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The Family Reunion
by Cats Whiskers (the_wad@hotmail.com)

***

A young man returns home after being injured whilst in 
military service. He comes home to family he doesn't 
really know and a sister he's never met. The story 
consists of his sexual adventures with his sister, her 
friend(s) and two members of the household staff. 
(M+/F+, inc, oral, anal, ws)
 
***

-= Chapter 1 =-

Southern England 1748
 
As the carriage drew to a halt outside my family home, a 
home that I hadn't seen since I was five or six years of 
age, I took a sharp intake of breath and braced myself 
for what was about to happen. Lined up at the bottom of 
the steps that lead to the front door of the mansion 
house were the four servants, my siblings – James and 
Verity, and my parents – Charles and Charlotte.

Mr. Edgar, the head butler strode forward as the 
carriage ground to a stop, and after opening the door, 
he manoeuvred the steps into place so that I might 
egress with some decorum. "Welcome home Sir," Edgar 
said. "It is very nice to see you again after all this 
time."
 
Thanking him, I carefully stepped out of the carriage, 
and gingerly shuffled my feet on the gravel. I smiled at 
the ensemble before me, and before I could utter a word, 
Verity ran toward me with her arms out-stretched. She 
grabbed and hugged me, placing a soft, velvety kiss on 
my right cheek.

"Welcome home brother," she whispered in my ear. I 
nodded, but didn't say anything, after all, she was my 
sister – but to be truthful I knew nothing about her 
apart from what I had been told in letters. Verity 
hadn't been born when I departed from the family home.
 
When her vice-like grip on my person was released, I 
strode forward with my hand outstretched and approached 
Father, who had shot Verity a look of disdain. Emotion 
was something not to be shown in front of the servants, 
he would tell Verity later.

Father shook my hand, Mother kissed me politely on the 
cheek, and finally James shook my hand too, then he 
politely withdrew. James was my elder brother by five 
years. He had been excused military service due to his 
poor health in very early childhood; I was pleased to 
see that he looked the picture of health now. Mr. Edgar 
introduced each of the servants by name, and as he did 
so they retired into the house to do whatever it was 
that their duties demanded of them. 

After I had been introduced to all the servants, Peter, 
the footman, took my luggage to my room. I was ushered 
into the house where one of the serving girls, a comely 
looking girl with flame red hair, and the most beautiful 
hazel eyes that I had ever seen, took my coat and hat.
 
"Thank you Eliza," I said, struggling to remember her 
name. She bobbed a curtsey and scurried off through a 
side door. Edgar stood slightly behind me and indicated 
to me that I should follow him. I did, he led me 
upstairs to my room.

Peter was busy unpacking my luggage when Edgar and I 
arrived. He'd already laid out several shirts and 
pantaloons on the bed ready to be hung in the large 
ornate wardrobe that stood in a corner of the room.
 
"It's exactly as I remember it Edgar," I said as I 
crossed the threshold of the room. "Thank you, Peter," I 
said standing next to the bed, "I will finish up here." 
Peter shot a look at Edgar, who moved his head to one 
side to indicate that he should go.

"Thank you Mr. Christopher," Peter replied as he took 
his leave with a slight bow.

"Will there be anything else Sir?" Edgar asked clearly 
perturbed by my dismissal of Peter – after all, it was a 
servants job to cater to his or her masters every need, 
and he clearly felt that I should have let Peter sort 
out the wardrobe rather than do it myself.

"Nothing at the moment Edgar, apart from tell me what 
time the evening meal will be served."

"Dinner is generally at eight o'clock Sir," Edgar 
replied. "His Lordship has advised me that this evening 
will be a celebration of your safe return Sir."

"Very well. Will you have one of the servants come and 
wake me at seven please, I'm tired after my journey, and 
I wish to take a nap."

"Certainly Sir," Edgar responded, "if there's nothing 
else." He waited for a second. I didn't respond, so he 
continued. "Sleep well, Sir."
 
Edgar left, closing the door behind him. I took a few 
minutes to remove the clothing from the bed and hung 
them up in the wardrobe, and then I peeled back the 
bedclothes and undressed, falling into bed as naked as 
the day I was born, and soon fell asleep.

Several hours later, Eliza roused me. She stood at the 
side of my bed as I opened my eyes. She curtsied 
quickly, smiled at me and asked if there was anything 
she could do for me. I instructed her that I wished to 
take a bath before eating; she scurried off to fetch 
some hot water.

When Eliza returned several minutes later she was 
carrying two jugs of what looked like extremely hot 
water as wisps of steam were visible from the jugs. I 
was out of bed and was stood naked at the window - 
admiring the view of the gardens that I had not seen for 
over twenty years.
 
I felt her eyes linger over my buttocks; the scarring on 
my leg where the doctors in the army had repaired a 
wound sustained in battle that had forced my military 
career to be cut short - hence my return home.
 
I felt my pego twitch slightly at the thought of her 
looking at my naked body. Eliza paused for a moment 
before coming to her senses, and headed for the small 
chamber next to my room where the porcelain bath was. 
She emptied both containers of hot water into it, and 
headed for my bedroom door.

"Eliza!" I snapped. "You have not been dismissed." Eliza 
stopped dead in her tracks. "Close the door and assist 
me," I ordered. 
 
"I was going for more water Mr. Christopher," she told 
me whilst her eyes remained down turned. 
 
"I don't need that much water for bathing." I advised 
her.
 
Eliza complied with my order, and after closing my 
bedroom door, she hovered nervously.
 
Still stood looking out of the window as I was, Eliza's 
vision was drawn again to my backside and I could feel 
her gaze. My pego twitched again, and I felt the blood 
surge toward it, swelling it as my desire for this red 
haired girl grew. "Lock the door if you please Eliza," I 
said with a grin on my face that she could not see. 
Eliza obeyed.

I turned and let her gaze fall upon my semi erect pego 
as I walked to the bathroom. Looking out of the corner 
of my eye, I could see her eyes following me as I 
crossed the room. "Come." I said and Eliza followed 
nervously.
 
I knelt by the side of the bath and swished my hand 
through the water to test the temperature – it was 
excessively hot. Too hot to sit in right now and I 
noticed that my fingertips had turned red from the heat 
– Eliza noticed too.

"I'm so sorry Sir," she pleaded, "I had no idea that the 
water was so hot."

"No matter," I replied, "I'm sure I can find something 
for you to do for a few minutes until it cools down." 
Standing and turning around, I headed back toward my 
bed. "Tell me, Eliza, how old are you?"

"Seventeen Sir," she replied trying not to look at my 
still semi erect prick. I lay on the bed with my head on 
the soft pillow and ordered her to undress.
 
"Sir?" She questioned as I started to rub my pego 
gently, engorging it almost to the point of full 
erection.

"Get out of your clothes," I ordered her, "then join me 
here on the bed."
 
She hesitated then slowly she began to remove her 
clothing, all the time watching me rub my prick. I could 
see her lips moistening. Watching her undress slowly was 
driving me insane with lust, and as she peeled off layer 
after layer of clothing, I admired her body, lustful 
thoughts running through my mind.

Her breasts were, for a girl of her age not quite fully 
developed, but more than an ample hand full. Her 
nipples, small cherry coloured buds, looked as though 
they were ripe for the plucking. When at last she 
removed the final layer of clothing and stood naked in 
front of me for the first time, my eyes were drawn to 
her pubic mound – and from where I lay her red bush, 
looked neatly trimmed, and oh so inviting.
 
I held out my hand and she gingerly approached. I drew 
her to me, kissed her mouth, pushing my tongue forward 
into her closed lips, attempting to enter her mouth. She 
resisted for a moment, but eventually opened her lips 
enough for my probing tongue to feel the sharp intake of 
breath.

Her breath was sweet against my tongue and within a few 
seconds, she responded in kind. Soon her tongue was 
probing my mouth too. She had her eyes closed, her arms 
held slightly outward; body motionless as we kissed.
 
I took advantage, and placed a hand on each of her 
breasts and squeezed slightly, feeling the warm flesh 
beneath my fingertips. I felt her body tense as I held 
one of her nipples in between a thumb and forefinger. I 
felt it swell under my touch.

Releasing my mouth reluctantly from the kiss, I moved to 
one side of the bed, she instinctively fell onto the bed 
where I had been – my head sought out her nipple, and I 
began to play with it, using my tongue.
 
Above me, I heard her gasp. I began playing with both 
her nipples at the same time. My mouth was encased over 
her right breast, whilst my fingers twiddled her left 
nipple back and forth.

"Oh Sir," she almost whispered. "We shouldn't be doing 
this!"

I stopped suckling on her breast long enough to tell her 
to relax, and resumed my sucking. After what seemed like 
four or five minutes of me playing with both nipples, 
sucking each one alternatively, she pushed me away from 
her body – making me lie flat on the bed, with her to my 
side.
 
She ran her hands slowly down my chest, caressing my 
skin. She snaked her palm down from my nipples to my 
groin, hesitating slightly when her hands reached my 
pubic hair. I twitched my cock, and she giggled a 
little. I didn't know whether she was admiring my prick, 
which by now was painfully erect and throbbing or 
whether she was unsure of how to proceed.

"Touch it," I said, and she obeyed without hesitation. 
Gingerly, she placed her forefinger just below the head 
and slowly moved it down the shaft toward the base. The 
feeling of her touch was almost electric to me, and when 
I twitched again, she paused.
 
"Don't stop!" I groaned, and placed my hand over the top 
of her hand, which was now resting in my pubic hair. 
Moving her hand up and over the shaft, I began moving it 
rhythmically up and down.
 
My hand lingered on top of hers for a few seconds until 
she got the idea of what I wanted her to do, and taking 
the shaft fully in her hand she began to masturbate me. 
Her hand moved with a slow, but deliberate pace. I moved 
my hand away from hers to allow her full movement.
 
With my other hand, I grasped her breast again, and 
rolled the nipple back and forth again, hoping that the 
feelings I was getting from her were as intense as the 
feelings I was giving her.

Quite abruptly, she stopped and dropped her head down to 
my swollen prick and kissed it. "Sorry Sir," she said, 
"I don't know what made me do that!"
 
She genuinely looked quite apologetic and withdrew her 
hands, placing them by her sides. I smiled at her and 
told her that it was fine, and that if she wanted to do 
it or anything else then she could.
 
A wry smile formed across her lips, and she dropped her 
head back down to my prick, kissing it again several 
times. My hips thrust up automatically as she kissed my 
cock, I felt her hot breath as my pego pierced her kiss, 
and entered her mouth.
 
The feeling as the head and shaft entered her mouth was 
unbelievable – the heat of her mouth was not unpleasant, 
and I instinctively thrust my prick into her mouth as 
far as it would go.
 
I heard her gag slightly as the head touched her 
tonsils, then without warning she managed to swallow my 
prick right up to the base – her nose touching my pubic 
hair.

"Suck!" I almost screamed as the feeling of her mouth 
around my heavily swollen prick became unbearable, and 
suck she did. She sucked like nothing else in the world 
mattered to her and at that moment, I believed that 
nothing else did.
 
As she sucked, she instinctively moved her head up and 
down, uncovering my shaft, and clasping the head between 
her lips, teasing me with her tongue.
 
I groaned and spent my seed. Without removing my pego 
from her mouth, she began to swallow. Whilst the hot 
jets of my jism filled her mouth, she drove forward and 
swallowed the entire length once more right down to the 
base. She began sucking again with even more gusto than 
before.

Several moments passed and she continued to suck. 
"Enough!" I cried and she reluctantly let go of her 
vice-like grip. Pausing as the head of my prick left her 
mouth, she licked her lips slowly and a strand of saliva 
formed across the gap between her lips and my still 
swollen member. She swallowed the contents of her mouth 
with a satisfied gulp.

Ceasing the moment, I moved, pushing her flat on the 
bed. I quickly sprang from my prone position to between 
her legs, spreading them as far as I could.
 
I moved my head toward the red hair that covered her 
venus mons, pausing millimetres away from her quivering 
lips. With a flick of my tongue, I parted her cuntal 
lips slightly. She shuddered from both anticipation and 
from pleasure.
 
Again, I flicked my tongue at her – parting her slightly 
further than I had done previously. She grasped my head 
– grabbing two handfuls of hair and drove my face into 
her. I licked and lapped as fast and as furiously as I 
could, opening her totally.

My tongue moved frantically; from the bottom of her slit 
to the top and back again. I lingered here and there, 
licking the same spot for a few seconds before moving 
on.
 
Pausing like this at the top of her slit, she began to 
writhe as I licked. She pulled my face and head deeper 
into her. She moaned loudly, and began to move her hips 
up and down, holding my head tightly.

"Yes!" she groaned. "Yes... that's it. That's the best 
place." She moaned. "Lick there Sir. Lick with all your 
might!" I obliged, and as the movement of her hips 
accelerated, I felt liquid on my lips and tongue as I 
lapped furiously.
 
Then, quite abruptly, she fell limp. Letting go of my 
head she lay gasping.
 
"Oh Sir," she said quite of breath. "That was simply the 
best feeling I've ever had in my life!"

Withdrawing my head away from her now swollen, parted 
lips, I stared at her body.
I could still feel the moistness of her ejaculate on my 
lips.
 
Running my finger across my lips, I swept the moisture 
off my mouth. I thought of sucking it myself to get the 
maximum amount of her juices into me, but a thought 
dawned upon me. I smiled a wicked smile.
 
Instead of placing my finger into my mouth to suck the 
sweet tasting dew, I moved my finger toward her mouth. 
She eagerly sucked on my finger, swallowing down her own 
juices.

"Hhmm. Tasty." She moaned again and licked my finger 
clean. "Is that what it tasted like to you Sir?" I 
nodded, kissing her on the lips again, and then I 
collapsed to her side on the bed, lying in silence.
 
My prick was still throbbing, though not as intensely as 
it had been. I could feel it start to soften deep down 
inside me.
 
"Sir, you must get ready." She said and moved off the 
bed. Quickly, she pulled on her garments. I watched her 
as she dressed.
 
My pego had deflated by now, and Eliza took it in her 
hand, squeezing the foreskin tightly in her hand.
 
"Don't." I said and she paused looking slightly puzzled. 
"It feels quite tender." I explained, she nodded and let 
me be.
 
I stood, walking toward the small anteroom, stepping 
straight into the bath water. Eliza followed. It was 
still hot, but not as scorching as it had been 
beforehand.
 
After several minutes' worth of her assistance, I 
completed my bathing and stepped out of the bath, she 
commenced towelling me dry. Eliza took her time when she 
was rubbing my prick very gently with the towel.
 
Eliza helped me dress, and after unlocking my bedroom 
door, we departed.

The evening meal was a pleasant enough affair, with lots 
of conversation regarding my time away both at boarding 
school and my time thereafter in the armed forces. I was 
informed of what had happened at home.
 
Verity's birth and her childhood – something that I had 
missed totally; James' time at school and his return to 
our family home when Father had fallen ill. All were 
related to me during our meal.
 
I was told how James, with the help of our Mother, had 
nursed Father back to health. How he'd decided to stay 
on to run the estate in my absence whilst Father had 
recuperated.
 
They explained that James had, when Father had been 
given the all clear by our family doctor, offered to 
take a back seat in the running of the estate.
 
However, Father had refused – advising that since he had 
taken over the estate management, the family income each 
year had increased by a factor of three, and that the 
estate had not been in better hands. James, it seemed, 
was a dab hand at running a business, and Father 
relished the free time that James had garnered for him.
 
The matter of my army career arose, and I explained the 
circumstances surrounding my injury and subsequent 
recovery and discharge.
 
I told of how I was saddened to leave the army and the 
joy I now felt at my return home.
 
Verity asked if she could see the wound in my leg, but 
before I could say anything, Father admonished her – 
telling her that women did not talk of such things in 
conversation with their family, and certainly not during 
meals.
 
Verity frowned at Father as he told her off, but I 
smiled at her, nodding my head to her in agreement to 
her request. She smiled back at me, telling me she'd 
gotten my approval of her request.
 
If Father had seen the nod, he had dismissed it and the 
subject was not mentioned again during the remainder of 
the evening.

After our meal was complete, brandy drunk by those who 
wanted it, and the servants had cleared away, James told 
me that he and Father were going to London for a few 
days to conduct some estate business.
 
Mother was going to visit relations in the city, and 
take the time to do some shopping – Verity would remain 
here with the servants and me.

James advised that they were all retiring to bed shortly 
to ensure that they got enough rest for the journey - as 
they had an early start the following morning. I told 
him that I understood and wished them a pleasant journey 
and a good night's sleep.

After Mother, Father and James had retired to bed, 
Verity asked me to take a walk with her in the gardens. 
I agreed.
 
Soon we were walking quite slowly, admiring the stars 
and enjoying the warm evening breeze that was pleasant 
against our skin.
 
Once we were out of earshot of the house, she began 
asking me questions about my life, and my time away from 
the estate.
 
I answered all her questions as honestly as I could, and 
within a few minutes, we found ourselves standing by the 
brook that ran through a small portion of the grounds. 
Moonlight played down upon us as we stood watching the 
water rush by.

This place had changed in the time I'd been away. When I 
had been a child, the house had been visible from here, 
but now, due to Mothers love of gardening; planting 
trees, bushes and various plants, the view from and to 
the house was obscured. Only someone on the top floor of 
the house could see the brook, and then they would only 
be afforded a glimpse.
 
Verity and I sat down with our backs to a large tree, 
she asked me about the wound in my leg. I explained how 
it happened. She asked if she could see it, and I 
agreed, seeing no harm in showing it to her. After 
undoing the buttons that held my pantaloons up, I stood, 
letting them drop to the floor.
 
Verity said nothing at the sight of my prick; I turned 
around so that she could see the scarring of my flesh.

"It looks sore still," she commented.

"It looks sore, but isn't." I said turning to face her 
again – my groin level with her head. I saw her looking 
with curiosity at my pego, but she said nothing.
 
As I went to pull my pantaloons up, she stopped me, took 
hold of my member, and started to masturbate me. "What 
are you doing young lady?" I asked in surprise and more 
than a little astonishment. I made to move her hand off 
my quickly engorging dick, but she swatted my hand away.

"Nothing I haven't done with Peter." She replied matter-
of-factly. "I'm sixteen, nearly seventeen, and I've been 
fucking for a year or more!" She said proudly, smiling 
again. She increased the movements of her hand – I could 
feel my prick stiffening under her young, but 
experienced touch.
 
"Sit down." She ordered. I opened my mouth to say 
something, but she placed a finger over my lips to 
silence me. I sat down.
 
Rather than masturbating me this time, she dropped to 
her knees, her head level with my crotch and began 
sucking on my ever-hardening prick. Verity was extremely 
skilled, and within minutes, I sprayed my seed into her 
mouth. She swallowed each and every salty drop.
 
Verity licked her lips afterward, and simultaneously, 
she lifted her skirts up to her waist. With her other 
hand, she slipped off the garment that was covering her 
groin.
 
I'd never actually met a woman who worn underwear under 
her skirts. These days a woman's skirt offered little or 
no protection against an enamoured male – if they wanted 
to fuck a woman, they would – despite her objections. 
Besides, not many women could afford to buy the under 
garments as they were quite expensive.
 
"Your turn to pleasure me now," she said, lying back on 
the ground, spreading her legs. Seeing her hairless 
quim, I asked her what she wanted me to do. I didn't 
know why I'd asked, but I had.

"Fuck me," she said. I was almost in shock at the 
thoughts racing through my head about what I was doing 
with my sister, but somehow I felt as though nothing was 
wrong with this picture. I didn't really know this girl, 
and fucking her seemed to be quite a natural thing to do 
– even though she was my sister.
 
"Put your finger in the hole and move it back and forth 
to start off with," she instructed, "that will allow 
your prick to regain its strength before you put it in 
me."
 
"I know what to do," I said maybe a little too harshly. 
She seemingly ignored the tone in my voice. "How do you 
remain hairless?" I asked, my tone a little calmer even 
though I was staring at her bald cunt, licking my lips 
as I did so.
 
"I order the servants to pluck me with tweezers," she 
replied, "come on, fuck me!" My mouth opened to reply to 
this statement, but no sound would come out of my mouth. 
My head spun slightly at the thought of the servants 
kneeling between her legs, pulling the tiny hairs out of 
her skin next to her young and tender cunt.
 
I swooned slightly at the thought of me putting my 
fingers into one so young, but so sexually experienced.
 
"Come on Christopher; fuck me with your fingers!" she 
moaned, playing with her very swollen clitoris.
 
I hesitated for a moment, and Verity took control, 
grabbing my hand. She moved it toward her most secret of 
places. Once there, instinct and lust took over.
 
My fingers gently probed at the lips barring entry to 
her moist, inviting hole. I moved my hand back and 
forth, gently teasing her lips, my thumb rubbing against 
her engorged clitoris every now and then in an 
intentionally errant manner. Eventually, I drove two 
fingers inside her bald quim; it shook with a life of 
its own.
 
Whilst my head said to me that this was wrong, my prick 
and my fingers disagreed.
 
My hardened pego stiffened even more as my hand 
pleasured her at an ever-increasing tempo. Verity closed 
her eyes, and seemed to relax to the point of 
unconsciousness as I knelt with two fingers inside her.
 
I rubbed my cock with my free hand. I could feel the 
spasmodic twitch of my prick, and knew that if I didn't 
put it inside her soon, I would spray my seed on the 
ground.
 
I withdrew my fingers, moving into the space between her 
legs. Lifting them up, I exposed her cunny - the tiny 
tight hole looked inviting, but exposed at the same 
time.
 
Inching my way forward, I did my best to guide myself 
toward her without using my hands. Feeling the tip of my 
prick touch something soft, I pushed home.
 
Verity gasped with delight as my pego sunk into her hole 
all the way to my pubis.
 
Rocking back and forth on my knees, I began fucking her 
for all I was worth.
 
Verity reached forward, taking hold of her legs. She 
pulled them further back to allow easier access. It was 
then that I realised that my pego was not in her tight 
little quim as I had expected, it was up her bum!

I attempted to withdraw, but she stopped me.
 
"Don't." she said. "Leave it in there, it feels good." 
Verity adjusted her hips slightly.
 
I did as I was asked, plunging myself into her again. 
This time it seemed that my swollen member managed to go 
even deeper inside of her.

By the Gods, her bum was tight!
 
I'd never experienced anything as tight as this before. 
Not even when I'd taken the virginity of a girl in 
Portsmouth the night before sailing for Spain. Moreover, 
her cunny had been tight, very tight.

Verity's body tensed, she arched her back, opening her 
mouth, as if to speak. No sound came out.
 
Her eyes were clamped shut, her head was back as far as 
she could get it – and even though I knew what was 
happening, I had never seen or felt an orgasm in a woman 
as intense as I did that evening.
 
I continued to fuck her bum as fast as I could. My head 
began to fill with even more lustful thoughts, of things 
that I would do to her, if only I had the chance.

The way her bum hole clenched at my prick as it moved in 
and out of her hole, was astonishing. Her muscles 
clenched at me, sucking me further into her anus.
 
It was almost as though she was milking me to the point 
of orgasm, and orgasm I did – I thought that I would 
never stop spurting once I started. It seemed to me as 
though there was no end to it.

When after several moments, I flopped out of her, my 
sister opened her eyes, and smiling, told me that she'd 
never experienced anything like that before. She kissed 
me as passionately as any woman had ever done. Peter had 
never, ever, made her feel like before, she told me with 
pride.
 
I made her promise that she would not tell Peter, nor 
anyone else in the family of what had happened - she 
agreed not to say anything on pain of death. I explained 
that this oath was made not for my sake, but for hers. 
If anyone found out, it would ruin her reputation when 
she was older. She agreed once again, with a wry smile 
on her face.

"I've never had such an intense feeling," she commented 
again as we were walking back toward the house some 
moments later, "we'll have to do it again."
 
I said nothing hoping beyond hope that she would not try 
to make good on that last statement.
 
She took hold of my hand, and held it all the way back 
to the house, only letting go when we neared the front 
door.
 
Edgar appeared as if out of nowhere. Verity kissed me on 
the cheek, said good night, then proceeded to climb the 
stairs. Edgar remained in the hallway with me, as we 
watched her ascend.

"Is there anything that you require Sir?" He asked.

"No, thank you, Edgar," I replied, "I'm tired, and I'm 
turning in for the night." I turned to face him, "I 
doubt I shall be awake in the morning when Mother, 
Father and James leave for London – please convey to 
them my hopes that they have a safe journey and a 
lucrative business meeting."

"I will Sir," Edgar responded, as I walked up the stairs 
toward the landing, "oh, and Sir?" I stopped, turning to 
face him. "Nice to have you back home. Good night."


-= Chapter Two =-
 
I awoke the next morning with the morning sunlight 
streaming through the flimsy curtains, sleep still in my 
eyes. I surveyed the room still not quite able to 
believe that after so many years, I was back at home.
 
I got out of bed and meandered into the anteroom, filled 
the porcelain bowl with ice-cold water in readiness to 
wash my face. As I stooped over the bowl, splashing 
water onto my face, rubbing my eyes with the water, I 
heard my bedroom door open.

"Sir?" A voice said. I recognised the voice as Peter. 
"Breakfast is ready."

"Thank you, Peter," I replied, feeling refreshed now 
that I no longer had those little crustaceans of sleep 
in my eyes. I peed into the pot that stood near the 
bath. Once I was done, I returned to my bed.
 
Peter stood in the doorway with one hand of the doorknob 
– apparently waiting to see if there was anything he 
could do for me. As I entered the room fully, I noticed 
his eyes looking over my lean, naked body. I tried my 
best to ignore his eager eyes as they danced over me. 
"Get some fresh clothes for me, Peter." I ordered.

Peter bowed slightly and obeyed; he opened the wardrobe 
and selected a comfortable white flannel shirt and a 
pair of brown pantaloons. Laying the clothes on the bed 
for me, he took a pair of long white socks from a drawer 
in the cabinet next to the bathroom door, and placed 
them on the bed next to the clothes.

I stood stock still in the centre of the room, and 
nodded my approval of the selection Peter had made. He 
picked up the shirt, shook it slightly, and then helped 
me to put it on. As he stood in front of me, I could 
hear the rhythm of his breathing as he worked busily on 
the buttons down the centre of the shirt and the cuffs. 
Taking the pantaloons off the bed, Peter dropped to his 
knees, allowing me to step into them.

As he pulled them upward toward my waist, I felt his 
breath on my pego - his head lingered at crotch height. 
Without moving my head, I glanced downward, noticing 
that Peter's tongue was poking slightly out from between 
his lips.

Did he lick his lips? I was unsure.

Still on his knees, Peter held the pantaloons in place 
whilst I fastened the small button that held them around 
my waist. As soon as my hands had fixed the button into 
place, Peter let go of the waistband, and moved his 
hands to my crotch.
 
Slowly and deliberately, he made the required movements 
to close the cloth around the small pearl coloured 
buttons. I tended to my shirt ruffles and cuffs, 
straightening them, as Peter, still hunched in front of 
me, touched my legs and flaccid prick.
 
I could feel his nimble fingers gently touch me, and 
then move away as though trying not to arouse my 
suspicious that his touches were deliberate. I stood for 
a moment after Peter had finished with the buttons, 
looking at him with more intent now. My feelings of 
doubt no longer present – he had touched me on purpose, 
and although my prick was still flaccid, he could not 
draw his eyes away from the outline of it beneath my 
pantaloons.
 
Touching him gently on the shoulder, he took his cue, 
standing in front of me. I thanked him for his help, to 
which he only nodded. He took a step backwards and 
sideways, bowing slightly.
 
I would have to quiz Eliza and Verity about Peter, I 
thought to myself.

I proceeded out of my room and onto the large landing of 
my family home - sunlight streaming in through the two 
large windows at either end of the building. I glanced 
up at some of the portraits that hung on the walls, 
noticing that there wasn't one of me there. How could 
there be? I had never sat for a portrait in my life.
 
I made a mental note to ask Father about getting one or 
two commissioned when he returned from London in a few 
days time. I headed down the stairs to the dining room, 
from where a combination of wonderful smells was 
emanating.

Verity was already at the table eating when I entered 
the dining room. She nodded her "good morning" to me as 
she chewed on something. The smell was even more 
powerful and satisfying to my nose now, and my stomach 
rumbled in anticipation.

Edgar and Eliza stood silently at the opposite side of 
the table near a small trolley, upon which a large 
silver platter and a covered tureen sat. As I took my 
chair, Edgar moved toward me, Eliza following with the 
trolley.

"Good morning Sir," Edgar said as he unfolded my napkin. 
"I hope you slept well."

"Yes, thank you Edgar, I did." I replied taking the 
napkin and placing it on my lap. I shuffled my chair 
forward slightly. "I'm famished and everything smells so 
good!" I said, licking my lips.

Breakfast was a muted affair. Neither Verity nor I said 
much whilst we ate, only when the servants started to 
clear away the used plates and cutlery did Verity ask me 
of my plans for the upcoming day.

"You know, I hadn't given it much thought," I said 
smiling at her. "I was hoping to just relax today, 
perhaps take a ride around the estate or out onto the 
moor – get a breath of fresh air."

"What a wonderful idea," Verity replied, "would you like 
some company?" I replied that I would be pleased for her 
to accompany me on my ride – especially given the fact 
that it had been a number of years since I last saw the 
estate and the surrounding moorland, and she would be my 
guide.
 
I did not tell Verity at the time, but I was pleased 
that she had offered to go with me as I had a slight 
fear of getting lost – and that would have been very 
embarrassing.

"I shall go to the stable and prepare the horses for our 
ride," Verity told me and almost ran from the dining 
room with excitement.

