The Education of Amelia

Literotic asexstories – The Education of Amelia by Unencumbered,Unencumbered
The Education of Amelia; or a Bawdy Tale of the Introductions of a Young Woman of Means into the Passions of Love and Desire

Amelia urged her horse forward and over the fence. Splendor sailed through the air. It was as close to flying as a person could ever get, Amelia thought. Splendor landed gracefully and she galloped him up toward the crest of the hill.

The sun was bright and the day was warm, but with a light breeze. She slowed the horse to a trot as she reached the big oak at the top off the hill. Someone was sitting at the base of the tree. Amelia brought Splendor to a walk, as she got closer. It was a man. He was sitting so that his back was too her, but he must have heard her approaching because he turned and looked at her. It was the O’Leary boy. His father ran the small freehold at the bottom of the hill along Westerly Road. And, he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

He stood up quickly when he saw Amelia and she stared at the ripple of muscles under his skin. It made her go all fluttery in her stomach. She tried to look away, but couldn’t.

“Ma’am,” he said touching his forelock.

“What’s your name?” Amelia demanded, covering her discomfort with a fierce exterior.

“Tatam, Ma’am. Tatam O’Leary. My father’s got the freehold down yonder.” He inclined his head down the hill.

“Oh yes, O’Leary,” Amelia said. “What are you doing here?”

“Resting Ma’am. I was fixing the stile, but the sun is hot and I needed some relief.”

Amelia nodded, trying not to stare at his bare chest. She felt hot and uncomfortable herself. She urged Splendor forward a bit so that she was in the shade of the oak, but this also brought her closer to the O’Leary boy. He stepped forward and took Splendor by the halter, stroking the big horse’s soft nose.

“Fine horse,” he said looking up at Amelia.

He was surprisingly handsome. He had dark eyes with long lashes and unlike other commoners he did not avert his gaze when looking at her. He stepped closer so that he could stroke the horse’s flank and she caught a whiff of him, a sunny, lemony scent mixed with a light smell of sweat. Her heart beat a bit faster and she found that she was having trouble catching her breath. She stared at the thin trail of hair that descended from his belly button and disappeared into the top of his trousers. She looked away.

“Splendor. His name’s Splendor,” she said.

“You ride him well. I’ve seen you at a distance. You ride better than many a man.”

“Thank you.” She should go. Her stepfather would not approve of her being alone with any man let alone a laborer’s son and an Irishman at that. “Do you ride?”

Tatam smiled. “Oh I can ride, but I don’t much get the opportunity. Asides, the horses I ride are better suited to pulling a plow.”

Of course, it had been a stupid question. She hadn’t even meant to ask it, but something about his naked closeness and his smell was making it hard for her to think. She had this odd desire to reach out and run her hand over the muscles in his arm, the same way she would run her hand over Splendor when grooming him. She swallowed hard and shifted in her saddle. “I should be going.”

“Aye, as should I. I still have much to get done.” He gave her a big smile and stepped away. “Perhaps I’ll see you out riding again sometime.”

“Perhaps.” She watched him turn and walk way toward the stile in the stone fence at the edge of the field. She flicked the reins and Splendor started forward.

**********

“Cousin Charlotte should arrive today,” Amelia’s stepfather said when she came down for breakfast the next morning. Amelia had never known her real father, he’d died before she was born. Lord Cosgrove had always seemed like a young, benevolent uncle to her, rather than a father.

“Oh good,” Amelia said. She didn’t know her Scottish cousin, but anything to break up the monotony and routine of manor life was welcome. Cousin Charlotte was a temporary replacement for her Governess, Miss Atkins, who’d been called away due to family illness. Charlotte was young for a Governess, just 24, a few years older than Amelia. If her family had more money it would have been shocking that she had not come out. Most women her age were engaged or married by this time. But Charlotte’s father, who was some distant cousin of Amelia’s mother, was a doctor. A country doctor at that, and did not have the means. Amelia would come out the next year when she turned 19, if Miss Atkins had any say in it.

It was a wet dreary day, so there would be no riding. With Miss Atkins away there would be no schoolwork either.

After breakfast Amelia wandered up to the library to search out a book. Instead of choosing a book from her stepfather’s library, she chose to look at the shelves that held her mother’s books. Her mother had died when Amelia was only eight and she hardly remembered her. Her books were one of the few tangible reminders Amelia had. Miss Atkins did not have a high regard for the romances and novels of the former Lady Cosgrove and did not encourage Amelia to read from “those shelves,” as she referred to them.

Amelia let her fingers run over the spines of the volumes, finally settling on a book by Jane Austin. She took it over to the day bed by the window where there was more light and began to read. The book was good and engaging, but after a time she found that her thoughts began to wander to her encounter with Tatam O’Leary. She could see him in her minds eye, shirtless and muscular. She remembered how she’d wanted to touch him and the lemony, sweaty smell of him.

She remembered the thin line of hair that ran from his belly button and disappeared into his trousers. Her breathing became shallow and she felt flushed and warm. She closed her eyes picturing him. She imagined his hands on her waist and her hands against his hard chest. She was more than just warm now. She let her knees fall apart a bit under her skirts. She felt hot down there. In her mind Tatam’s hand stole lower, pressing against her belly. Then it travelled lower still, until he was pressing it between her legs. Amelia sighed.

Then she opened her eyes. Her own hand was pressing down on her skirts and she felt damp between her thighs. Miss Atkins had hinted about this and about the sin of it and what happened to those who gave in to such sins. But it felt so good. Amelia wanted to hike up her skirts and open her pantalets. The thought shocked her, but the naughtiness of it was also appealing.

Reluctantly, she removed her hand and picked up her book again. No more thoughts of Tatam O’Leary, she told herself.

She’d only read a few pages when she was interrupted by a commotion in the courtyard below. Looking out she saw a carriage drawing up to the front door. This must be cousin Charlotte arriving. She stood, straightened her skirts and went to meet her.

Amelia reached the bottom of the stairs to find her stepfather greeting a slim, pretty woman with thick red hair. She saw Amelia over her Lord Cosgrove’s shoulder just as Amelia reached the bottom step.

“You must be Amelia,” Charlotte said, and came forward and embraced her. Then she stepped back and look her cousin up and down. “Aren’t you the flower of youth?”

Amelia blushed. Charlotte laughed.

“Tell me what do you like to do?”

The sudden, forthright question surprised Amelia. “Ride.” It was the first thing that came to mind.

“Oh good, I love horses and riding over the moors,” Charlotte said. “What else?”

“Reading.”

“And what do you like to read?”

“Well I’m reading a book by Jane Austin right now,” Amelia said and glanced at her stepfather to see if he disapproved, but he was watching the two girls with amusement.

“Oh we’re going to get on tremendously!” Charlotte declared

“Denby, take Miss MacCarthy’s trunks up to the Silver room please,” Lord Cosgrove said to the footman waiting by the door.

“Oh, you’re going to be next door to me.” Amelia said to her cousin.

“I know, I asked to be close by. I want us to be friends.”

Amelia spent the rest of the day helping Charlotte and Annie, the chambermaid, unpack Charlottes clothes and get her settled in her chamber. The more time she spent with Charlotte the more she liked her. She was the opposite of Miss Atkins. She laughed and smiled for one thing, but it wasn’t just that, she never once admonished Amelia about her manners or how she stood or walked.

“So what are your plans for Amelia’s education?” Lord Cosgrove asked at dinner.

“We’ll start slow I think,” Charlotte replied. “I’ll want to get a good sense of where she is and what she knows.”

“My sense is that she has more knowledge of manners and religion than of any real learning,” his Lordship noted.

“And you want her to have real learning?” Charlotte asked.

“I want my daughter to be able to think and fend for herself,” Amelia’s stepfather said. “One day this estate will be hers, God willing, and she must know how to run it. She should know math, prose and rhetoric. Can you help her with those?”

“That’s very progressive of you, sir. I certainly can help her with those subjects. Perhaps some basic biology and chemistry also?”

“Whatever you think best,” Lord Cosgrove said.

Charlotte looked over at Amelia and smiled. “We’ll have fun.”

*********

Amelia was running through the woods. It was dark and someone was following her. She could hear them crashing through the underbrush. Branches tore at her and tangled at her ankles, but she pushed on, terrified.

Then he was there in front of her a dark shape. She wasn’t sure how she knew it was a man, she just did. She opened her mouth to scream.

“Don’t, I won’t hurt you.”

It was Tatam O’Leary. He was shirtless in the moonlight. He stepped closer to her and she was enveloped in his smell.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

She turned her face up to him. She wanted him to kiss her and he did. He leaned down and their mouths met. His lips were warm and his breath was hot. He pulled her close and she could feel the hardness of his muscular body against her. And there was another hardness pushing against her skirts.

She pushed herself against him wanting to feel all of him against her body. His breath was sweet like new grass and his arms around her felt strong. She ran her hands up his back. It was like stroking Splendor, the same warm muscle and hair. Hair? But she couldn’t think about that now. All she could do now was cling to him. His hand had found the firm round flesh of her loins. She sighed into his mouth. Amelia felt like she was on fire and melting at the same time. And she was wet. Very wet. It came as a bit of a shock to her.

Then she was naked, how she didn’t know. She pressed into Tatam, embarrassed, even in the dark. But something was pressing back, pressing between her legs where a hot stream appeared to be trickling from her. She pulled back and saw his manhood rising dark and enormous between his legs. She gasped. It looked like Splendor’s member, but it extended upward and curved back toward Tatams hard stomach.

“Touch it,” Tatam said, his voice husky and soft.

Repulsed and fascinated she did. It felt like a snake, hard and silky.

“Mmm,” Tatam made a noise in his throat.

Her hand looked tiny against his giant member. She stroked it and he moaned, his hips moving to meet each stroke. She wanted more, she wanted it inside her. The idea came from nowhere. She’d never even entertained such a thought before. She moved in closer, and still stroking, she pushed him between her legs. Carefully she rubbed his massive knob up and down her own sex. She shivered. It felt like heaven. She’d seen horses mating in the fields, but she never imagined it could feel like this. Her hand was slick with her own juices. She pushed Tatam’s cock between her folds and tried to get it inside her, but it was too big.

“Turn around.”

She turned and he pushed her forward on to all fours. She could feel her juices on her thighs; her nipples were so hard they hurt. She reached up and pinched one, sending a shudder through her body. She cupped her breast as she felt Tatam maneuver his thick member between her legs. She spread herself wider and wantonly lifted her backside in the air. She felt so depraved and so excited all at once. She wanted him insider her in the worst way.

He snorted and she glanced behind her. It wasn’t Tatam it was Splendor. She almost screamed, but the feeling of his big, black horse cock pressing against her engorged sex felt so good she moaned instead. He bucked forward and she pushed back trying to meet his thrusts. She was panting and there was a wonderful tightening in her belly that was starting to spread. Splendor bucked against her shaking her body. A light was spreading before her eyes, like dawn.

“Amelia, Amelia. Wake up,”

Amelia opened her eyes and blinked in the light of the lamp. Cousin Charlotte stood over her shaking her gently by the shoulder. A dream.

But the wetness between her legs was real, and the wonderful feeling in her body was real. She whipped her hand out from where it was pressed against her sex and immediately regretted it. The smell of her arousal, thick and musky, filled her bedchamber.

“You were moaning,” Charlotte said.

“A…a dream,” Amelia managed, but her voice came out shaky and odd.

“A good one by the sound of it,” Charlotte said and smiled.

