and what I had done in my previous life. The only thing that was getting me really annoyed was the fact that my valet was trying to get me to wear a wig as was the custom of gentry in the sixteenth century. But I steadfastly refused I had a good head of hair. The new living arrangements at home installed Ethel the Mistress of the House being my sister, as I was not married and she moved into a bedroom near mine, as did Emily, both had their own maids and strangely both got on tolerably well together. Emily accepted her station in life as a superior servant, with lots of authority and extremely well paid. Although she was in fact my mistress she did not in any way to my philandering ways as long as she was kept happy. But this was the time that we lived in In addition Joan and her daughter were now installed and she had taken the role of Housekeeper with great enthusiasm. Chapter 4 Next Chapter 4 Anne- Marie During the first few weeks we were busy with estate matters. Emily was staggered at the amount of my wealth, She was so concerned, that she pointed out that with my fathers estate, the number of foreclosures and debts to be recovered, she would need some help. We agreed that she could look for a new Estate Manager and also some clerical help with the financial side. We agreed that we certainly needed to turn some of our cash into profitable investments. I would spend most of my afternoons at home in my fathers private den, I would keep going through his notes, and spend time gazing at his pornographic sketches. But time and time again I kept coming back to the sketch of the so-called vicars wife. If I had to give any of the sketches marks, I would have willingly given that the top mark. It was an outstanding drawing and done in great detail. According to my fathers notes her name was Jane, but their was very little about her. I knew somehow, that their must have been some sort of special relationship between her and my father. The fact that their was no description of any sexual activity between them, as their was with every other woman he had come into contact with, and no personal comments added to my suspicions. It all came to a head quite quickly one day, when I had dozed off on the bed in his secret den in the loft area.. It was an overcast day, the light through the top window was poor and the wick had gone out, and I had fallen asleep. I awoke as I heard the door creak, and a tinder box being struck to light an oil lamp. My first thoughts were that it was Emily, but a waft of perfume convinced me that it was a stranger . As a lamp was lit, the light reflected on the face of the candle holder I recognised her from the sketch straight away. She gave a little scream as she saw me, and said "I am sorry my Lord." I said "What are you doing here Mistress Jane?" "My Lord I came to retrieve my sketches that your father and I made, before you found them." "Alas you are to late, but they are nothing to be ashamed off, they are works of art" In the dim light of the candle, it was hard to see, and so I took the lantern from her , and lit several more wicks, so that we had ample light. I saw then that she was absolutely gorgeous, she was unique.. If anything the sketches did not do her justice. She was that day as was the custom, wearing an ankle length skirt, which was the fashion, tightly belted at the waist, and a snow white blouse that displayed her bust to best effect, and her blonde hair was piled up on the top of her head, giving her an illusion of greater height. It was obvious from her face, that she was frightened of the consequences of being found here. "How did you get in?" I asked. "There is another way My Lord that only I know." "Well I need to know it as well." I told her. "Sit down young lady, I gather that you and my father were lovers." She did not answer. "That is true is it not?" I persisted. "Yes my Lord." She admitted shyly. "Yes I gathered that, from the notes regarding you or really the lack of them, which indicates an affection between you.". "So, what do I do with you now Mistress Jane?.." "I miss your father sire, your father covered for my brothers deception as vicar because we were lovers. He also knew I had other lovers from time to time." "Please do not expect me to cover for him." "Not even if we were to become lovers sire?" She asked a hint of defiance in her voice. As she spoke she started to disrobe. "Even if we did became lovers, I could not make a promise like that." I told her. But it seemed as though she had made up her mind, and soon she was standing naked in front of me and leaning forward started to undo my clothes. Nay Mistress Jane please cover yourself I am not so easily persuaded, despite your outstanding beauty . I want to know all the details . Reluctantly she covered herself and turning towards me she said. Sire, You should know I am not the vicars sister. I am in fact his second cousin. I was left suddenly orphaned with no income, I was a pauper, and the work house beckoned, I am educated enough to carry out clerical work, and I have a good handwriting, but alas no-one will employ a woman. I was faced with the fact that I must sell my body as an alterrnative to the workhouse, until Cousin Roger came to me, and proposed the idea of acting as his wife, in order that he could obtain the living. Underneath sire, he is a truly evil man my Lord in many ways, he uses the church funds for his own ends and he blackmails many parishioners into having sex with him, to keep him quiet. He openly boasts, that he knows he has fathered six children in this parish.. I want to get away from him, as quickly