Laughing gently at Verity as she raced from the dining 
room, I stood from my place at the table and patted my 
stomach. "That was wonderful Edgar," I said, "please 
give the cook my thanks." Edgar replied that he would. 
"Did you pass on my message to my parents?" I asked.

"I did, Sir," Edgar responded. "His Lordship apologises 
for his absence on your first full day home. This visit 
to London was planned some time ago and due to 
circumstance the timing of it was unchangeable."
 
I nodded my understanding, recalling that several of the 
letters I had received whilst away with the army - they 
had told of how the estate management had changed now 
that trade routes had been set up, of how fast clipper 
ships were now transporting goods from all over the 
globe back to England and vice versa.

My family in particular had taken the opportunity with 
both hands and had started selling a portion of the 
estates natural resources overseas as well as importing 
goods either for resale or for use on the estate itself, 
and thus far, due to James' involvement mainly, the 
estate had made a decent profit from the endeavour.

Edgar informed me that this trip was an opportunity for 
the estate to re-negotiate prices for items that it was 
currently buying and selling, and to negotiate the 
purchase of new items from recently opened trade routes.
 
Mr. James, Edgar said, was eager to see these new goods 
and wanted the opportunity to gauge what, if anything 
the estate would benefit from. Edgar also said that my 
Mother, although nothing to do with the business of the 
estate, had taken the opportunity to go to London to 
shop for new clothes, and for items for the house too as 
she had heard from her cousin, my Aunt Jennifer, about 
new and wondrous things from far-flung places.

An hour or so later, Verity breezed into the house 
calling my name. I was in the library, reading an old 
tome when I heard her. Smiling at her broadly, I entered 
the hallway. She took me by the hand and we made our way 
out of the house. We walked toward a pair of chestnut 
brown horses that stood patiently at the bottom of six 
stone steps.

After mounting her horse, Verity dismissed the groom and 
patted the saddlebag behind her. "I took the liberty of 
getting Eliza to organise a picnic for us," she told me. 
"I thought we could take the full day." I nodded my 
approval and mounted. Verity led the way and trotted off 
toward the brook. I followed; taking in a deep lungful 
of air.

We rode for an hour or so chatting all the while, 
occasionally we stopped to admire the birds or plants. 
Verity told me of her life thus far.
 
She told me that Father had arranged a tutor for her so 
that she could stay at home whilst gaining her 
education, and that currently, her tutor had gone home 
to arrange and attend the funeral of her Mother, who had 
died ten or so days prior to my arrival.
 
The tutor, a Miss Etheringham, I was informed would be 
returning within two weeks to resume her duties. We rode 
for another hour.

We were ready for our picnic. The sun was high in the 
sky, with not a cloud in sight. I felt hot and sticky, 
so I suggested to Verity that we might stop somewhere 
with a bit of shade, or perhaps somewhere with water 
nearby. She agreed, leading us to a small copse of 
trees.
 
After dismounting and retrieving the picnic from her 
saddlebag, we walked a few steps into the tree line, 
found a small clearing and sat down to eat. We could see 
the horses grazing the last of the green grass. Happily, 
the two horses nuzzled each other.
 
During our meal, I took the opportunity to talk about 
Peter. Verity was quite forthcoming.

"Oh Peter," she said coldly. "He's a nice boy – for a 
servant."

"Does Father or anyone else know about what you two have 
been getting up to?"

"Good gracious, no." Verity giggled, taking a drink from 
a small flask. "No. Nobody except for you and me," she 
took another draught from the flask. "Peter, of course, 
and Eliza." She added returning the cork to the flask. I 
was quite shocked that Verity and the servants were 
having sex with each other. Allowing Eliza to use 
tweezers on her pussy was bad enough – but to have sex 
with them as well!
 
She smiled, giggled again at the look of astonishment on 
my face. "Do you think that Peter would still be in our 
employ if Father did know?" I shook my head, she 
continued. "No, neither do I."

"When did you two start, well, you know." I asked taking 
a bite of the sandwich I'd chosen from the basket 
between us.

"About a year or so ago," she said. "It was the night of 
my fourteenth birthday, and I managed to persuade James 
to get me something to drink. Brandy I think it was." 
She began searching through the picnic bag, obviously 
looking for something.
 
"Anyway, I got very drunk and when Father saw me, he 
ordered Peter to take me upstairs and put me to bed." I 
selected another sandwich, and took the other flask from 
the bag. I moved from where I had been sitting on the 
ground, and rested my back up against a tree trunk.

"Which of course he did," she continued, "I was so drunk 
that I couldn't even undress myself - so he took it upon 
himself to do it for me." Smiling wryly, she stopped 
searching the bag as she recalled the occasion. "I began 
hugging him, and I think I kissed him more than once." 
She smiled a broad smile and giggled again.
 
I looked at her smile, and just knew that it was 
something that I would grow to love as the years passed.
 
"Of course, he tried to stop me from kissing him, but I 
ignored him and kept on." She chuckled to herself at the 
thought. "After he'd taken off my dress - I remember 
falling backwards onto the bed," she recalled, taking a 
small bite of her sandwich.
 
"He started to remove my stockings and at one point, he 
tickled my feet so much that I almost peed myself 
laughing!" She giggled again at the thought. "Anyway, by 
the time he'd gotten my stockings off the only garments 
I had on were my petticoats, it was a struggle, but he 
managed to get them off."

"Did he force himself upon you?" I asked. She shook her 
head.

"No, it was actually the other way around."

"Tell me."

"I was going to!" She cried, "stop interrupting!"
 
I held my hands up to signify that I had surrendered, 
and wouldn't say anything else.
 
She continued. "After he'd taken off my petticoats, and 
I was naked, he dragged me to my feet so that he could 
pull back the bed covers." Leaving the picnic things, 
she moved across the clearing and sat next to me with 
her back against the same tree trunk.

"Anyway, I was swaying a lot and simply had to hold onto 
him for support," she said. "With one hand, he managed 
somehow to hold me up and pull back the covers and 
that's when it happened."

I was about to open my mouth to speak but she cut me 
off.

"In my urgency to get into bed, I staggered forward, 
tripped on his feet and landed in a heap on the floor." 
She brushed her hair away from her bright blue eyes.
 
"I was giggling as I remember, and as I was giggling, I 
was looking up at him. He seemed quite annoyed at the 
fact that I was being uncooperative – I think he forgot 
I was drunk!" She laughed. "He said something that I 
don't remember now, and bent down to pick me up, his 
face was level to mine, so I kissed him again."

"He resisted again of course," she spoke slowly 
remembering. "He tried to stop me kissing him by 
standing up, and when he did; his crotch came into my 
line of sight. I remember that my head was swaying back 
and forth, but my thoughts were clear – well, as clear 
as they can be for someone drunk!"

She stopped talking for a moment, and I kept quiet, I 
didn't want to spoil her train of thought. "I reached 
out with both my hands, and grabbed his pantaloons, in 
all honesty, I was trying to pull myself up, but they 
came down, and that's when I saw it." She measured out a 
distance of about seven or eight inches between her 
hands.
 
"I was astounded, I'd never seen something that big 
before. Even James isn't that big," she giggled. I 
didn't dare ask how she knew how big James' pego was – 
even though I was sure she'd tell me at some point.

"Before he could reach down to pull up his pantaloons to 
hide this monstrous thing between his legs, I grabbed a 
hold of it and lifted it up to my eye level, so that I 
could see it better in the darkness." She made a circle 
with her hands that must have been one and a half or two 
inches across the middle.

"It was difficult for me to hold onto with one hand, so 
I grabbed it with both my hands," she said. "Then it 
started to change. It started to rise and swell. It was 
amazing to see something as big as that grow even bigger 
in my hands."

"It was almost as if it had a mind of its own, it grew 
and grew almost uncontrollably. Of course, I know now 
what had happened, but at the time, I was naοve, and 
didn't have a clue. My previous experiences were all 
with other girls – a nanny here, a nanny there, one or 
two of the servants that are no longer in the families 
employ, that sort of thing." I felt my prick twitch at 
the thought of her having sex with all those women.
 
She closed her eyes at the memory of this huge prick 
engorging and swelling before her, "After a moment or 
two the thing was pointing at the ceiling, and it was 
forcing my hands apart – I mean the size of it was 
amazing.

"I couldn't hold on to it, my fingers, which had been 
touching, were forced apart." She moved her fingers 
apart slightly as if to emphasise the change in the 
girth of his prick. "I was mesmerised. My mouth fell 
open – I was unable to speak.
 
"That's when he lowered his hand to it, and made it 
horizontal; then he pushed the tip of it into my mouth.

"I almost choked on it, it was that big," she said 
opening her mouth as wide as she could get it. "He'd 
pushed it so far into my mouth that I could feel the 
thing touching every part of my mouth at the same time." 
She paused a second, as if reliving the moment.
 
"I pulled my head backwards to escape from this huge 
thing in my mouth. But when I'd almost escaped, and only 
the head was still in my mouth, he grabbed my hair and 
thrust his hips forward, forcing it back into my mouth 
again. This was a surprise to me, and although I didn't 
have that choking feeling that time, the size of it was 
still a shock."
 
I didn't say anything to Verity, but my prick had been 
swelling in my pantaloons – I didn't know whether or not 
she'd noticed it, but regardless, she continued to 
speak.

"After pushing it forward, a small amount, he pulled it 
back again, and then started to repeat the process. This 
went on for a moment or two and then, in a voice that 
sounded most unlike his own, he said to me; Suck! Suck!"
 
My prick was swelling very quickly now, and I could feel 
the pressure of it against my thigh. "I started sucking 
on it without even thinking about it," Verity said.

"As I was sucking on it, he was thrusting harder and 
harder into my mouth, all the time saying in this deep 
voice, suck!" She placed her hand on my thigh, near my 
crotch. "I had to obey him," she continued, "I sucked 
and sucked and sucked for all I was worth, and then 
without warning, he stopped moving, I felt his thing 
swell a little more, and it throbbed terribly before 
this torrent of hot liquid hit the back of my mouth. All 
I could hear was him grunting."
 
She moved her hand upward, toward my prick - which was 
now painfully evident to both of us through my 
pantaloons. Touching it tenderly, she continued 
speaking.

"He must have erupted forth his seed for at least a 
minute; I had to swallow it all," she said, "I was 
swallowing for all my worth, but I still felt a few 
dribbles escaping down the sides of my mouth and onto my 
chin."
 
She slid down the tree trunk until she was lying flat on 
the ground next to me, her hand still on my prick. 
Turning over onto her stomach, she spoke again.

"When he'd finished giving me his seed, he withdrew from 
my mouth, and rubbed the tip of his monster around my 
mouth and chin. He pushed it back into my still open 
mouth and I, automatically began sucking again. I 
couldn't help myself, I had to suck it."
 
She began to unbutton the small pearl buttons on my 
pantaloons, relieving the pressure on them slightly with 
each button she undid. As she opened the fourth one, my 
prick sprang out and she grabbed it with her left hand. 
Verity started to rub gently back and forth, I didn't 
say anything, or try to stop her. My cock grew to her 
touch.

"When he pulled it out of my mouth again, I tried to 
stop him," Verity said, "I tried so hard to keep his 
wonderful prick in my mouth. He stepped backwards and 
soon I couldn't reach it, well, not without moving 
anyway."
 
She shifted her position slightly so that her head was 
nearer my swollen member. She kissed it gently. "Then he 
helped me up onto my feet," she said. "I kissed him 
again, tried to grab his prick again, but he pushed me 
onto the bed."

She kissed my member again, and again, again. She ran 
her tongue up shaft; used the tip of her tongue on the 
head, then ran her tongue back down to the hairy base, 
all the time frigging my, by now, almost painful 
erection, with her hand.

I was just about to lift her head away from my pego when 
she suddenly engulfed it with her mouth. I could feel 
her hot breath surrounding it; she was using her tongue; 
moving it from side to side in quick rapid movements, 
and all the while sucking as if her life depended upon 
it.

I groaned and my cock twitched. As abruptly as she'd 
started sucking, she stopped.

She hopped up to her feet, hoisted her skirts up to her 
waist, and to my utter amazement, sank onto my prick 
right down to the base. Moving her hips back and forth, 
she began to fuck me like a seasoned professional of 
more advanced years.
 
I opened my mouth to speak again, and heard myself groan 
instead. She leant forward to kiss me, and as she did 
so, the feelings in my prick changed and I almost 
erupted there and then.

Leaning back after the kiss, she grabbed her skirts 
again and lifted them clean over her head, removing the 
dress completely. I could see her small breasts with her 
little pink coloured rosebud nipples staring me straight 
in the face. I reached up and rubbed my finger against 
one of them, feeling it grow hard under my touch.

My other hand moved to her hip, and held her slim waist. 
By the movement of my hand and wrist, I encouraged her 
movement, trying to make her move faster – she refused 
to be swayed however, and stayed her action, standing 
up.

"What …" I managed to say. "What are you doing? Are you 
stopping?" She shook her head. "Then what ..."

"I want you to make love to me," she said lying down 
next to me again, legs spread slightly. As I stood and 
removed my pantaloons, she moved her left hand down to 
her hairless quim, and began to flick her finger back 
and forth across the top of her little slit, engorging 
her already swollen clit.
 
Almost immediately she opened her legs that bit further 
to allow me access to her. I dropped to my knees, and 
she stopped using her fingers. Instead, she grabbed both 
of her legs behind the knees and lifted them toward her 
chest. "Fuck my pussy this time," she gasped, "I want to 
feel you deep inside of me!"

I obliged, making sure that I didn't enter her backside. 
I thrust home. Gently at first, I began to rock back and 
forth on my knees, trying to take things easy, so that I 
did not spend, even though I was so excited at this 
point and could have spurted within a second.
 
She raised her backside off the ground a little and 
began moving against my thrusts – as I thrust in, she 
opposed the movement, causing some friction between us. 
She would explain later that when she did that, she got 
a tingling sensation in her clit that felt amazing and 
that, given enough stimulation, would send shock waves 
of pleasure throughout her whole body, causing her to 
loose liquid in rapid jets.

"Fuck me harder," she moaned into my ear, "Fuck me 
harder!" I obliged, slightly. I was trying to think of 
other things to avoid spending. I closed my eyes to help 
myself.
 
I saw Eliza, naked in front of me, playing with her 
breast with one hand and her cunny with the other – she 
too was flicking at the top of her slit with her 
fingertips, causing her clitoris to swell as Verity's 
had done. Involuntarily, I started fucking her faster 
and faster, I knew that I would spend very soon.

"Ohhh," I cried, "Ohh!"


"Spend!" She moaned, "Spend deep inside me, brother!"

I could feel my body's urgings deep within me, and 
almost unconsciously, my thrusting speed increased 
again. I felt lightheaded. My prick seemed to grow and 
swell deep inside Verity's young cunny, and I could feel 
the tip touching her womb.
 
Verity responded by moving her hips and backside even 
faster herself, and then I spent! I sent my seed 
crashing into her. It seemed as though my cock was on 
fire as I spent, I could feel wave after wave of seed 
spurting out of me and into her taut, lithe body. Her 
body went stiff – she arched her back, her head tilted 
backward – she gasped aloud as her orgasm hit like a 
punch to the stomach!

For what seemed like an eternity, I lay embedded deep in 
my sisters' bald cunny, my prick still spurting seed. I 
collapsed to one side, my prick completely deflated.
 
She let her fingers drift down her body to her quim, 
sending little electrical charges through her, causing 
aftershocks to erupt all over her body.
 
With her legs still spread, Verity began to probe her 
insides with two digits. After a second or two, she 
pulled them out, thrusting them deep into her mouth - 
sucking my spending from them nosily. She repeated this 
several more times, and eventually turned on her to side 
to face me as I lay on my back panting for breath.

"Thank you dear Christopher," she purred, "that was 
every bit as good as the first time Peter fucked me with 
that monstrous cock of his!" She placed her hand on my 
prick, patting it gently. "You really are an excellent 
lover."

I lay; eyes closed thinking of how wrong this was, but 
how good it felt.

I knew that once again, lust had overtaken me, I vowed 
never to let it happen again – but how wrong I was, over 
the next ten years, I would fuck Verity regularly, 
telling myself each and every time afterward, that that 
would be the last time, but it never was.

Moreover, Verity, the minx, despite her tender years, 
led me astray on more than one occasion.

Tales of which, I shall relay presently.


-= Chapter Three =-
 
The following day Verity told me that her friend, Mary-
Ann would be visiting from Cambridge University. Mary-
Ann had lived in the village that made up part of the 
estate, and before advancing into further education at 
age sixteen, had became Verity's friend.

Her Father was the local clergyman. As a member of the 
clergy's daughter, Mary-Ann had been given the 
opportunity to attend one of the finest schools in 
England to obtain an excellent education – in my 
opinion; she was a very lucky girl.

Verity told me that Mary-Ann would be arriving just 
after noon, and that that evening they had arranged to 
go down to the village to visit her parents – she would 
be staying at the house with us, however. Not that that 
mattered to me, there was ample space.

At a quarter past twelve a carriage became visible on 
the gravel road in front of the house. Verity, who had 
been standing vigil in a room upstairs, came flying down 
the staircase like a mad thing, "She here!" She cried as 
ran past me, her youthful exuberance spilling out of 
her.

I made sure that my clothing was straight before I 
ventured out of the house to meet Mary-Ann. Edgar and 
Peter entered the hall from one of the panelled doors 
that lead to the servants' areas, and proceeded outside, 
I followed them.

Verity scampered down the steps onto the gravel, and 
didn't stop until she almost collided with the carriage, 
which was slowing down as it approached the house.
 
Instead of waiting for the driver to stop, Verity 
grabbed at the handle and yanked it open with such force 
that I thought it might shear from its hinges.

A young girl about eighteen or nineteen appeared in the 
doorway with her arms stretched outward – she grabbed 
Verity, and gave her a massive hug. The driver of the 
coach pulled to a stop quickly. As they greeted each 
other, I could tell that they were very close friends.
 
They hugged and kissed, and examined each other – 
commenting on hairstyle and feature changes that had 
occurred since last they'd seen each other. It was 
several minutes before Verity became calm enough to 
remember my and the servants presences.

"Oh! Mary-Ann," she extolled quickly coming over to me 
and, grabbing my hand, dragging me toward her friend. 
"This is my brother, Christopher!" I smiled at Mary-Ann, 
who offered me her hand. Gingerly, I took it, stooped 
and kissed it.

"I'm honoured to make your acquaintance," I said. 
"Please, come into the house, you must be in need of 
refreshment after your journey." She nodded, and brushed 
her hair away from her deeply coloured green eyes.
 
As soon as Verity had clasped her hand, they headed into 
the house. The servants had been waiting for this queue, 
and as soon as the girls moved away, they proceeded to 
remove the luggage, conveying it upstairs to one of the 
bedrooms.

I followed them into the house and into the dining room. 
Eliza curtsied as I entered and hurried away toward the 
door to the kitchen.
 
Edgar had seated Mary-Ann in the chair nearest the head 
of the table; Verity had dragged the nearest chair up so 
that they could sit right next to each other. I took my 
place at the head of the table – whilst Father was away, 
I'd allowed myself to sit in his chair. Mary-Ann 
whispered something to Verity and then excusing herself, 
she exited the room.

"She's gone to powder her nose," Verity explained as I 
watched Mary-Ann leave the room, a look of curiosity on 
my face. "Tell me, what do you think of her?"

"I don't know!" I said quickly, "I haven't had the 
chance to get to know her yet!" I smiled at Verity. "Ask 
me again tomorrow."

"I will," agreed Verity. "I'm so glad she's here!" The 
smile on her face broadened, if that were possible. "The 
next few days will be such fun!"

During our luncheon, Verity and Mary-Ann chatted and 
gossiped about the things that had happened to them 
since they'd last been together. Mostly boring girl talk 
as far I was concerned, but every now and then Mary-Ann 
mentioned some boy or other that had tried to court her 
attention in Cambridge, and I was called on to give my 
opinion of some boy whom I'd never met.

At other times, I occasionally nodded at them when one 
of them remembered to include me in the conversation, 
but didn't say much to either of them – not that would 
have noticed anyway, they were far too deeply engrossed 
in each other.

As they idly chatted, I had had the opportunity to get a 
better look at Mary-Ann.
 
Her hair was the most magnificent shade of strawberry 
blonde that I'd ever seen, and she had it tied back in a 
bun – it was quite formal. Her dress revealed her 
cleavage to me, but not overly so. I could see her 
breasts straining against the flimsy material – both 
nipples just barely visible to my wandering eye.
 
My imagination wandered slightly, and my mind conjured 
up a picture of Mary-Ann standing naked in front of me – 
my eyes drawn to her crotch with its covering of flimsy 
pubic hair, or maybe she was bald, like Verity. The 
possibilities were endless.

I compared what I could see of her cleavage against what 
I knew to be Verity's bosom. Mary-Ann's breasts must 
have been five or six times the size of my sisters'. I 
smiled at the thought of seeing them in the flesh, and 
decided that at some point in the near future, I would 
have to accidently see her naked either in the morning, 
or at whatever time she bathed.

A short while after I'd finished my meal, I stood, and 
after making my pleasantries, excused myself. Seated in 
the library a few moments later, I could hear them 
chatting, laughing and giggling. This carried on for 
another forty-five minutes and then silence fell upon 
the house. Verity stuck her head around the library 
door, a wide beaming smile on her lips.

"Mary-Ann and I are going upstairs to freshen up before 
we go to see her parents." Before I had the chance to 
reply - she was gone, and the door was closed firmly 
behind her.

I tilted my head, shrugged my shoulders, and returned to 
my reading. I finished the chapter I was reading, and 
after placing my bookmark, I laid the book down, stood 
up, headed for the door.
 
Stepping into the hallway, I noticed that the house was 
quiet apart from the odd muffled noise coming from 
upstairs.

The image of Mary-Ann naked flooded back into my mind. 
This might be a good opportunity to try to peek at her, 
my brain told me, I almost ran up the stairs towards 
Verity's room. I knew that Mary-Ann had been allocated 
the room next door.

A low moan emanated from one of the rooms as I 
approached the door to Verity's bedchamber. Turning my 
head so that I could hear better, I stood stock-still 
and listened for a moment. Who ever had groaned, did it 
again.

'What could be causing that?' I wondered somewhat 
innocently, and tiptoed carefully toward the nearest 
door. After checking that none of the servants where 
nearby, I crouched, positioning my eye to the hole.

Looking through the small keyhole, my eyebrows raised in 
astonishment at the view of Mary-Ann and Verity lying 
head to toe with each other on the floor, each holding 
the others' head in what looked to be a vice like grip 
between her own thighs. 

Verity was lying to her friends' left hand side, she was 
licking at the hairy cunny presented to her with gusto, 
and I could hear the sound of slurping.
 
Two of Verity's fingers were lodged to the hilt inside 
of Mary-Ann, moving back and forth with a steady rhythm. 
Marry-Ann groaned again, and I felt my prick twitch 
inside my pantaloons.

Mary-Ann was not quite idle herself. I could see her 
head moving up and down rhythmically. Her arm also 
moved, but horizontally. I assumed that she was doing 
the same actions as Verity-to-Verity.
 
Her head movements were slight it appeared from my 
vantage point, but never the less it was an amazing 
sight!
 
In addition, I knew that her tongue would be busy 
licking the folds of Verity's cunny.
 
My prick twitched again, and I could feel it begin to 
swell against my thigh.

I had to get a better view! But how?

I racked my brains trying to think of a place nearby 
that would allow me to gain a better view. It was then 
that I remembered the adjoining door that lead into what 
had been my parents' room when I had been a baby and a 
toddler.

My parents had purposely built an adjoining door between 
these two rooms, so that whilst my Mother had been 
nursing her new-born children she could have quick 
access to the nursery when necessary during the night. I 
ran at almost full pelt down the hallway to the next 
door, thrusting it open.

Coming to my senses quickly, and so that they wouldn't 
hear me, I crept into the room. Closing the door 
cautiously, I looked around the room and noticed that 
the servants had already unpacked Mary-Ann's luggage.
 
Her nightdress had been neatly folded and placed on the 
bed by the pillows, her travelling trunk sat unopened 
nearby. I stole across the wooden floor to the door 
embedded into the wall panels on my right.

Immediately I saw that there was no key hole! I felt 
deflated, but resolved to get my better view. Slowly, I 
opened the door a millimetre, trying not make any sound 
as I did so.

Luckily, the hinges of the door did not make any sound 
as the door opened.

I could hear them again, and the groaning and the 
slurping continued – if anything, the noises they were 
making had increased, and I felt sure that they had not 
heard me.

Peering into the room through the crack in the door, I 
was disappointed to see absolutely nothing apart from 
the door that I had been behind only a few moments 
earlier. They had moved! A foot entered and left my 
field of vision.

They were on the bed! Moving my eye rapidly around the 
room, I noticed a chaise-long a short distance from the 
door I was behind.
 
It had a blanket draped over its backrest that fell all 
the way to the floor, I noticed. That would be perfect. 
If I could get behind that without being noticed, I 
could peep without being seen!

The noise from the girls abruptly stopped seconds before 
I was going to open the door more than it already was. 
Verity told Mary-Ann to move to a different position on 
the bed, which she must have done, as a few seconds 
later, the slurping and the verbal encouragement started 
up again.

Verity was talking this time. She was speaking in 
excited tones to Mary-Ann; telling her what she was 
feeling in great detail - my prick – which had deflated 
slightly, twitched again at lurid and erotic talk 
emanating from the room.
 
'Verity,' I thought, 'you little wanton slut!'

I made my move from the doorway, slowly and carefully – 
timing my movement to when they were making as much 
noise as possible.
 
Still trying not to make any noise, I opened the door 
just wide enough for me to get through, whilst crouched 
down on my hunkers.

"Oh yes," Verity cried, and I made my move. "Yes, just 
there! That's the spot!"
 
Verity screamed with pleasure, and although I was 
tempted to look at this point to see what was happening, 
I didn't. Flipping the door closed with my left hand as 
soon as I was in the room, I scrambled to the chaise-
long, and managed to squeeze into the small gap behind 
it.
 
As luck would have it, the door closed silently. When 
they were finished neither of them would notice that it 
had even been open at all.

Lying on my right side, I lifted the blanket slightly, 
and stared out from beneath it. I could see Mary-Ann and 
Verity stretched out on the bed.
 
Verity spread akimbo, her lover between her legs - her 
arms and hands stretched out toward Verity's face.

I could see Mary-Ann's nimble fingers manipulate 
Verity's nipples with a light touch.
 
Those nipples, I noticed, had grown considerably from 
the last time I had seen them excited, and as I looked, 
it seemed to me that they were still growing!
 
Verity was moaning and rubbing her hands through the now 
ruffled hair of Mary-Ann, grabbing it and pulling it 
gently toward her – pulling the lapping head ever deeper 
into the gap between her legs and her very, very swollen 
clitoris.

"Up a bit," came a weak voice, "no, left a little." I 
could see Mary-Ann's head bobbing up and down as she 
licked furiously.
 
Moments went by and I could see that Verity was 
physically shaking, at the sight my pego reminded me it 
was there, by starting to stiffen once again.

Another low moan emitted from Verity's open mouth, and 
it grew louder as Mary-Ann's hands shifted position to 
grasp Verity's hips. As her fingertips traced lightly 
over her body, the moan grew and grew, and was almost a 
scream by the time Verity had arched her back in 
readiness to spend.

Throwing her head back onto the bed was a sign that I 
recognised, and I knew what was fast approaching. Verity 
turned her head to face me, and I saw the broadest smile 
- her white teeth bared before me. As she screamed a 
silent scream of orgasmic pleasure. Pleasure etched upon 
her face.

'She's spending right now!' I thought. My mind raced! My 
cock jumped – reminding me again, that it was there, and 
it wanted attention!

Instinctively, I let go my grip on the blanket, using 
both hands to slide my pantaloons down over my ever-
stiffening cock. I lifted the blanket again, gripping it 
tightly.
 
Stimulating my prick briskly with two fingers and my 
thumb, I started masturbating. My fingers never strayed 
far from the head, until I felt it grow to its hardest 
under my touch.

As I looked at the girls, they changing positions yet 
again, my hand automatically changed its grip on my 
member, and I began my rubbing with a new sense of 
urgency.
 
I watched them move around – catching sight of the thin 
lips of flesh that hid the entrance to their cunnies – 
Verity's bald groin and Mary-Ann's hairy nest.
 
My prick swelled uncontrollably again, as my brain 
processed what I was looking at. My balls began to 
bounce off my thigh as I increased the tempo of my 
frigging.

Verity relaxed eventually – her spend complete. Her back 
slowly levelled out, and as she touched the bedclothes 
once more, Mary-Ann moved from between her legs, and 
laid herself on top of Verity's small breasts. They 
kissed. I could see Verity's tongue probing upward into 
Mary-Ann's mouth.

"Stay there!" Verity whispered her voice slightly 
hoarse. She had recovered some measure of strength 
because she clambered off the bed and moved out of my 
view.

My attention focused on Mary-Ann. Her hand was moving 
between her legs, and I could see that she was playing 
with herself. I heard a squelch as her fingers moved 
about, and I definitely noticed that they were now 
glistening with her love juice when she removed them 
long enough to have a quick suck.

'Mary-Ann must soaking,' I thought, and my prick 
engorged a little more – causing me slight amounts of 
pleasurable pain.
 
Even though I thought it couldn't get any bigger, at the 
sight of her opened, glistening pussy, it did. The 
feelings I was getting were extremely intense, and I 
groaned as quietly as I could.
 