Amelia could feel the heat in her face. “I’m sorry, it’s wrong.”

“Nonsense, it’s perfectly natural.”

Amelia looked at Charlotte carefully to see if she was making fun of her, but her cousin’s face was serious.

“Do you know nothing of this?” Charlotte asked.

“Nothing of what?”

Charlotte sighed. “I see your education has not been complete. About intercourse and how babies are made. Biology, in short.”

“Well a bit. I’ve read some in mother’s old books and I’ve seen the animals in the fields,” Amelia said.

“And what do you know of your own body?”

“My body?”

“How it works.”

Amelia felt her face getting hot again.

“I see. Well our first lesson will be in the anatomy of the human female” Charlotte walked across the room to Amelia’s dressing table and came back with a mirror.

“Have you ever seen your own sex?”

Amelia swallowed hard and shook her head.

Charlotte pulled the covers back. The smell of Amelia’s arousal assailed them both. Cousin Charlotte inhaled slowly in a way that Amelia took to be disapproval. Amelia felt herself blush harder, if that were even possible.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

“Don’t be sorry. It happens to all of us.”

“It does? To you too?”

“Of course.”

“Oh.” Amelia stared up at her cousin with her flaming red hair cascading over one shoulder, all the redder in the lamp light,.

Charlotte sat down on the edge of the bed. “Pull your gown up a bit.”

Hesitantly Amelia obeyed, pulling it up to just below her damp and throbbing sex.

Charlotte looked at her and then reached out and inched the cloth up just a little bit higher. “Now bring your knees up and spread your legs.”

Slowly, self conscious of her smell and how wet she was, Amelia did as she was told.

“Good.” Charlotte placed the hand mirror between Amelia’s thighs. “Have a look.”

Amelia glanced down. She could see her prominent Mons covered with downy hair and below it was what looked like damp red lips with a small opening at the bottom surrounded by wet curls.

“Is that what it should look like?”

Charlotte smiled. “Yes, we all look the same, all women that is; or at least mostly the same. See?”

To Amelia’s shock her cousin pulled her own gown up exposing a thick red triangle of hair. Then she one leg a bit so that Amelia could see her sex clearly in the light of the lamp. Amelia stared and then looked at her own reflection in the mirror. Charlotte was right, they were the same, but different. Charlotte’s lips were larger, thicker and hung down a bit. Her sex was also longer and less compact looking than Amelia’s. Charlotte lowered her leg again.

“So pay attention, I’m going to tell you about all the parts and what they’re called.”

She reached down and pulled Amelia’s gown up even further, exposing the girl’s flat belly. Then she reached between Amelia’s legs.

“This part,” She said running her finger lightly over the area between Amelia’s leg and lips, “is called the labia majora,” Charlotte said. The touch of her cousin’s finger made Amelia shiver just a bit.

“These,” she said, running her finger gently over Amelia’s nether lips. “Are called the labia minora.” It was all Amelia could do not to squirm under her cousin’s touch.

Very gently, Charlotte eased Amelia’s labia minora apart, exposing a wet, red gash. Amelia stared, fascinated and horrified at the same time.

“This,” Charlotte continued. “Is the opening of your urethra, she spread her fingers between Amelia’s labia and a tiny hole became visible. “This is where you expel urine.”

“Oh,” Amelia said. It was almost a sigh because Charlotte’s touch was making her feel a bit lightheaded and her breathing was coming more quickly.

“The area below the urethra is called the vestibule and below that is your hymen. Yours is ruptured, probably from all that riding.”

“Is that bad?” Amelia asked.

“No not at all. Mine was ruptured the same way. This,” Charlotte said, dipping her finger into the larger hole below the vestibule, “is your vaginal opening.”

Amelia gave a small gasp as Charlotte finger circled the opening. She had to fight to keep her hips from bucking forward and she felt her juices start to flow.

Charlotte let her finger slid gently into Amelia’s vagina.

“It’s also called gash, snatch, thatch, fancy bit, gulf of Venus, tufted treasure, or pin cushion by common folk,” Charlotte added still sliding her finger in and out of Amelia’s vagina.

Amelia moaned, low in her throat.

“Your vagina runs up to your womb, more technically known as your uterus. The vagina is muscular, but very flexible and can stretch. Some day, when you want to get pregnant, your husband will put his member, called a penis into your vagina.”

Amelia nodded, she’d seen the horses and dogs doing this. Horses brought her dream back to her and she swallowed hard. She wondered if she would ever look at Splendor the same.

“His penis will emit his seed, called sperm, which will travel up to your uterus and fertilize an egg that will become a child.”

All the while, Charlotte was moving her finger ever so slightly back and forth in Amelia’s vagina. It felt wonderful and Amelia’s hips had begun to move gently to meet her cousin’s thrusting finger.

“Your vagina is also sensitive. My finger feels good there doesn’t it?”

Amelia nodded. She didn’t trust her voice.

“Mmm,” Charlotte said. “Up here toward the top there’s a very sensitive spot.” She pushed her finger upward toward Amelia’s pelvic bone.

Amelia gasped.

“You can find it yourself if you put your finger inside. It feels different, rough and swollen.”

“Oh…oh.” Was all Amelia could manage.

Slowly Charlotte slipped her finger out. In the mirror Amelia could see a little viscous looking juice dribble from her vaginal opening. She missed Charlotte’s finger immediately.

“Below you vaginal opening is your perineum, which separates your vagina from your anus.”

Charlotte slid her finger down Amelia’s perineum and brought it to rest on her anus. Amelia squirmed. It felt oddly good, but dirty at the same time.

“This is where you expel waste when you defecate. Do you know what I mean?”

“Yes,” Amelia said. She was breathing fast and she felt hot and tight. Pent up.

“This area is very sensitive also. Particularly around the anus.” Charlotte’s wet finger circled Amelia’s anus for a moment.

Amelia groaned.

“But the most important part of your anatomy for you to be aware of it way up here.” Charlotte let her fingers slide up across Amelia’s perineum, her vaginal opening, her urethra and her labia until her hand was resting on the downy hair of her Mons.

“This little button at the top is called the clitoris.” Charlotte ran her finger around the button. Amelia’s hips pushed upward toward her cousin’s finger involuntarily and she moaned.

“You see it’s the most sensitive part. It has a little hood and if you pull it back you can see the clitoris itself.” Charlotte pulled the hood back exposing a little red and swollen nub.

“If you rub the clitoris you can have an orgasm, but you have to be gentle, like this.” Charlotte rubbed her finger lightly around Amelia’s clitoris as she spoke.

Amelia wondered for a minute what an orgasm was, but Charlotte’s finger was working some strange magic on her and she could not find the words to ask. Instead she moaned and arched her back. This was almost as good as her dream. She felt the same warmth and that tightening in her stomach. Her head felt light, her face hot and flushed.

“Oooo,” The sound escaped her and her hand found Charlotte’s free hand and grasped it. “Ohhhh.”

Charlotte leaned into her and she could smell the other woman’s breath and hair. It was pleasant and comforting. Suddenly she had an urge to pee.

“Oh, I think I need the chamber pot,” Amelia managed between gasps.

“Relax, just relax,” Charlotte whispered into her ear. Her finger was moving the hood of Amelia’s clit back and forth.

Amelia thought she might die. She whimpered and gasped, but she wanted something inside her. She wanted Tatam’s big horse cock from her dream. She spread her legs wider, imaging him between her thighs pushing himself into her.

Charlotte seemed to sense her need. She disentangled her hand from Amelia’s she reached down and inserted a finger and then another into Amelia’s aching vagina.

Amelia gasped, her back arched and a wave of warmth washed through her. “Ahhhhhhh. Oh Lord, Oh Lord.”

Then her muscles clenched again and she curled forward. “Oh, oh, oh.”

She’d never felt anything like this. She ground her nether region into her cousin’s hand, bucking and gasping, her vagina clamping and unclamping around Charlotte’s fingers. Her back arched again as another wave swept over her.

“Oh, oh.” Was the only sound she could manage as her muscles clenched again and again.

Slowly the waves of pleasure subsided leaving her breathing hard, and feeling warm and satisfied. Charlotte, curled in next to her on the bed, let her fingers slid from Amelia’s dripping wet hole. They lay there enjoying a pleasant lassitude.

But now Amelia found that she really did need to pee. She struggled up.

“Where are you going?” Charlotte asked.

“I need to make water,” Amelia said, but when she stood up she almost fell over. Her legs were like those of a newborn colt, shaky and weak.

Charlotte caught her and guided to the pot. “Let me get your gown up.”

Amelia squatted over the pot while Charlotte held her steady. A strong flow splashed into bowl and the warm, sweet scent of piss filled her nostrils.

“Oh, I’m so hot,” Amelia said when the last of her pee had been expelled into the pot.

“Let’s get this off you then,” Charlotte said, pulling Amelia’s gown up over her head.

The cool air felt wonderful on her body, but she also felt exposed and a bit shy in front of her cousin. She covered her small high breasts with her arm and covered her crotch with the other hand.

Charlotte smiled at her. “No need to be shy. Here I’ll strip too if it makes you feel better.”

Charlotte pulled her own gown off. Her breasts were larger and giggled pleasantly when she moved. Her nipples were small very light pink. Her skin was a pale white in the glow of the lamp. It made the bush of red hair between her thighs standout. She stood there fully exposed and let Amelia look her over.

“Come back to bed,” Charlotte said, extending a hand to the younger girl. Amelia took her hand and they climbed back into bed.

“Did you like your first orgasm?” Charlotte asked.

“Is that what that was?” Amelia asked.

Charlotte laughed. “Yes and you can have many more. You can give them to yourself whenever you feel you need one.”

“Isn’t that a sin?”

“No it’s natural. God wouldn’t have made it feel so good if he didn’t mean for you to enjoy it.”

“But Mrs. Atkins…” Amelia started.

“Doesn’t know a whit,” Charlotte finished.

“Do you do it? Give yourself orgasms?

“All the time. You want me to show you how?”

Amelia nodded.

Charlotte sat up and propped herself against the pillows. Slowly she caressed her left breast, pausing now and then to softly pinch or pull on her nipple. Amelia watched intently. Then Charlotte spread her legs and ran her fingers over her sex. Her lips already looked engorged and a thin trickle of clear fluid was leaking from her vaginal opening. She sighed.

Amelia moved so that she had a better view of her cousin’s sex. Charlotte ran her finger slowly down the length of her labia minora, gathering moister until she reached the small puckered pink of her anus. Then she slowly brought her finger up the full length again. She groaned slightly.

Amelia felt her juices starting to flow again as she watch Charlotte’s self-ministrations. Now Charlotte parted her labia and slid one finger into her vagina, but only up to the first knuckle. Amelia bent forward staring between her cousin’s legs. Charlotte’s musky woman smell enveloped her. With her finger now slick with her juices, Charlotte began to massage her clitoris. She made wide circles around it, stopping every so often to dip her finger back into her vagina. Charlotte’s head was thrown back and her eyes closed. She was breathing hard and a flush was creeping up her chest toward her neck. She opened her eyes and smiled at Amelia. Then, staring Amelia in the eye, she slipped her other hand down and slid a finger into her anus.

An “Ooooh,” escaped her lips and she began to rub her clit more directly.

Amelia felt a drop of moister on her inner thigh and realized that she was soaked. She slid her own finger down between her folds, inserting one finger into her own pulsing hot hole. Charlotte was moaning now, her hips bucking as she thrust one finger in and out of her anus while she worked her clit with the other.