as I can muster the means, and make a living for myself. . I said Mistress Jane I have to think of the parishioners, and the effect he has on them by officiating at Weddings, Christenings and Funerals which are all void. But I do not wish to do you any harm, if only for my fathers sake if nothing else. But maybe I can help you find a position which would suit your capabilities.. Tomorrow in the forenoon come and talk with Mistress Emily she is seeking help with the accounts and is looking for a new clerk. ************ Mistress Jane was so excited she threw her cover away and joined me on the bed, and without saying anything, straddled my body, her lips clamped eagerly and passionately on mine and I soon found her pussy staring me in my face, as she turned around intio the 69 position . She took as much of my cock into her mouth as she could in one go, while I in turn could not refuse such an offer, started to work on her pussy with my tongue, it did not take me long to find her clit. This triggered off a whole series of orgasms and soon my face was wet with her secretions. Meanwhile Mistress Jane purposefully kept licking and sucking until she had as much of me, as she could manage in her mouth. Then after a while she stopped, before I could shoot my seed into her mouth. Mistress Jane let go of my cock, turned round She took my cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy, Then with almost a look of triumph in her eyes she sat down hard. Both of us moaned in ecstasy, she was tight, but she was also well lubricated. To me it was just heavenly release. Mistress Jane was pressing down on me hard, her face showing her determination, her eyes brimming with lust, as she concentrated in getting as much of my cock up inside her as was humanly possible. It was not long before she sat back, her muscles gripping and vibrating as it seemed they were milking my cock, a look of sheer relief and happiness on her face as once again, she started to cum in little short bursts flooding my cock and the bed clothes beneath us, but I had not yet come, and so I grabbed her and rolled her over onto her back, as I bent down and kissed her, my cock nudging the entrance to her pussy, as her hand went down and guided me home. "Yes! Sire. "She hissed lustily. " Like father like son Do it again sire please." She flopped back on to her back as I entered her, she threw her arms round my neck, her legs locked round my waist, and she pulled my head down in a long passionate French kiss, our tongues swirling madly as our loins pressed tightly together. I flexed my cock inside her, and I felt Mistress Jane respond She started to squeeze back, thrusting her hips wantonly against me, as tremors flooded my body, my cock driving deep into her arms round my neck pulled me down on to her as her hips drove upwards. Her upper lip curled, her climax a brief moment away. Her hips rocked wildly, then her body arched up, pressing hard against me, as together our bodies rolled locked together as our love making came to fruition. Gradually our passion subsided, Mistress Jane lay there smiling up at me happily, her forehead beaded with perspiration. She closed her eyes, pulling me closer to her, cheekily just rocking her hips slowly and gently, testing the firmness of my erection. I could feel our juices seeping down past my cock, and as her movement increased, and we were quickly aroused again, I began sucking one of her nipples with my tongue. Her muscles tensed around my cock, as once again I flexed inside her. Her legs and arms wrapped around me as we kissed passionately. "Just lie still Sire, it's time I rewarded thee" But now, I sensed that she was going to enjoy this, and slowly she rocked on her hands and knees, stretching her pussy over my large cock again and again, enjoying every ripple and every sensation . I felt my cock forcing its way into her, and as I gently pulled back out, I realised that she was the finest fuck I could remember recently . I reached for her breasts, tugging her nipples gently while she slowly fucked me, the first flush of passion past. Mistress Jane leaned down to kiss me as I said. "That was wonderful Mistress Jane, but it does not change my mind regarding your cousin." "You're pretty good yourself Sire." "Thank-you." She whispered. "But sire I am not my cousins defender , do what you must sire. You have given me hope.." She lay back and looked at me. "I can also be your mistress sire, and you must agree that I am the best. "I have Mistress Emily." "So did your father sire but he was always happy to see me." "We shall see Mistress Jane. -We shall see." I gathered later the following day that Mistress Emily had given Jane a months trial, but she had done well on the initial interview so Emily was hopeful she would be a success. Formality demanded on my calling on the Hon Anne Marie Archer, and her Father Lord Archer, to introduce myself, and to ascertain whether payment of the outstanding debt was possible. Prior to this. Emily would normally have carried out this task as my Business Manager, but I insisted that I would deal with this one myself. Emily had somehow, through her contacts got us an invitation to a soiree at Lord Archers house, coincidentally it was on the eve of my formal visit. Hudson tried his best to have me wear a wig on this formal occasion, but I would not. The estate was next to mine to the north, and the hall was about three miles distance which was no real distance even over the rough roads and gravel tracks, but our coachman knew the track well, and we had maintained it fairly well so we decided to return that night. .