My hand movements increased yet again, and the sound of 
my balls slapping against my leg filled my ears. I knew 
that I would spend soon, but I prayed that they would 
not hear me above the noises of their lovemaking.

Verity reappeared carrying what looked like a piece of 
long, but thick, cylindrical wood, dropping it on the 
bed next to Mary-Ann.
 
My swollen prick throbbed uncontrollably once more, and 
I began to spend copiously. Thick jets of my seed 
spilled out and landed in thick globules on the blanket. 
I was moaning – though quietly, trying not to let them 
hear me.

I milked every drop of seed out of my now aching prick, 
and I could feel my body tingling all over. My breathing 
was heavy, my cock throbbed, but still, I watched 
eagerly – keen to see what they would do next.
 
My head swam slightly as I became intoxicated with lust.

"Tastes good!" Mary-Ann said lasciviously, after licking 
her juice covered fingers again. They kissed 
passionately - a long and sloppy sounding kiss emanated 
from between them as Verity sucked up her lovers' 
juices.
 
Verity grabbed the wooden stick. She inserted it into 
her mouth, and began sucking on it as a woman who loved 
to suck on a prick would. Lustily, she sucked and 
frigged her mouth with the large piece of wood – her 
mouth barely able to encircle it.

It was only now that I could see that the wood was 
carved in the shape of a cock, and it had been 
varnished, to stop the wood from splintering.

Judging by the size and shape, it had been modelled on 
Peter's cock - and it was huge! Either that or it was 
the business end of horses' dick!

Stuffing as much of the wooden prick into her mouth as 
she could, Verity continued sucking.

Saliva dripped and dribbled from the sides of her mouth, 
down onto her breasts – a wonderful sight! I shifted 
position slightly; the arm I was resting on was starting 
to become numb.

I was shuffling about trying to relieve the pressure on 
my arm. Verity pulled the wooden cock from her mouth, 
and positioned it so that Mary-Ann could sit on it – I 
could see it coated in saliva, and as the light streamed 
in through the windows, it bounced off it, making the 
cock's surface glisten beautifully.

Without hesitation, Mary-Ann crouched over the cock, and 
with her fingers dancing over her cunny; she lowered 
herself onto it, almost filling her bum.
 
My cock began filling with blood again – from its semi 
erect state, it was rapidly becoming hard again.

Mary-Ann was facing me, but had her eyes closed, as she 
experienced the feeling of her arse filling with the 
wooden dildo, and I could see that the wooden cock was 
stretching it, filling her almost to capacity, but still 
she kept sliding down upon it.

Mary-Ann slid almost all the way down on the dildo; soon 
though, she was jumping up and down on it, whilst her 
fingers worked on her clit. Verity held the wooden cock 
still as best she could - against the lifting motion 
that it was experiencing as Mary-Ann pulled herself 
upwards. Verity licked her lips with anticipation.

My prick involuntarily twitched, blood rushed to it, 
engorging and swelling it, hurting me slightly. I had 
never seen such things, and the feelings of lust were 
rolling over me like waves hitting a sandy beach – the 
pleasure was relentless.

Mary-Ann's face contorted with pleasure as she moved 
herself up and down. Without warning, she pushed down 
further than I had seen previously. The cheeks of her 
backside touched Verity's fingers – this time she did 
not move upward. "Come around to the front," she 
ordered, eyes clamped shut. "Lick me!"
 
Verity crawled quickly to one side, no longer needing to 
hold the cock buried as it was, totally up Mary-Ann's 
arse, only the slightest amount of wood could be seen 
peeking out of her bum.
 
Moving her head into position, Verity began lapping away 
at the exposed slit that sat below the bush of 
strawberry white hair that was her lovers' pubis.

Mary-Ann moved her hand to touch the dildo, and after 
grabbing it, and just about managing to extract it from 
her arse, began frigging herself.
 
Verity licked Mary-Ann's exposed flesh, biting her clit 
as she lapped at the folds of pussy lips. Mary-Ann's 
arse moved up as far as she dared, and after pausing for 
a split second, drove herself down onto it as hard as 
she could, and as deep as she could.
 
The sight of that dildo being removed almost full 
length, and then pushed into that arse to the hilt was 
driving me insane. My cock was reacting to this vision 
of lust too, throbbing again, and hardening with every 
twitch. I masturbated frenetically.

Verity buried her face as close as she could to her 
objective, and I could hear the sound of her tongue 
flicking away. The slurping and swallowing sounds that 
followed intensified my lust, and I felt my cock harden 
yet again in my hand.

This was getting to be one of, if not the - most erotic 
moments I had ever experienced.
 
Thrusting my hips against the stroking of my hand 
increased the pleasure I was feeling, and drove me on 
into new heights of ecstasy. I fucked my fist as if I 
had never fucked anyone or anything before – the lust, 
the lightheaded feelings I was getting from the pleasure 
that I was feeling, and the visual stimulation not ten 
feet away, was driving me crazy!

Verity had totally obscured my view of Mary-Ann's arse 
being stretched by the wooden cock – but at least I 
could see bald quim and bum hole!
 
I was staring straight at that beautiful sight - and 
from my point of view, it looked delicious – all wet and 
glistening. My prick twitched and throbbed again, but 
the numbness in arm was starting to cause me some 
discomfort now, and I knew I had to move soon.
 
I had fantasies in my head of burying my cock all the 
way up to my balls in Verity's arse while she licked 
cunny, would that I could! I worked my prick harder, 
desperate for release.

"How I wish this wooden dildo was a real prick!" Mary-
Ann exclaimed as she worked the dildo in and out of her 
arse. "Does your brother have a big cock?"
 
The mention of my name by Mary-Ann was all it took to 
make me spend again as copiously as I had done the first 
time. My semen flew out of my cock in thick ropes, 
splashing the blanket.

"It's not as big as this one," Verity replied. "It's 
big, but not unduly so, and it's quite beautiful."
 
I smiled as I remembered fucking her – my imagination 
ran away with me as I thought about what it would be 
like to fuck Mary-Ann, making my still spurting cock 
throb again – sending a little more seed onto the 
blanket.
 
I felt totally spent when my cock eventually came to a 
rest. Soon it started to shrink as if it had enough fun 
for the evening.

Stretching my arm out to try to get the blood flowing 
again, I unfortunately bumped the chaise-long. It moved, 
and made a short sharp screech as it scraped slightly on 
the wooden floor. 'Oh fuck!' I thought to myself.

Obviously, both girls had heard it move. Mary-Ann 
stopped her self-frigging, and Verity's head and upper 
body turned to face in my direction. I lay as still as I 
could, hoping, beyond hope that they would just ignore 
it and continue, but, of course, they didn't.

I heard soft footsteps on the floorboard, and a second 
later, I was looking up at Verity.
 
My face blushed, and if I could have seen my reflection, 
I was sure that my face would have been a deep crimson 
red!

"Christopher!" She exclaimed as she moved the blanket 
away from where it had been. "Get up!"
 
Lying flat on my back, I sighed, and stuffed my prick 
back into my pantaloons. Verity's eyes followed my hands 
as my cock went out of her line of sight and she licked 
her lips. Lust had obviously overtaken her a long time 
ago.

I turned over so that I was facing the floor, and 
quickly sprang onto my hands and knees in preparation to 
stand up. Then an exquisite, but lustful thought entered 
my brain.
 
Rather than stand, I crawled forward carefully and 
nuzzled my head on Verity's leg, close to her smooth, 
hairless quim. I reached up with my hand, and stroked my 
fingertips across her waist and hip, staying away from 
her slit on purpose.

"Does he want to play?" Mary-Ann said standing up – the 
wooden dildo, still lodged deep in her bum hole looked 
simply divine.

"Well?" Verity asked. I tilted my head upward, and 
flicked my tongue toward her fully extended and swollen 
clit – catching it lightly. I heard Verity groan – she 
squatted slightly to allow me to lick her freely.

"I'd say he does," Mary-Ann said with a grin on her 
face. She reached down and plucked the dildo out of her 
swollen anus, I looked at her out of the corner of my 
eye. She held the glistening dildo in her hand. I 
wondered to myself what thoughts were running through 
her head! I prayed she wasn't going to use it on me!
 
She approached, and stuffed the dildo into Verity's 
mouth!

'My God!' I thought as I flicked my tongue at Verity's 
clit.
 
My eyes were drawn to the sight of my sister sucking on 
a wooden dildo that had just come out of her lover's 
backside! My lust level must have jumped by twenty 
places; my cock suddenly began to swell for the third 
time!

Turning on her heel, Mary-Ann walked back to the bed. 
She was wiggling her hips as she did so, teasing me.
 
I watched as her hips wiggled sexily in that way a 
woman's body does when she walks with the intention of 
attracting a mate. My cock throbbed again. She literally 
fell face first on to the bed her legs wide open – 
allowing me a view of both her orifices – and to my eye, 
they looked bloody gorgeous!

Her pussy lips hung loosely together – inviting me in. 
Her bum hole puckered in and out slightly as she placed 
her finger inside.
 
It looked to me that Mary-Ann got a great deal of 
pleasure from playing with her anus – at that time, I 
couldn't say that I disagreed with her.

"Well, come on then!" She urged. I didn't need a second 
telling.
 
I scrambled to my feet and started to loosen the button 
that was holding my pantaloons up. Verity started to 
undo the buttons of my shirt – her nimble fingers 
quickly achieving her task, her mouth still sucking on 
the wooden cock.
 
I fumbled with the buttons that held my prick tightly – 
I was almost fully erect again now, and I could feel it 
pressing against the waistband of my pantaloons - it 
struggled to pass the layer of clothing on its way to 
the vertical zenith of my erection.

Verity dropped to her knees and moved my hands aside. 
She opened each button until my pantaloons dropped to 
the floor. My cock sprang outward slightly, before 
rebounding into a vertical position – I could feel it 
hardening, as the vein on the lower side of it spasmed. 
Blood flowed through it once more.
 
The head of my cock was exposed fully, my foreskin 
pulled back to its limit – any more pressure and I was 
sure it would split! It throbbed uncontrollably.

Standing naked now, apart from my stockings and shoes, I 
could feel Verity touching my balls and cock with her 
fingers – it was responding to her attention, the head 
twitching almost violently.
 
Verity started to frig my prick with slow gentle 
movements, with her free hand removed the dildo from her 
mouth. She threw it on to the bed next to Mary-Ann.

"I, err." I started to say but Mary-Ann cut me off.

"Don't speak!" She commanded, slamming her finger into 
her bum hole again. "Get over here and fill me up!" I 
took a step forward, and lifted my leg out of my 
pantaloons, which had pooled at my feet.
 
Verity quickly engulfed as much of my engorged cock as 
she could at one go, and started to face fuck my prick 
as fast as she could. She deep throated me for a few 
seconds.
 
When she had finished, she let my cock go, and took a 
deep breath in as she gasped for air. I walked, nay, ran 
across the room.

I stopped to look at the vision of beauty that was 
presented before me on the bed – Mary-Ann's beautiful 
backside, her swollen finger filled bum hole, and her 
hair lined quim.
 
As she was too far forward on the bed to allow me any 
entry to her pussy, I grabbed her legs just below the 
knees and pulled her toward me. When she was in the 
right position, I took her finger out of her arse and 
guided it to hold my cock – I pushed forward and she 
guided it in between her pussy lips. I drove home.

"Ah," she cried, "yes!" As I began to thrust slowly, she 
began to move her hips, and backside up and down at the 
same time – stimulating her clit against my prick as it 
slid in and out of her slippery cunt. "Fuck me!" She 
cried. "Fuck me hard!"
 
I ignored her ever so slightly, and did not increase the 
intensity and speed of my thrusts. I did however; slow 
down a little – leaving my prick buried deep inside her 
for a second or two, before pulling it back out to 
repeat the process again.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Mary-Ann exclaimed. "The feeling of your 
cock as it rubs my clit during the stroke is an 
unbelievable feeling. Words are simply not enough to 
describe this feeling!" She spent, copiously, sending 
jets of clear liquid over my pubic hair and legs.
 
I could feel her hips shuddering as I held my cock still 
at the end of my in stroke. She shuddered for over a 
minute. The ripples of her orgasm ripping through her 
like a pebble that has been dropped in water.

I turned my head to look at Verity, but I could not see 
her.
 
All of a sudden she appeared in front of Mary-Ann. 
Crouching on the bed with her bald cunt near to her 
lover's head, she grabbed a handful of hair, and lifted 
upward inviting Mary-Ann to lick her. Mary-Ann didn't 
need asking twice!

The sight of Mary-Ann licking my sisters' cunny whilst I 
was fucking her from behind, was an instant turn-on, and 
both she and I felt my prick swell yet again as it 
pumped in and out of her sodden cunt. Mary-Ann moaned, 
but continued licking.

"Fuck her arse!" Verity said with a nasty, but none the 
less lustful. and very sexy tone in her voice.
 
I knew that lust had a firm grip on her at that moment, 
and she was probably not in full control of her body or 
mind due to the pleasure she was experiencing. "Fuck her 
arse!" She exclaimed as my prick darted in and out of 
that wet, but much lubed pussy.

I withdrew my swollen prick, and felt the walls of Mary-
Ann's cunny tighten her grip on my cock – she was 
flexing the muscles that lined her pussy – trying to 
make me explode. Liquid, white hot and extremely warm 
gushed out of that cunny. It coated me again – some of 
it pooled on the floor beneath the bed, soaking the 
floor.

Without hesitation, I placed the head of my prick 
against her swollen arse. Expecting some resistance, I 
gave a hefty thrust to gain entry.
 
I was amazed and delighted when my prick entered without 
meeting any resistance at all – the walls of her bum 
expanding instantly to accommodate my prick. Due to the 
unnecessary force, that I had used to gain entry, I 
found myself buried right up to my balls at the first 
attempt.
 
Mary-Ann groaned with delight and spent again, sending 
another torrent of that white liquid over my balls and 
down my legs. She continued licking at Verity's swollen 
pink clit, which was now on show in all its glory. 
Verity was holding her cuntal lips open with her 
fingertips.

Verity ground her hips as Mary-Ann continued to lick, 
she moaned and spent; covering Mary-Ann's face with her 
juice!
 
The sounds and sight of this at such close quarters 
spurned me on. Changing my position slightly by lifting 
my leg onto the bed to gain better access, I started 
fucking the curiously tight bum hole even harder and 
faster than I done previously – urged on by the lustful 
feelings that I was experiencing, and the sound of my 
balls hitting her flesh.

I had never felt more alive or more exhilarated than I 
did at that time. "Fuck! Cunt! Arse!" I shouted as I 
pounded into her mercilessly.

Verity spent again and then again in quick succession. 
Through my swollen cock and through the wall that 
separated her cunt and arse hole, I could feel Mary-Ann 
spend again. The muscles contracting and expanding at 
immense speed, as her juices began to flow once more. 
The muscles in her hips and legs began spasaming 
uncontrollably.
 
I felt her copiously spend dribbling out of her cunny 
again. I fucked harder, with much renewed vigour as I 
heard and felt my balls really slapping against Mary-
Ann's clit and quim lips with a sticky sounding slap. 
Then, I felt myself begin to spend.

Quickly, I withdrew my pulsing prick. Staggering onto 
the bed, I aimed my cock at Verity – she reacted with 
reactions equalling that of a scalded cat, and lowered 
her head and upper body down across Mary-Ann's back to 
meet my prick with her face.

I spent and shot my hot, fiery spend onto her face – it 
splattered against her face with such force that she had 
to close her eyes! I was amazed at how much seed I had 
ejaculated – after all, it was my third cum of the day!

"Look at the spunk!" Cried Mary-Ann. "How much spunk has 
he shot!"

It was true. My spunk as Mary-Ann had called it, had 
landed on different parts of Verity's face. There were 
large drops of it on her chin, on her nose, across one 
cheek and by pure luck, some of it had actually entered 
her mouth, and was covering her tongue.

Verity did not stop her movement toward my prick as I'd 
cum. A split second after I'd spurted for the third 
time, she'd engulfed my cock, and was sucking with the 
force of a small tornado – I could feel my prick touch 
her tonsils as she sucked feverishly on me, sucking me 
dry!
 
 "Oh, my Lord!" I said. My whole body was shaking 
profusely from the rush that I was experiencing at that 
second.
 
Verity started moving her head up and down my throbbing 
prick of her own accord, stimulating me with feelings 
somewhat akin to taking a virginal arse for the first 
time.
 
Her lips clamped together, as she forced as much of my 
prick into her mouth on the forward stroke. She sucked 
on the backward stroke of her head, milking me. Each 
time she thrust forward, she swallowed a little more of 
my cock, and after two or three more strokes, she was 
kissing my pubic hair and balls at the same time.
 
I could feel that my cock had pushed down her gullet. 
Verity had the whole of my cock in her mouth, and she 
stimulating me with her tongue as her fingers played 
with my balls.

When I collapsed onto my back exhausted, Mary-Ann moved 
into a crouching position. She reached up and grabbed 
hold of Verity, pulling her face down toward her. Mary-
Ann proceeded to lick up as much of my spunk as she 
could see, each and every tiny droplet ended up in her 
mouth.

When she'd gotten as much as she could, Mary-Ann flopped 
back down onto the bed.
 
Verity took the cue to step away from her face. However, 
Verity wasn't finished yet.
 
She moved to the opposite end of the bed, and fell on 
Mary-Ann's soaked cunt. She began to lick up anything 
and everything. Her mouth, her chin, her cheeks and her 
nose were covered with a combination of spunk and cunny 
juice by the time she came up for air. Verity drank up 
that sweet nectar as fast as she could, she smacked her 
lips with satisfaction as she swallowed the last of it.

"I. I. I ..." I gasped still trying to get my breath 
after witnessing such a wanton display.

I must have passed out at that point because when I 
awoke, I was in bed with both Verity and Mary-Ann. They 
lay on both sides of me, and were both fast asleep.
 
Turning to my side so that Verity was behind me, and 
Mary-Ann in front of me, I slipped my arm over her side 
and took hold of one of her breasts. I found the nipple 
and began tweaking it, and even though she was deeply 
asleep, it began to grow at my touch.

My eyes closed again, and I feel into a warm, 
comfortable, sound sleep, the kind of sleep that you 
only get after a damned good fucking! 


-= Chapter Four =-
 
We slept together all night long, and when I woke an 
hour or two after dawn the next morning, both girls were 
nowhere to be seen. After breakfast, I found them near 
the stable getting horses ready for the trip to see 
Mary-Ann's parents. They told me that they would be 
coming back, but that in all likelihood it wouldn't be 
until later that afternoon, or possibly that evening.

I had told them that it wasn't a problem. I bade them 
goodbye, kissed each of them on the cheek, and watched 
as they rode off – that had been at nine o'clock.
 
I hoped that they would have a good time, and prayed 
that upon their return, they'd be up for some more fun 
with me.
 
The rest of the day passed without anything interesting 
happening, I spent the rest of the morning in the 
library reading. I took a nap after luncheon, trying to 
build my strength up, just in case they decided they did 
want to play again that night.
 
Time passed, the evening meal appeared at eight, and 
afterward I retired to the library to continue reading 
my book.
 
After a couple of hours, I was near the end of the book 
and decided to leave the remaining chapters for 
tomorrow. I glanced at the candle, noticing it was 
almost burned out.

Taking the remains of the candle with me, I made my way 
across the hall, and opened the small panel door that 
lead down to the area of the house that the servants 
used for their quarters. From my childhood, I remembered 
vaguely where the storeroom was so that I could fetch a 
replacement candle.

The flame from the candle danced on the panelled wood as 
I made my way down the stairs, and into a narrow 
corridor. The house was totally silent apart from my 
foot falls, and I felt an eerie sensation – the kind 
that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on 
end. I shivered as I felt a tingly sensation run down my 
spine.

I dismissed it as I would have dismissed one of the 
servants. After all, it was just my imagination playing 
tricks on me – or at least it was trying to play tricks 
on me.
 
Within a few minutes, I had found my way through the 
maze of corridors that led to the storeroom. I turned 
the handle, the candle flickering, as it grew smaller, 
and pushed. The door didn't move. Of course, it was 
locked, as it should be.
 
I decided to that I should go to the kitchen to see if 
there was another candle there, or perhaps even the key 
for the storeroom. I retraced my way back through the 
maze of corridors to the kitchen.
 
When I entered, I glanced around the room quickly, it 
had been some time since I'd been down here, and didn't 
notice anything immediately that might be helpful to me. 
I could see the orange glow of the range, the last 
remnants of heat escaping from it. The silence was 
deafening. I checked a few cupboards, looking for a 
fresh candle.

It was then that I heard a noise. It was coming from one 
of the servants' quarters beyond the kitchen itself.
 
My candle flickered again, now dangerously close to 
going out, as I made my way toward the door on the 
opposite side of the room that led back to where the 
dining room was.
 
As I approached the door, which was slightly ajar, I 
heard another noise. It was muffled, and I couldn't 
quite make it out. I opened the door fully, stepping 
into the dark hallway. Again, I heard a noise, slightly 
clearer than before.
 
It was a low moan. The hairs on the back of my neck rose 
again, I felt yet another chill run down my back. I 
shivered, again.

Immediately, I stopped in my tracks, and spun around on 
the spot trying to see if there was anything or anybody 
in the kitchen with me. The candle went out!
 
In the dim light I saw nobody.
 
I noticed a candle lying the top of the cabinet where 
the plates where stored. I grabbed it, and after 
lighting it off the dying embers of the stove, I heard 
the moan again. It was definitely coming from the 
direction of the servant's quarters. I shivered again 
involuntarily.

I thought about going back to the library, but my 
curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to 
investigate where the noise had come from. I crept down 
the hallway that led upstairs, turning to my left at the 
intersection. I proceeded slowly down the corridor that 
led to where the servants slept. Another moan came to my 
ears – this time much louder. I listened at a door and 
heard nothing so I moved a little further down the 
corridor. Yet again, someone moaned. They, whoever they 
were, were behind the door directly in front of me.

Gingerly, I opened the door, and peered beyond it into 
the darkness. The flame from the candle flickered again. 
The moan came again, followed by a voice.


"Fuck me Eliza, you're titties grow bigger every day!"

I recognised Peter's voice, and heard a female giggle, 
Eliza obviously. I strode into the room, the candle 
illuminating the darkest areas furthest away from the 
door. I saw Peter and Eliza naked on a bed.
 
Peter almost shouted as he saw me looking straight at 
him, "I. Err, we ..."
 
I smiled, and put my finger up to my mouth to signify 
that he should be quiet. He blushed, the cheeks on his 
face turning a crimson red.

"I came looking for a fresh candle," I said, entering 
the room fully at Eliza's eager beckoning. She was lying 
on her side; her head supported by her arm, and was 
looking at me with lusty eyes. "I thought I heard a 
ghost or something, on my way back to the library," I 
lied. "So I came to investigate."

Peter said nothing, but did try to cover his prick with 
his hands, unsuccessfully as it was standing almost 
vertically.

"No need to be shy in my presence, Peter," I said with a 
wide grin on my face as I looked at him trying to be 
modest. "Miss Verity has given me a very accurate 
description of your manhood!" Eliza exhaled that sort of 
breath one does when they hear something unexpected.

"I can assure you, Sir," began Peter the level of his 
voice rising slightly. I cut him off.

"Peter – it's okay," I said quietly. "We're all friends 
here. I have no problem with you and Verity making love 
to each other."
 
At that moment, I didn't actually have an issue with 
either myself or Verity fucking the servants. Call it 
selfish of me if you wish, but I reasoned that in the 
grand scheme of things, shit like this, didn't really 
matter. "Just as there is no problem when I fuck Eliza."
 
Peter's jaw dropped visibly, and Eliza only just stopped 
short of blushing herself, but she said, and did 
nothing. "As long as we all realise that our liaisons 
are to be kept a secret from the rest of the staff and 
my parents, then we don't have a problem." I said 
putting the candle down.

I stared at Eliza's breasts as if it were the first time 
that I'd seen them. Her nipples were erect, and I could 
see from the dew glistening on her thigh. She'd already 
spent at least once. I licked my lips, and my hand went 
to my prick – fondling myself.

Peter got off the bed and went to a small dressing table 
that sat just inside the illumination that my candle 
gave off. He picked up a metal hairbrush.
 
Peter told that sometimes he and Eliza used a hairbrush 
to stimulate Eliza's clit whilst they waited for him to 
regain his stamina, and his erection.

As I undressed, I asked Eliza if the metal teeth from 
the brush weren't too hard to be used on her. She told 
me that she'd grown used to it over time, and that the 
feelings it gave were unique, especially when she was 
almost at the point of cumming.

"When I spend Sir," she explained, letting her free hand 
drift down between her moist thighs, "the brush makes 
the feeling that much better!" I saw a fingertip brush 
the lips of her cunny, and with an ever-broadening smile 
on her face, she began to flick at her clit.

I undressed and was soon naked, semi prostrated on the 
bed near to Eliza's feet.
 
She had shuffled forward so that she could lie flat on 
the bed. and had continued to toy with herself as I 
watched. My semi limp pego was resting on the bed 
between my legs. The sight of Eliza playing with herself 
wasn't that much of a turn on for me, at least not right 
now – I still remember the wanton things that Mary-Ann 
and Verity had done the evening previous.

Peter knelt at the side of the bed, brush in hand; he 
gently ran the metal teeth up across her thigh and onto 
her stomach. I could see what looked like little red 
streaks appearing on her skin as he gently moved the 
brush over her.
 
She closed her eyes as the teeth ran over her by now 
very hard nipples. I continued to watch, my eyes not 
leaving Eliza's body once I had witnessed the work of 
the brush on her nipples and the red marks it left 
behind – almost like slight scratches. Now my prick 
stirred. It throbbed gently.

For several minutes, Peter ran the brush up and down 
Eliza's milky white skin, pausing at times to rub the 
brush in circular movements, rather than just up and 
down her body.
 
It was then that I noticed him swap hands as he 
continued his ministrations to Eliza – now using his 
left hand only. His right was down between his legs, and 
I could see his wrist moving back and forth over his 
erection.

My cock ached to be used; so I moved myself in between 
Eliza's legs, and gently held them apart far enough to 
allow me access to her dripping slit. Peter seeing me 
move toward her cunny, began to play with Eliza's 
nipples again, rubbing the metal teeth of the brush over 
one, then the other, gently at first, then roughly, then 
gently again.
 
Sliding the head of my just starting to become erect 
prick into her fleshly folds, I gazed up at her eyes and 
waited. For some reason, I sought approval before 
thrusting home. Eliza's almost imperceptible nod was all 
I required before I penetrated her silken cunny. Due to 
my cock being semi erect, I didn't get very far with 
that attempt at penetration.
 
I withdrew my cock, and moved myself toward Eliza's 
mouth. She greedily accepted it and started sucking. 
Soon my erection resembled something like an erect cock 
should be. Peter, all the time playing with her nipples 
and on the odd occasion, her engorged clit nursed his 
erection.
 
When the brush touched her clit, Eliza moaned and 
whimpered, even with my cock stuck half way down her 
throat. When I felt that my pego would be able to fuck 
Eliza properly, I withdrew from her mouth and moved 
myself back down to her spread cunt.

Gently at first, I moved back and forth on my knees, 
savouring the heat that enveloped my stiff cock. I was 
determined to take as long a time as possible fucking 
Eliza's sweet hole, and lowered myself to a nipple.
 
Eliza moaned as I nibbled slowly on it, using my tongue 
to flick at the soft strawberry red flesh. I realised 
that Peter had taken the other nipple in his mouth and 
was copying my actions with his mouth.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him pulling his 
head backward gently with Eliza's nipple gripped between 
his teeth, stretching the tender flesh of her breast as 
he did so. Eliza's eyes were closed; and her head was 
flat on the bed. By the smile on her face, and groans 
she was emitting at very regular intervals, I knew she 
was enjoying the attention.

I continued my fucking, but at the sight of Peter biting 
her like that, I instinctively sped up my thrusting, and 
it was several moments before I realised what had 
happened. I slowed down again to a slightly more sedate 
pace.
 
I moved my head from her nipple and began to kiss 
Eliza's cheek. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, and 
flicked eagerly at me. I nibbled her earlobe, and she 
groaned again – slightly louder than she had done 
previously.

Running the tip of my tongue around the lower part of 
her earlobe, I traced a path to her lips and kissed her 
– my tongue finding hers pushed out, ready to explore my 
mouth.
 
Our tongues mingled for a few seconds before I released 
myself. No sooner was my tongue free of her before, it 
was filled by the enormity that was Peter's rock hard 
prick.

He was half kneeling, half standing on the edge of the 
bed, with the head of his cock in Eliza's mouth. As she 
sucked vigorously upon it, I could see his hips 
thrusting back and forth slowly. Eliza's hips started to 
rock back and forth in time with my thrusting, and I 
could feel a small shudder start to build up from deep 
within her.
 
Eliza wasn't attempting to take all of Peters' cock, and 
Peter wasn't even attempting to fill her mouth up with 
it. They were just enjoying the moment, as was I.

Several minutes of both Peter and I fucking her, 
resulted in Eliza cumming.
 
Thrusting twice more, I withdrew from her dripping slit. 
I slid down the bed on my knees – my mouth coming to 
rest between her fleshly moistened lips.

I sucked and lapped at her wet flesh and heard her groan 
– even with Peters' cock stuffed in her mouth. She 
managed to emit a loud grunt of satisfaction.
 
By now Peter had pushed his stiff swollen member as far 
into Eliza's mouth as he could get it, and when I 
glanced up at her face between lickings, I could see her 
cheeks puffed out, as he vigorously fucked her face, 
trying desperately to push as much of himself into 
Eliza's mouth as possible. My cock twitched, and I felt 
the rush of blood to it.