Amelia found her own clit and began to work it. Soon the two were moaning in unison. Remembering how much she’d wanted to be filled, Amelia reached out and slipped a finger into Charlotte’s well-lubricated cave. The other girl’s eyes opened for a moment and she moaned louder. Charlotte’s vagina felt warm around her finger. Amelia moved her finger upward feeling for the spot that Charlotte had shown her. She found it, a rough spot that felt ridged and swollen. She ran her finger over it.

Charlotte moaned again, and her vagina spasmed. Then she tensed, her back arched and she gave a muffled cry. Her vagina pulsed around Amelia’s finger and small gush of thick fluid came out. Amelia felt her own orgasm build and sweep over her as Charlotte shook in the throws of her climax. Amelia kept pressure on the spot as her cousin shook and moaned. When she finally relaxed Amelia slid her finger out. She brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply. Charlotte’s smell was clean and sweet. She stuck her finger in her mouth tasting her cousin’s musky flavor.

Charlotte watched her, then she pulled her up and into her arms and they lay like that until the first hints of daylight brightened the room. Then Charlotte got up, put on her gown and slipped back to her own room.

*************

“My you must have slept well,” Lord Cosgrove said when he saw Amelia in the morning. “I’ve never seen you look so alive.”

Amelia smiled and glanced at cousin Charlotte who was busy putting jam on her toast and was careful not to make eye contact.

“And you my dear? How did you sleep?” Cosgrove asked Charlotte.

“Oh very well, My Lord,” Charlotte said looking up at him.

“Excellent. And what are your plans for Amelia today?”

“I think we’ll start with some biology. Do you have any books on the subject in the Library?”

“Oh I should think so.” Lord Cosgrove said. “Look in the section on the north wall.”

“Good. We’ll start with some book learning, but I think we will do some field observation this afternoon. Is there a horse I can ride?” Charlotte asked.

“Talk to Mr. Dawkins, he’s in charge of the stables,” Lord Cosgrove said. “He’ll set you up with a good mount.”

After breakfast Amelia showed Charlotte to the Library.

“What an impressive collection,” Charlotte said when they entered the room.

Amelia led her over to the north wall and in a few minutes Charlotte had found a book on the biology of plants. They spent the morning reading and talking about plants and how they grow and reproduce. It was fun, but by midday Amelia was feeling restless.

“Don’t worry, we’ll do field work this afternoon,” Charlotte said as she closed the book before they went downstairs for the mid-day repast.

After they’d refreshed themselves with some food and drink, the two cousins wandered down to the stables. The day was cool and little overcast, but not unpleasant. Mrs. Atkins would have been horrified that Amelia was out without a coat, but Charlotte didn’t say anything. The stable was quiet and seemed almost deserted.

“Oh my, how many horses do you keep?” Charlotte asked eyeing the long stone structure.

“Twelve,” Amelia said. “But some are for plowing the fields and pulling the carriages.

Come on, let’s find Mr. Dawkins.” Amelia was anxious to get out on Splendor and show her cousin the countryside.

Amelia led Charlotte to Mr. Dawkin’s cramped, little office, but he was not there. As they came out she saw a stable boy sauntering in their direction. Amelia had to think for a minute to get his name. She generally new the names of all the help, and particularly those who worked the stables, but this boy was newer than the others. Bob, the name finally came to her.

“Bob,” she called to the stable boy. “Have you seen Mr. Dawkins?”

Bob slowed as if thinking hard. “Might have seen ‘im by the old stables.”

“Really? What would he be doing there?”

“Dunno, M’Lady.”

“Alright, we’ll look for him there,” Amelia said.

“The old stables?” Charlotte asked as Amelia led her around the big stone building that housed most of the horses.

“Yes, it’s very old. They say it dates back to 13th Century,” Amelia said. “We keep the plow horses there, but they’ll be out working the fields today. I can’t think what Mr. Dawkins would be doing there.”

The low-slung building was now in view and looked as quiet and deserted as the main stables had. The doors were open, and Amelia and Charlotte entered the building and paused to let their eyes adjust to the gloom inside.

Rows of wooden stalls lined one side of the building. It was silent, except for an odd moaning sound issuing from the far end of the structure. Amelia was about to call out, when Charlotte put her hand on her arm.

“Shhhh,” Charlotte hissed. Then she beckoned to Amelia to follow her.

Charlotte walked quietly down the row of stalls, pausing to peer into each one. At the second to last stall she stopped peered in. Then pulled back. She put out a hand, cautioning Amelia to be silent. The moaning sound was louder now.

Charlotte took Amelia’s hand and led her into the stall just before the one occupied by whoever was making the noise. There were gaps between the boards separating the two stalls and Charlotte bent forward so that she could peek through them. Then she motioned Amelia to come forward also.

Amelia knelt just below Charlotte and brought her eye to the gap. She found herself staring at the upturned buttocks of an unidentified female. Her legs were spread wide, her skirts were pulled up, and between her legs was Mr. Dawkins, his head bobbing as he ministered to her wet and glistening cunny. His trousers were unbuttoned and his hand was busy between his own legs.

Amelia immediately felt the wetness in her own cleft.

“Oh, Mr. Dawkins,” the bent over woman moaned, and by her voice Amelia recognized her as Annie, the chamber maid.

Amelia could feel her cousin’s breath on her cheek next to her. Mr. Dawkins stood up revealing a thick, but short appendage that he stroked with his right hand. Amelia stared at it in amazement. She had never seen a man’s sex before.

“Take note,” Charlotte whispered in her ear, and her breath against Amelia’s neck sent a little shiver down her back.

Amelia leaned back just slightly so that she could feel the swell of her cousin’s breasts against her back. Mr. Dawkins shuffled forward and placed the tip of his thick rod at the opening of the chamber maid’s dripping hole.

Annie groaned and spread her legs a bit wider. Amelia could feel her own juices welling at the entrance to her cunny. She squirmed, wanting to hike up her skirts and rub her little button. Charlotte pressed herself into Amelia’s back, reached around and cupped the younger girl’s small breast, stroking it lightly through the cloth of her dress. Amelia’s nipples tighten and her cousin’s touch sent another shiver down her spine.

Mr. Dawkins pushed his hips forward, parting Annie’s labia, but his thick tool would not go in. Annie reached back, spreading her self as wide as she could with her hands. She pressed back toward Mr. Dawkins. Slowly her opening widened and Mr. Dawkins slid in.

Annie let out a long, low moan and Mr. Dawkins gasped. They stood still like that for a moment and then Mr. Dawkins began to move his hips slowly back and forth. Amelia’s breath was coming fast and her heart was beating so loud she was afraid the couple in the next stall might hear it. She could feel a dribble of wetness running down her inner thigh. She didn’t think she’d ever felt so excited.

Charlotte slipped her hand inside the top of Amelia’s dress and caught one of her nipples between her fingers. Amelia ground her hips and buttocks back into her cousin and let a small sigh escape her lips.

Mr. Dawkins was thrusting steadily now, and Annie was moaning and crying out with each thrust. Amelia could see her juices glistening on Mr. Dawkins’s member. Some dripped from her, onto the dusty floor of the unused stall.

Charlotte reached forward, pressing her right hand on Amelia’s now aching crotch. Amelia pressed back rubbing her sensitive button against her cousin’s hand. Then she reached back and pressed her own hand hard against Charlotte’s crotch. Charlotte sighed into her ear, kissed her neck and pressed back with her hips.

Mr. Dawkins was moving faster now and his breathing had increased. He grunted and sighed with each thrust. Annie moaned loudly, pushing back to meet Dawkins’s thick cork. Suddenly Annie arched her back and cried out. Through the crack, Amelia could see her anus contracting as the spasms of her climax rolled over her. It was too much for Mr. Dawkins, he gave three quick thrusts and went ridged, like a man standing up in his stirrups. Amelia could see his thick member pulsing and a white liquid seeped out from around it and dripped onto the ground.

The pulsing of Dawkins rod seemed to drive Annie into new spasms of pleasure and she cried out again, her legs shaking. Dawkins’s knees buckled, but he manfully kept his sword sheathed in Annie’s cunny until she too went slack. Then he slowly withdrew from her. Behind his rod a thick clot of white seaman poured from Annie’s now gaping hole.

Amelia watched in fascination as Dawkins squeezed the last of seaman out of his now much shrunken member. Annie stood up, and holding her skirts high, she squatted in a corner of the stall and let the remainder of Dawkins’s seed drip from her. Then she let go a long stream of piss into the old dry hay that covered the floor.

Amelia was dying, she found that she wanted Mr. Dawkins’s member, anyone’s member, between her legs. Her thighs were slick with her juices. Good as Charlotte’s hand felt, being touched through her dress just wasn’t enough.

“Come, we must be getting back to work,” Mr. Dawkins said, tucking his now flaccid, and much shrunken, member into his trousers.

Annie smoothed her skirts and they left the stall. The two girls stood still, pressed into each other until they heard the creak of the main door. Then Amelia stood and turned into Charlottes arms. Charlotte pressed her lips to Amelia’s and her tongue slipped between her lips. Amelia moaned as Charlotte’s tongue explored her mouth.

Amelia pulled away and then gave a little shriek. There standing the door of the stall was the stable boy, Bob. He was leering at the two girls and rubbing the front of his breeches, which were tenting out under the strain of his ridged poker.

Charlotte turned and calmly surveyed the stable boy.

“What do you want?” she asked casually.

“A bit of a roll in the hay,” Bob replied.

“I think not,” Charlotte said.

“I seen ya kissing. I’ll tell,” Bob said.

“Tell who?” Charlotte asked.

“Everyone. ‘is Lordship.”

“Show me what you’ve got.” Charlotte said to Amelia’s surprise.

“I want her,” Bob said, pointing at Amelia. He was rubbing his pole through his trousers.

Amelia almost laughed. Despite the juices soaking her pantalets the thought of letting pimply-faced Bob anywhere near her was repugnant.

“You’ll have me or nothing,” Charlotte said to Amelia’s surprise, and relief.

Bob looked from one to the other of them. “Ok,” he said. It came out sort of breathy like he’d been running a long distance.

Charlotte sat down on an old trough and hiked up her skirts. She opened her pantalets, which looked as damp as Amelia’s felt, exposing her red thatch and her wet and swollen labia.

Bob’s mouth dropped open at the sight.

“Let’s see it then,” Charlotte said.

Bob fumbled with his trousers. He appeared to be all thumbs, as if he’d never had to undo his breeches before. Finally he got them open and his manhood sprang out. It wasn’t as thick and Mr. Dawkin’s, but it was longer. It stood almost straight up. Amelia stared in fascination. It looked so different from a horse cock. It was red to the point of looking painful and it pulsed as if it had a life of it’s own. She wanted to touch it, but she didn’t dare. Instead she stood rooted to stable floor devouring Bob’s sex with her eyes. The aching of her own sex had reached a new level and she could hardly stand it.

“Well? Are you man enough to use that thing?” Charlotte asked.

Amelia saw Bob swallow hard. Then he nodded.

“Common then,” Charlotte said, beckoning him over with her finger.

Bob shuffled toward her his breeches caught about his ankles. Amelia couldn’t believe that Charlotte was doing this. She felt a river of desire running down her thighs. Throwing caution to the wind, she hiked up her own skirts until she could reach inside her pantalets and feel the damp, distressed area between her legs. Her finger found the little button that Charlotte had shown her the night before. The moment her finger touched it she felt a shock of pleasure. She sighed.