Licking away at her pussy, I heard Peter talking to 
Eliza. He was telling her that he was going to stick his 
cock so far up her cunt that it was going to fill her up 
to bursting. With a lustful tone in his voice, he told 
her was going to fill her up with his hot, sticky cum.
 
When he pulled his wet member out of her mouth, I hopped 
off the bed, and cock in hand started to rub myself.

Eliza scrambled off the bed too, and once Peter had lain 
down in her place, she quickly squatted over his cock, 
sinking onto its hugeness, facing him.
 
From my vantage point, I could see that she had taken 
the full length of him inside her, and from the look on 
her face and his; I could tell that she was using the 
muscles inside of her cunny to squeeze his prick tightly 
– she was milking him and loving every second of it. She 
kissed him, probing his mouth with her tongue.

I positioned myself behind her, and moved my pego toward 
her arse, intent on filling her with it. As I moved to 
the bed behind Eliza, Peter stopped thrusting for moment 
to allow me entry.
 
I gratefully accepted, and push my prick head into the 
opening of her arse hole. She squealed slightly as I 
moved my cock in a little more with each gentle thrust – 
penetrating her anus.
 
It was now obvious to me that Eliza wasn't used to 
taking a cock up her bum hole at all. Perhaps she was 
still a virgin in that area. Well, I thought, not 
anymore!
 
I pushed deeper into her arse, and Peter restarted his 
fucking of her cunny – to which Eliza instinctively 
began thrusting against him, and me.

Peter cupped her breasts and began to make circular 
movements in time with the thrusts of her hips. 

From somewhere deep down in my body – somewhere near the 
base of my cock, I felt the feeling that a man gets when 
he is about to cum. I thought of anything but sex, and 
drove the feeling of wanting to cum away. It took some 
effort, but I managed it.

Peter and Eliza moved as one now – their fucking 
movements almost a blur before my eyes. I knew I was 
fucking against the tide of movement, having forced 
myself out of the rhythm that they had built up, but I 
didn't care.
 
I fucked gently in Eliza's tight, now ex-virginal 
backside. I was going to fuck her for as long as 
possible. I would try to string out this fucking as long 
as humanly possible!
 
A thought crossed my mind, and I stopped fucking Eliza – 
I rested, my cock still wedged tightly in her side her, 
letting Peter bring me off. I could feel his rock hard 
member through the thin membrane that lay between her 
vagina and anus. Peter's rapid fucking was enough to get 
me to cum, eventually.

Eliza leant forward as she moaned, and spent again 
before kissing Peter – her tongue probing his mouth as 
eagerly as she had done minutes before hand with me.

Eliza started to talk as Peter fucked her. "Cunt! Fuck! 
Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She moaned. "Ah! That feels 
so good!" She leant forward and kissed Peter. "My bum is 
tingling!"

Deep within her as I was, I noticed that she was 
shuddering again. Peter had noticed it too. She was 
going to come again. I started fucking her again, and I 
managed to synchronise my fucking speed to his, my balls 
bouncing against Peters cock as we both fucked her with 
ever-increasing ferocity.

Without warning, Eliza came – spurting hot liquid over 
Peters cock - my balls sliding through her juice as they 
flowed out of her. Peter moaned now, and grunted loudly 
suddenly becoming still. I could feel his cock spasm and 
throb. I knew that he was cumming now too – his cock 
buried deep within her pussy.

I continued fucking her arse for another minute, and 
felt both Peters spunk and Eliza's spendings mingle 
together as the mixture dripped on to me. As my balls 
bounced off her cock-filled slit, I felt my cock start 
to pulse uncontrollably.

I groaned and spent! My cock twitched and seemed to 
stretch Eliza's arse hole even more, making her groan 
deeply, as my spunk flowed in short sharp jets out of me 
and into her. I lay across her back as I continued to 
cum deep in her arse.

When eventually my cock slipped out of her swollen hole, 
I stepped away from Eliza and Peter's still entwined 
bodies, and fell gasping to the floor breathing hard. My 
cock ached, as did my lungs – I was sucking in air like 
never before. Sweat dripped from every pore of my body 
as it tingled with pleasure.

Eliza lifted herself away from Peter's now limp body, 
and fell to his side – a huge smile on her face. Sitting 
up from the prostrate position I had fell into, I saw 
Peter turn onto his side to face Eliza. He began to 
stroke her breast – running his fingertips up and down, 
over the flesh and the engorged nipple – she quivered 
and shuddered at his touch.

She was still cumming!
 
The feelings that her body had experienced must have 
been so intense that she was still feeling them even 
now, minutes after the fucking had finished. I noticed 
that her hips and legs were quivering with orgasmic 
delight as her whole body shook with ecstasy.

When she eventually stopped, several minutes later, 
Eliza reached down to her swollen bum hole, and gently 
pushed a finger into it, all the way up to the knuckle!
 
She held it there for a moment, and then after slowly 
and carefully pulling it out – she began sucking upon 
it. She smacked her lips together as she withdrew her 
finger from her mouth, and smiled at me – it was then I 
noticed that she too was sweating profusely.

Talking as though we were old friends, we waited for our 
bodies to recover sufficiently before anyone moved from 
where they either lay or sat.

Eliza told us that she wanted to do it again. Peter and 
I both groaned, and told her that we couldn't – we 
simply didn't have the strength!

After the three of us had recovered enough for both 
Peter and I to get dressed, we both kissed Eliza, and 
she made us promise that we would repeat the night 
again, very soon. We readily agreed, and left Eliza who 
was prostrate on her bed – already asleep.

Closing the door carefully, so as to not make any noise, 
Peter paused, "Sir," he said.

"Peter," I replied. "Tonight, I am Christopher." He 
nodded.

"Thank you," he replied. "That was…" I could see him 
searching for an adequate word.

"Intense." I suggested. He nodded again and walked the 
few paces to another door.

"Very. Very intense." He said, and opened his bedroom 
door, stepping over the threshold.

"Next time we should try and invite Verity." I suggested 
before taking a step or two toward the kitchen door. 
Peter's head poked back out into the corridor to look at 
me.

"Oh, that would be interesting," he said, "Miss Mary-Ann 
too!" He said and clapped his hands together with glee 
at the thought.

"Now there's an idea!" I retorted, smiling at him with a 
broad grin on my face. "Wish I'd thought of that!"

As I made my way back up the stairs and into the hall, I 
heard the clock chime twice, two o'clock - where had the 
time gone.

Several minutes later, I crawled into my bed – my body 
aching all over, but all the while tingling still. It 
was then I realised that I'd left my candle in Eliza's 
room.

As I fell asleep, my thoughts were filled of myself, 
Peter, Mary-Ann, Eliza and Verity all lying in a sweaty 
heap on the floor after a night of vigorous fucking – 
and fingers crossed, it would happen sooner rather than 
later. 


-= Chapter Five =-
 
At lunchtime, the following day Verity and Mary-Ann 
arrived back at the house.
 
Verity explained that Mary-Ann's parents had been 
overjoyed to see her, and they had arranged an 
extravagant meal as way of celebration. Mary-Ann told me 
that they'd drank considerable amounts of alcohol, and 
that time had passed so quickly that when it came time 
to leave, they were incapable of doing even the simplest 
of tasks, and had staggered to bed to sleep. I accepted 
there explanations and left it at that.

The rest of the day was spent quite idly – me doing 
whatever I pleased, and the girls nursing severe 
headaches. After our evening meal, it was decided upon 
that we would sit on the veranda to watch the sun go 
down – the fresh air would do their headaches some good 
I told them.
 
With a girl on either side of me, we sat and watched the 
sun makes its slow descent into obscurity behind the 
trees and hills that lay on the western side of the 
estate.

As the last rays of the sunshine splayed down upon us, I 
heard the clock chime nine times. I called for Edgar to 
bring us a selection of drinks, telling the girls that 
what ailed them would cure them – reluctantly they 
agreed, and we each selected our favourite drink. We 
chatted for an hour or so about whatever gibberish came 
into our heads as we sipped at the drinks, me refilling 
the glasses with regularity.

At about ten, I made sure that there were no servants in 
earshot, and told them what had happened to me the 
previous night. When I'd finished telling my tale, I 
could see that both girls were visibly excited. They 
giggled, whispering to each other – I caught the odd 
word here and there, and could tell that they were 
starting to get excited.

Verity began to tell us of her sexual experiences with 
Peter after their first encounter.
 
Listening to her going into graphic detail about what 
Peter did to her was getting me excited, and I could 
feel my prick swelling inside my pantaloons. I could see 
that Mary-Ann was excited too, and her right hand was 
down in her nether regions – fondling herself through 
her skirts.

The drink was having the desired effect by now, and 
that, as well as the stories we'd been telling each 
other about our sexual experiences had made us all red 
faced and jovial – and not a little turned on. When 
eventually we noticed that it was getting cold sitting 
on the veranda, we retired into the sitting room, and on 
to the floor in front of the fire place. We continued 
our recollections.

Mary-Ann had told of how she and Verity had started 
having their trysts. I sat and listened to her story and 
every now and then, I glanced at Verity, who I thought 
would have been embarrassed by the story.
 
To the contrary she wasn't, I could see from the colour 
of her face that she was getting all excited by the 
combination of the alcohol and by the thoughts of her 
past love making.

At one point, we were all laughing so hard at something 
Verity had said, and none of us heard Edgar enter the 
room. He asked if there was anything further that we 
might require, I asked him to arrange with the cook for 
a light meal to be prepared and for it to be left in the 
kitchen. If we got hungry later, we would just help 
ourselves. Apart from that, we didn't need anything 
else, Edgar said that he would arrange something with 
the cook, and excused himself.

Time passed and I heard the clock chime twelve. By now, 
we were all very drunk.
 
Mary-Ann and Verity were sitting close to each other, 
fondling and kissing each other. I sat in my drunken 
state looking at them as they played – my drunken brain 
fuelling my sexual fantasies – my swollen prick pressed 
against my leg.
 
It made the thoughts streaming through my brain even 
more real. I didn't touch myself though, even if my 
prick wanted me to. I left my pego to its own devices, 
and enjoyed the feelings it was giving me.

In my mind's eye, I could see myself naked with the 
girls – my swollen prick fucking each of their holes in 
turn before spurting my hot, sticky cum.
 
I groaned slightly as I sat, feeling my erection growing 
against my leg. The view of the girls touching each 
other, giggling, kissing and talking to each other using 
lewd language was exciting, and without really realising 
I'd done it, I'd unbuttoned my pantaloons and had 
started playing with myself.

It took what seemed forever for the girls to realise 
what I was doing, and when they did, the pair of them 
crouched in front of my spread legs, and took turns 
touching and licking my member. They teased me so much 
that I thought I was going to explode.
 
At one point, Verity had the head of my pego in her 
mouth, and was sucking me gently, at the same time, 
Mary-Ann was sucking on my balls – her tongue flicking 
at the hairy sacks of flesh.

Without warning, I stood and sent the girls sprawling. 
I'd long since discarded my drink, but as I staggered on 
the spot, I noticed a half filled glass – draining it, I 
belched. After putting down the glass, I started to take 
off my remaining clothes. The girls took their queue and 
followed suit. Soon all three of us were naked, and had 
become a writhing mess on the floor.

Each of us touched, kissed and played with whom-ever was 
easiest to touch, fondle and play with.
 
I could feel fingers, tongues and kisses on various 
parts of my anatomy, and I was repaying all of those 
things in kind. I didn't care who I was doing it to, I 
was delirious with the ecstasy of it all.

None of us heard anything as a door opened. None of us 
saw anyone enter the room.
 
It was only when four extra hands started touching and 
fondling the heap of bodies on the floor, that I 
noticed. I don't know when and if Verity and Mary-Ann 
noticed the newcomers, if they noticed them at all.
 
Two extra mouths started kissing bodily parts, tongues 
flicking, fingers exploring body orifices.

In my drunken state, I looked about to see who was 
administering the extra attention to my body, and saw a 
nipple being presented to me. I started suckling on it 
greedily.
 
Someone licked my bum hole and balls. My fingers were 
playing with the fleshly folds of two hairy slits. 
Someone was sucking on the head of my cock. I could not 
tell who was doing what to me, nor to whom I was doing 
things to, but it did not matter.
 
The part of my brain that generated lust, wherever that 
might have been, was working over-time.

After some moments of suckling at the teat in front of 
me, my attention diverted toward a small, tight bum 
hole. My blurry vision tried desperately to focus upon 
it so that I might attempt to try to do something to it.
 
My brain instructed my body to move but my body refused. 
I summoned some strength from somewhere, and bodily 
lifted myself off the floor. I grabbed hold of my prick. 
Staggering, as I was, I guided it to the hole and made 
purchase upon it.
 
I pierced the hole, and drove my cock fully into it as 
far as I physically could. Whoever the arse belonged to, 
didn't do or say anything except moan with lust.

Perhaps they had their mouth full, I mused, as I felt 
the heat of the flesh that was wrapped around my prick.
 
It was astonishing.
 
The sounds, the heat, and the feelings that my cock were 
producing were almost indescribable. I began fucking the 
hot tight hole with some determination, fervour and 
gusto – my lust making me oblivious to anything that was 
going on around me - well, almost oblivious – I felt 
someone's finger enter my arse.
 
I could feel it being pushed into me with every thrust I 
made, and the feelings that finger were giving me were 
sublime – the feeling complimented and even surpassed 
the feelings that my cock was giving me!

With my eyes closed to stop the room from spinning 
around, I fucked like a lunatic, my prick seemed as 
though it was possessed with super-human strength as it 
pounded in and out of the tight arse.
 
Someone female groaned, as did someone else. Without 
opening my eyes I continued, trying to imagine whose 
finger was deep inside my bowel, giving me those 
sensations.

As drunk as I was, I could still feel those exquisite 
feelings that one only gets when orgasm approaches.
 
My cock twitched, and stretched the bum flesh that I was 
relentlessly fucking, and within seconds, I could feel 
new, and never before felt sensations as the flesh of 
the bowel contracted around me – making the hole even 
hotter and tighter than it had been previously.

I moaned loudly, felt the cum spray out of me, and into 
whoever it was that I was fucking, making the already 
hot arse feel even more fiery, as my prick throbbed and 
spewed out my frothy hot cum.
 
I kept on thrusting as I came, trying desperately to 
push my cock ever deeper into the body that was below 
me.

Eventually, I pulled soaked cock out of the swollen 
hole. I looked down, and through my blurred vision, I 
saw my spunk ooze out of the hole and drip onto the 
floor.
 
A mouth engulfed my cock, and sucked feverishly upon it, 
drinking the semen that coated my cock head, cleaning 
me. My hands grabbed two handfuls of hair, and pulled 
the face toward me, filling the mouth with my entire 
length.
 
I thrust instinctively once or twice before letting go 
of the hair. I collapsed onto the floor, and lay on my 
back breathing heavily. Someone took my prick into their 
mouth and gave me a vigorous sucking.

Around me, I could hear the sounds of people fucking, 
the slurping of cunnies being eaten, the noise of my 
cock being sucked.
 
Each of these sounded strangely loud in my head. With 
some hesitation, I opened one eye slightly, and allowed 
my vision to clear itself up as best it could. The room 
was still swirling. 

I must have passed out, as the next thing I remembered 
was someone lightly touching my face. Gingerly, I opened 
my eyes. Thankfully, the room had stopped spinning. 
Verity looked down at me.

"Glad to see you're still with us!" She smiled, kissing 
me. I let her tongue explore my mouth; I felt a hand on 
my cock – Verity's I assumed. It was playing with my 
member trying to re-awaken it.

When Verity eventually released me from her kiss, I took 
a breath of air. The hand was stroking my cock still – 
and was succeeding in getting it to swell again. I 
realised at that point that I needed to pee, and pee I 
did.

Hot urine arced in the air above my chest, it splashed 
indiscriminately upon my and Verity's faces.
 
I opened my mouth to speak an apology, a stream of piss 
entered my mouth – forcing me to partially swallow and 
spit at the same time – the gagging reflex took over, 
and I spluttered my piss out of my mouth, and onto my 
chest. Verity looked at me with amazement and curiosity 
then did something that I would have never expected.

With her mouth open as far as it could go, she moved her 
head into the stream of hot urine that was emanating 
from me.
 
She swallowed mouthful after mouthful with ease. Urine 
splashed out of her mouth and onto my abdomen.
 
I felt it sting slightly as it splashed my hard nipples. 
Suddenly, a mouth was clamped over that nipple, and I 
felt someone licking fervently. I looked down and saw 
Eliza lapping up the splashes as they fell out of 
Verity's mouth and onto my bare chest.

Someone else grabbed my cock, and I felt a mouth engulf 
it, even though piss was still streaming out of it.
 
The feeling was amazing! To have a hot mouth sucking 
away like there was no tomorrow whilst I peed was 
unbelievable, and my cock stiffened considerably.

I could feel the urine that wasn't being drank was 
splashing down onto my groin and stomach, my thighs and 
my balls as the sucking continued unabated till the 
urine flow began to stop slightly.
 
Eliza's head moved across my body, blocking my view of 
whom ever it was that was sucking on my peeing cock.
 
Lapping up the pools of urine that Verity purposefully 
let dribble from her swollen, urine filled cheeks, Eliza 
nibbled, and bit gently at my flesh – sending goose 
bumps up and down my spine. I was getting more and more 
turned on with every second that passed.

I shook my head back and forth slightly, as I tried to 
make sense of what was happening to me.
 
I looked up at Verity, she was still slowly and 
purposefully letting my piss dribble out of her mouth, 
Eliza gobbling it up, as it barely touched my hot skin.
 
I reasoned it must be Mary-Ann sucking on my prick, and 
looked down again to confirm my thoughts – it was then 
that I saw that it was not Mary-Ann that was sucking on 
me, but Peter!

Mary-Ann was lying on the floor next to Peter, and was 
sucking like crazy on his engorged prick. Her mouth 
stretched to its capacity, trying desperately to have 
all of it. I could hear the slurping noises emanating 
from her, as she sucked furiously.

I should have felt repulsion at the thought of Peter 
sucking at my prick, but due to the lustful feelings 
that I was experiencing from this wanton scene, I 
wasn't.
 
That and the fact that I was still drunk made me not 
care about this strange situation!
 
I instinctively began to thrust my hips at the sucking 
of my cock, but couldn't, the combined weight of Peter 
and Eliza pushing down on me, was too much.

Eventually, Verity either swallowed, or finished 
dribbling my pee out of her mouth.
 
She crouched over my face with her bald cunny close to 
my mouth. My tongue stretched out of my mouth, and 
pressed into the hot moist flesh.
 
I lapped at her, letting my tongue drift past the end of 
her slit, across the small piece of flesh that separated 
her cunny from her arsehole.
 
Purposefully, my tongue lingered on her puckered 
backside, and I tried to shape it into a cone, so that I 
might be able to penetrate Verity's anus. Being as drunk 
as a lord, I failed.

Finding that I couldn't enter her bum with my tongue, I 
went back to lapping at her – moving my tongue between 
her bum hole, and her dripping fanny lips.
 
Eliza's tongue mingled with mine as she joined me in 
licking Verity's cunt and arse. I could taste my urine 
as our tongues mingled together, lapping as we were – 
and the taste was not unpleasant – my pee it seemed 
tasted like brandy!

Peter groaned as best he could with his lips clamped 
around my cock – he was still sucking away at me, just 
as Mary-Ann was still sucking away at him. His body was 
responding to her attention, and my body was responding 
to him!

As he came into Mary-Ann's mouth, I heard her struggling 
to swallow the seemingly endless flow of his hot, sticky 
cum. I watched as it dribbled out of the sides of her 
mouth, and down onto his legs. His cock continuously 
pumped back and forth, in and out of her mouth, as she 
guzzled the fiery liquid greedily.

Verity groaned. Either Eliza or I had licked the right 
place. It was then that she started to pee!

I kept on licking, flicking my tongue through the hot 
stream as it flew out of her, tasting for the first 
time, my sisters' piss.
 
Eliza had tried to stay as close to Verity's hot cunny 
as she could, but the force of the yellow liquid forced 
her head away – making her attempt to catch mouthfuls as 
it spouted out of Verity.

I sat back a little as Verity's pee continued to flow. I 
saw that both Mary-Ann and Eliza were now trying to best 
each other at drinking Verity's piss. I took the odd 
mouthful here and there, spitting it back at Verity's 
chest.
 
Their heads very close together – they took mouthfuls of 
pee as it flowed out of Verity. Peter was still sucking 
on me, though now, he'd changed his position, and was 
now between my legs so that he could get a clear view of 
the proceedings around my face and chest. Every now and 
then, splashes of urine would drip onto him.
 
My cock filled his mouth, as he pushed down upon it, and 
I could feel him sucking on me with more and more 
savagery.

Every fourth or fifth stroke, he took my cock out of his 
mouth, and gently ran his tongue down the underside of 
my shaft.
 
Sometimes he would suck my balls deep into his mouth – 
giving me more exquisite feelings. Other times, he would 
use the tip of his tongue, and lick my balls as roughly 
as he could.

I grabbed at the breasts of both Eliza and Mary-Ann and 
pinched their respective nipples between my fingers – 
digging my thumbnail deeply into each as I did so. I 
heard them gasp with either pleasure or pain, but none-
the-less they continued to battle each other as they 
fought to drink Verity's hot stream.

Verity continued to pee for over a minute, and the two 
girls still fought each other ferociously to get to it. 
When at last she stopped, Verity simply pushed herself 
down right onto my face.
 
My face was engulfed by the smell of urine, sweat, cunt 
juice and sperm!
 
It was intoxicating to me, and drove me onward with my 
ministrations – I licked and tongue fucked Verity – 
cleaning her swollen clit and pussy lips.
 
When Verity eventually lifted herself off me enough to 
allow me to breath, I took a deep gulp of air, but did 
not stop my licking and lapping. Verity spent again, and 
I felt the hot juice spurt out of her, on to my face.

Undaunted, I kept on licking.
 
My hands moved from the nipples that I had been 
tweaking, and clamped themselves on Verity's hips 
holding her down.
 
She tried to move away from me once she'd finished her 
spend, but I held her tight – not allowing her to move. 
I probed, and licked at her holes with my tongue, 
cleaning as much of the mixture from her body as I 
could. The taste was incredible – more intoxicating that 
mere alcohol.

When she eventually escaped from my grasp, Verity moved 
to one side, and I heard her whisper something to Peter, 
who stopped sucking me, and moved out from under me. She 
took my cock into her mouth, and began sucking on me 
harder than I had ever been sucked on before; she milked 
me for all she was worth.

I saw Peter grab hold of Mary-Ann's head. He positioned 
his cock head between her lips, opened her mouth 
slightly with the tip of huge member, and he drove home.
 
Without letting her suck him even once, he began to fuck 
her face with frightening speed - his cock growing, and 
throbbing with each thrust. Eliza was watching this with 
enthusiasm, as was I.
 
My cock twitched deep inside Verity's mouth as she 
sucked upon me. We gazed at Peter's fleshy prick 
flashing in and out of the fuck vessel that was Mary-
Ann's mouth.

Eliza tore her eyes from Peter's cock and kissed me, 
then she stood, her legs spread either side of my face.
 
I reached up and grabbed at her – as she squatted over 
my face. I started licking her with the same intensity 
that I had Verity.
 
Peter's forceful face fucking of Mary-Ann continued 
unabated.
 
His prick was still growing as he ploughed it in and out 
of her wanton mouth, the sight of his cock was driving 
me crazy with lust – my prick was throbbing and pulsing 
very quickly. Verity was getting closer and closer to 
bringing me toward another orgasm.

I let my right arm drop from Eliza's hip, and brought it 
close to my face, and without stopping my licking, I 
placed a finger as best I could into Verity's sopping 
cunt.
 
I finger fucked her for a few seconds to allow my finger 
to become covered in her juices, then, I moved it toward 
her arse. As my finger pressed against her pink and 
brown coloured hole, I felt some resistance. Ignoring 
her bum holes request that I should leave it alone, I 
pushed my cunny juice soaked finger into her as deep as 
it would go, resuming my fucking of her with my fingers.
 
I heard Verity moan as my finger and tongue moved 
simultaneously bringing her closer to spending. I was 
close too. Very close.

Peter eventually stopped face fucking Mary-Ann, and when 
I saw his glistening prick, I thought to myself that it 
was the biggest prick I'd ever seen it.
 
Quickly, he moved away from Mary-Ann, crouching behind 
Verity. I heard her gasp as he shoved his bloated cock 
in to her anus, past my lodged finger. "I'm going to cum 
up your arse!" He throated lustily as he started fucking 
Verity.
 
Verity's sucking motions on my cock had ceased for a 
split-second. As soon as he started to pump away at her, 
she started again – I could feel that she was being 
stretched beyond her limit – her bloated anal passage 
was stuffed to over capacity!

"Put a finger up his bum V!" Mary-Ann said lustily, as 
she moved to kiss Eliza. "Finger fuck him!"
 
Verity took no second telling and as she forced one of 
her fingers into me. I felt my cock swell and twitch yet 
again, I knew that I wouldn't last much longer.

Mary-Ann and Eliza knelt close to one another.
 
Mary-Ann started kissing Eliza, fondling her breasts and 
her hairy cunt. I caught the occasional glimpse of this, 
and my cock throbbed yet again.
 
Eliza stood at Mary-Ann's beckoning. They moved away 
from my line of sight and even though I could not see 
them, I could hear them, as they licked and sucked at 
each other's bodies. Verity's finger fucking of my bum 
felt good – too good. I knew that the pleasure I was 
feeling was as intense as anything I'd ever felt before.

Peter was sweating profusely now as he fucked Verity's 
bum. He was fucking her with powerful thrusts – so 
powerful that I had to take my finger out of her bum. 
They were moving her body forward with each stroke. This 
of course, transferred down to my cock via her mouth – 
making her violent sucking action even more erotic than 
it had been – if that were possible!

My cock twitched, throbbed and I felt a huge spasm. I 
started to cum. Verity must have either known, or made a 
very good guess at what was happening, as she took my 
cock out of her mouth, and held it over her breasts.
 
My hot spunk spewed out of my throbbing cock in thick 
ropes, splashing down upon her alabaster flesh in huge 
globules. Slowly it dribbled away from her nipples, and 
meandered its way down her body – covering her stomach 
with cum.

When I had finished, Verity's mouth encased my cock 
again - draining every drop of my seed out of me.
 
Peter grunted at the sight of me coming, and came 
himself – deep inside Verity's tight bum. He leaned in 
and whispered something into Verity's ear – she smiled.

Peter pulled his cock out of Verity, and quickly lay 
down at my feet.
 
I looked around to where Mary-Ann and Eliza were laying 
head to toe against each other. Their heads were buried 
in between the others legs, and I could still hear the 
sounds of them lapping and slurping at each other.

I turned my attention back to Peter. Verity was now 
crouched above his face; he was licking her anus, his 
tongue buried deeply inside her anal cavity. He was 
licking his own spunk out of her, and to me, it looked 
like he was enjoying the taste. I groaned with delight 
at the sight.

Hearing my groan, Eliza and Mary-Ann looked up briefly 
from each other's pussies. Eliza noticed the cum on 
Verity's breasts and stomach, she crawled across the 
floor to her, followed by Mary-Ann.
 
Eliza began to lick at the pools of cum as they slowly 
slithered down Verity's body slurping with each lick. 
Verity's eyes were tightly shut, and as she threw her 
head backwards, I knew she was cumming. Mary-Ann used 
her finger to mop up the strands of semen that were now 
reaching Verity's thighs. Alternately, she would put her 
finger in her mouth, and then push another load up to 
Verity's mouth. Verity accepted this boon, sucking on 
her best friends' finger with gusto, moaning, "More!"

I felt very tired and told them all as much, but 
apparently, nobody had heard me as no-one responded.
 
I looked about and saw my clothes spread about the room. 
Standing slowly, I carefully gathered them.

Just as I was about to leave the room, I heard Verity 
say 'Good night brother!"
 
Some minutes later, as my head touched the pillow, I 
fell soundly asleep. I was totally drained, but felt 
very contented. My dreams were filled with sex.
 
I awoke late the following morning, and after breakfast, 
Verity and Mary-Ann met me in the library, as was my 
want to do each morning.
 
Verity explained that Mary-Ann was going back to see her 
parents today, and would be going on the Cambridge 
tomorrow. Verity asked if she could stay with Mary-Ann 
that evening and return here tomorrow. Seeing nothing 
wrong with her request, I agreed. 


-= Chapter Six =-
 
Two days later Father, Mother and James returned to the 
estate, Miss Etheridge, Verity's tutor, arrived too.
 
Over that days' evening meal introductions where made. 
In the following days and weeks, Miss Etheridge and I 
became firm friends.
 
Her first name was Estella, and she had a slim figure 
for her height, she was almost as tall as I was – and 
I'm just over six feet tall!

Estella's body, from what I could tell over her dresses, 
was hard and lean and once or twice, whilst she was 
bathing, I managed to peek at her as she washed, but I 
had always been disturbed, and had to flee the scene 
before being was discovered.

She had muscles in places that women shouldn't have 
muscles, but none-the-less she was still very attractive 
to me. Her body was lithe and tight, her muscles stood 
out proudly under her flawless skin. Her breasts were 
almost none existent, but her nipples were big and 
brown, and it looked as though they were constantly 
erect. I was sure that I could see what looked to be an 
earring through one of them.

On this particularly cold December day whilst, I was 
peeking at her through a small crack in the wall, I had 
my prick in my hand. I was pulling at it with fervour.
 
I could feel deep down inside me the lust building for 
this waif of a woman, and I knew that I just simply had 
to have her, and soon.