Bob paused and looked over at her and his eyes widened. She could hear his horse breathing coming in short gasps. She didn’t care what he saw, her finger circling her clit felt so good. Her own heart was beating so hard she thought it might burst of out her ribcage.

Charlotte stroked her clit as Bob managed to get himself between her knees. With her free hand she reached out and took ahold of his cock. She squeezed it gently. Bob gasped and his hips thrust forward. Charlotte smiled.

Amelia could feel the tightening in her abdomen and new that she was close. With her free hand she stroked her labia feeling the slick wetness and then she slid one finger into her hungry gash. She moaned with pleasure and Bob glanced at her again, his eyes greedy.

Charlotte stroked Bob’s hard, red manhood a few times and then guided him toward her glistening entrance. As the head of his cock approached her, she slid her hand back cupping his tight sack and gently massaging his testicles.

Bob groaned. Suddenly he tensed and threw back his head and arched his back. His cock twitched before Amelia’s eyes and great gout of white fluid shot from the end and landed on Charlotte’s thick bush. The sight of Bob’s ejaculation, the tangible manifestation of his climax, drover Amelia over the edge and she felt the first tide of her own climax start to roll over her. Her muscles tensed and a great, warmth enveloped her. Her vagina pulsed and spasmed around her fingers and a warm trickle ran down her hand. Her own back arched and then she gasped and buckled forward as the main wave of her orgasm hit her. Her legs shook, but her eyes were glued to Bobs pulsing manhood. She could hear her own mewling sounds of pleasure as if from far away.

As she rocked with her climax, Bob cried out as another geyser of fluid jetted from his throbbing cock and splashed onto Charlotte’s creamy thigh. It hung there like clotted cream. Charlotte stroked him gently and slowly as he pumped the rest of his seed out onto her thighs and the floor, his hips thrusting with each stroke. His head was thrown back his eyes closed his face twisted in a grimace of pleasure.

Finally he buckled and he slumped forward onto his knees. Charlotte squeezed the last of his seed from him and then licked it from her hand. Then she sat up and wiped the clots of sperm from her thighs, licked her fingers clean and flounced her skirts out.

“Amelia, come over here. I have another lesson for you,” Charlotte said.

Amelia let her skirts fall and she approached Bob and Charlotte.

Charlotte pushed Bob back until he was lying flat on the floor. She knelt beside him and motioned for Amelia to do the same.

“This,” she said, picking up Bob’s now flaccid member, “Is a man’s penis. Some people also call it a poker, staff, cork, prong, dick, nob or cock.”

Amelia stared at Bob’s cock laying in a thick tangle of blondish reddish hair.

“This is the shaft,” Charlotte said, gently picking up Bob’s cock. “And below are the testicles, also called balls or some might say jewels. They’re contained in this sack, called the scrotum. This is where the seed is produced. This area is also very sensitive, don’t squeeze it hard or it will hurt.”

Bob groaned and his penis stirred in Charlotte’s hand.

Still cupping his balls in one hand Charlotte extended Bob’s shaft. “At the top of the shaft is the foreskin, this loose floppy skin here.”

Bob’s cock twitched in Charlotte’s hand and seemed to swell a bit.

“Oh, this is good,” Charlotte said. She played with Bob’s balls a bit and then moved her hand up and down his shaft. Slowly, to Amelia’s amazement, Bob’s poker began to twitch and swell, growing longer and thicker before her eyes. It was as if it had a life of it’s own.

“Now he’s erect and ready to enter a vagina,” Charlotte said. “See, here at the top, how the foreskins is pulling back? If you roll it back you can see the glans. This is the most sensitive part of he penis.” Charlotte continued to gently stroke Bob’s cock, which continued grow until it seemed to be trying to escape the constraints of its own skin.

“At the end of the penis there’s a slit. This is the end of the urethra. Both urine and sperm leave the body from this point,” Charlotte continued.

Bob moaned and his hips began to move to meet Charlotte’s strokes.

“You can also stimulate the penis with your mouth.” With this Charlotte bent over and took Bob’s cock into her mouth.

Bob’s eyes opened wide and he gasped.

Charlotte slowly took more of Bob into her mouth and then slowly brought her head back up.

Bob closed his eyes and a look of bliss on his face.

Charlotte continued to bob her head up and down on Bob’s staff. Amelia could feel the wetness gathering between her thighs again as she watched the pleasure on Bob’s face. With a pop, Charlotte lifted her mouth away.

She hiked up her skirts again and squatted over Bob’s twitching rod. “Now watch carefully so that you see how this is done.”

She reached out and took ahold of Bob’s manhood.

“You’ll have to guide the man in, they aren’t always good at finding their own way,” Charlotte said.

Slowly she lowered herself on the Bob’s ridged pike, burying it up the hilt in her wet cave. Amelia stared in utter amazement as the entire length of Bob’s cock entered her cousin.

Charlotte let out a soft moan as she impaled herself. Then she just sat there still for a moment, eyes closed. She opened her eyes and looked right at Amelia.

“Oh, that feels so good. Now, watch closely. I want you to see every detail.”

Amelia moved so that she could see Charlotte’s red thatch and the root of Bob’s sex buried deep inside it. Slowly Charlotte began to move up and down on Bob’s dick.

Bob groaned.

Charlotte’s breath was coming in short gasps as she rode up and down. Amelia could see her thick juices gathering on Bob’s rod and pooling in his pubic hair.

“Come, look from behind,” Charlotte said between gasps. Amelia lifted Charlotte’s skirts and Charlotte bent forward over Bob exposing her pink anus to Amelia’s view. Her sex was wet and Bob’s cock was sliding slowly in and out making a squelching, slurping sound. Amelia’s own sex was throbbing and wet again. She reached inside her skirts and found her own wet opening. She slipped a finger inside feeling the warmth of her canal around her finger.

“Watch his testicles, when they start to tighten he’ll be ready to shoot,” Charlotte said.

Amelia stared at Bob’s balls as Charlotte moved up and down, moaning and mewing. Amelia’s own breath was fast and her heart beat loud. Her finger felt good in her vagina, but she wanted something bigger. She moved a second finger into her wet tunnel.

Bob began to pant like a dog.

“Oh Lord, oh God,” he moaned.

Amelia saw his scrotum tightening.

“He’s getting ready,” she said.

Charlotte began to move a bit faster. She was making little moaning sounds with each thrust. Her pleasure was making Amelia very hot. Then, suddenly, Charlotte stopped and let out a long moan and her body began to shake. Amelia saw her cousin’s anus contract and spasm and knew that she had reached her climax. She couldn’t help herself she reach out and cupped Bob’s testicles at the same moment.

Bob cried out, a guttural, animal sound and she could see his member start to pulse in Charlotte’s fancy bit. The sight of his cock shooting seed into her cousin was too much for Amelia and she felt the hot wave of pleasure envelop her. She gasped and moaned as she watched a thick dribble of seaman oozed out and down the side of Bob’s cock. Even in the throws of pleasure she kept her eyes on the action in front of her.

Charlotte let out another moan, her anus twitched again. Slowly she moved her hips back and forth, more of a rocking motion than a thrusting motion, moaning softly. Then they were both still, breathing hard.

Fascinated, Amelia watch as Bob’s member wilted and slid out of Charlotte’s thatch, it was followed by a small flood of seaman.

“Oh,” Amelia said. The exclamation came out unbidden.

Charlotte stayed poised above Bob for a few minutes letting his seed leave her body. Then she stood up, rearranged her pantalets and smoothed her skirts.

“Now you’ve had what you wanted and more than you deserve,” She said to Bob. “No more threatening people, do you hear?”

Bob nodded. He looked completely spent, as if he might have trouble standing up.

“Come along Amelia, we need to get some horses,” she said holding out her hand to Amelia. Amelia let her skirts fall and placed one still sticky hand in Charlotte’s.

The two girls left the old stable and made their way back.

“I can’t believe you let him,” Amelia said.

“Watching Mr. Dawkins made me very wet,” Charlotte answered.

“But aren’t you worried about a baby?” Amelia asked.

“There are ways of dealing with that.”

“Like what?”

“Well, before hand, if you know you’re going to do it, you can put a sponge soaked in vinegar in your tunnel, or a lemon if you have one. Afterward you can douche with vinegar. That’s when you squirt vinegar up into your vagina. There are other methods, but those are the best I know.”

By now they’d reached the stables again. They found Mr. Dawkins in his office. He was in a wonderful mood. Amelia found it hard to look at him without imaging his short thick manhood, but somehow she managed to convey their needs. He helped them find a nice mare for Charlotte and soon they were trotting out of the stable yard.

“Where shall we go?” Charlotte asked as they started along the track that led up on to the downs.

Amelia thought for a moment. She wanted to see Tatam O’Leary again. There was a nice little copse of trees at the top of the hill where she’d last seen him. Perhaps he would still be working on the fence. They would be able to see from there without being seen.

“Come on we’ll go up on the downs,” she said and taped Splendor lightly with her crop. They moved to a canter and Charlotte followed on the mare. They rode up the track and up onto the downs. The sun was bright, and the sky was a brilliant blue with small white clouds.

Amelia led the way to the copse of trees. There she dismounted. Charlotte slid down from her horse also. Amelia tied Splendor’s reins to a small sapling and Charlotte followed suit.

“Why are we stopping” Charlotte asked.

“I want to show you something,” Amelia said.

She led her cousin through the stand of trees until they were looking down the hill toward the freeholds below. From here you could see the rolling fields and woods laid out under a blue sky.

Amelia was pleased to see that Tatam was there working away in the heat of the sun, his shirt off. She could feel the now familiar moistening between her legs at the sight of him.

“Oh, isn’t that beautiful.” Cousin Charlotte said.

Amelia glanced at her to make sure she was appreciating the correct view. Charlotte smiled at her.

“My dream from last night,” Amelia said.

“That was a good dream,” Charlotte said.

Amelia nodded. She was feeling hot and sticky.

“Is that what you desire?” Charlotte asked.

Amelia looked at her. “Yes, but not what I’m supposed to have.”

Charlotte laughed. “Supposed to doesn’t matter. Here, I have an idea come with me.”

Charlotte led the way back through the trees to where the horses were. She untied Splendor and gave him a quick, hard slap on the rump. Startled, the horse whined and shot into the trees.

“What…” Amelia started to say, but Charlotte cut her off.

“Run, get him!”

Amelia picked up her skirts and ran through the trees. A branch whipped her the face and twigs tore at her dress.

“Splendor!” she cried.

A moment later she burst out into the sunlight of the field. The horse was well down the pasture. She’d never catch him. Then she saw Tatam running after the horse. She started down the field after them both.

Splendor slowed and she saw Tatam approach him. The big horse stopped and Tatam walked up to him, stroked his nose and took him by the bridle.

Amelia stopped and watched as Tatam turned and started toward her leading Splendor behind him. Amelia waited for them. It was hot in the sun. He came toward her, broad shoulders and thick arms. She stared at him. When he was close he smiled, his teeth white against the brown of his face.

Amelia suddenly felt light-headed and a bit wobbly in the knees.

“Lost your horse?” Tatam asked coming up to her.

“Yes.” Her voice sounded all rushes and reeds in her ears. He smelled of lemon, sweat and sun. There was something about his presence, it made all of the blood rush from her head to her groin. She felt faint and excited.

“Oh, I think I’m going to faint,” She managed.

Tatam caught her, a strong arm around her waist.

“It’s the heat,” he said. “Come let’s get you in the shade.”

With an arm about her waist he led the horse up the hill to the stand of trees. Amelia leaned into him, feeling his hard body, all angles and plains, so different from hers or Charlotte’s. He led her in under the cool green of the canopy to a tiny glade in the middle of the trees. There she sank to the ground while he tied Splendor near by.

Amelia glanced around wondering where Charlotte had gotten to, but saw no sign of her.

“Did you fall off your horse?” Tatam asked coming over to her.

She shook her head.

He knelt beside her, looking at her with concern. “You alright?”

Amelia stared at him. Slowly she reached out and touched the muscles of his shoulder. His skin was soft, but his muscles felt like rock. He watched her with a puzzled and slightly guarded look on his face. She reached up and touched his cheek. It was rough with stubble. She wanted him down to her core. She could feel the heat pulsing between her legs, the wetness soaking her pantalets again. Her breath was quick and short and her heart beat fast.

She let her hand trail down his neck to his chest. He was warm under her touch. She got tangled in the hair of his chest for a moment, but followed the path of it down along his taught stomach past his navel to where it disappeared into his trousers.

She looked up at him and then pulled, releasing the first button.

“M’lady…,” he started, but she leaned into him.

“Shhhhhh,” she said and covered his mouth with hers. She opened her mouth and his tongue slipped inside, arousing her more. She pulled on the waist of his breeches and felt another button let go and then another.

She moaned into Tatam’s mouth and let her hand slip inside his trousers. His pike was stiff and warm to her touch. She was running a scalding river between her thighs. She wanted him inside her. The realization would have shocked her just a few days ago, but now she didn’t care, her vagina was hungry.

Tatam gasped when she touched him.

She circled his cock with her fingers and stroked him gently. He moaned into her mouth. Amelia pushed him back into the grass that carpeted the glade. She turned and looked at his manhood poking up out of thick dark curls, tall and proud. It wasn’t as red as Bob’s and not as long, but it had a nice shape. She remembered how Charlotte had taken Bob into her mouth. She bent over Tatam’s pulsing rod. She could smell him, a thick, sweaty smell, but good. She leaned in closer and kissed the head of his cock, which was just peeking out from his foreskin.

Tatam gasped.

She glanced up at him. He was up on his elbows staring at her, a look of utter amazement on his face.

Amelia pulled his foreskin back exposing the helmet of his cock. Then, still looking him in the eye, she slipped the head into her mouth.

Tatam sighed and closed his eyes for a moment.

Very slowly she slid more of his rod into her mouth. Enveloping as much of him as possible. He was hard and soft in her mouth at the same time. Slowly she came back up until just the head of his cock was in her mouth. She let her tongue circle the head, keeping it inside her mouth.

Tatam groaned.

She released him for a moment and wiggled his trousers down a bit further. He lifted his hips to help her. Then, straddling his legs, she bent over him again, taking him in her mouth. With her left hand she gripped the base of his cock and let her right hand slide down cupping his balls.

Tatam’s hip thrust up toward her a bit as she massaged his testicles. He was breathing hard and fast.

Amelia found that she was breathing hard also. She could feel her juices running down her thighs. She was filled with a feeling of hot exhilaration. She’d never felt like this before. She worked her mouth up and down his shaft, stopping now and then to play with the head of his cock. All the while she watched the bliss on his face. It made her feel good that she could deliver such pleasure.

She wanted that intimate moment of release, she wanted to push him over the edge. She wanted to see the look on his face and hear his cries. She wanted to taste his essence in her mouth. She began to move her left hand up and down his shaft as she concentrated her mouth on the head of his cock.

He was panting now and thrusting his hips to her rhythm. She slid one finger down tracing the line between his balls and his anus until her finger found that intimate opening. She circled it once and then pressed her finger in, not enough to penetrate, but just enough for him to feel the pressure.

Tatam gasped and his hips thrust forward and she knew he’d reached his climax. She could feel his cock expand and then the first flood of warm seed squirted into her mouth.

Tatam cried out and she watched his face twist into a grimace of pleasure.

She swallowed quickly knowing there would be more to come. It was thicker and harder to swallow than she’d anticipate, but she managed to get it down. She was just in time. She felt his cock spasm again as he ejaculated an even bigger load. His hips thrust with each spasm. She swallowed again, but the next spurt came even faster and some of his seed leaked out from around her mouth and slid down his shaft. She swallowed hard again, just as she felt the next spasm. It tasted salty, not terrible, a bit like oysters.

Slowly his thrusting subsided along with his moans. Amelia continued to suck on him until he was completely dry. Only when she felt his cock begin to go limp did she release it and let it fall from her mouth.

They stared at each other for a moment. Then she stood up and began to remove her dress. Tatam stared at her wide-eyed and she undid the buttons and removed her dress and then her corset. It felt odd to be taking these things off in front of a man and out of doors, but that made it all the more exciting. Then slowly, a bit hesitantly, she stripped off her chemise, exposing her small, round breast to the open air.

Tatam watched her intently like a cat watching it’s prey. She saw his cock stir in its bed of curls and come to life at the sight of her bare chest. She looked down at him and ran her hands over her breasts, making sure to rub her nipples lightly as she went. It gave her a little shiver. Then she undid the tie to her pantalets and let them fall to the ground. She could smell the thick scent of her own arousal.

She stood there naked except for her stocking, garters and riding boots. She could feel the air on her skin. And, she could feel Tatam’s eyes drinking her in. She felt free and powerful.

She looked down at the boy laid out in the grass below her. His cock was hard again and standing at full attention. She stepped over him, knowing that he could see her most private place. It gave her a thrill. Then, imitating Charlotte she squatted down and took him in her hand. His cock was warm and throbbed slightly. She lowered herself a little more and ran the head of his cock against her pulsing sex.

“Ooooh,” she groaned. It felt so good, like nothing she’d ever experienced.

“Mmmmm,” Tatam responded.

Amelia slowly rubbed herself up and down Tatam’s hard shaft. All the while she watched the look of bliss on his face and listened to him moan. She loved this moment of control. Then she raised her hips a bit and very slowly allowed just the tip of his manhood to enter her. Her legs began to shake and she could feel the warm glow starting. Her juices were dripping onto her hand.

Very slowly she lowered her hips. He entered her, filling her a tiny bit at a time. It was an amazing feeling, nothing like having fingers inside her. He was so warm and so much larger. It almost hurt, but in a good way. She gasped and heard him do the same.

Amelia dropped to her knees so that she was leaning over Tatam. She pressed her breasts against him feeling the hardness of his chest against hers. She leaned in and kissed him. Their tongues danced together for a minute before she pulled back. Very slowly she moved her hips forward, feeling Tatam’s cock slide out of her. The slow emptying made her crave that full feeling he’d given her and she moved back impaling herself on him again.

Aahhhhh, she moaned.

Tatam stared up at her, his breathing raged.

She began to move deliberately now, thrusting back and forth with her hips and Tatam moved to meet her thrusts. A warmth began to build in her, an inexplicable feeling of pleasure that seemed to fill her as much as Tatam filled her vagina. She found that she was gasping with each thrust, her juices making a smacking, slurping sound as she moved.

Suddenly, Tatam sat up. Gently he pushed her back so that she was lying on the ground and he was positioned over her. He began to thrust into her with a more concerted motion in this new position. Hungrily, she spread her legs wide to give him full access.

His thrusting was driving her crazy and she could feel her muscle starting to tighten, signaling the approach of her climax.

Tatam was grunting a little now with each thrust.

She wrapped her legs around him feeling the taught muscles in his back.

“Oooooo,” she moaned as she met his thrusts. The warmth in her belly was starting to spread.

“Oh,” Tatam said and his thrusting began to quicken. He bent forward clutching her to him, the muscles of his chest crushing her breasts.

“Oh Lord,” Amelia breathed into his ear. His smell, his closeness, the friction of their coupling was so intense.

And then it hit her. She felt her muscles tighten and clench and her vagina began to spasm.

“Ooooooohhhh, God!” she cried out. Her body started to shake. She could feel herself gripping Tatam’s cock with her nether muscles.

“Oh, oh, oooohhhh,” Tatam groaned and went ridge. He seemed to swell inside her and then she felt him release a warm flood of seed deep in her pulsing canal.

“Ahhhhhhh!!” she cried. The feeling of him flooding her sent her into new spasms of ecstasy. She clung to him and she could feel him shaking in the paroxysm of his own climax as more seed flooded into her. Her body contracted around his cock and she shook with the power of her climax.

Reflexively, his body jerked on top of her and he grunted as he pumped more of his seed into her fresh young tunnel.

His release was so wet and warm that Amelia moaned into his neck as she shook, her body clenching and unclenching. She could feel a little seed running down her crack and over her pulsing anus.

Slowly her climax subsided and she felt her body go limp with the release. Tatam lay slack and breathing hard on top of her, still buried inside her. His weight felt warm and pleasant. He raised himself a bit, turning his head so that he could kiss her neck. It felt comforting and she hugged him to her.

She could feel his cock shrinking inside her and becoming soft. She shifted her hips and felt him slid out of her followed by a small gush of his seed. He slid to the one side, still holding her close. She turned into him and they kissed, slowly and languidly.

She could hear the birds singing and the soft sounds of Splendor pulling up grass near by. She opened her mouth and let him explore her with his tongue. He ran his hand over her body, cupping her buttocks and squeezing lightly, pulling her to him. She could feel his cock stirring again and her heart began to beat a bit faster.

She reached down and took his slick sex in her hand and felt him pulse and grow.

“Are ye keen to go again?” he asked looking at her.

Amelia laughed. “Yes. That was wonderful.”

“Aye, it was that,” Tatam said. “Oh.”

This last exclamation came as she maneuvered his swollen rod into her vagina again. Amelia sighed as he entered her. Filling her up.

They stared into each other’s eyes as he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth. She lifted one leg to give him better access, draping it over him. She was sopping wet and he slid in and out easily.

She sighed and pressed her lips to his and moved to meet his slow thrusts. It was languidly arousing. She could feel herself responding to him a step at a time, the ache in her groin, her nipples tightening, her juices beginning to flow more freely. She pressed herself against Tatam grinding her pubs against his to stimulate her clitoris. She was rewarded by a little shock. She felt warm and achy between her legs.

Tatam began to move a little faster and Amelia could feel the warmth building in her abdomen.

“Ohhh,” she moaned into Tatam’s neck.

“Mmmmm,” he responded.

It was more of a rocking motion than a thrusting motion, but he was rubbing against something insider that felt wonderful. The tension was starting to build and she new she would climax soon.

“Oh, don’t stop,” she breathed into his ear.

He was panting and moaning also.

“It’s coming,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

The tension was almost unbearable now. She pushed back against him bucking a little with each rocking thrust. It swept over her like a soft, warm wave, different from the first one. She froze and Tatam pushed himself in deep, but kept rocking. She could feel her vagina pulsing around his ridged member.

“Oh, oh, oh,”

She clung to him like a raft in a fast moving stream, until the spasms began to subside. Tatam continued to rock into her and she lay beneath him enjoying the feel of him buried inside her. But she knew he hadn’t finished. She lay there letting him rock into her slowly, listening to his breathing and basking in the hardness of him inside her.

Suddenly Amelia had an odd feeling of being watch. Nervously she looked around. There was a figure shrouded by shadows at the edge of the glade. She caught her breath and stiffened. Tatam looked down at her and then followed her gaze. He stopped moving. They both stared, stricken at the figure. As if sensing they’d been seen the person came forward into the glade. It was Charlotte. Amelia sighed with relief.