Jerking my cock as I peeped through the small hole in 
the wall, Estella's small chest was visible to me as she 
washed her hair. The combination of water and soap made 
her skin glisten as it ran down her sublime frame, and 
back into the porcelain tub.
 
Her hair washed, she lathered her hands, and began to 
clean her breasts and her under-arms, the water making 
the toned flesh shine brightly as she scrubbed with a 
flannel.
 
Her fingers lingered over her brown buds, and I was 
astounded to see that she was playing with the ring, 
that I now knew for sure was piercing her nipple.

My cock twitched in my hand, as I watched her move the 
flannel over her wet body. I could feel my body tensing 
– getting ready for that sweet feeling that is orgasm. 
She stood, and for the first time, I saw her body, in 
all of its naked splendour.
 
Her pubic hair, such as it was, looked like the letter 
V. I watched the soapy water as it flowed down her body 
in rivulets. She stepped out of the bath, and I caught a 
glimpse of the folds of her pussy lips.
 
My jaw dropped when I noticed something metallic twinkle 
as she turned her back to me. It was only a glimpse as 
she turned, but at the sight of her pussy, my pego 
twitched in my hand. I was sure that I had spotted what 
looked like another ring – this time lodged in one of 
cuntal lips. This sight spurred on my hand, and my 
brain.

She began to towel herself dry, I watched her as I felt 
myself coming, splashing the wall in front of me with my 
jism.
 
I groaned loudly, too loudly!
 
She stopped her drying motion, and looked around the 
room, as if trying to see where the noise had emanated 
from.
 
At no point did she actually look directly at the hole 
that I was looking through, I felt some relief at not 
being discovered, even though deep down inside, I wanted 
her to notice me.

After looking around for a few moments, she continued to 
dry herself. By the time she was dry, and had started to 
dress, I had finished wiping up my cum.
 
My seed was hot and sticky, and I made sure that I 
mopped up all of it in to my handkerchief. I then folded 
it carefully, putting it in a pocket to dispose of 
later.

Quickly and quietly, I stole away from the crack in the 
wall, making my way back to my room.
 
Once there, I threw my handkerchief on to the freshly 
lit fire, I waited as the flames engulfed it, thick 
acrid smoke floated upward, in to the chimney.

There was a knock at my door, I opened it, and there to 
my amazement stood Estella.
 
She curtsied, smiling genteelly at me. She looked 
beautiful, and I swear that my eyes had never ever taken 
in such a sight!

"Would you care for a stroll through the gardens, 
Christopher?" she asked. How could I refuse!
 
I told her that nothing would give me greater pleasure, 
and after putting on a thick coat to repel the cold we 
strode out into the grounds.

There was a chill in the air that made the vapours of 
our breath stream out of our mouths as we spoke, and 
even though I had offered my coat to Estella she 
refused.
 
"No, I like the cold weather," she told me, "the chill 
makes me tingle." I nodded, ready to give my coat up at 
a moment's notice should she change her mind.

We continued to walk and talk, eventually finding 
ourselves in the arbour.
 
It was a pleasant enough place lined with small, thickly 
leaved trees and bushes that kept the wind at bay. In 
front of a statue of Venus, was a small bench, and just 
beyond that there was a fountain - that for some reason 
wasn't working.
 
We sat upon the bench, facing each other. Strangely, it 
didn't seem as cold here as it did elsewhere. I reasoned 
that my feelings of lust for this girl where keeping me 
warm on this, a bitterly cold day in December.

"I've wanted to speak to you regarding a delicate matter 
for some time," Estella said to me almost in a whisper.
 
The urgency in her voice sounded to me as though she did 
not want to be over-heard, so I replied to her in 
whisper also, even though my mind had began to race at 
the thoughts of what she might say to me.

"As you know, my Mother died recently," she wiped a tear 
out of her eye, "and your Father has graciously allowed 
me to stay here with you all over the upcoming Christmas 
festival." I nodded, and smiled sweetly at her. 
"Everyone has been so kind to me over the last few 
weeks, and I wanted to repay that generosity."

My heart sank, and although I tried not to show my 
disappointment openly, I replied.
 
"What did you have in mind?"
 
She told me that she wanted to take a short trip to 
London to buy some gifts.
 
I advised her that that shouldn't be a problem and that 
if she asked my Father for a few days grace to go 
shopping, he would, with all certainty, let her go.

"That's the problem," she replied. "He gave me his 
permission to go, but he also told me that I couldn't go 
alone." She sighed again, "and that leads me to my 
current dilemma." Her hand reached out and touched mine 
causing me to almost faint on the spot.
 
"I thought of asking James to accompany me," she said, 
"but as you are well aware, James has his hands full 
with estate business, even more so at this time of year. 
That's when I thought of you."

A small wave of disappointment flushed over me, I was 
her second choice.
 
I tried to hide my feeling of disappointment. "I'd be 
happy to go with you," I said. She gripped my hand a 
little tighter.

"Thank you!" She exclaimed, "that's a weight off my 
mind!" I smiled a weak smile.

"When did you wish to leave?" I asked.
 
She told me that she wanted to go the following Monday 
morning; I said that that would fine with me and stood 
up. "I'll let Father know," I said offering her my arm.

We walked back through the gardens, toward the house. In 
the distance, I saw Verity approaching on her favourite 
mare. She waved, and trotted toward us.
 
Estella greeted Verity with a curtsey, as horse and 
rider circled us. I smiled warmly at Verity, and 
enquired if she'd enjoyed her ride.

"Not as much as the last time you and I rode out 
together," Verity replied with a wicked grin on her 
face. "That was such fun!"
 
Verity, the little minx, had reminded me of our last 
outing together, the previous September.
 
I remembered how we'd made love in the shade of a large 
oak, as the last of the summer sunshine shone down upon 
us. The images of my fucking her, danced through my 
mind, and I could not help but smile the biggest smile 
I'd cracked in weeks.

"Yes, I enjoyed it very much." I said through my smile, 
"When the weather turns nice, we shall have to ride out 
again."

"Oh, I'm sure we'll repeat the events of that day long 
before spring comes!" Verity cried as she sped away, 
geeing the horse from an almost standstill into a 
gallop.
 
I turned to look at Estella as we watched Verity speed 
away from us. She had a puzzled look on her face. I 
decided not to explain – doubting that Estella would 
take kindly upon brother and sister making love to each 
other at almost every opportunity that arose.

Estella to her credit, said nothing. We continued 
walking back to the house, and I asked her what sort of 
things she wanted to purchase while we were in London.

"Just the usual Christmas gifts," she replied with a 
twinkle in her eye.

I advised Father the next time that I saw him that I 
wanted to go to London to do some Christmas shopping the 
following Monday morning.
 
He seemed pleased at my announcement, and told me that 
Estella had wanted to go to London as well, but that 
he'd forbade her from by herself.
 
London was not a place for a virtuous young woman of her 
breeding to visit alone, he told me, and asked if I 
might accompany her. I told him that I would be pleased 
to have her company for a day or two.
 
Father told me that he would arrange a carriage for us 
to travel in, and that we would stay in the small house 
that the family kept in London.

After getting Peter to pack a small case with suitable 
garments for the trip to London, I relaxed, and waited 
patiently for Monday to arrive.
 
The two days that followed passed inexorably slowly, but 
eventually Monday dawned and shortly after nine in the 
morning, Estella and I set off for London.

As the carriage rumbled along the rough track heading 
for London, Estella and I chatted amiably. She spoke at 
length about the trinkets and toys that she wanted to 
buy for each member of my family, but she didn't mention 
me at all.
 
I made no comment on her omitting me out of the gift 
conversation, but graciously gave my opinions on each 
item as she told me what presents she was buying for the 
members of my family.

When, some hours later, we arrived at the family house 
in London, I distantly heard a clock chime four. The 
carriage slowed, and two servants who attended the 
house, came streaming out of it to greet us. Shortly 
thereafter, we settled into our respective rooms, 
warming ourselves near the fireplace that stood against 
one wall.

During our journey, Estella and I had agreed that that 
evening we would dine at the house, and start our 
shopping in earnest the following day. I felt it best 
that we should be refreshed, and have a good night's 
sleep before we braved the onslaught that would be 
Christmas shopping in the centre of London.

After a small dinner – the servants providing us with 
fare that would not have been out of place back on the 
estate; we retired to the parlour, and sipped port as we 
chatted. Estella lit a small white cigarette, inhaling 
the smoke deep in to her lungs.

I heard the clock in the hall chime eleven, and 
announced that I was going to retire for the evening, as 
I felt quite tired. Estella said that she was tired 
also, and I followed her up the stairs toward our rooms. 
I watched her hips wiggle as she gracefully made her way 
up the carpeted stairs.

When we reached her room, she paused and turned to look 
at me, smiling.
 
"Thank you for this," she said, "and hopefully, we'll be 
able to get some pretty baubles on the morrow." I said 
nothing, but took her hand, and gently kissed it.
 
"Well," she said, her cheeks blushing slightly, "good 
night, Sir." She strode into her room, closing the door.
 
Lingering, I waited for the key to turn in the lock, but 
heard nothing. I made my way to my room, a wry smile 
upon my lips.

I undressed quickly and quietly, and threw another log 
onto the fire that blazed in the centre of one wall. 
Crouching, I rubbed my hands together to warm them 
against the cold that hung in the room.
 
It was then that I noticed that I could see into 
Estella's room through the shared fireplace, feeling the 
warmth permeate my hands.

Estella walked into my view as I continued to rub my 
hands together, and I could see that she'd removed her 
dress. All that remained was her small petticoat, which, 
as I looked on, she removed. Naked now, she reached up, 
unfurling her hair, allowing it to drop down.

I was enthralled by the sight of this thin, but nubile 
woman as she searched through her luggage seeking 
something to wear for bed; my eyes were drawn to her 
small breasts, and in particular the small ring that 
pierced her brown nipple.

My prick twitched, and grew a little between my legs as 
I watched her shake out the nightgown she had found 
within her luggage.
 
Just seconds before she was about to throw it over her 
head, I spoke. "Good night Miss Etheridge," I said aloud 
completely oblivious to the fact that my semi-erection 
would be in her full view if she looked right at me.
 
She seemed startled at the sound of my voice suddenly 
coming from out of nowhere in her room. Her eyes scanned 
the room as they had done back at the estate. Again, she 
didn't see anything or anyone, so she continued putting 
on her nightgown.

As the nightgown fell over her sweet, slender body, she 
turned to face me, and I saw again the ring that pierced 
the folds of her cunny lips very briefly. Her garment 
fell to her feet, removing the ring from my sight, my 
prick swelled yet again, throbbing.
 
It was then that she saw me crouching behind the dancing 
flames of her room's fireplace. Eventually the penny 
dropped, and she noticed me, crouched as I was by the 
fire in my room.


"What are you doing?" She asked moving toward the fire 
herself to catch some of the warmth – taking in my naked 
body beyond the flames.

"I was just putting another log on the fire," I 
explained, "this room is quite cold." I moved the last 
log that I put on to the fire, and the flames flared, 
dancing in the dim light, casting deep shadows in both 
rooms.

"Put some clothes on!" She cried. I felt my cheeks 
redden, and I knew that I was blushing.
 
I apologised, and moved away from the fire grate. I 
quickly threw on my pantaloons, fastening only to 
restraining button at my waist, and quickly resumed my 
crouched position next to the fire.
 
"I am decent now," I told her matter-of-factly, "I am 
sorry for disturbing you."
 
A burning log moved on the grate, sparks flying into 
both rooms.
 
She was still crouched opposite me, wringing some warmth 
in to her own hands.
 
She consciously pulled down her nightgown a little more, 
to hide any further embarrassment on both our behalves. 
She held her hands out, drawing heat from the dancing 
flames.

"I am sorry if I surprised you," I told her with a 
gentle tone in my voice. "I was not aware that we shared 
the same fire until I saw you getting undressed."

"Exactly what did you see?" She asked with as much 
innocence in her voice as she could muster. "Tell me, 
Sir!"
 
I told her. "So, you weren't spying on me?"

"Good heavens, no," I retorted. "That was the last thing 
on my mind." I held my hands near to the fire again. 
"But, I have to tell you Estella, that I did enjoy my 
brief glimpse of your body." I rubbed my hands together, 
still trying to draw as much heat as I could.

"Has it gone?" She asked as if ignoring my last 
statement. A puzzled look appeared on my face briefly – 
which she saw immediately, "your excitement." She 
explained.
 
The penny dropped, she was talking about my erection.

"Ahhh, no, not yet," I told her truthfully. "I apologise 
that you saw it Estella," I said as honestly and 
truthfully as I could. I felt my cheeks blushing up 
again.

"Well, it's not like I haven't seen one before," she 
said as a smile drew across her face. "I am a woman of 
the world, you know!"
 
I thought for a second about asking her about the rings 
that adorned her body, but dismissed the thought. "I 
understand," was all I could say, even though to be 
truthful, I didn't have a clue as to what she was 
talking about.
 
I saw her face contort in to a wry smile. "I know that 
you have been watching me," she said casually. Before I 
could protest and deny her claim, she continued, 
"through the hole in the bathroom wall." Flabbergasted 
that she knew my secret, I said nothing – confirming her 
statement as the truth.
 
My mouth was open, but nothing would come out. She 
smiled at me through the flames. "Did you approve of 
what you saw?"

"Err... yes," I said eventually, and in my mind's eye, I 
could clearly see the memories I had created of her 
naked beauty.
 
My prick, which had began to deflate by then, twitched 
again, and its head peeked out of the gap in the 
material. Whether she saw the swelling in my pantaloons 
or not, I did not know, nor did she comment.

"Well?" she asked, I shook my head slightly, "tell me," 
she repeated. "What did you think of me?"

"You are beautiful," was all I could say, "I have never 
witnessed anyone with a body such as yours."
 
I saw her smile again at my words. "And what did you 
think of my rings?" Estella asked. She pulled down the 
top of her gown, exposing small breast and that 
wonderful nipple with the small metal ring through it.

Stammering slightly at the sight that my eyes beheld, I 
told her that it was something that I had never seen 
before.

"Wait there," she said, and stood up.
 
I watched as she ran to her door, opening it, she 
vanished from my sight. Seconds later, she entered my 
room; her long nightgown clinging to her legs, and her 
toned, muscle bound body. With one deft movement, she 
slid her arms out of the sleeves, and the nightgown fell 
to the floor.

Grabbing my hand, she guided me to her breast.
 
Gently, she placed my palm across herself, and pressed 
softly upon my hand. I felt her heart beating strongly 
as she held my hand to her body. The metal in her nipple 
was strangely cold against the warmth of her flesh, I 
closed my eyes momentarily.

Moving my hand slightly, I used my fingertips to feel 
the small ring and her nipple at the same time, 
caressing them both gently.
 
I felt, and saw her nipple visibly grow to my touch. 
Looking at her for approval to continue, I saw her 
imperceptible nod, and I continued.

Staring, as I was at her naked body in the firelight, my 
cock swelled again in my pantaloons, this time it 
visibly showed through the gap in my pantaloons. I moved 
it ever so slightly and it grew yet again.
 
Her eyes followed my movements, and I saw her bite her 
lower lip softly and gently, her full attention focus on 
my pego.

I withdrew my hand from her breast and ran my fingertips 
down her lithe body. My fingers lingered as I moved to 
her abdomen, feeling her taught muscles beneath the skin 
– I felt my member swell again – it pulsed, twitching up 
and down.

Gently, and with some hesitation, I moved my fingers 
toward the small ring that was hidden in between the 
lips of her cunny.

Instinctively, she opened her legs to allow me greater 
access to her intimate parts. I crouched on the floor in 
front of her; my face inches from her pubes, and that 
sweet looking pinky brown slit at the top of her legs.
 
As I inched closer, my nostrils filled with the heady 
smell of her sex. Licking my lips, and closing my eyes 
briefly, I inched forward yet again, pausing only when 
my touched her smooth skin.

She must have sensed that I was hesitant, because she 
grabbed two great handfuls of my hair, and pushed my 
face downward.
 
My nose was buried deeply now in the small V shaped 
hairs above her slit, and my nostrils flared, as I 
breathed in her musky odour.

My tongue darted out of my mouth, and I gently began to 
explore the folds of flesh presented to me. I felt her 
release her grip on my head, and as I looked upward at 
her, she spread her legs further apart, balancing her 
weight evenly.
 
She placed on her hands on my shoulders, with her legs 
further apart. I had even greater access to her sex, and 
that ring. The smell of her was intoxicating.

My tongue moved slowly and deliberately between the 
small ring, and her clit. I licked and sucked at her 
body, and felt a small amount of wetness escape from the 
moist lips. My prick throbbed relentlessly at the taste 
and sight of this beautiful creature.
 
Lapping it up as quickly as it had appeared, I savoured 
the taste of her juices - my swollen cock reminded me 
that it was there, still poking through the gap in my 
pantaloons.

My hands, which had been idle up this point, moved down 
to my waist. I pulled at the fabric, trying desperately 
to pull the material off my body.
 
My body bucked slightly to assist my fumbling fingers as 
I opened the restraining button, anxious to let my ever-
swelling pego to escape.

Seconds later, through my cock, I felt the slight 
coldness that remained in the room. Blood relentlessly 
flowed to my prick, swelling it further.
 
Lustful thoughts filled my brain, and I launched myself 
bodily upward. My mouth clamped over one of her small, 
perfectly formed breasts, taking it all in to my mouth. 
I began to suckle upon it, and my hand moving to grasp 
my prick.
 
I stood closer to her, and guided my prick toward her 
cuntal lips. I felt it nudge her leg, as it moved 
upwards, coming to rest in the gap between her legs, 
nuzzling her slit and touching her pussy ring.
 
She paused, savouring my touch. Eventually she moved 
away from me, and let herself fall backwards on to the 
edge of the bed.
 
Estella reached out for me. I joined her at the foot of 
the bed.
 
I knelt in-between her legs. My face was level again 
with her venus mons. I let my mouth encase her vagina 
totally, and I sucked and licked furiously.
 
My hips began thrusting of their own accord; I 
desperately wanted to enter her sweet body, to feel the 
heat of her sex on my prick.

After licking for a moment or two more, I lurched 
upward, penetrating her with a gasp.
 
The heat of her cunt was just as I thought it would be 
and it enveloped me – warmth spreading from her to me, 
as I slowly manoeuvred myself in and out of her. I could 
feel the ring touching me, giving my cock extra 
stimulation.


Estella lifted her hips slightly off the bed; I felt her 
move against my gently thrusting.
 
I dropped my head to her breast, kissing her hardened 
nipple. I licked, before biting it gently. Taking it 
wholly in my mouth, I sucked with vigour.

As I thrust into her, she gently matched her movements 
to mine. I felt her nails scratch my back and buttocks 
as she ran her hands down the length of my body. Her 
nails dug into my flesh as she moved her fingers up 
toward my shoulders.
 
I gasped as her fingertips reached my shoulder blades, 
she dug her nails into my flesh yet again – it was 
painful, but erotically so.

Slowly and deliberately, she started down my body again; 
whispering sweet nothings in to my ear, flicking her 
tongue at my earlobe as she spoke.
 
My body shivered, my spine tingling to her touch. My 
hips must have received some signal, as after the 
shudder, my thrusting sped up.

Estella's hands came to rest on my buttocks; she grabbed 
two handfuls of flesh, digging in her nails once again. 
The pain was exquisite, and spurned me on – the speed of 
my thrusts increasing once more.

"Fuck me harder!" Estella whimpered.

I obeyed, swiftly moving my hands to either sides of her 
shoulders, my palms flat to the bed. I braced myself, 
and began to thrust now for all I was worth, the ring in 
her cunny lips rubbing all the time against me, exciting 
me even more.
 
The faster I thrust, she more she dug her nails into me, 
I felt sure that she would draw blood sooner rather than 
later, but the feelings from my groin were 
indescribable, and those feelings alone were enough for 
my brain to ignore the exquisite pain.

I gasped, feeling my cock twitch deep within Estella's 
body her muscles contracting around me as I felt her 
vagina grabbing at my granite pole of an erection.
 
She must have known that I was close to cumming, because 
as I thrust into her with renewed vigour, her body 
tensed, and those wonderful cuntal muscles grabbed me 
yet again – milking me harder and harder.

We were both sweating profusely; I heard her gasp as 
beads of water dripped off my forehead onto her face. 
The droplets sizzled as they touched her.

I came.
 
My seed shot into her body, and as I thrust up against 
the wall of her womb, stopping me from penetrating her 
further than I already had, I felt it splash back 
against the head of my cock. She simultaneously 
twitched, thrusting her aching hips toward me. 
 
She gasped as the full force of my spend hit her like a 
tidal wave, my bodies juice mixed with her own as her 
own orgasm ripped through her svelte body in waves.

I continued to thrust into lithe body, as my cock 
spurted out my seed. Eventually my thrusting ceased and 
I fell to one side of her spent totally. Sweat poured 
from every pore of my body, and I was breathing hard.

Turning on to her side to face me, she lifted her hand 
to my face, and swept my damp hair back from my eyes. 
She stared into my face as her hand slid down my sweaty 
body, it came to rest on my not quite deflated cock and 
without taking her eyes off mine, she spoke.

"That's mine," she said as she ran a nail up its full 
length sending small shockwaves through my body, "nobody 
else must have it from now on." She paused, "unless I 
give permission."
 
My mind swirled. I was slightly confused by her words 
and by the lightheaded feeling that all of my exertions 
had created in my head. Never the less, I nodded in 
agreement. I was hers and hers alone. In my heart, I 
felt the statement to be true.

"Good." Estella said as she continued to gently rub her 
nail up and down the length of my now totally soft 
prick, "relax and get your strength back my darling," 
she continued as she stood. "I'll be back in a thrice."

She left the room, and I managed to just about get onto 
my hands and knees. I started to crawl further up the 
bed, still sweating profusely.
 
Lying face down, my head on the soft pillow, I closed my 
eyes, and began to drift off into a relaxed sleep.

I was almost unconscious when I felt her body weight on 
the bed next to me. My eyes opened slightly, and I saw 
her lying close to me; she again, was staring into my 
eyes.

"This is going to sound rather silly," she began, "but, 
I think I love you," she said quietly, leaning into me. 
She kissed my forehead. I opened my mouth to speak, but 
she shushed me. "Don't speak." She said.

"I've…" she paused slightly as if to gather her 
thoughts, "had feelings for you since we first met." she 
explained, "I don't know why, nor do I care, but as soon 
as I saw you, I knew that you were a special person."
 
Her hand stroked my face gently. "I fell deeply and 
madly in love with you in that second," she mused 
gently. "I've been wracking my brain for a while trying 
to find a way to tell you…"

"Why didn't you just say something?" I eventually asked, 
as she slowly and gently caressed my brow.
 
She shook her head. "I don't know," she retorted. "I 
wanted to tell you desperately. But, I couldn't find the 
words."
 
She leant forward, kissing my mouth tenderly, "tell me 
you feel the same way."
 
I spoke the words she wanted to hear. A huge smile 
beamed across her face. She fell upon me, wrapping her 
arms around me. I felt her hold my head and shoulders 
tightly, as kisses rained down upon my face, neck and 
shoulders.
 
"Why then," I said slowly, gathering the words 
carefully, "did you tell me that you'd thought of asking 
James to come with you instead of me."
 
"A ruse to get you here," she replied with a straight 
face, "nothing more," she paused to kiss me. "I honestly 
didn't think you'd agree without a legitimate reason."
 
"I would have," I said. "All you had to do was ask." 


"Does it really matter?" She asked, "after all is said 
and done, you and I are here, were we are meant to be."

My eyes closed before I could speak and I felt myself 
drifting off to sleep again.
 
When I awoke, what must have been several hours later, I 
found myself shivering despite being half covered by a 
blanket. Estella had gone.
 
Sheepishly, I looked around the room for her; I could 
see daylight behind the flimsy curtains.
 
I moved the blanket to one side, got off the bed, and 
dressed quickly. The room had turned decidedly chilly - 
I noticed that the fire had died.

I wandered down stairs after checking Estella's room, 
which was empty. I found her downstairs, eating. I 
kissed her cheek lightly before sitting down next to 
her. She smiled at me in reply, her mouth full of food.

Thank the good Lord that the previous night had not been 
a dream; I thought to myself, as I waited for the 
servant to deliver my breakfast.

I wondered to myself as we ate and chatted idly, why I 
had never considered marriage before.
 
There had been plenty of women in my life with whom I 
could have settled down, if I had so chosen, so why 
choose her over any of the others? It was a question 
that I could not answer, - and that would remain 
unanswered, for the time being.

Once we had finished eating, we put on thick coats, and 
headed out into the chilly morning air.
 
Hand in hand, we strode towards the centre of London and 
the shops.
 
We spent the rest of the day and on my behalf, a small 
fortune on Christmas presents.
 
Estella wandered in and out of various establishments 
perusing the wares on display. She, I noticed had an eye 
for a bargain, and would often haggle the price down 
with the shopkeeper, where as I would just give whatever 
was asked for on the display card.

We ate and shopped some more. By the time we were ready 
to head back to the house, we were both carrying quite a 
few items, and Estella managed to find a better way to 
carry the goods she had bought as I struggled.

When we got back to the house just before sundown, the 
servants took the packages from us. The head servant 
informed me that dinner would be at eight o'clock.
 
I told him that that was fine, and followed Estella up 
stairs. I found her in her room. She had removed her 
hat, and was filling a bowl with water.

I crossed the room and wrapped my arms around her waist. 
As I kissed her neck, I slid my hands upward to cup her 
breasts through her dress.
 
I nibbled at her earlobe and whispered dirty words into 
her ear, telling her what I'd like to do to her 
sexually. She giggled, and pushed her backside into my 
crotch, wiggling it from side to side.

My fingers worked on her buttons, and but a moment 
later, I peeled her dress off her shoulders, letting it 
fall to the floor. Kissing her neck continuously, as my 
hands moved down to her corset, I undid the catches that 
held it tightly in place around her slim waist and 
muscled torso.

Deep lung fulls of sweetly scented perfume filled my 
nostrils, and I felt my ardour rise, my prick began to 
swell, and she felt it through my pantaloons. Estella 
began to thrust her bum backwards against my crotch 
again, grinding her hips.

She turned in my grasp and kissed me quickly on the 
mouth. Sliding down my body, she fell through my embrace 
and crouched at my feet. Her hands quickly worked at 
undoing the buttons there, and seconds later, she had me 
my prick in her hands. Soon, it was in her mouth.

She sucked greedily upon me, giving my semi-erect member 
cause to rise strongly under her movements, her head 
bobbed back and forth, devouring me.
 
I felt myself swelling again, my body was tingling – my 
prick throbbed and pulsed as my blood engorged it. Her 
hands were upon my hips, holding me as her mouth slid 
over the complete length.

I had expected her not to be able to take the whole of 
my prick in to her small mouth. I had expected her to 
gag on me more than once as she tried to swallow me. She 
took the full length.
 
I could feel the tip of her tongue rubbing up against my 
balls, as she thrust her head forward with increasing 
speed. I was surprised. No one had managed to take my 
member in to their throat without gagging at little at 
first – not Verity, Mary-Ann or Eliza nor any of the 
other woman I had slept with.

At some point, Estella moved her hands from my hips, and 
began to gently caress my balls.
 
She squeezed gently with one hand, and rubbed with the 
other. My cock twitched violently, it throbbed as her 
head drove itself repeatedly onto my cock, her fingers 
working miracles with my balls at the same time, sending 
pulses of pleasure up and in to my engorged penis.
 
I was going to erupt soon, the sensations she was giving 
me with her mouth, were the best I had ever felt.

Sensing that I was just about to come in her mouth, 
Estella poked a finger into my backside. She forced her 
finger into me as far as humanly possible. Estella began 
to move it back and forth.
 
The feeling of that finger wiggling deeply in my arse, 
made me cum copiously.
 
My sperm hit the back of her throat with awesome force. 
Splashing my orgasm around her mouth and down in to her 
throat. Her wagging finger kept moving, as I ejaculated, 
intensifying it.
 
It seemed to me that gallons of my seed hit her tonsils 
and tongue, as Estella swallowed mouthful after mouthful 
of my salty, white seed.

After taking it all, Estella licked her lips. She 
sighed, a contented sigh.
 
With the hand that had been rubbing my balls, she took 
hold of my cock, and gently rubbed back and forth, 
exposing the head of my prick and my foreskin – her 
tongue flicked at the head each time. Her teeth gently 
nibbled at the head when the opportunity presented 
itself.
 
With one last deep suck, she smacked her lips together 
in satisfaction and stood up.
 
"Time to dress for dinner," she remarked. I nodded my 
agreement.

After dinner that evening, we retired to bed early, and 
spend the remainder of the night making love.
 
Next morning, Estella told me that she wanted to go 
shopping by herself.
 
I had wanted to spend the whole day with her again, but 
she insisted on going out alone. Reluctantly, I let her 
go.
 
After lunch, I ventured out and bought Estella a 
Christmas present. After all that had happened between 
us, I couldn't have not bought her a present now, could 
I? 


-= Chapter Seven =-
 
When Estella got back to the house after her solo 
shopping trip, I tried to peek into the bags as the 
servant present helped her remove her coat.

"No peeking," she chided me, "you naughty boy!" As she 
smiled at me, the servant averted her eyes, smiling 
weakly. Estella, bags in hand, almost ran up the stairs 
and into her room.

I stood in the hallway, all I could do was smile. I 
thought about venturing up stairs after her, but decided 
against it – after all, whatever she had bought for me 
was supposed to be a surprise.