“Oh it’s only Charlotte,” she said to Tatam.

The color was high in Charlotte’s cheeks and one hand was thrust into the blouse of her dress clearly massaging her own breast.

“Don’t stop,” Charlotte said, her voice hoarse and thick.

Tatam didn’t move or respond. Amelia pushed on his chest, forcing him to roll onto his back, but she kept him firmly implanted inside her.

Charlotte came close, hiked up her skirt and sank to the ground. Her red bush was dark with the wetness of her desire. Amelia could clearly see her hungry hole and the moister gather at its entrance. Charlotte opened the blouse to expose one of her ample breasts, its nipple pink and swollen. She slipped her other hand between her legs, her finger circling her pleasure button. She groaned.

Amelia glanced down at Tatam, but he was staring at Charlotte in amazement. Having Charlotte there watching and Tatam watching her, made Amelia feel randy again. Very slowly she began to move up and down on top of him. She lifted her hips until she knew that just the tip of his rod was inside her and then just as slowly she lowered herself again.

Tatam moaned, but his eyes were still glued to Charlotte’s exposed sex.

Charlotte, for her part, was staring at Tatam’s cock sliding in out of her cousin’s young purse. Her finger was moving faster over her clit and every once in a while she would slid her hand down to explore her dripping cave. A little mewling sound escaped her now and then.

Amelia was aware that Tatam’s breathing was picking up, but she kept her pace slow and steady. The whole scene was making her feel hot and tight again. She could feel the wetness between her legs increasing.

Charlotte had spread her legs wide and was sliding her fingers in and out of her wet tunnel. They made a titillating slurping sound, and Amelia stared at the juices running down over her cousins little rosebud of an anus. She wanted to lean over and run her tongue around that hole and taste that sweet honey, but she wanted to pleasure Tatam even more. Instead she leaned back so that Tatam’s ridged manhood pushed against the front on her vagina. She cupped her breast and began to move a little faster.

Tatam looked up at her. He was panting like a dog on a hot day and thrusting his hips to meet hers.

Charlotte moaned deeply as she worked her fingers in and out, her eyes never leaving the heaving bodies in front of her.

Tatam reached out and put his hands on Amelia’s hips and began to meet her thrusts with more determination. She could see a flush starting on his chest and neck. He felt hard and hot inside her. Her snatch ached and pulsed from the friction of his cock.

“Ooooh,” she moaned.

Tatam responded with a groan of pleasure.

Charlottes was thrusting hard now, her hips bucking. Suddenly she froze as if turned to stone. Her eyes widened and her body curled forward. A gasping sort of scream broke from her as if forced out from somewhere deep inside. Amelia could see her anus spasm and a gush of juices forced its way out around her fingers. Charlotte’s body shook and convulsed in the throes of pleasure. Now Amelia could see her cousin’s labia majora pulsing along with her anus, which opened and close like a fish’s mouth. Charlotte continued to cry out as wave after wave of her orgasm swept over her. Finally her paroxysms slowly subsided and she collapsed backward on to her elbows.

Amelia and Tatam were so swept up in Charlotte’s pleasure that they had slowed their own thrusting. Now Amelia began to move again with more purpose, her cousin’s pleasure intensifying the need building in her pelvis.

Charlotte raised her sticky wet hand to her nose and then licked her fingers carefully. Then she sat up and crawled over the couple locked together before her. As Amelia thrust up and down on Tatam’s now pulsing tool, Charlotte reached down between his legs, cupping his testicles in her hand. His eyes widened.

“Oooooh,” Tatam groaned and for moment Amelia thought he’d reached climax, but he kept thrusting.

Charlotte placed her other hand on Amelia flat stomach and ran her fingers into the other girls dark curls until her finger found her pleasure button. Amelia gasped and arched her back, increasing the pressure on Tatam’s throbbing cock.

Tatam groaned again and Amelia ground her sex down hard against him. She wanted him deep, as deep as he could go. The pressure and ache in her belly was almost unbearable now. She closed her eyes concentrating on the feeling. Willing herself forward to her conclusion.

“Ahhh!” Tatam cried out. Charlotte had let a finger stray to his tense nether hole and it was too much. He gasped and thrust upward. Amelia felt him flood her with his hot seed, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her. The feeling drove her over the edge, her muscles clamped and spasmed, throwing her forward onto Tatam’s broad chest. The pleasure was so great that she could feel her legs shaking uncontrollably. Voiceless little animal sounds escape from deep in her chest.

“Unh, unh, unh.”

Tatam clutched her to him as they shook together in that moment of bliss. Slowly their spasms and shaking subsided and Amelia rolled spent, but glowing, into the grass. She could feel Tatam’s seed spilling out of her. She reached out and took his hand. It was hard and warm in hers. He squeezed her hand firmly.

Charlotte, who was still crouched next to Tatam, bent forward and took his limp member in her mouth and sucked him clean. His sex stirred, but did not rise. Next Charlotte crawled over to where Amelia lay with her legs splayed apart. She knelt between Amelia’s creamy thighs. First she licked her cousin clean from anus to clit. Then she sucked and licked Tatam’s seed from Amelia’s wet tunnel. Charlotte’s ministrations were almost too much and Amelia could feel the first tingling of arousal.

She glanced over at Tatam who was up on one elbow watching Charlotte work. His member had stiffened to half-mast.

“No more for today,” Charlotte said. She stood. “We’ve got to get you back home and cleaned up.”

She reached down and helped Amelia to her feet. Tatam watched them as they dressed, but made no move to rise. When she was dressed, Amelia knelt by him, leaned over and kissed him deeply. He smiled up at her.

“Will I see you again M’lady,” he asked.

Amelia reached down and stroked his stiffening manhood and smiled back.

“I better,” she replied.

Then she turned and mounted Splendor and she and Charlotte started for home.

Back at the manor Charlotte called for hot water and then she stripped Amelia down and helped her into the tub. The warm water felt wonderfully soothing. Charlotte removed her own clothes and then using a pitcher she wetted down Amelia’s long tresses. Once Amelia’s hair was washed she gently washed her body lifting her arms and legs and spending a little extra time between her sticky thighs. It was so tender and loving that, to her amazement, Amelia began to feel a bit aroused.

When Amelia was thoroughly cleansed, Charlotte helped her out of the tub. She then she had her squat over the chamber pot. She produced a curious contraption that she filled with a vinegar mixture. Then she reached down and gently parted Amelia’s labia and inserted one end of the apparatus into Amelia’s vagina. Slowly she squeezed the vinegar mixture into her. It was an odd feeling. Much of the douche ran out into the pot.

“That’s not the best method,” Charlotte said. “But it will have to do. Next time we should make sure you have a sponge to insert.

She pulled the hose out and let the last of the mixture pour out of Amelia into the pot. Then she gently patted her dry, finishing with a light kiss on her clit that sent a little bolt of pleasure up the girl’s spine. Once Charlotte had bathed, they dressed and went down to dinner.

“I wish you could stay on as my governess,” Amelia said to Charlotte as the descended the stairs.

Charlotte squeezed her arm. “I would like that too,” She said.

At dinner Amelia watched as her stepfather and Charlotte talked. She hadn’t seen him so animated since her mother had died. It planted a seed in her mind that began to germinate throughout the meal.

After dinner, her father retired to his study and she and Charlotte went up to the library.

“I’ve never seen Papa so happy,” She said.

“No? The poor man must be starved for company in this big house. What on earth does he do with his time?”

“Oh, he stays busy running the estate, but I think he misses having a woman around to talk with.”

Charlotte glanced at Amelia.

“What are you saying?” She asked.

“Nothing. Just that Papa’s not all that old.”

“No,” Charlotte said carefully.

“And he’s an attractive man…,” Amelia said and left the sentence hanging.

“Are you playing at match making?” Charlotte asked.

“You did say you wished you could stay on,” Amelia pointed out.

“I’d be your mother,” Charlotte noted.

“I couldn’t ask for a better replacement,” Amelia said smiling at her cousin.

Charlotte leaned in and gently kissed Amelia’s full lips.

“I like your plan. Your father would make a wonderful husband, but I can’t just throw myself at him.”

“No, but I have an idea,” Amelia said. “When I was sneaking about in his study once, I found a book full of illustrations of naked women. It has some stains on it. I didn’t understand then, but I think I do now.”

Charlotte nodded.

“He’s in his study now,” Amelia pointed out.

“And?”

“What if you walked in and caught him. You know.”

“But what if he’s just sitting there reading?”

“There’s a way to find out. Come on.” Amelia grabbed her cousin’s hand and led her out of the room.

At the end of the passage she led Charlotte through a door and down the back stairs. It was the servant’s area, but it was quiet at this time of the evening. Amelia led Charlotte down a flight of stairs and through a confusing number of twisting passages until they arrived at a door.

Here she stopped and put her eye to the keyhole. She had an excellent view of the room. Her stepfather was sitting at his desk, but with his chair pushed back. With one hand he was slowly flipping through the pages of a large book. From her vantage point Amelia could see that it was filled with pictures. His other hand was rubbing the front of his trousers, which were tented out.

Amelia had never thought of her stepfather in sexual way, but seeing him like that made her inside stir ever so slightly.

“Look,” she said, pulling Charlotte down beside her.

Charlotte put her eye to the keyhole.

“Oh that poor man. I wonder how long he’s been doing that? But I can’t just waltz in now, he’ll just shut the book and be embarrassed.”

“No, you need to wait until he exposes himself and then go in. Here let me see again”

Amelia put her eye to the keyhole once again. Her father had stopped at a particular page and was staring intently at the image, his hand slowly massaging his member through his trousers. The sight brought dampness to Amelia’s much used sex and she felt the now familiar glow in her belly. She could see her stepfather’s chest rising and falling as his breath became shallower and faster. She was afraid that he might finish without exposing himself, but just then he began to fumble with the front of his breeches. A moment later he’d freed his member. It stood erect and hard in his hand. He run his hand up the shaft, pausing at the head. He closed his eyes and his head tipped back.

“Ok,” Amelia hissed. “Go now!”

She stood, opened the door and pushed her cousin in. She did not fully close the door, leaving herself a better view through the slight opening.

“Oh!” she heard Charlotte say. Amelia couldn’t see much because her cousin was blocking her view.

“Good Lord!” she heard Lord Cosgrove exclaim in dismay.

“Oh no M’lord, don’t be embarrassed, it’s only natural. I mean with you being a widower and all. Let me help you,” Charlotte said advancing into the room.

She knelt quickly by his Lordship’s chair and removed his hands, which he’d covered himself with when she’d entered the room.

“Ooh, it’s beautiful,” she cooed.

She reached out and ran her hand up and down his shaft. Amelia saw her stepfather stiffen in his chair, a look of utter astonishment on his deeply flushed face.

Charlotte glanced at the open book on the desk.

“Why that girl looks like me,” she exclaimed. She looked at his Lordship who blushed a deeper shade of red, something Amelia did not think possible. “Were you thinking about me?”

His Lordship began to stammer something, but Charlotte cut him off. She pushed his chair back and brought her lips to his. She kissed him long and deep.

“I think your Lordship will find that my breasts are a bit larger than hers,” she said. Then she knelt between his legs and began to kiss the underside of his engorged shaft. His Lordship moaned and pressed himself back into his chair.