Several minutes after she had gone up the stairs, 
Estella came back into view. She had a huge smile on her 
face as she walked daintily down the stairs. I moved my 
head to one side as I watched her walk toward me. I 
kissed her gently when she reached where I standing.

For the rest of the evening Estella kept mum about the 
present she had bought that day and no matter what 
questions I asked, she refused to answer. "You'll find 
out soon enough," was all she would say.

After our meal, I asked Estella what she wanted to do 
with the rest of the evening. She told me that she did 
not have any particular plans, so whatever I had in mind 
would be fine.

We got our coats and gloves, and after dismissing the 
servants for the rest of the night, we stepped out into 
the cold December air. A little flurry of snow began to 
fall as we walked hand in hand up the avenue into the 
direction of the centre of London.

Chatting as we walked, I was still trying to gain clues 
from Estella as to my present. I was trying to be as 
subtle about it as I could.
 
Estella though, as I was to find out was a very 
intuitive woman, and she knew exactly what I was about – 
even though I thought I was being clever by not asking 
her direct questions.

We found an expensive looking establishment that served 
fine wines and went in. After getting drinks, we sat, 
silently staring into each other's eyes. We had drunk 
almost half of the contents of our glasses before either 
one of us spoke.

"I have had an idea," Estella said with a twinkle in her 
eye. "I grew up not far from here, and I would like to 
go back for old time's sake." I nodded my approval with 
a curious look in my eye, and took a long gulp out of my 
drink. Estella's face drew a wry smile and as she sipped 
at her drink.

"Don't worry, you'll have a good time," was all she 
would say when I asked about where she had in mind to 
go. As I looked into her eyes, I thought that I could 
see her mind racing. She had a look on her face that 
told me she was both lost and very deep in thought at 
the same time!

Someone had told me once upon a time that the eyes were 
windows to the soul, and as I sat staring at her, I 
tried again to fathom what she was thinking. However, 
being a typical man, I gave up after a few minutes. I 
would never understand the female psyche, I mused.

Draining her glass in one long swallow Estella stood. I 
had but a mouthful left myself, so I quickly followed 
suit. She offered me her hand. Taking it, she led me out 
of the noisy room and back into the quiet, snow-laden 
street.

We quickly walked hand in hand, her leading me up both 
quiet and busy streets for what must have been thirty 
minutes. As the snow continued to fall, Estella 
mentioned shops and street names as she recognised them 
in passing. Eventually I began to notice that we were 
heading into one of the poorer areas of London. The 
buildings were more rundown here; the streets not so 
clean, and the people we saw wore less than appealing 
clothing. They must be freezing in this cold weather I 
thought to myself, as the snow fell heavier onto the 
street.

I asked where we were going, and Estella told me that it 
was not far now and just to follow with an open mind. I 
told her that I was an open minded man, as open minded 
as the next man, and Estella nodded, telling me that 
where we were going, an open mind was a very good thing.

I noticed rats scurrying about in the shadows cast by 
the buildings as we walked, their footprints leaving 
small marks in the newly fallen snow. I heard the wash 
of water lapping up against stone in the distance, and 
gathered we were near the Thames. "Not far now," Estella 
said, leading me down an alley lit by only one or two 
gas lamps.

We stopped in what I thought must have been the middle 
of the alley quite close to a lamp. Estella rapped 
gently at door that I could not see in the dim light. As 
we waited I asked what we were doing, and rather than 
reply, she lifted a finger and placed it carefully and 
gently upon my lips – indicating for me to be silent.

A small hatch opened and a female face appeared. Whoever 
the person was must have recognised Estella as without a 
word, the hatch closed. The door opened, a blast of hot 
air blowing out into the snowy alley.
 
I saw an exquisitely furnished passageway behind the 
door. We stepped inside, and a woman who appeared to me 
to be in her forties, closed the door behind us. Estella 
and the woman embraced and kissed each other's cheeks.

"Estella, my dear!" she exclaimed, "How nice to see you 
again after all this time!"

"Madam!" Estella greeted her, "we were in the area and I 
thought I would pay you and the girls a visit," A huge 
smile covered her face; this was obviously somewhere she 
felt very at home. Giving her friend a huge hug, Estella 
turned to face me.
 
She made my introduction to the woman. I noticed that 
glint in her eye again, and sort of half smiled, half 
frowned at Estella – I was not sure about what this 
place was, and I had a feeling that made me 
uncomfortable to say the least.

We followed the woman down the passageway through 
another doorway, appearing in a lavish waiting room. We 
halted, and I saw several empty chairs, a counter, and a 
smoking bottle.
 
Several people where here already, lounging about with 
drinks in one hand and a tube from the smoking bottle in 
the other. Several took long tokes on the smoking tube, 
letting out deep, contented sighs as they did so.
 
I noticed that everyone here with the exception of 
Estella and her friend were men. A puzzled look appeared 
on my face. Estella noticed it and giggled.

The woman clapped her hands together twice and, as if 
from nowhere, several scantily clad young beauties 
entered the room. Some of the girls wore naught but 
knickers and tight fitting brassieres, some basks, some 
lacy petticoats - one or two wore only knickers, with 
nothing covering their breasts.

A few of the girls made a beeline for the seated men. I 
could hear whispers coming from all of them as they 
kissed and fondled the men's chests through their 
clothing. I blushed slightly as it dawned on me that we 
were in a house of ill repute!

Some of the girls recognised Estella, and embraced her, 
some hugging her tightly, some kissing her. Those who 
did not know her stood stock still, looking either 
puzzled, or slightly embarrassed at the scene before 
them.

"Girls! Girls!" the woman said waving her hands in front 
of her to quieten them. "We have a special visitor!" She 
indicated Estella with a swish of her arm. Estella 
curtsied slightly.
 
"Estella here," the madam said, "used to be a member of 
our happy family." The girls who had been standing idle 
now moved toward Estella, greeting her as warmly as the 
others had, each giving her a hug and a kiss on the 
cheek, some giggling delightedly as they did so.

All the while, I stood silently, my cheeks feeling 
flushed at the sight of so much flesh. My eyes moved 
from one girl to another, admiring their bodies.
 
My head spun as I took in the scene. The majority of 
these girls were stunning. They were a pleasure to 
behold, but I felt some pity for them at the same time.

Eventually, after the madam had restored order to the 
melee of girls that crowded around Estella, they retired 
to sit on a few of the leather bound seats that lined 
the walls. A girl with a smoking pipe in hand sidled up 
to me, offering me the tube. I wanted to refuse, but 
thinking it would appear impolite, I did not.

Taking the tube in my mouth, I sucked on it gently. I 
could feel the smoke passing down my throat, into my 
lungs. It was acrid, and I coughed.

As my body automatically got rid of the smoke with my 
next breath, I felt slightly dizzy. My head began to 
spin a little, and my thoughts became quite fuzzy.
 
Although the smoke tasted foul, I took another suck on 
the tube … a little harder and longer this time – I did 
not know why I had done that, it was almost an automatic 
thing – something about it drew me in.

Estella introduced me as her fiancι, and I smiled at 
her, exhaling the purple and blue smoke into the room.
 
"Hello ladies," I said in my poshest voice, bowing 
slightly. My legs felt like they belonged to someone 
else as my head began to swim a little more. In unison, 
or what seemed like it, they replied, "Hello!" back to 
me.

My eyes darted back and forth across the menagerie of 
female flesh that was on display before me, and I felt 
my cock start to harden quickly in my pantaloons.
 
Visions of them sucking me entered my head, and the mere 
thought of that alone was enough to make me smile some 
more.
 
I drew smoke from the tube for a third time, keeping the 
smoke in my lungs for as long as I could. I did not know 
what it was that I was smoking, but the way it made me 
feel was strangely interesting to me. 

Releasing herself from the grip of one exuberant friend, 
Estella spoke. "Christopher and I are only in town for a 
few days," she told them, "and I wanted him to 
experience something the like of which he's not had 
before." A few of the girls giggled. "With madam's 
permission, I thought we might have a party."

The madam smiled at Estella, nodding slightly. "Choose 
the girls that appeal to you most Christopher." She told 
me, and took the smoking tube out of my hands. 

I felt like a child in a sweet shop! So many beautiful 
girls assembled before me, I started to think lustful 
thoughts. My eyes swiftly moved from one girl to 
another, checking each with a critical eye to see if the 
look of them turned me on or not.

"I choose Estella first," I said my voice sounding a 
little strange to me. Estella shook her head.

"No," she retorted. "You cannot choose me." I looked at 
her and frowned.
 
'What?' I thought as my head spun. "This is a special 
Christmas gift from me to you," she said, as if to 
answer my thoughts. "You must choose from the ladies 
presented before you."

I shook my head in disbelief but acquiesced. Slowly and 
with purpose, I looked around the room at the girls, 
pointing to those I found attractive.
 
Before long, I had three girls stood at my side. The 
Madam nodded, and clapped her hands again. The girls who 
not occupied with the other men in the room, all stood 
and made their egress.

Estella whispered something into the ear of the first 
girl that I had chosen; I did not quite hear what she 
said as she spoke so very quietly. I doubted at that 
time that I would have understood anyway had I heard, my 
mind spun from the after effects of the smoke.

The girl nodded her response and giggled.
 
The other two girls I had chosen linked arms with me, 
and I passed through another door and up a flight of 
steep stairs. I felt as though I was dragged, rather 
than led but soon enough we entered a room.
 
As soon as the door closed, several pairs of hands 
started to undress me.
 
They tore my clothes off my body. I stood and let them 
disrobe me, my cock beginning to swell again at their 
touch, my whole body felt alive to the touch of these 
girls. Each touch sent small electrical pulses racing 
through me…

A hand gripped my prick, frigging it, waves of pleasure 
rippled through me.
 
Another hand rubbed my chest, fingertips moving swiftly 
over my nipples, engorging them in seconds as a wave 
passed through me. Another set of fingertips ran down my 
back, tickling my spine, caressing my buttocks, making 
me shudder with pleasure, all the time, my prick 
twitched in this girls' hand.

I closed my eyes, and stood silently as they did with me 
what they pleased, not daring to speak, my mind filled 
though with erotic thoughts, and as well as flashing 
colours; swirling patterns that appeared and disappeared 
as quickly as they had appeared. My eyes felt heavy, as 
did my head.

I felt the tip of a tongue touch the shaft of my cock, 
the flow of pleasure from my cock was enough to make me 
open my eyes again, and lift my head. My prick twitched 
as my blood flowed into it, swelling it.

Tongues touched me, licking or sucking me. They only 
lingered for a few seconds, engorging my swelling member 
a little more.
 
The remaining girls' mouth enveloped one of my nipples, 
nibbling and biting upon it.
 
I moaned, my cock twitching and throbbing - what with my 
head spinning, my slightly clouded, but highly erotic 
thoughts, I felt as though I was nearing orgasm.

They dragged to the bed, and threw me face down upon it. 
Two pairs of hands grasped at me, turning me over.
 
I looked down at the girls as they clambered over the 
sides of the bed. Two of them resumed the licking and 
nibbling of my prick, the third climbed onto the bed - 
she squatted over my face, presenting me her hairy 
pussy.
 
I stuck my tongue out and licked her slit, feeling how 
wet she was. Moving my tongue slightly upward, I found 
her clit, and it was huge. Not, swollen though, it was 
literally huge, this was the biggest clitoris I'd ever 
seen, it was almost as if she had a very small penis 
between her legs adorning the top of her wet, slippery 
cunt – I kid you not!
 
My fuddled head instructing me to take full advantage of 
this opportunity and have at it – I didn't hesitate and 
drove my head toward that massive clit!

My legs where parted, as far as they would stretch, and 
a hot mouth enveloped my cock, she sucked as if 
possessed, upon it, taking it deeply into her mouth, 
emitting a loud slurping noise.
 
A tongue licked and sucked my balls, flicked at my arse 
hole, touching the crinkled brown orifice.

I moaned, and groaned, between licks. My cock grew in 
the mouth that surrounded it.
 
My balls where fondled as no one had fondled them 
before, and the pussy that hovered above my face leaked 
juice down onto my face and on to my chin.

"He's coming," the one playing with my balls said, and 
almost straight away, I did just that.
 
I could feel through my throbbing prick, the jets of 
jism as they spurted out of me.
 
The girl sucking me was swallowing each mouthful, her 
hot mouth around my swollen, throbbing member, made me 
spurt even more down her throat as the girl fondling my 
balls squeezed gently.

After a minute or two, the spasms in my prick subsided, 
and it was set free. The girl whose pussy I was licking 
began to grind herself into my face as I continued to 
lick at her clit.
 
She moaned, and juice flowed out of her body, and 
covered my face completely.
 
She moved away from me, her fingers dancing over her 
massive clit as she stepped away. Another girl stepped 
in to the vacant position, and the pussy grinding and 
licking started again.

A tongue started licking at my softening cock.
 
I felt her licking the remaining dribbles of seed off 
the shaft of my cock, and my stomach. I heard her 
gulping as she swallowed the precious liquid greedily.
 
One of the girls said something in a whisper that I did 
not quite hear.

My cock and balls where roughly handled, causing me to 
become semi-erect again. Whilst I thought it would be an 
age before I was ready, I could already feel a stirring 
deep within my loins.
 
I could literally feel the blood racing around inside my 
body; heading back toward my cock, ready to engorge it 
yet again.

The girl above me orgasmed, my face again covered in 
warm, sticky juice.
 
I lifted my hands, trying desperately to keep the girl 
from moving, as I lapped at her pussy. I tried to bury 
my tongue deep between her lips, as I pulled her down 
onto my face with glee, tasting the combination of the 
smoke and her fresh juices mingling on my tongue.

"Close your eyes," the one who had straddled my face 
ordered me.
 
I obeyed immediately. My curiosity peaked, as did my 
lust.
 
I heard the door to the room open, then close again.
 
"Lift his head," someone said, I felt that something 
cover over my eyes. Hands touched my hair as strings 
where tied behind me.
 
Blind now as I was, they started to touch me again, 
fondling my body - getting me ready to fuck one, or 
perhaps, all of them if I had enough stamina.

"Open your mouth," a voice told me. I did, and felt a 
tube on my lower lip, "Inhale."
 
I took several sharp intakes of breath, as I sucked the 
now strangely sweet tasting smoke down into my lungs 
once more.
 
My cock twitched as I exhaled the smoke, and one of the 
girls must have noticed it move, as a hand grasped me 
gently – masturbating me slowly back to full hardness.

I took another series of breaths, sucking more smoking 
to me.
 
Another cunt lowered over my face, I was told to lick. 
When I felt it touch my lips, I started to lick again, 
exhaling the smoke in to the pussy before me. 

The tube was yanked away, I heard someone else use it.
 
Whoever was above me, started to grind herself from side 
to side, as well as back and forth over my face and busy 
tongue.
 
Her movements buried my tongue; the tip of my nose was 
deep inside her, nuzzling at her clit – stimulating her 
as I licked. I heard her quiet groan.
 
My head began to spin again. Intensified ripples of 
pleasure began to flow through me, as I felt the hand 
tugging at my prick slightly harder than it had done 
before, encouraging me to hardness.

I heard a noise of something being unwrapped, but my 
mind, filled with raucous feelings and sensations, made 
me ignore it.

Whoever it was that had been frigging me, now stopped, 
and began to suck me.
 
Her hot mouth covered my cock in saliva as it slid up 
and down the shaft, engorging it slightly.
 
Blood rushed into my groin, the heat from the mouth 
suckling on me felt good and as I concentrated, or tried 
to, I felt my pego expand and grow again.

I tried to reach out to grab a pair of breasts, or 
whatever I could get hold of, someone said, "Restrain 
him!"

The cunny above my head moved quickly away from me, my 
arms grabbed, and pulled upward, toward my head.
 
I felt a loop of soft leather trail over my hand, 
tightening around my wrist.
 
A few seconds later, I felt a tugging at my other wrist, 
my arms pulled toward the corners of the bed.
 
They were tying me to the bed! My body tingled in 
anticipation.

As soon as my arms where secured, my legs were grabbed, 
the same thing happening again. My legs, spread as far 
apart as I could humanly spread them, where tied to the 
bed.

I lay helpless on the bed. My mind racing to thoughts of 
what was about to happen to me – my body felt as though 
someone was poking me with a sharp needle – twinges of 
pain and pleasure intermingled, causing me to moan and 
sigh softly.

One second, intensely erotic thoughts ran through my 
brain, the next second flashing images of me being 
beaten with sticks appeared before me.
 
I tried desperately to block out the bad images, and 
concentrate on the erotic ones, and it was only when 
fingers started touching my cock again, and a pussy had 
been lowered over my face once more that I realised that 
nothing too bad was going to happen to me.
 
I relaxed a little. I decided to let go what 
inhibitions, if any, that remained, and go with the 
feeling.

I knew that there were still at least three girls in the 
room with me.
 
One was crouched over my face, forced to lick her or 
suffocate, as she ground herself into me.
 
Another was sucking on my prick, bringing it slowly back 
to life with a combination of frigging; the tip of her 
tongue giving me an occasional lick of the shaft and 
balls.
 
A finger loitered near to my anus, and every now and 
then, it was pushed into me slightly, sending waves of 
pleasure through my body – making me convulse and 
twitch.

'What was the third one doing?' my confused brain 
thought, as I continued to lick and probe the pussy 
above me.

I found out sooner than I had expected.
 
I felt something touch my chest near my nipples. 
Whatever it was – it was dragged down my body slowly, 
teasing me; my body felt a whole, new sensation.
 
Circles where drawn on my flesh and I felt this thing 
touch me lightly. It felt as though many leathery 
fingers were touching me all at the same time.

Suddenly my flesh stung as something bounced off me with 
a crack!

I almost yowled in pain as the fingers of this thing 
that was playing with me, bounced off me, making me 
squirm slightly, restrained as I was.

The girl whose pussy I had in my mouth ground herself 
deeper into my face, making it impossible for me to make 
any sound at all… the only thing I could do was keep 
licking, taking in deep breaths whenever I could.

My flesh stung again, and again, and I could hear one of 
the girls giggling with glee each time my body moved 
involuntarily as the fingers bounced off me.

The whore sucking on me doubled her efforts now.
 
Sucking with ferocity at my cock, I felt myself 
hardening deep inside her mouth, the head felt as though 
it was filling her mouth totally, touching the back of 
her throat.

Fingers fondled my balls as her mouth ran up and down my 
shaft. I groaned a silent groan between licks, as my 
cock twitched yet again.
 
I felt myself swell within her mouth yet again.
 
She sucked harder and harder on me, her fingers dancing 
over my balls in unison with her bobbing head – my prick 
began to throb and pulse as I hardened, painfully so.

The fingers bounced off me again, and my body jerked in 
reaction to the touch of this thing, sending shockwaves 
through me once more. I was getting used to the feelings 
that I was getting, the pain slowly turning to pleasure.

The pussy above me dripped juice onto my face, it 
dribbled down off the tip of my nose, in to my mouth, 
and down onto my neck and shoulders.

One of them giggled again, as fingers hit me again, the 
puzzlingly enjoyable pain coursed through me…

The fingers touched my body yet again, and I felt the 
mouth leave my cock. A tongue flicked at it slowly and 
deliberately. I felt feet touch me at either side of my 
hips and waist, a hand placed on my stomach.

I felt the cheeks of some ones bottom touch the head of 
my now fully erect cock.
 
Seconds later, I felt myself enter the body of one of 
the whores.
 
She lowered herself on to my cock, the heat off her body 
flowing through me, making my cock feel stiffer and 
stiffer, as she moved down upon it enveloping me 
totally.

Only when her bum rested against the tops of my legs, 
did she start to fuck me.
 
Slowly, carefully, she moved upward. The cunt I was 
licking moved, replaced by another.

Taking a lung full of air whilst I had the chance to, I 
started all over again with the lapping movements I was 
making.
 
My jaw hurt like hell, but I could not stop myself, my 
brain told me that I had no other choice but to lick, 
and, lick I did.

Whoever was riding my cock moved with slow and 
purposeful movements up and down the length of my shaft 
- it felt sometimes as if the head was about to pop out 
and she would stop; wait for a moment, then plunge down 
again, in slow, fluid movements - one long continuous 
stroke.

The movements of this body where measured, calculated.
 
She did not stop until she had reached the base of my 
prick.
 
Again, in one fluid movement, she lifted herself upwards 
to the point that my pego almost left her. Then, it 
started all over again; she slid down me in one 
movement, and after pausing for a short time, upward 
again. She was groaning and moaning. It was almost a 
whisper, but I could hear her, just.

This happened time after time. Slowly and surely fucking 
me – she was taking her time, getting as much pleasure 
from me as was possible. I matched this whore with my 
groaning.
 
I was obviously in the hands of an expert whore – she, 
who ever she was, knew how to bring a man to orgasm 
slowly, making the experience last as long as possible, 
and for it to be as enjoyable as possible too.

My hot cock throbbed and twitched as this whore fucked 
me.
 
I felt as though I was going to explode again at any 
second, but she seemed to have a knack of knowing when I 
was going to start to cum, and she would stop, or change 
her action slightly, allowing the urge to subside; then 
she would start again.

The cunny over my mouth changed yet again.
 
I continued to lick and lap at the hot, moist pussy 
above me. This was replaced every now and then, by a 
puckered arse hole, which I licked with glee.

Eventually, I could hold back no longer, and whoever was 
riding me sensed it.
 
Even she, with her natural instinct could not stop me. 
She sped up her movements substantially, and I felt her 
muscles clasping, clenching at my prick, as she drove it 
in and out of her body, short sharp strokes now having 
taken the place of the long deep movements she had been 
making. Her groans and moans became audible.

When I came, I almost screamed, even with a mouth full 
of cunt!
 
My sperm felt as though it was flying out of my cock 
into her orifice!
 
I could feel her muscles squeezing me as the white-hot 
liquid flowed out me in jets.

I moaned and groaned throughout my orgasm. When my body 
went limp, the girl, whoever it was, simply stood up.
 
I felt my prick hit my stomach.
 
Immediately, it was pounced upon by two hungry mouths, I 
felt them licking and slurping up the warm, white cum.

Another cunt was lowered on to my face; hands grabbed my 
hair, pulling me toward this pussy so that my nose was 
touching bare flesh. I started to lick at it.
 
I could smell a sweet, musky odour in my nostrils. It 
was the sweetest smell I had ever smelt, and I could 
have lain there forever if she had been willing to sit 
above me, letting me breath in that sweet, sweet smell.

As my tongue lapped at her fleshy lips, she moved, and I 
found myself licking an arse. It felt swollen and on 
fire, but it tasted so sweet on my tongue, I savoured 
the taste, licking anywhere and everywhere, trying to 
get as much of the sweet nectar that this woman had 
secreted into my mouth as possible.

I felt someone's hand at the back of my head, and the 
blindfold was whipped away from me. I looked up at a 
swollen bum hole.
 
My spunk leaked out of it, and down on to my face in 
drips, as I watched it pucker in front of me.

I flicked my tongue at it, licking the hole as it moved 
in and out.
 
The muscles behind it contracted and expanded. A finger 
appeared between her pussy lips, it dipped into her cunt 
as if to lubricate it rather than play with her clit, 
and she began to rub her swollen arse hole, pushing her 
finger in and out quickly.

Whoever this was, moaned.

Her fingers danced in and out of the still puckering 
hole, dragging more and more sperm out each time.
 
I lapped my tongue at the hole when I got the chance, 
eating my own sperm. I had never tasted my own sperm 
before. It was slightly salty and sweet at the same 
time. It was a strange taste indeed!

The finger moved away from her arse hole and parted her 
cuntal lips - it flicked at her clit.
 
It was then that I noticed the small metal ring. It was 
Estella!

I had fucked Estella's arse! Well, she had fucked her 
arse. I had just lain there!

Eventually, I was untied and Estella helped me off the 
bed, I looked at her, staring deeply into her eyes.

We sat facing at each other. We only began talking once 
the other two girls had left us alone; Estella told me 
that she wanted me to know more about her.

She explained that when she was an orphan as a little 
girl and the previous Madam here had taken her in, and 
given her a home, and a job.

She had worked as a serving girl until she turned 
eleven, and then she began working in the house as one 
of the girls.
 
During the day, she had studied and learnt as much as 
she could from the old books that lay about the place. 
In the evenings, she had worked the house, soon becoming 
the favourite girl of quite a few of the visiting men.
 
One of the more sadistic clients had pierced her with 
two rings. He had drugged her, and had his way with all 
three of her bodily orifices.
 
He had wanted to pierce both of her nipples and cunt 
lips whilst Estella was unconscious, but the Madam had 
interrupted him, and he was thrown out of the bordello, 
and told never to return,
 
She had stopped him from doing the deed – but only just 
– he'd pierced a nipple and one fold of pussy before the 
Madam caught him.

Estella continued to say that this client had wanted to 
tie her up using ropes and harnesses. "It will make your 
holes more accessible for fucking," she quoted to me in 
a funny voice as she impersonated the man.
 
Before the piercing incident, she was quite happy to be 
tied up and used in any way her clients saw fit.

Her service in the house continued for more than ten 
years, and eventually Estella had gotten bored of being 
used by fat, sweaty old men as fuck toy.

At the age of twenty-five, Estella told me, that she had 
decided to leave the whorehouse. She explained how she 
had spent months seeking employment elsewhere before 
leaving the profession – it was then that she saw, and 
had applied for the job of tutoring Verity.

Despite saving a good amount of money, Estella told me 
that she felt wasted in the whorehouse, and always knew 
that her future lay elsewhere.
 
My family had given her a chance to better herself both 
socially and financially, as my Father had offered her 
the princely sum of thirty-five pounds per year to work 
for us.

She told me that she would be forever in my families' 
debt, and I believed her totally.

We rested for a short time, took some refreshment, and 
waited 'till my head cleared.
 
We dressed and left the whorehouse, receiving a fond 
farewell from the Madam and a few of the girls. As we 
walked, I asked her why she had not removed the rings 
from her body.

"Well, I actually quite like them," she replied. "At the 
time, I despised them, and tried to get them out of me." 
She imitated herself attempting to pull the ring out of 
her nipple. "Madam talked me out of it, saying that it 
would hurt me more to remove them, than keep them."

"Do they hurt?" I asked cautiously.

"No, quite the reverse," she continued, "I can feel the 
ring in my nipple when my clothes rub against it," she 
said, taking my hand to her chest. Her fingers 
manipulated my own, rubbing through the layers of 
clothing at the ring beneath. I felt her hard nipple 
harden even more, if that were possible. "The ring in my 
cuntal lip rubs against my clothes and my thigh 
constantly." She continued, "it gives me little thrills 
all day long, making me want sex all the time!

"I am glad that I did not have all of the piercings," 
she told me, "but I wouldn't take them out now for 
anyone." She reached up, kissing my cheek. "I fear the 
sensations that four of them would have given to me 
would have been over powering." She giggled, "I think I 
would have died from pleasure!"

We walked through the freshly fallen snow, talking. Our 
feet made crunching noises.
 
As we meandered our way back through the streets to our 
temporary residence in London, we chatted more about her 
time in the whorehouse – I felt as though she was being 
totally honest and open with me, and I told her that I 
appreciated her honesty.

Estella continued to tell me about her childhood and 
teenage experiences in the whorehouse. I grew excited 
again when she told me about her clients, and their 
sexual tastes, some of which I was both surprised and 
intrigued at, and told Estella so. She promised me that 
if I were patient, I would try them all!

One we were back at the house, we went straight up 
stairs, and undressed. Climbing in to bed together, we 
snuggled under the bedclothes and talked.
 
Estella told me more about her life, her loves, and 
everything else in between. I listened intently, trying 
desperately not to fall asleep – my body was crying out 
for sleep.

As dawn broke, we made love and fell asleep in each 
other's arms. She snuggled into me as she her breathing 
slowed, and I felt truly happy. 


-= Chapter Eight =-
 
We travelled back to the estate the following day. We 
were tired when arrived and both retired straight away. 
We spent some time together over the days that followed, 
making love each day.
 
Today was the 23rd of December and I was feeling full of 
the festive spirit. My family held a ball on this day 
each year, and this year's ball was as much of a success 
as all of the previous balls, I spent almost all of the 
party dancing with Estella.
 
Of course, I danced with Verity and Mary-Ann who was 
home for Christmas. She and Verity even danced together 
– but only once, the rules of etiquette would have 
deemed anymore inappropriate for girls their age.
 
We spent Christmas Eve together, chatting, making plans 
for the future, and that night making passionate love.
 
Christmas Day dawned, and more snow fell, the weather 
grew colder, and Estella and I opened our presents 
together after breakfast.
 
Each day since our return to the house, we would at ten 
o'clock go for a walk in the gardens, and despite the 
sudden cold snap, today would be no different we 
decided.

My parents and siblings had been overjoyed to hear that 
we were a couple, and Father had even went so far as to 
tell Estella, in no uncertain terms that even as my 
fiancι, she would still be expected to tutor Verity 
until a suitable replacement could be found.
 
Estella had not been expecting this; she told me 
afterward, and of course had readily agreed.

Time passed quickly while we were in each other's 
company, and although we tried to get together on 
Christmas Day night, we were unable.
 
I did manage to sneak into Estella's room on Boxing Day 
night, so that we could make love. It was hot and 
passionate love making, and I declared to Estella that I 
was falling deeper and deeper in love with her with each 
passing day.
 
The days passed quickly, and we spent as much time as we 
could together.

Eventually, New Year's Eve dawned, and as usual, Estella 
and I went for our morning stroll through the gardens. 
We were sat on the bench in the arbour, huddled together 
to keep warm, when Verity approached, whistling happily.

"The lake over by Hooton Point is frozen solid," she 
said with glee, "I am going to go skating there this 
afternoon, do either of you want to come with me?" 
Estella agreed almost immediately, but I refused. They 
begged me to attend, but I stayed solid in my refusals, 
and eventually, they gave up.

After lunch, I waved the two girls off as they rode away 
toward the lake, specially smoothened boots slung over 
their shoulders.

It was some hours later when Verity returned to the 
house, hobbling on one foot. She was crying her eyes out 
when I first saw her.

"Oh! Oh! Christopher!" She cried at me, "I am so very 
sorry!" She clamped her arms around me, hugging me 
tightly, crying buckets of tears all the while.

I held her, gently patting her back to comfort her. 
"Sorry about what darling?" I asked. "Tell me, what has 
happened?"

Through tears and sobs, Verity explained what had 
happened as she and Estella had been on the lake. Things 
had been going swimmingly all afternoon, and the two of 
them had been having such fun.
 
They had been laughing, joking and carrying on – talking 
about this and that, and of course me. Generally, they 
had been having a jolly good time, I surmised.

Through her tears, Verity explained that she had fallen 
heavily on the ice and winded herself. Estella had 
continued to slide around, laughing at her wards 
misfortune.
 
It was then that tragedy had struck – the ice under 
Estella's boots had cracked, and opened, and she went 
under the thin ice into the freezing cold water.

"I tried to get to my feet," she told me as tears rolled 
down her face in a steady, constant stream. "But my 
ankle would not support my weight!" She bellowed with 
sadness. "Believe me Christopher, I tried! I tried!"

I hugged Verity to me, saying that I was sure that 
Estella would be fine; she had probably found a way out 
of the water and was, as we spoke probably making her 
way to the house as quickly as she could.

Verity shook her head. "No," she sobbed, "she's dead 
Christopher!"
 
She wiped tears away from her face with her fingers. "I 
saw her there, under the ice." She hugged me tighter, 
and buried her head into my shoulder.
 
"I heard her screaming for me to help her. I tried to, 
honestly - I did." She sobbed, "Christopher, I tried, 
but I could not do anything to help her!"
 
She groaned, and began to weep again. "I crawled to the 
edge of the ice and almost fell in myself!" She buried 
her face into my chest, and I heard her sob loudly 
again.

I hushed her, "surely you are mistaken Verity," I said 
softly, secretly fearing the worst, but not willing to 
believe that my lover was dead.
 
Verity pulled herself free of my grasp, and shook her 
head, tears dripping off her face and on to the floor. I 
felt tears welling up, and desperately tried to not let 
them flow, I shook my head, hoping that if there were 
any tears on my face that they would be shook away.

"No! No!" She screamed at me. "She is dead!"

I looked at her eyes, and saw that she was being 
serious. "She drowned in the lake, she went under the 
ice!" I hugged my sister to my chest, squeezing her 
tightly. "I tried to get her out Christopher, but the 
ice was breaking around me, I had to leave her! There 
was nothing I could do!" She repeated.

I raised my head, staring at the ceiling in disbelief. I 
released my hold on Verity, and raced out of the house, 
heading for the stables. A groom was busy brushing a 
horse, and as I approached, he stopped his work, 
standing to attention.

I jumped bodily on the horse that the groom had been 
brushing, even though it wore no saddle. With a quick 
turn, I spurred the horse out of the building, and set 
off almost at full gallop.

Racing down the snow-laden pathways, my mind went 
through everything that Verity had told me. I was 
uncertain as to what I was going to find at the lake, I 
hoped that Verity was mistaken.
 
I prayed as I spurred the horse on, hoping that I would 
find Estella alive and well.

I drove the horse onward, desperately trying to get 
every ounce of speed out of it, as I headed toward 
Hooton Point.
 
After ten minutes at full gallop, I saw the lake in the 
distance – a lone horse stood idly by a tree stump, 
stamping its feet against the cold. My own horse by now 
was sweating profusely – she was breathing hard, but she 
kept up the pace that I demanded of her, her breath 
turning to steam as she galloped ever onward.

As I cleared a small copse of trees, the lake came into 
my sight fully. Without slowing the horse any, I 
prepared to jump from her back. I landed, and rolled in 
the deep, cold snow several times, coming to rest 
against a snow-covered rock that knocked the wind out of 
me slightly. Quickly, I dragged myself to my feet, 
looking around for any sign of Estella.

Moving slowly through the deep snow, I made my way to 
the edge of the lake. I could clearly see a large hole 
somewhere near the centre of it. My feet slipped 
frequently on the slick ice as I carefully made my way 
across the frozen water.
 
I looked around me as I made my way forward; surely, I 
would see Estella somewhere nearby, perhaps huddled at 
the foot of a tree trying to keep warm. I shouted her 
name at the top of my voice, waiting for a sign, 
something to tell me where she was, but again, saw no 
signs of her.

When I neared the huge crack, I felt the ice moving 
under my feet.
 
I held my arms out to my sides to steady myself and 
crept forward, my head moved slightly from side to side, 
my eyes scanning under the ice now.

Moving almost at a crawl to one side of the hole, my 
eyes fixed on something.
 
I heard myself gasp with disbelief.
 
Tears began to well up in my eyes, and this time. I did 
nothing to stem the flow. I dropped carefully to my 
hands and knees, and crawled toward what I now knew to 
be Estella's frozen corpse, ignoring the cold that began 
to permeate my hands and fingers.

The thin ice groaned and creaked under my weight as I 
slowly and gingerly moved over it. Tears now rolled down 
my cheeks, dripping off my face on to the ice beneath 
me.

I was directly over her body, which had moved a slight 
distance away from where the crack in the ice was.
 
Obviously, the lake was not totally solid, and there was 
still some form of current down there. The ice creaked 
and groaned again, and began to move underneath me.
 
It groaned loudly for a second time, and I heard a piece 
of it crack somewhere to my rear. Gazing down into 
Estella's face, I saw that a terrified expression was 
etched upon it, as she had fought so desperately to 
escape.
 
The ice between us looked as though it was less than 
three inches deep, and I began to scratch away it, 
trying desperately to get to her.

I tried not to think about what she must have felt and 
done as she had plunged bodily through the ice into the 
freezing cold water beneath.
 
I frantically scratched away at the ice with 
fingernails. Fighting the thoughts of smashing the ice 
and pulling her cold, stiff body out of the water, I 
lowered myself flat on to the thin ice, spreading myself 
out as much as I could, and continued scratching.

I sniffed, and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. I 
felt like banging my fist hard on the ice but did not, 
as I knew that if I made any such move, that the ice 
would probably crack under me, and I would suffer the 
same cold fate.

The ice groaned, and I heard it crack again. I did not 
want to leave Estella, but I had to. As I felt the ice 
under me shift slightly, I stopped scratching at the 
ice. I had to move right there and then!

Tears rolled down my face again as I moved away from 
Estella's icy body. Crawling extremely carefully on the 
thin ice, I moved as quickly as I could toward the 
horses and safety. The ice continued to groan and moan 
under my weight as I passed over it inch by inch. 
Eventually I found myself on firm ground once more.

I collapsed face first into the snow and bellowed 
Estella's name aloud! I cried, and could not stop 
myself, nor did I want to.
 
Crying loudly as I was, I did not hear the sound of 
approaching horses.

A pair of hands grasped my shoulders, and lifted me to 
my feet. My Father stood before me, and in a show of 
emotion the like of which I had not seen before; he 
wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly to him.

My tears dropped off my face and down the back of his 
coat as he whispered in my ear – telling me that we 
would recover Estella as soon as it was possible to do 
so.
 
He told me that she would be buried in the family plot - 
after all, she was a member of the family, or would have 
been in the very near future.

Wiping the tears away from my eyes again, I saw both 
James and Verity sitting upon the backs of their horses. 
Verity was openly weeping and James, well, James was 
staring at the semi frozen lake.
 
Neither of them moved as their respective mounts stamped 
semi frozen hooves on the cold ground impatiently.

Freeing myself from my Father's grasp, I strode slowly 
back to my horse, without speaking.
 
It was still sweating and breathing heavily, but not as 
heavily as it had been when I had arrived at the lake. I 
grabbed the reigns of the horse that Estella had ridden, 
and climbed up onto its back. I gee'd the horse gently, 
and moved away from the tree stump. As I passed by the 
free horse, I called its name, and with ears pricked, it 
began to follow me.

When at last I got back to the house, I dismounted, and 
ran into the house. I headed straight up stairs and 
collapsed face first onto my bed leaving my door open. 
Try as I might, I could not cry any more. The tears 
behind my eyes had dried up.

I lay, sniffing, face down on the bed, and after a short 
time; I heard my bedroom door close. The thick mattress 
on the bed moved under me slightly as someone sat down 
on the edge of the bed.

A hand stroked my head gently, and I heard Verity 
whispering. What she said I did not hear, nor did I 
care, but Verity, being the gentle soul that she was, 
kept on touching the back of my head and shoulders, 
consoling me.

Eventually, I turned over on the bed, and looked at 
Verity's sweet face. She too had cried all of her tears 
for that day, and her face was red with both the cold 
and the emotion she felt for me and for Estella.

Verity leant forward and kissed my forehead gently. I 
reached up and wrapped my arms around her shoulders, 
dragging her closer to me. Verity moved so that she 
could lie next to me, and we hugged. She occasionally 
kissed me on the cheek or forehead as I lay with my eyes 
closed, she whispered to me for a moment longer, and 
then fell silent.

We lay in silence, Verity kissing me occasionally.
 
Eventually, I opened my eyes and looked directly at 
Verity's face.
 
Her eyes, swollen from the sorrow she felt had reddened, 
her cheeks were ruby red and puffed out. I traced a 
fingertip from her forehead down past her eyes, over her 
cheeks and down onto her small, but perfectly formed 
chin, I leant forward, kissed her tenderly on her lips, 
she quivered under my touch.

I kissed her again gently, expecting her to try to stop 
me, but she did not.

"Verity," I began. She shushed me, and kissed me softly; 
her hand moved and grasped the back of my head, pulling 
my face toward her.
 
We kissed passionately for moment, before she released 
her grip on my hair, her hand moving down my back, 
coming to rest on my buttock.

Squeezing tightly, she kissed me again, thrusting her 
tongue into my mouth. I felt her breath as it surrounded 
my tongue, and without thinking, I responded to her by 
pushing my tongue back into her mouth as deeply as it 
would go.

My fingertip left her chin, fell to her white blouse as 
I searched for her breast.
 
Verity's hand kneaded my buttock as we continued our 
long, passionate kiss.

We held that pose for what seemed like five minutes 
before Verity eventually pushed me backwards onto the 
bed. Her hands moved to my crotch, and she began to 
unbutton my pantaloons.
 
Reaching beyond the confines of the fabric, she took 
hold of my small, soft prick and after pulling back my 
foreskin, she buried its head in her hot mouth.

Verity sucked upon my member gently at first, taking 
solely the head into her mouth, her tongue working its 
magic upon me.
 
I felt myself stiffen slightly. I moved my left hand to 
Verity's bum, and after lifting her petticoats, I began 
to probe at her cunny with my middle finger.

Frigging me slowly, Verity took a little more of me into 
her mouth, buoyed on by my own frigging of her warm 
slit. As she moved her head down onto me, I pushed my 
finger into her, going deeper and deeper with each 
stroke, just as she was with my cock.

My prick twitched in her mouth, and I moaned. Verity 
began to lick my cock, coating it with her saliva.
 
I pushed my finger deeper into her pussy, causing her to 
emit a throaty moan of her own. Stretching herself 
slightly, Verity used the tip of her tongue on my balls; 
I felt a wonderful tickling sensation spread throughout 
my body as she worked on me, switching her attention 
back and forth from my balls to the shaft.

I increased the speed at which my finger pumped at her.
 
My finger was by now coated in her sweet juices, it slid 
back and forth with great ease, and I could hear the 
noise of my finger penetrating her, complimenting the 
sounds she was creating whilst sucking me.
 
I heard Verity groan again. This, like the last was 
stifled slightly, as she again had her mouth full.

My cock twitched again, and I felt it swell as Verity's 
hot breath enveloped the tip.
 
She began to frig me with a free hand, moving it 
fiercely up and down my shaft as she concentrated on 
sucking at the head of my member, her cheeks and jaw 
moved with ever-increasing rapidity as she sucked 
feverishly.

I withdrew my middle finger from Verity's sweet pussy, 
replacing it with my index finger. Starting to finger 
fuck her again, I pushed my middle finger into her bum 
hole at the same time as my index finger entered her 
sopping cunt.
 
She emitted yet another stifled groan as both of my 
fingers moved in unison, sending wave after wave of 
pleasure through her. My fingers moved back and forth 
within her body in time with her sucking.

We continued like this for a few moments longer. 
Eventually, I had to stop Verity – I was close to 
spurting my seed. I wanted to prolong the experience, my 
lust growing with each second that passed.

I removed my fingers from her body, and grasped a hand 
full of hair, trying to drag her head away from my 
throbbing cock. Verity strained against me, trying to 
force as much of me into her mouth as she could, she 
obviously did not want to stop any time soon.

I cried, "stop!" and pulled at her head. Ignoring me, 
she thrust her face down upon my cock, and buried her 
chin into my pubic hair.
 
I could feel her tongue working furiously at the base of 
my cock; she wanted me to cum in her mouth. I wanted to 
fuck her though!

I had to use a considerable amount of force to remove 
Verity's hot, sucking mouth from my member. She was 
still refusing to let me remove myself from her mouth, 
and was sucking now even harder than she had been. God, 
I was close to cumming, but the urge to fuck Verity grew 
stronger and drove me onward.

She recoiled slightly as I pulled at her hair with a 
huge amount of force, I did not want to hurt my sister, 
but I had to find a way of getting her to release her 
vice-like grip on my cock.

As Verity released her suction-like grasp of me for a 
second, my prick dropped out of her mouth, and quickly, 
I scrambled off the bed, moving out of the reach of her 
hands and mouth!
 
I could see that lust had overtaken her completely as 
her fingers danced over her body. She was reaching down 
to play with her clit with one hand as she held up her 
petticoats with the other. I watched her as she bit her 
lower lip, her smouldering eyes following my cock as she 
fiddled with herself. 

I pushed her forcibly down onto the bed, and hoisted her 
petticoats into the air, revealing her wet cunt and arse 
hole. My pantaloons dropped to my ankles as I moved in 
to fucking range of her crotch.

I pulled the thin flimsy fabric that covered her pussy 
aside, pushing the head of my cock in between the soft 
lips of her quim. I fell bodily upon her, and began 
rutting at her like a wild animal.
 
Verity let out a gasp as my member penetrated her, and 
it immediately began to swell, filling her insides 
totally.

As I pushed myself into her, Verity's body began to move 
in time with the thrusts. I forced the fingers that had 
been in her cunny and arse into her mouth, and she began 
to suck wildly upon them, grabbing my wrist with both 
her hands so that I could not move it away from her hot 
mouth.

I fucked her quim as hard and as fast as I could; I knew 
that if I kept on, I would cum deep within her with 
seconds, but did not relent. My cock throbbed, and I 
felt it swell yet again as my blood engorged it.

Verity moaned her mouth full of fingers. As I listened 
to her, many, many lustful thoughts entered my head.
 
I pulled out of her pussy, feeling that I was about to 
cum. Lust had over taken me as it had taken Verity. I 
plunged my prick into her cute anus, penetrating her 
anal sphincter with one thrust.
 
With one stroke, I was balls deep into her.
 
Moving my free hand to steady myself, I began to thrust 
in to her with reckless abandon. I could feel the 
muscles that surrounded her arse contracting and 
expanding around my throbbing cock, sending waves 
through me and through her at the same time. The muscles 
of her vagina contracted violently sucking me in to her 
further, and I felt them as I pumped relentlessly in to 
her anal cavity.

I began to sweat profusely, and when I looked down at 
Verity's neck, a few beads fell onto her; they sizzled 
as they fell upon her skin, evaporating within seconds. 
She moaned again – still sucking on my fingers.

My brain switched into overdrive as I watched her 
suckling at my fingers; what with that image in front of 
me, and the picture that I had in my head of my prick 
being buried repeatedly in her tight bum, I continued to 
fuck away at my sisters bum.
 
Pushing myself deeper into her body with each stroke, I 
buried myself into her as far as I could as my cock 
expanded again and again – her anus sucking me, and 
gripping me with force.

Lewd images of myself with Verity; with Mary-Ann; with 
Estella, and with others filled my thoughts – the theme 
the same with each of the pictures in my head; wild, 
uncontrollable fucking!

As I rutted away at Verity's arse, my mind filled with 
thoughts of Estella's body.
 
I tried to dismiss the thoughts of her, but I could not.
 
In my head, I saw her nipple and pussy rings, her small 
breasts, and her taught torso muscles.
 
My brain showed me images of her swooping down on to my 
cock, taking it in her mouth, just as she had done the 
last time we had had sex on Boxing Day.

"Estella!" I cried as my spunk spewed out of my cock, 
filling Verity's tight hole. "Estella!" Whether or not 
Verity took any dislike to me calling out the name of my 
dead lover or not, I didn't know – she groaned and 
moaned as my sperm filled her, but otherwise remained 
silent.

I pulled myself out of Verity, my cum spurting out of my 
cock in thick long strands, landing on Verity's pussy 
lips, and the first of her faint strawberry blonde pubic 
hairs.
 
I collapsed onto my bed, holding my head in my hands.

I felt Verity's hands grab my member, as once again she 
filled her mouth with my cock. I heard slurping and 
licking noises as she sucked greedily on me, draining 
every drop of my spunk out of my balls.

I sobbed gently, my head still in my hands as Verity 
began to lick my shaft and balls, slurping up the 
droplets of cum that she had missed. She continued for a 
few more seconds, and I heard her lick her lips with a 
contented sigh.

My cock twitched as it softened, a few more drops of cum 
oozed of the head, falling onto my exposed stomach and 
pubic hair. Verity touched my face, moving my hands away 
from my face. She kissed me, and I tasted my spunk on 
her tongue as it touched my own.

"Leave me," I said gruffly, suddenly annoyed for some 
reason. "I want to be alone!"
 
Verity said something about not leaving me alone.
 
"Get out!" I screamed at her, and she reluctantly 
withdrew after straightening her clothes.

"Christopher," she said to me once she was at the door, 
"you have to believe me when I say that there was 
nothing I could have done to save her." She pleaded with 
me, "Please, do not hate me!"

She opened the door, stepping across the threshold. 
 
"I know," I said sitting up, "I'm sorry." I stood.
 
Verity paused, turning to look at me as I walked toward 
her, "I could never hate you, you are my sister." I told 
her, "and I love you with all my heart."

I sighed as I reached out a hand, and touched her hot 
face, "Don't blame yourself Verity," I said, kissing her 
forehead, "It was not your fault. I was an accident. A 
tragic accident...."

"It was my idea though," she replied, "If I had not of 
suggested…" I cut her off.

"Shh." I said my finger moving to her lips to stop her 
from speaking.
 
I tried to kiss her again, but before she felt the touch 
of my lips upon her forehead, she ran down the corridor 
toward her own room.
 
I stood and watched her, listening to her footfalls on 
the wooden floor. I heard her door slam shut, then, I 
closed my door quietly.

I cried again sometime later, and then slept for the 
rest of the day, my dreams filled with thoughts of 
Estella and the short time we had spent together, my 
heart aching all the while! 


-= Chapter Nine =-
 
More than a week later, my family and I attended the 
funeral of my beloved Estella.
 
A few of the girls from the whorehouse were present too 
as I'd sent word via messenger to the Madam with the sad 
news. Informing them of the date that her internment 
would occur, they replied saying that the whole house 
would attend.
 
Marie-Ann's Father, the Reverend Lumley took the 
service. He was brief, and to the point as per my 
Fathers instructions. As Estella didn't have any 
relations to speak of except me and mine, we were chief 
mourners.
 
Standing at the graveside after the service, surrounded 
by the girls from the house in London, and my family, I 
threw a flower down on to the coffin as four of the 
cemetery grounds people lowered it into the ground.
 
Verity had linked arms with me as I stood watching those 
men at their toil, sniffing and crying as I was.
 
She was speaking in hushed tones, but I confess that I 
wasn't listening.
 
To her credit though, she stood with me until the coffin 
was completely covered with earth.
 
All of the mourners returned to the estate at the 
conclusion of the service. They boarded coaches drawn by 
four horses provided by my Father. I had decided to walk 
back to the estate for the wake, wanting to be alone 
with my thoughts of Estella.
 
I knew from experience that it was a good hour on foot 
from the church to the estate and time was what I 
wanted.
 
I was numb as I trod through the deep snowdrifts, not 
from the cold though - despite the weather being bitter.
 
I had been feeling numb since New Year, and Estella's 
death – the shock and the grief were still overwhelming. 
The time from then until now had passed slowly, and I 
had not interacted with anyone.
 
I had stayed in my room for most of the time, eating 
sparsely, even though the servants delivered meals to 
me.
 
If I was not asleep or crying, I was stood at the window 
staring out at the grounds, I wasn't really looking at 
anything in particular – it was just better than staring 
at the four walls of my room.
 
During the week, each and every member of my family had 
paid me a visit at some point.
 
My Father sat with me for over an hour, and listened to 
me as I spoke of my love.
 
He listened to my words, and then expressed his feelings 
of sorrow.
 
I have to say that in all my years, my Father hadn't 
spoken to me in this way – the advice he gave was sound 
and gave me great comfort.
 
Mother and James expressed their regret, plain and 
simple.
 
Verity told me that if she could swap places with 
Estella, she would. I told her not to be so silly.
 
What had happened had happened for a reason.
 
God, in His wisdom had taken Estella to His kingdom for 
a reason, and if it was anyone's fault that Estella was 
gone, it certainly wasn't hers.
 
Verity was grateful, telling me that if there was 
anything I wanted, or if there was anything she could do 
for me, all I had to do was ask. Kissing her on the 
forehead, I thanked her.
 
I had expected Verity to leave me be at that point, but 
she kissed me on the cheek in return.
 
She felt warm and vibrant to me. She smelt of sweet 
perfume, perfume that reminded me of Estella.
 
I reached up and placed my hand on her breast as I 
kissed her fully on the lips. She did nothing to stop 
me. Indeed, as I was kissing her, she probed at my mouth 
with her tongue.
 
I opened my lips slightly to allow her access to my 
mouth, and as I did so, she placed a hand on my pego, 
massaging me through my pantaloons. She opened her mouth 
to me, and I thrust my tongue into her mouth as far as I 
could, reaching for her tonsils.
 
We stood like that for about half a minute.
 
Neither of us moving anything, apart from our tongues, 
my nose filled with Verity's scent, but my mind filled 
by images of Estella.
 
I could see Estella's lithe body, her nipple ring, her 
sculpted torso, the muscles she had in places that women 
shouldn't have muscles.
 
After we eventually stopped kissing, Verity dropped to 
her knees, fumbling for the buttons on my pantaloons. 
She quickly undid them all, and with a swift movement of 
her hand, they dropped to my ankles.
 
Verity took hold of my prick with her right hand, and 
caressed me. Slowly, and gently she began to masturbate 
me, I felt the blood in my body racing to my pego making 
it expand and grow within her young, tender hand.
 
My head went back, I closed my eyes as Verity took me 
into her mouth, I could feel the warmth of her, the way 
she sucked, and used her tongue on me was indescribable. 
It felt so good.
 
She took my semi erect prick into her mouth fully, 
enveloping me totally. I could hear her slurping, and 
felt her mouth tugging at me as she swallowed her own 
saliva.
 
The warmth, the sound and the sucking all had the 
desired effect on me, and I grew in her mouth, impaled 
as I was, my balls banging off her chin. Within seconds, 
I was almost fully erect, and Verity had to relinquish 
some of my length.
 
All of me, apart from maybe an inch or so was lodged 
deeply in her mouth.
 
Her head moved back and forth along the glistening 
shaft. All the while, she slurped and sucked, and I felt 
my desire rise up from deep within me. My lust building.
 
Grabbing her hair with both hands, I started to fuck her 
face.
 
I held her head still, thrusting as hard and as fast as 
I could into her mouth. I grunted as I did so, making 
filthy and lewd conversation. I felt my lust rise again.
 
I felt my prick swell in Verity's mouth. I was pushing 
the entire length of me in to her mouth, and with every 
stroke, I was pulling at her hair with increased force.
 
Verity took everything I was giving her. The hair pulls, 
the facial fucking, everything.
 
All I could hear were the sounds of her pleasure at 
pleasuring me, she would tell me afterward that she 
quite enjoyed me being rough with her.
 
My pace increased, and I fucked her face faster and 
faster. I wanted to cum, I wanted to cum lodged deep in 
her throat, to make her swallow everything.
 
By now I was both grunting and moaning, and at the point 
that my seed exploded into her mouth, I made a last 
desperate push with my hips, pulling on her hair as hard 
as I could.
 
My eyes closed as I erupted. Feeling the liquid 
surrounding me was exquisite.
 
Verity gulped as she swallowed, I imagined all that warm 
sperm slipping and slithering down her throat and into 
her gullet.
 
Recommencing the thrusting of my hips as I came, my face 
contorted with pleasure, lust and pain all at the same 
time.
 
I released my grip on Verity's head. I thrust long after 
I had finished spurting my seed and Verity kept on 
sucking.
 
It was only after I'd left her mouth that the sucking 
ceased, I staggered backward until my legs touched the 
edge of my bed, and I sat down in a daze, my head 
swirling.
 
I opened my mouth to speak, but Verity leapt the short 
distance between us and with strength, I didn't know she 
possessed, pushed my torso backward, causing me to lie 
across the bed.
 
I expected her to be angry at the treatment I'd just 
given her, but to my surprise, she took one of my balls 
into her mouth, and gave it a suck.
 
When she finished, I sat up. She had traces of sperm on 
her cheeks and chin, a few splashes of it had dropped 
off her face, and where resting on her dress, staining 
it…
 
Now, walking along snow covered lanes with drifts three 
or four feet thick, all I could think about was Estella.
 
Tears that had flowed down my cheeks earlier stung my 
face.
 
I had thought I was cried out but I was wrong. I had 
wept during the church service, I wept during the 
internment, I wept as the grounds keepers did their 
jobs, and covered her coffin with the freshly dug earth.
 
I wiped a non-existent tear from my cheek as I walked. 
Treading through the snow, I felt nothing except sorrow 
and loss. My heart ached, and each breath I took made my 
chest hurt.
 
In the distance, I saw a figure walking toward me 
through the snow. I could tell whoever it was, was a 
woman, but I could not make out exactly who. The shape, 
slightly blurred as it approached.
 
As we neared each other, I heard a voice, a familiar 
voice, calling my name.
 
I stopped, and the figure continued walking toward me. I 
could hear my name quite clearly. I surmised that the 
person walking toward me could not be uttering my name, 
as she was too far away.
 
I turned on the spot, seeking out someone closer. There 
was no one.
 
Apart from the lone female figure, who was still quite a 
distance from me, there was no one. I could hear the 
voice calling my name still.
 
"Don't be sad," it said. "It wasn't her fault." I did 
not recognise the voice, but I heard the words clearly. 
"Do not blame your sister."
 
"I don't blame Verity!" I shouted at the top of my 
lungs. Turning on the spot, I searched for the person 
playing a cruel trick on me.
 
My eyes scoured the dunes of snow that covered 
everything as far as the horizon in dazzling white. My 
eyes were drawn to the woman walking down the road 
toward me, she was still coming, but seemed to me to be 
no nearer than when I had first laid eyes upon her.
 
"Verity is the answer to all your dreams." The voice 
said, "She will be invaluable to you during the times 
that are in front of you. Do not dismiss her actions out 
of hand. She has your best interests at heart, yours and 
yours alone."
 
"Who are you?" I shouted. "Where are you hiding?"
 
"Things will change now that I am no longer with you my 
love," the voice, now clearly Estella said. "The things 
that happened to me before I met and loved you happened 
for a reason." She paused, as if thinking, "The things 
that happened to me once I had met you, happened for a 
reason. Everything happens for a reason."
 
"Why. Why did this have to happen now? Why could we have 
not had many happy years before either of us passed 
over?" I cried.
 
"There was never a future for us," the voice of Estella 
said, "I was never going to see old age my love. There 
was something growing inside of me that would have 
killed me within the year."
 
Her voice sounded serious to me, and I knew instantly 
that she was telling me the truth. "The fact that I 
drowned was a boon my love. I would have died a 
horrible, painful death otherwise."
 
"Estella!" I cried. "How I miss you!" I sank to my 
knees, raised my hands and head skyward. "How I wish I 
could spend another moment, another hour, another day 
with you."
 
"I wish for that too my love." Estella said. "But it 
cannot be. My time with you now is limited."
 
"Limited by whom?" I questioned.
 
"By God himself," she replied, "He has given me this 
time to impart what little I know of the future to you. 
I cannot be more specific with my words my love. For 
that, I am truly sorry." It started snowing again. "I 
must go my love. But be sure that one day we will meet 
again."
 
"Estella!" I screamed. "Don't go!"
 
"Do not forget me, Christopher. Keep me in your heart 
always, but mourn for me no longer…." The voice began to 
fade, "Remember, I will be with you in everything…"
 
I must have fainted or something, because the next thing 
I remembered, I was lying my bed at home, Verity looking 
at me with a concerned look on her face. 


-= Chapter Ten =-
 
As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into 
months, my thoughts and dreams of Estella began to 
diminish, as if my body had listened to her request, I 
was finished mourning for her, but I would not, could 
not, forget about her.
 