As she worked Charlotte’s hands were busy undoing his Lordship’s trousers. When she had them open she slowly engulfed the head of his member in her mouth as she stared up into his eyes. Very slowly she took in more and more of his shaft until her nose was pressed into the thick hair between his legs. Then ever so slowly Charlotte brought her head back up. He gasped and his head tipped back.

“Oh God,” the exclamation came out breathy.

Amelia could feel the wetness between her thighs now. She pressed her legs together, squeezing and un-squeezing. She wanted to touch herself so badly.

Charlotte was slowly engulfing his Lordships manhood again, her hand playing with his balls. She came up slowly and then kissed her way down his shaft. Then she took one of his balls into her mouth, all the while stroking his now slick member.

“Oooooh,” his Lordship groaned. “It’s been so long, I can’t hold back.” Charlotte released his testicles.

“That’s alright,” she said. She took him in her mouth again and began to move her head up and down rapidly. She cupped his balls in her hand, stroking them lightly.

“Oh, oh!” his Lordship exclaimed.

He began to thrust his hips to meet her mouth.

“I…I…can’t hold back!”

Charlotte quickened her pace.

“Oh Lord.”

Amelia watched as he went ridged for a moment, his hips thrust forward and his cock deep in Charlotte’s mouth.

“Mmmm,” Charlotte made a noise in her throat and Amelia knew that she’d felt the first pulsating squirt of her stepfather’s seed.

“Gaaaaahhhhh,” his Lordship gasped his hips relaxed and then thrust forward again. “Ahhhgggghh.”

Amelia could see that Charlotte was swallowing quickly now, desperately trying to keep pace with his ejaculations. Amelia herself could not hold back, she hiked up her skirts and thrust her fingers into her now dripping cunny.

His Lordship went stiff again and Amelia could see his thick juices running out around Charlotte’s mouth and down over his balls. Twice more he relaxed, tensed, and thrust into Charlotte’s willing mouth. Each time he made guttural animal sounds. Finally he relaxed and Charlotte swallowed the last of his seed. Then she carefully licked his balls clean.

His Lordship sat with his head still thrown back. Once she’d finished Charlotte slipped into his lap, snuggling close to him, her head tucked in hollow of his neck. They sat there like that for a bit.

“That was…beautiful,” Lord Cosgrove said after a few minutes.

Charlotte raised her head and looked at him. “We can do it again, and more.”

“No, I can’t,” his Lordship began, but Charlotte opened the blouse of her dress, exposing her breasts. He stared at them. She took his hand and placed on her left breast.

His Lordship stroked her breast almost absently until his fingers encountered her nipple. Charlotte sighed at his touch. He looked up at her and down at her breast. Carefully he pinched her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Charlotte sighed again, arching her back a bit.

His Lordship bent and kissed the swell of her breast and then took her nipple between his lips, sucking on it.

Charlotte moaned. Amelia ran her hand up her slit, gather moister and circled her engorged clit. She had to stifle the groan that rose in her throat.

Charlotte sat up straighter and shifted so that she was on one of Lord Cosgrove’s legs. This gave her access to his cock, which was still spent and flaccid from her earlier ministrations. She reached down and cupped his testicles in her hand, massaging them lightly. His Lordship’s member twitched and stretched a bit. Charlotte put her other hand on the back of his head, pressing him wantonly into her breast. She closed her eyes.

His Lordship’s hand fumbled for the hem of Charlotte’s skirt, pushing it up her leg until he could stroke the soft inside of her thigh.

“Why you’re all wet down here,” he exclaimed as his hand came into contact with her damp undergarments.

“That, my Lord, is all your doing,” Charlotte said.

His Lordship kissed her other breast and then began gently circling her small, pink nipple with his tongue.

Charlotte sighed.

Amelia watch as her stepfather’s cock stretched again until it stood up straight and proud.

Charlotte stood suddenly. His Lordship looked surprised, as if perhaps he erred in some way. But he quickly relaxed when Charlotte began to remove her dress. He watched her, stroking his manhood, as she freed herself from her confining clothes.

Charlotte took her time, pausing now and again to watch his hand, or to bend this way or that to give him a tantalizing hint of what was to come. Once she was naked in front of him she turned and bent over providing him with a full view of her wet entrance and her rosebud of an anus.

Amelia could see her stepfather’s chest rising and falling. He’d stopped stroking his shaft and was squeezing it in an almost frantic manner as if to keep it from going off.

Charlotte turned to face him giving him a full, unimpeded view of her nakedness. She’d loosed her hair, which fell about her shoulders and down her back in a great red cascade.

His Lordship stood suddenly and in one motion lifted her on to his desk. Then spreading her legs he knelt and began to minster to her private parts with his tongue. Charlotte opened her legs wide and gave a moan of appreciation.

Amelia’s hand was making a squishy sound as she worked her fingers in and out of her wet tunnel.

There was a soft step behind her and Amelia dropped her skirts and spun around. James, one of the footmen had come up the back stairs. He was on the younger side, perhaps in his twenties, with light hair and blue eyes. Not as hansom as Tatam, but attractive enough. He didn’t seem to notice her standing there, his eyes were glued to Charlotte’s naked body and his Lordship’s head bobbing between her creamy thighs.

He glanced at Amelia, “M’Lady?” His voice came out horse. Amelia could see his poker rising in his trousers.

“It’s alright, James,” Amelia said and she reached out and pressed her hand to the swelling between his legs. The footman’s eyes widened, but didn’t move away.

A moan from Charlotte distracted them both. His Lordship had slid a finger into her and was slowly moving it in and out they could both clearly see her juices glistening on his fingers.

“Oh yes, right there,” Charlotte said, her voice came out all breathy. Her back was arched and checks and chest were flushed. “Don’t stop.”

Amelia stroked the footman’s rod through his breeches. It felt large, larger than Tatam’s. Quickly she knelt and undid the buttons of James’s trousers, freeing his member to the open air. He sucked in his breath. His staff stood up straight, the foreskin rolled back from the head. It was a fine looking sight and for a moment Amelia contemplated taking him into her mouth, but she decided against it. Instead she stood and turned so that she was standing behind him, where she could keep an eye on the action in the study. She reached around the footman embracing him from behind, pressing her body to his. With one hand she cupped his balls and she wrapped the other around his shaft.

His member felt thick and hot to the touch and his balls weighed heavily in her hand. She began to stroke him slowly from base to head.

James groaned.

Amelia stared past him to where Charlotte had begun to thrust her hips in time to Lord Cosgrove’s fingers. Her soft moans of pleasure made Amelia’s heart beat faster. Her pantalets were becoming moist with her own desire.

Charlotte massaged her breast with her hand pinching her nipple. Her other hand was behind his Lordship head, pressing him into her thatch. Lord Cosgrove’s free hand was stroking his swollen cock in time to the thrusts of his other hand into Charlottes sopping cunny.

Amelia’s breathing was fast and shallow. She increased the speed of her hand on James’s cock and let the finger of her other hand stray back to his anus. She heard his sharp intake of breath at the touch. She let her finger tickle his back door and she was rewarded by an involuntary thrust of his hips.

“Oh, oh,” Charlotte moaned. “Oh, I’m so close.”

Lord Cosgrove let go of his visibly throbbing member and slid his finger into Charlotte little rose bud.

“Ahhhh,” whether it was the sound she made or seeing her anus penetrated Amelia didn’t know, but James gasped and she could feel his cock swell in her hand.

“Oh, it’s coming,” Charlotte said. “Oh.”

Amelia could see her toes curling.

“Ahhhhgggggggg,” Charlotte almost screamed as her orgasm hit her. Her eyes opened wide and Amelia could see her tight anus contract around her stepfather’s finger. A gush of liquid spurted from her vagina drenching Lord Cosgrove’s hand.

Amelia could feel James’s anus contract under her finger. The contraction caused her finger to slip inside his warm posterior. His member twitched in her hand as the first spurt of his seed jetted from his cock and spattered on the half open door. He grunted.

Charlotte curled forward as the second wave of pleasure swept over her. “Don’t stop, unnnnggghh,” she cried.

Lord Cosgrove’s tongue continued to dance over her clit and his fingers moved in her pulsing snatch.

James gasped again and his seed wetted Amelia’s hand as she continued to pump his shaft while pressing her finger firmly into his contracting nether hole.

“Ooooooh,” Charlotte moan again as another contraction hit her. She curled forward, eyes squeezed shut, panting hard.

Amelia could feel James’s contractions getting weaker as his orgasm subsided. He slumped against the wall and she let go of his member. Her hand was covered in his seed. She looked up at him and then licked his essence from her fingers.

Charlotte was making small whimpering sounds in the study as her own orgasm slowed and came to an end. She lay back on the desk breathing hard. Amelia’s stepfather rested his head on her thigh, his stiff tool still pulsing with need.

“Bravo, what a show,” said a low voice behind Amelia.

Amelia whipped around and found Annie, the chambermaid who she’d seen with Mr. Dawkins in the stables.

“I wonder what his Lordship would say if he knew what you’d been up to?” Annie said.

Amelia heart rose in her chest and she felt a moment of panic. Then the image of Dawkins’s member in Annie’s cunny came into her mind. She looked at Annie coolly. “I wonder what he would say if he knew what you and Mr. Dawkins got up to in the barn.”

Annie’s mouth dropped open.

A sound from the study made them all turn.

Charlotte had sat up and was kissing Lord Cosgrove gently. As they watched she reached down and took his swollen manhood in her hand.

“I can’t leave you like this now can I?” she said.

His Lordship made a noise in his throat. Charlotte slid down off of the desk and pressed herself against Lord Cosgrove, pushing his straining prong against her thick bush. Then she stepped back and began to remove his clothes, first his jacket, then his shirt and is breeches. Once he was naked she knelt in front of him and began to kiss him starting with his scrotum and working her way up his shaft. When she reached the tip she carefully circled it with her tongue, paying special attention to the underside. Then she engulfed his head in her mouth.

Lord Cosgrove groaned, a look of exquisite pleasure taking over his face.

Amelia stood frozen feeling the wetness on her thighs. She could hear Annie’s ragged breathing next to her. She glanced at James, his cock was standing at half staff.

Charlotte slid the rest of his Lordships member into her mouth. Then slowly brought her head back up. She slipped one finger between her thighs massaging her red swollen sex.

Amelia looked over at Annie, but little chamber maid’s eyes were glued to the action unfolding in front of her. But her hand was pressed hard against the front of her skirts. James, now fully erect was stroking his member also.

Lord Cosgrove moaned in the study and Amelia looked over. Charlotte had placed her free finger at his puckered back entrance and was lightly teasing him with it.

Annie groaned next to her. Amelia pulled the other girl over so that she was in front of James. She turned Annie so that she was facing the study and moved her hands to either side of the door jam. Then she pulled up the maid’s skirts and threw them over her back exposing her rear and a pair of visibly wet pantalets. Amelia undid the drawstring and Annie’s pantalets dropped to the floor.

In the study Charlotte’s head was bobbing up and down on Lord Cosgrove’s shaft and she had inched her finger into his anus just a bit. His Lordship, head thrown, back as groaning with each tiny thrust of Charlotte’s finger.

Amelia bent and inhaled Annie’s woman scent. It was stronger and sharper than Charlotte’s, but not unpleasant. She ran her tongue over the maid’s thick labia until her tongue encountered the thicker muskier flavor of her nether hole.

Annie moaned.

Amelia looked over her shoulder at the footman. James was trying to watch both the tableau unfolding in the study and the two girls in front him. As she watched his cock wept a small bead of clear liquid. It hung there from the end of his pulsing manhood and slowly dripped onto the floor.

Amelia looked up. Charlotte had stopped sucking on Lord Cosgrove’s cock and had stood up also. She turned and bent over so that her rear was practically in his Lordships face.

“I need you,” she said over her shoulder. “Now.”

Lord Cosgrove stood, his staff standing straight up like a flag going into battle. Charlotte reached behind her, took his throbbing mass in her hand.

Amelia reached out and wrapped her hand around James’s thick rod and pulled him toward Annie. He followed her lead. As Charlotte guided his Lordship toward her wet hole, Amelia guided James to Annie’s. James groaned as Amelia brought his dripping head into contact with Annie’s sopping slit.

In the study, Charlotte was very slowly rubbing Lord Cosgrove’s member up and down her slick sex, moaning at each stroke. His Lordship was breathing so hard that Amelia could hear him from the doorway.

Carefully, Amelia mimicked the action in the study, moving James’s ridged pole up and down Annie’s grueling labia.

Annie whimpered and thrust her hips back wantonly trying to get James’s manhood inside her, but Amelia wouldn’t allow it.

Amelia glanced up at the action in the study. Charlotte was moaning and gyrating her hips each time Lord Cosgrove’s cock rubbed against her button. Very slowly she moved him back so that the head of his spear was poised just at her entrance. Then she moved back, just enough so that only the very tip of his rod entered her.

Lord Cosgrove groaned.

Amelia did the same with James’s ridged member. Annie gasped as the first quarter inch or so of James’s hot poker moved between her slippery lips.

In the study, Charlotte allowed the head of Lord Cosgrove’s cock to penetrate her. Then she stood still. Annie, groaned and gyrated her hips, trying to work James’s cork deeper into her. Then Charlotte pushed back against Lord Cosgrove’s swollen member sliding it deep into her steaming interior. Charlotte moaned, and Lord Cosgrove gasped. Amelia allowed James’s cock to slide deep into the chambermaid’s dripping hole. Annie made a small whimpering sound in her throat.

Lord Cosgrove began to slide in and out of Charlotte’s wet gash, his member quickly becoming slick with her creamy juices. In the hallway Amelia pushed James in and out of Annie’s willing hole as they all watched the action in the study.

Charlotte was making small mewling sounds deep in her throat. Lord Cosgrove was staring down, watching his manhood sliding between Charlotte’s swollen lips. Amelia took James’s balls in her hand. She could feel Annie, juices making them slick and she ran her hand up so that she could feel James’s tool moving in and out of the Annie’s fancy bit. Amelia’s own sex ached with her need. James gasped, and Amelia could feel his balls tightening, he wasn’t going to last long. She reached between Annie’s legs running her hand up the girls wet, furred cleft until she found her button at the top. Annie moaned softly at Amelia’s touch.

Charlotte was moving faster, meeting Lord Cosgrove’s thrusts with her own. Amelia could hear her step father’s grunts of pleasure. He leaned forward and slid his hand around Charlotte’s front so that he could fondle her clit. Charlotte moaned louder, thrust her hips higher into the air and widened her legs. The group in the hall could see her juices, thick and creamy running down her thigh.

It was too much for James, he gave a guttural grunt and began to unload into Annie’s tunnel. Annie gasped as she felt the first stream of his hot seed shooting into her. Amelia took him in her hand so that she could feel his cock flex and twitch as he bucked against Annie’s soft backside emptying his balls into her. With a gasp he fell back, his wilting instrument sliding out of Annie’s wet cavity, followed by his thick seed.

Amelia leaned forward and sucked James’s leavings into her mouth. She could hear Annie’s gasp of surprise and her moan of pleasure as Amelia’s tongue plied her wet hole. Annie arched her back and stuck out her rear so as to give Amelia better access. When Amelia had sucked James’s cream from Annie’s succulent tunnel, she let her tongue wander up the chambermaid’s crack until she encountered her puckered back entrance.

“Oh miss,” Annie croaked hoarsely.

Amelia could tell by the sounds from the other room that Charlotte was approaching her climax. Her cousin’s moans of pleasure were louder and closer together. Amelia ached to be touched and to feel a man’s ridged pole inside her. She traced a small circle around Annie’s little rose bud and then, making her tongue ridged, she forced it just inside.

“Oh, miss!” Annie gasped as she felt this intrusion.

Amelia slide one finger into Annie’s dripping cunny, feeling for the soft spongy area toward the front of her vagina. The little maid began to buck her hips while emitting soft moans of pleasure. She reached back with one hand and pulled her ass cheeks wider encouraging Amelia’s ministrations to her anus.

With her other hand, Amelia reached up and touched Annie’s now swollen clit. The reaction was immediate.

“Oh Lord,” Annie gasped and then her hips bucked forward, her anus contracted around Amelia’s probing tongue. A warm dribble of Annie’s juices ran over Amelia’s hand as the girl’s vaginal walls clamped down hard on Amelia’s finger.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Annie moaned.

Amelia could feel Annie’s frame shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm swept over her. The girl’s knees buckled, and she almost fell forward. Amelia continued to lick Annie’s pulsating rose bud while pressing her finger into the soft fleshy spot at the front of her tunnel. She could hear Annie’s gasps of pleasure.

In the study, Charlotte arched her back and cried out. Amelia could see her cousin’s legs shaking with the power of her climax. Her tunnel contracting and spasming on Lord Cosgrove’s ridged pole. Charlotte gasped and writhed as his Lordship continued to thrust into her.

Annie collapsed onto the floor. She groaned and then went still. Amelia slowly withdrew her fingers from the maid’s sopping gash, licked them clean and then stood up.

In the study, Charlotte was too was coming to the end of her climax. Her head was thrown back and her hand was between her legs, gently massaging her button. But Lord Cosgrove hadn’t finished. He was still gripping her silky, pale hips and thrusting manfully into her slippery, red furred muff.

Amelia’s need was great. She wanted to be filled up, to feel a man’s poll deep insider her. She glanced at James, but his member lay flaccid against his thigh, weeping a small dripple of seaman.

She looked again at Charlotte, her backsides in the air and Lord Cosgrove’s member thrusting into her dripping gash. Amelia made a decision. She stood and stepped into the study, quietly closing the door behind her. His Lordship was so focused on Charlotte’s upturned buttock that he did not notice her stealthy entrance. Quickly she slipped across the room and reached out and took his Lordships heavy balls in her hand. Her stepfather gasped and glanced over at her, a look of surprise on his face, which was quickly replaced by a look of horror. But Amelia was too randy to give this much heed. She reached up and took ahold of the base of his pike where it was barely protruding from her cousin’s swollen purse. Feeling Amelia’s hand against her nether lips, Charlotte opened her eyes and looked around. She smiled at her young charge.

Amelia put her hand on his Lordships chest and pushed him back into his chair. There was a sloppy, sucking noise has his pike came free of Charlottes steaming, wet cunny. His Lordship stared up at Amelia.

“My dear…you…you…shouldn’t…,” he stuttered.

Amelia hiked up her skirts, stripped off her pantalets and straddled his Lordship. Then very slowly she lowered her aching, throbbing sex until the tip of his Lordship’s poker was just entering her.

Amelia moaned deep in her throat. Her nipples were so hard she thought they might rip a hole in her bodice. She cupped one of her small, round breasts, squeezing it gently. Her breath was coming in short gasps.

“No…oh…,” His Lord Cosgrove said. The last statement came as Amelia sank down, fully impaling herself on his pulsating staff.

The feel of her stepfather’s thick pole filling her up was almost too much for her and she crouched above him for a moment breathing fast and hard, trying to stem the rising tide in her pelvic region.

“We mustn’t,” Cosgrove said, trying to sit up, but Charlotte pushed him back. She leaned in and kissed him deeply.

Amelia began to move. Her stepfather’s ridged cock felt so good sliding up and down her slick tunnel. She ground her pelvis against him feeling him pressing against her cervix deep inside her. The feeling was too much for her pent-up need. The heat and pressure in her abdomen swelled up and swept into her chest and the first wave of her climax began to roll over her. She gasped, moaned and then began to shake. Warmth swelled up inside her and her vagina contracted, pulsing hard around her stepfather’s ridged manhood. She reached up and cupped her breasts through her dress, rubbing her hard and swollen nipples.

“Unnngggghhhhh!,” the guttural sound was force from her as her back arched. She threw her head back, little grunts coming from her with each spasm of pleasure.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” she cried again as the second wave swept over her. She leaned forward, putting her hands on her stepfather’s shoulders. She began to bounce up and down, driving his shafted in and out of her contracting and spasming tunnel. Her breathing was fast and ragged against his Lordship’s neck.

“Oh, oh,” she gasped as her climax began to slow and subside. But she wanted more. She needed more. She reached between her legs feeling for her pleasure button, while at the same time continuing to move up and down his Lordship’s slippery pole. At that moment she felt her skirts lifted from behind. She glanced back and saw Charlotte. Her cousin leaned forward and ran her tongue up Cosgrove’s member, over Amelia’s stretched opening and up to her puckered anus. Amelia moaned. Cosgrove made a stifled grunt. Charlotte took his Lordship’s jewel sack in her hand as she probed Amelia’s rosebud with the tip of her tongue.

“Oooooohhhhhh,” Amelia moaned.

Her stepfather was breathing fast and hard, his breath warm against her ear. Charlotte removed her tongue and replaced it with her finger, slowly sliding it into Amelia’s back entrance.

“Oh Lord!” Amelia cried as Charlotte’s finger pushed deep into her filling her other cavity. She pushed herself forward trying to give her cousin freer access to her nether hole. Charlotte’s finger slid slowly out and then in again stroking his Lordship’s straining member through the thin wall between Amelia’s anal tract and her love tunnel.

“Unh,” the sound came from deep in Lord Cosgrove’s chest. Amelia felt her stepfather’s pike swell inside her and she knew he was about to climax. She began to thrust against his pole and against Charlotte’s finger as it slid in and out of her backside.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” his Lordship cried out and she felt him flood her womb with his hot seed. The feeling of him pulsing and squirting inside her drove Amelia over the edge again. Her anus contracted, clamping down on Charlotte’s intruding finger. The force of her climax drove her to push down hard, forcing her stepfather’s pulsing member deeper into her. She cried out and her cry was matched by Cosgrove’s guttural grunts as he continued to unload into her spasming canal.

As his Lordship’s spasms began to slow, so did Amelia’s. Soon she lay panting against his heaving chest. Slowly, Charlotte removed her finger from Amelia’s buttock. Amelia could feel his Lordship’s staff beginning to soften and go limp inside her. She lay there feeling warm and complete until it slipped out of her. Then she slowly slid off of Cosgrove and stood up. She could feel his essences running down the insides of her thighs. Charlotte slip her arm around Amelia’s waist and they both stood looking down at his Lordship splayed out in the chair, his now softened manhood drippling the last of his sperm onto the seat. He stared up at them.

“I think we will make a very happy family, my Lord, don’t you?” Charlotte asked, bringing her finger to her nose and inhaling Amelia’s earthy anal scent.

“I…I do,” his Lordship managed to stammer.

Amelia smiled and hug her future mother, who turned and kissed her deeply allowing her tongue to play about her daughter’s mouth. Out of the corner of her eye Amelia could see his Lordships cock stir at the sight. She felt happy, happier than she had ever felt in all her life.