Admittedly, I thought less and less about her with the 
passing months, but I did visit her grave once per week, 
laying flowers and talking to her – often having long 
conversations. I still loved her with all my heart, and 
I knew that no matter who I fell in love with in the 
future, if anyone, I would always love Estella.
 
Sometimes Verity came with me, sometimes not. At times, 
I cried openly, at other times, I did not. Letting go of 
my emotions was good for me my Mother had told me.
 
I often thought about Estella when I was alone.
 
Thinking about the words she had spoken to me from 
beyond the grave, her last earthly message; I tried 
desperately to remember the message about Verity.
 
The words were fading from my memory slowly, and for the 
life of me, I couldn't recall the words or the meaning, 
however hard I tried – and the more I tried, the harder 
it seemed to be to remember her words.
 
February came and went, and with March came the first 
signs of spring, blossom on the trees, new flowers, 
brighter sunshine and fresher air. I took to riding out 
again, although I avoided the lake.
 
March eventually gave way to April. It would be Verity's 
birthday soon, and she was getting excited.
 
Our brother James was busy keeping the estate running 
with precision, and from the things he informed us of 
during meals, we as a family, were well in the black.
 
Profits were on the rise, and very soon, we would be 
buying a ship to help transport our goods overseas to 
Australia.
 
As we were financially sound, I'd arranged to talk to my 
Father about my future.
 
He was more than happy to discuss it with me. We spoke 
at length about my taking some of my inheritance early, 
and my moving away, at some point after Verity's 
birthday on the 16th.
 
We agreed that funds of £15,000 where available to me on 
the proviso that Verity would be travelling with me.
 
Father explained that her education was incomplete due 
to Estella's death, and there was no point in hiring 
another tutor for only half a year – it would be a total 
waste of money. He thought it best that she saw a little 
of the country, other than her home county – he said it 
would do her good, a little bit of life experience as he 
put it.
 
After all, she'd not been away from the estate, or the 
local village in her entire life, having been home 
schooled since she was five.
 
Of course, I agreed, because I had to escape this place.
 
Mother and Father had been away in London for a short 
while in late February, and James had been so busy with 
the estate that after our evening meal, he would often 
go to bed early, too tired to participate in the parlour 
games that Verity insisted on playing. He slept soundly 
each night, and woke just after dawn each day.
 
Verity and I had only had sex once since Estella's 
funeral, mainly due to my refusal to engage with her – 
although I was sure she was getting all the sex she 
wanted off the staff.
 
Without my knowledge, she had arranged with Peter and 
Eliza to ambush me one night and ambush me they did.
 
I'd been feeling melancholy, after visiting Estella's 
grave, and had gotten drunk.
 
Verity had insisted on joining me, and against my better 
judgement, I'd let her.
 
I'd noticed at the time that she was not drinking at the 
same pace as I, but had dismissed this due to her being 
young and of slim build – after all, a young girl was 
not supposed to imbibe alcohol in such quantities.
 
We made fun of each other, laughing at crude jokes and 
innuendo, me growing more and more drunk with each 
passing hour. As the main house clock struck eleven, I 
poured my eighth or ninth drink of the night. Verity had 
been flirting slightly with me as the night progressed, 
and once Edgar had retired for the night at eleven, 
Verity really flirted with me.
 
She was opposite me, sat on the long brown sofa that 
adorned the library. She was dressed in a short dress 
that wasn't actually meant to be worn in early spring – 
it was more of summer dress. However, at the time, drunk 
as I was, I didn't really notice, or to be truthful, 
care - she looked beautiful to my eye, and I felt proud 
that she was my sister and often, lover.
 
Verity had at some point pushed up her cleavage, and 
most of her breasts were on show, although when she had 
done this, I couldn't say.
 
I had been staring at her young, perky chest without 
actually realising what I'd been doing, and the more I 
drank, the more I stared.
 
I had drunk almost half a bottle of cognac by myself, 
and at eleven-thirty, I tried to get up, I staggered 
slightly, lost my balance, and fell back into my chair.
 
"Shit!" I remarked, laughing. "I'm drunk!" 
 
Verity didn't say anything in reply, but slipped off the 
sofa, and onto her knees, crawling toward me across the 
fine carpet, licking her lips as she approached.
 
By the time she had crossed the small space between us, 
I was staring at her breasts again. Verity had removed 
them from her dress, and now they were free, her nipples 
stood erect, her areola, a light pink against her 
alabaster pale skin.
 
Kneeling between my legs, she reached up, and with one 
hand began to fondle me through my breeches, with the 
other; she was working at the buttons, loosening them 
one at a time.
 
I could feel myself hardening under her touch. After a 
short while, she tugged at my hips, lifting my buttocks 
off the chair made it easier for her, and soon my 
pantaloons pooled around my ankles. Verity lifted my 
feet, and freed me, spreading my legs slightly.
 
My pego had inflated slightly under her touch. Again, 
she fondled me, and I felt the blood rush toward my 
groin, engorging me. She masturbated me, slowly. I 
reached out a hand to take hold of her head, with the 
intention of pulling her toward my pego; Verity 
resisted, and continued fondling me slowly.
 
I exhaled loudly as my head spun lightly; Verity moved 
her mouth to my balls, and began licking. She teased me, 
taking her time.
 
"Verity," I began to say.
 
She shushed me, and licked up from my anus to the base 
of my prick. I groaned, and tried to put a hand on her 
head again. This time she allowed me to grasp her hair 
and pull her closer to me. Verity's tongue lingered 
against my arse hole, licking the light brown hole, 
coating me in her saliva, making my skin glisten.
 
I moaned, as the feeling spread toward my cock, which 
was growing harder with every lick. It throbbed as my 
foreskin revealed my ever-growing head. A small drop of 
pre-cum dribbled out of me.
 
Verity's tongue tried to pierce me, and I groaned yet 
again, she lapped up from my hole, to my balls, and on 
up my shaft toward my now, bulbous head. She licked up 
the pre-cum greedily as she took me into her mouth. My 
hand went to my shaft, and I started to masturbate as 
she made circular motions on the head with her mouth.
 
My cock grew in my hand as I massaged the thick shaft 
just under Verity's chin.
 
I shuffled forward slightly, spreading my legs wide to 
making it easier for Verity to access my arse as she 
licked downward. Verity took one of my balls into her 
mouth, and gave it a hefty suck before moving on 
downward.
 
She had been fondling my balls all the while she was 
licking me, and now she touched me with one finger, 
inserting it into my now very wet anus, easily.
 
She pushed up until she reached her knuckle, and 
stopped, waiting for my body to adjust to something 
going into a hole designed for the purpose of expelling 
solids.
 
Rubbing my balls with the other hand in what now was 
quite a rough fashion; I felt warmth spread around my 
groin. My hand moved further down my shaft now as I 
worked myself harder.
 
Verity licked around her still finger, lubing me 
further. She swiped her tongue upwards, sucking a ball 
into her mouth completely, before releasing it and 
taking the other into her mouth.
 
"Oh, suck me please!" I slurred my head swimming with my 
growing lust.
 
Verity gave in, and her head moved upward, licking my 
shaft as she went. She licked at my cock head, 
encircling it again, probing and poking my pee-hole with 
flicks of her hot tongue.
 
She started finger fucking me, gently. My prick grew as 
she continued to move her finger in and out of my arse. 
I felt my muscles tense and release automatically with 
her movements, sending little waves of pleasure through 
me.
 
After what seemed like an eternity, she took me into her 
hot, mouth. Slowly, she sucked and slurped on me, 
sucking me in to her mouth deeper and deeper still.
 
I moaned and groaned, desperate for her to make me cum; 
Verity slowly inserted another finger into my arse, 
stretching me more than a little. Groaning again, I felt 
my cock swell yet again, as more pleasure flowed freely 
through my body.
 
I had not masturbated or had sex for almost three weeks, 
and my balls were hanging heavy. I could feel my cock 
thickening in her well-trained mouth, my shaft growing 
with every throb and suck as blood flooded toward my 
cock at record speed.
 
Verity took more of me into her stretched mouth. She was 
moaning as she sucked, her fingers working harder in my 
bum. I could see her other hand under the hem of her 
dress – I assumed she was frigging herself, and the 
sight made me want to please Verity even more, and more 
importantly to me, cum myself.
 
I pushed down a little on her head, forcing her to take 
more of my length into her hot, wanton mouth.
 
As Verity inserted yet another finger into me, my cock 
throbbed once more; pulsing and growing, stretching 
again within the confines of my sister's hot oral 
cavity.
 
Muscles in my backside spasmed yet again, making me 
clutch onto her fingers, trapping them deep inside me.
 
I felt my cock throb immensely, my sperm erupting 
violently in to her willing mouth.
 
What seemed like gallons of cum flowed out of me in 
boiling, white jets. Verity struggled to cope with the 
volume, and little trickles appeared at the sides of her 
mouth, running down her chin. Dripping on to her bare 
breasts and nipples, my jism made sizzling sounds as it 
touched her bare flesh.
 
She moaned, and swallowed, her mouth seemed to be 
filling up almost instantly after every gulp. Swallowing 
repeatedly, she took my entire load down into her 
gullet.
 
Verity kept sucking me until she was sure that she'd 
gotten all of my spunk, and only then did she let my 
prick escape from between her pale, pink lips.
 
The head covered in saliva, glistened in the candle 
light. She kissed my cock head and licked her mouth, 
savouring the taste. I was still rock solid – my cock 
felt harder now than it ever had done before, and showed 
no sign of deflating any time soon.
 
My head spun with ecstasy, I leant forward, kissing 
Verity fully on the lips, my tongue probing her mouth, 
my slightly salty cum lingered on her breath.
 
Verity broke our kiss, and pulled me gently with one 
hand down on to the floor beside her; her fingers still 
working in and out of me slowly. She raised the hem of 
her dress to reveal her crotch, strawberry blonde hair 
covering her pubis and slightly hidden slit. Her fine 
pubic hair looked ever so appealing to my eye.
 
It was all I could do to stop myself from diving face 
first into her pussy. Somehow, though, I managed it. Her 
sweet slit looked so inviting, her swollen clitoris 
protruding from its sheath.
 
Verity guided her breast to my mouth; I suckled upon it 
greedily, taking it all. She almost tasted of roses, her 
flesh so soft and warm. I licked cum off her breast, 
cleaning her supple flesh totally.
 
Her fingers continued to work, stretching me wider and 
wider. The feelings were intense, and they kept my pego 
from going soft as she fingered me.
 
I stretched out my arm, and guided my fingers toward her 
hairy slit. Allowing myself to rub gently on her clit, I 
felt her shudder slightly; Verity trembled as she had a 
silent orgasm. Her mouth open, as though she were 
screaming, but no noise emanated from her throat.
 
Verity's cuntal lips opened slightly to my touch, and I 
rubbed again on her swelling clitoris, waves of pleasure 
ripped through her taut, lithe body. Her hips, buttocks 
and the tops of legs shuddered as aftershocks of arousal 
coursed through her.
 
I felt her vagina suck my fingers into her opening as I 
sucked at her nipple. She felt very, very warm and wet, 
her juices lubricating the walls of her vagina, and my 
fingers. I could feel drops of liquid dribble out of her 
as my fingers sank deeper. She shuddered her way through 
another orgasm, this time letting out tiny gasps of 
pleasure, again, almost silently.
 
I knew that I could get my whole fist in her if I so 
desired, and made the conscious decision that I would go 
slowly. I wanted her to enjoy every second, and to tease 
her as much as she had teased me.
 
As I suckled upon her teat, I inserted another finger 
into her; the sounds of squelching assailed my ears. She 
was ready, she knew it and so did I. My hand fucked her 
solidly for a minute or so before I pulled out of her 
with a pop.
 
My cock twitched and throbbed still, making 
involuntarily movements on its own. It was giving me a 
small amount of pain, but that just added to the thrill 
and enjoyment of it all. It was still as hard as 
granite, drops of pre-cum appearing every now and then.
 
Verity moaned repeatedly. My mouth was still clamped to 
her nipple like a limpet, her cunt seemed to be leaking; 
there was so much juice flowing out of her.
 
She lay flat on her back, "fuck me brother," she 
whispered, "please!"
 
I unhooked my mouth from her nipple with one final, 
lingering bite that made her moan even louder. I pushed 
my fingers into her open, willing mouth. She sucked her 
own fluids with gusto.
 
Positioning myself between her legs, I could smell sex. 
It was intoxicating.
 
Again, my head swam, and I felt slightly dizzy as I 
entered her. She moaned as the head of my cock 
penetrated her well-juiced cunt.
 
Verity lifted herself slightly as I pushed myself into 
her – she took my length easily.
 
My cock slid in and out of her cunt, giving us both 
indescribable feelings, we both groaned in-between 
passionate kisses. I thrust myself into her cavity, 
making her moan as I pushed. My hips rocked back and 
forth, building momentum, each time, pushing deeper into 
her slippery, wet hole.
 
I had made it my business, drunk as I was, to give her 
as many orgasms as I could before I came again. I pushed 
harder into her, seemingly touching her cervix as I 
pounded her clit with the base of my prick.
 
Verity raised her hips off the floor again as I 
continued to fuck her. Her hands grabbed my buttocks, 
and she pulled me into her harder and harder, as if 
hauling me deeper and deeper into her sex. She shuddered 
again, this time letting go with a mild whimper. 
Groaning as her orgasm washed over her, Verity trembled, 
and shook all over.
 
I understood that I was giving Verity major orgasms. 
Each time she was rising beyond her orgasmic threshold. 
She was riding up and up the pleasure scale, reaching 
and conquering each plateau with another body rocking 
orgasm.
 
The fact that she wasn't making any noise, or very 
little noise, had me concerned though. I whispered in 
her ear, as I thrust into her again, asking why she 
wasn't giving full vent to her pleasure. She spoke 
through gritted teeth, as my cock found its way right up 
to her womb once again.
 
"Father caught me masturbating back in January," she 
explained as yet another shockwave built from deep 
within her svelte body. She gasped as I nibbled on her 
ear, "right at the point of my cumming." She gritted her 
teeth as pleasure washed through her again. "I was 
screaming with pleasure as he came into my room – 
without knocking!" She wiggled her hips, "he scolded me 
for being a wanton little harlot," she said as the 
pleasure peaked again, "told me not to do it again!"
 
She groaned again, a little more audibly. "Of course, I 
could never stop playing," she kissed my neck as I blew 
in her ear gently, "so I learnt over the following days 
how not to make too much noise, lest he hears me and 
chastises me."
 
I stopped my vigorous fucking immediately, holding 
myself at arm's length from her, I looked directly into 
her eyes, my cock head poised to penetrate her innards 
again. "He beat you?"
 
She shook her head. "No, but threatened too if he caught 
me masturbating again." She said quietly. "He checked on 
me every night for nearly a month to make sure that I 
wasn't doing anything." My cock slipped out of her 
pussy.
 
"Well, he won't be doing that for long, I assure you." I 
told her, as I pushed toward her cunt again, my cock 
slid downward due to her being so well oiled, and I felt 
her anal sphincter part as my prick drove into her sweet 
rump. Now I understood why Father had insisted that 
Verity travel with me.
 
Her eyes closed and again, she moaned. Eventually, she 
spoke, sounding as though she was in a dream state. 
"What?" Was all she managed to say as my pego penetrated 
her to the balls, "what do you mean?"
 
I fucked hard and fast now, desperate to cum myself 
again. "I'll tell you now that you and I are leaving 
after your birthday," I grunted into her ear as my 
frantic thrusting urged her toward yet another orgasm, 
my hairy bollocks bouncing of her arse cheeks.
 
She smiled up at me, and I felt her anus constrict 
around my cock, milking me, sucking me deeper into her. 
My cock exploded as she gripped me, forcing me to cum!
 
Spurt after spurt of white, hot sperm coated her 
intestines. Her convulsions made me squirt harder as I 
felt the heat of her anus mixed with my sperm envelop 
me. I flopped down onto her, gasping for air as my body 
rocked sending tiny explosions of pleasure through me 
and into Verity.
 
We must have lain there like that for three minutes 
before my dick slipped out of her backside. I physically 
hauled myself to one side to stop crushing her.
 
I lay panting as she dipped a finger into herself, her 
anus weeping my cum. She pushed into herself deeply, and 
a good dollop of sperm seeped out of her arse. She 
pulled her finger back out, her hand moving to her 
mouth. I watched as she slurped and sucked on her finger 
as she feverishly ate my semen.
 
It was then that we heard someone approach.
 
We couldn't have cleaned up and made ourselves look 
presentable even if we had wanted to, what with my semen 
leaking copiously out of Verity's backside. I was still 
drunk to boot, and because of my sexual release, I 
didn't really care too much as to who caught us.
 
Verity didn't look too bothered as the voices we could 
hear neared.
 
Peter and Eliza came into view, both naked. Peter 
sported a massive erection. Eliza led Peter as she held 
his cock in her firm grasp. Verity smiled up at them 
both and dipped her finger into her cum soaked anus once 
more.
 
Eliza dropped Peter's dick as they neared. She dropped 
to her knees, and began to suck my cum off Verity's 
finger. Peter masturbated at the sight of us, making his 
cock stand to attention even more than it had been 
whilst Eliza had been holding it.
 
He advanced, also dropping to his knees, positioned 
himself near Verity's head. She took him into her mouth 
eagerly. Her mouth was open as wide as she could. As he 
thrust his long cock at her face – she took as much of 
it into her mouth as she could, sucking wildly.
 
Eliza's mouth moved to Verity's arse, and she began to 
lick, cleaning her – often penetrating her to get all of 
my spunk out of her. I watched as these two fucked my 
sister, remembering our previous nights of passion.
 
I managed to crawl across the floor, and positioned 
myself between Eliza's thighs. I started to lick her 
voraciously, she groaned as she licked at Verity's cunt. 
Eliza was thoroughly wet; obviously, she and Peter had 
been fucking too.
 
I lapped at her cunt, my tongue moving in circles across 
her swollen lips and clit. My hand found its way to her 
arse, and I pushed against her slender buttocks, 
spreading them aside easily, giving me access to her 
puckered brown hole.
 
My finger worked hard to penetrate her, she gasped as I 
entered her.
 
Licking and fingering her was a pleasure to be enjoyed 
slowly, and I relished my work, taking my time. I could 
feel those waves of pleasure build again, spreading 
through my body once more.
 
My cock twitched slightly. Eliza, Peter and Verity were 
all engaged in pleasuring each other's bodies, and the 
sight of this made me feel happy.
 
Eventually, my cock sprang back into action – it 
throbbed, and twitched as it grew once again. I pulled 
Eliza away from Verity's cunt, and thrust my cock into 
her mouth, hard. I grabbed two handfuls of hair, 
dragging her toward me as I pushed my dick deeply down 
her throat.
 
I moved so that my head was in between her thighs, 
licking her. I thrust my hips wildly, filling her mouth 
with my cock. She, to her credit, took every inch of me, 
swallowing the complete length as her nose nestled in my 
pubic hair. My hands grabbed at the hair at the back of 
her head, forcing her onto me.
 
I licked Eliza with relish. Her nectar was sweet on my 
tongue, and I knew that Peter hadn't cum in her … yet.
 
As we were locked in this position, her sucking on my 
bucking cock and I, licking like crazy at her pussy; 
felt the cheeks of my arse being spread. I assumed it 
was Verity wanting to finger fuck my arse again.
 
To be honest, I actually enjoyed her fingers penetrating 
me, as my orgasms were always stronger, the amount of 
semen I produced more than normal. It felt good too!
 
I felt a warm presence pushing against my backside; felt 
my arse cheeks spread as I was penetrated. I turned my 
head and saw Verity fingering herself as she watched 
this wanton display. It was then that I realised that 
Peter had his cock in me! I was shocked and maybe even 
horrified, but I was too far-gone due to the cognac and 
the sexual energy that flowed around the room to do 
anything about it.
 
I relaxed, and let him do to my body what he wanted. His 
huge, and I mean huge cock slid into me. The muscles of 
my arse contracted, squeezing him. He groaned as he 
pushed past my resistant sphincter muscles, filling me, 
stretching me to my limit.
 
He was in me fully, I knew. His bollocks bounced off my 
arse cheeks in time to him fucking me and me fucking 
Eliza's mouth. I had to stop licking Eliza. I simply had 
to groan as a wave of pleasure built up within me.
 
Suddenly I released water. I was pissing. Urine flowed 
out of me, into Eliza's hot, sticky mouth. She gulped, 
swallowing as much as she could. Piss streamed out of 
the sides of her, and spilled onto the carpet beneath.
 
I didn't stop my fucking of her mouth though - I 
couldn't, Peter had me pinned to her face.
 
Peter was grunting now with the effort he was putting 
into fucking me. He was close, very close. My piss 
spewed out of Eliza's mouth. I grasped her head even 
harder as she took what she could into her gullet and 
stomach.
 
Eventually the stream of pee lessened and stopped. I 
don't know to this day how Eliza survived. She couldn't 
have breathed properly, not with my cock wedged so far 
down her throat. She hadn't gagged either, which 
thinking about it now, was strange too.
 
But, even as I felt my cock harden again after my piss, 
I listened to Peter as he groaned and grunted. I could 
feel his cock throbbing wildly in me as he pumped it in 
and out of my bum, his pace frenetic.
 
He exploded cum into me. I felt it as it splashed my 
innards. Quickly, he withdrew and Verity pounced upon 
him, devouring the seed as it shot of his thick, meaty 
cock in ropes.
 
Verity sucked down all that Peter had, taking him as far 
into her mouth as she could. His eyes were closed; a 
huge smile on his face, as his fat cock spewed forth 
seed.
 
I came at the sight of my sister taking him. I held on 
tightly to Eliza's head as I fucked her face – cum 
splattering her tonsils. I moaned as my semen mingled 
with my own piss in Eliza's mouth.
 
I let go of Eliza's hair, and she pulled away from me, 
wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. My dick 
slipped out of her mouth, quickly going from rock hard 
to soft.
 
I yawned, smiling a huge, satisfied smile.
 
Verity kissed Eliza passionately, using her tongue to 
gather what she could of my seed and urine from her 
servants' mouth. Eliza did the same in turn, gathering 
as much of Peter's cum as she could.
 
Peter had crawled to them and was watching them, his 
cock softening.
 
"I'm off to bed," I said as I collected my pantaloons 
from beside the chair where Verity had dropped them 
after taking them off me. "Good night to you all."
 
They all wished me a good night as I weakly staggered 
away, my legs felt as if they were made of rubber. As I 
reached the bottom of the stairs, I heard squelching and 
sucking coming from where the three of them lay.
 
God, they were insatiable! 


-= Chapter Eleven =-
 
Verity's birthday, the 16th of April, dawned and she was 
understandably excited. She received many gifts, all of 
which she appreciated and thanked us for – none more so 
than her friend Mary-Ann who had now moved back to live 
with her family after ending her education in Cambridge 
early.
 
Unbeknownst to me, Verity had arranged with Mary-Ann to 
travel with us to where ever it was that we were going. 
Mary-Ann had agreed immediately. She and Verity both, 
where very excited at the prospect of getting away from 
their respective parents and travelling to God only knew 
where.
 
As we three sat on the veranda after luncheon on the 
16th, we discussed were we might go together as a 
threesome. It had been agreed that we would initially 
travel to London and stay at the family home whilst we 
sought passage abroad.
 
The question now it seemed was, where to go.
 
Mary-Ann had suggested Australia, Verity wanted the 
Americas; I suggested the newly opened lands of Southern 
America. Edgar, who was attending us, came up with the 
final solution.
 
Edgar explained that Tenerife, originally known to the 
Romans as Nivaria from the Latin Nivis or "snow", a 
reference to the snow that is often seen in Tenerife on 
top of El Teide, Edgar told us.
 
Later in its life, the island, known as "Tene" meaning 
mountain and "ife" meaning white – White Mountain, again 
a reference to the snow covered Teide by the Guanches 
from La Palma. So Tenerife as it is now known as, was 
Teneife, the "r" was added later by the Spanish. 
Tenerife – White Mountain.
 
Both the girls thought this sounded perfect, and I 
grudging had to agree. Britain and Spain had been 
through many conflicts, and they were sure to have many 
more. However, for now, they were at peace, and it did 
sound idyllic.
 
At my request Edgar, sort out a map of the island. It 
was 785 square miles in size and its main feature was El 
Teide, an old volcanic mountain that had created the 
island some eleven or twelve million years ago. The 
island had a variety of climates that resulted in a 
diversity of landscapes and geographical and geological 
formations – from extensive pine forests to the volcanic 
landscape that surrounded Teide to the Acantilados de 
Los Gigantes, which Mary-Ann translated as the Cliffs of 
the Giants, with its vertical precipices.
 
Edgar told us that semi desert areas existed in the 
south with drought-resistant plants. Other areas ranged 
from those protected and enclosed in mountains, such as 
Montaρa Roja and Montaρa Pelada, the valleys and forests 
with subtropical vegetation and climate, to those with 
deep gorges and precipices such as at Anaga and Teno.
 
We all looked forward to exploring these features, and 
thought that it sounded like heaven on Earth. The only 
other thing to decide, now that we knew for certain 
where we were going, was – where to live.
 
Edgar told us that city of La Laguna, the capital, was 
in the process of constructing the University of La 
Laguna – and that it would in time, become a very 
popular place to reside. We all agreed upon the matter 
and continued to make plans well into the night.
 
We found out that Edgar, in his youth, had been in the 
military, and had fought against the Spanish on the 
island. He had courted a young Spanish senorita, who 
lived in the town that his company of soldiers had 
captured until his unit redeployed, and had, for a short 
while thought of absconding from the service.
 
His senorita, Amada, meaning Beloved, had advised him 
not to desert. Amada had convinced Edgar that his own 
men would hunt him - and if captured, he would surely be 
put to death. Edgar had left with them grudgingly, 
swearing to return.
 
And return, he did, some five years later. Amada had 
waited for him, refusing other offers of marriage. They 
were eventually married, and lived happily until her 
premature death. Edgar had then came back to England, 
and employment with our Family. He occasionally received 
letters from his in-laws, telling him about the family, 
the island, about what was happening to them as a whole, 
to which he often wrote back, telling them about his 
sorrow upon losing Amada.
 
We decided to travel light – taking with us very few 
clothes. The weather, we understood was hot for most of 
the year, and our traditional English dress would serve 
us only so much in the clement climate.
 
After staying in London for the six weeks or so that it 
took to arrange transportation to Tenerife, we enjoyed 
ourselves. We often visited the Madam and the girls in 
the whorehouse – availing ourselves of the beauties 
therein. I negotiated to buy a half share in the house 
for five hundred pounds, a fee, which I was assured, 
would be returned to me tenfold with three years.
 
I opened an account at a bank, agreeing that my share of 
the profits would go directly into the account.
 
Eventually the day we sailed to Tenerife dawned. We were 
all up early, and after eating breakfast, we travelled 
to the dock where the ship was berthed.
 
After embarking and settling into our respective cabins, 
we relaxed. Our luggage, such as it was, was stowed in 
the hold and after a short while, we felt the ship 
moving.
 
The trip would take two weeks we'd been told by the 
Captain – assuming we had fair winds. The ship, the 
Charlotte Rose, would be making a stop in the French 
port of Calais to exchange cargo with merchants, and 
then we would be travelling directly to La Laguna – a 
journey of twelve days, again, assuming fair winds and 
weather.
 
From there, the Charlotte Rose would travel on to the 
Americas after restocking her supplies of fresh water 
and food. They might even do a slice of trading if the 
markets were favourable.
 
Two days after leaving Calais, Mary-Ann and I found 
ourselves in Verity's cabin. We'd encountered a region 
of rough weather; rain, thunder and lightning all 
dropped from the heavens, causing the Captain to advise 
us to remain below deck.
 
After eating a frugal meal with a mild red wine, we rode 
out the storm. Verity and Mary-Ann sat together on 
Verity's bunk as we reminded our selves about the plans 
we'd made.
 
I didn't know about the girls, but I felt as though I'd 
not had sex for what seemed like an age. It was in fact 
only a week and a half, but felt like so much longer, my 
balls hung heavy in my pantaloons.
 
After finishing the remaining red wine that had 
accompanied our meal, and procuring another, stronger 
wine, we drank the evening away. We'd all but drank the 
second bottle, when I felt I wanted to pee.
 
I stood, undid the button to my pantaloons, and let them 
drop to my ankles, the cloth pooling around my ankles. 
Stepping away, cock in hand, I swiftly crossed the small 
cabin to stand in front of the two girls. There was a 
bucket sitting next to the bunk for the purpose of 
peeing and shitting into, and as I aimed my flowing 
urine, I felt the eyes of the girls watching me. They 
giggled, whispering into each other's ear.
 
"It's not polite to whisper!" I exclaimed drunkenly.
 
"Sorry Christopher," Mary-Ann said, stifling another 
giggle as she reached out and took hold of my cock, the 
pee still flowing into the bucket. Verity leaned to the 
left and slowly undid the strings holding Mary-Ann's 
bodice, exposing her now pendulous breasts and those, 
wonderful nipples. My, she had grown since last I saw 
her naked.
 
Mary-Ann masturbated me, causing a state of semi 
erection to occur whilst the pee flowed strongly. 
Kissing Verity as she masturbated me to an ever-growing 
state of hardness, I stepped in between Mary-Ann's legs, 
forcing them apart slightly.
 
Gently, I placed my forefingers and thumbs to Mary-Ann's 
nipples, squeezing and tweaking them into erection.
 
Mary-Ann's head came forward, mouth open. She took a 
gulp at my pee as it flew out of my prick and into the 
bucket. Swallowing, she took another mouthful, and then 
another and another as my flow slowed to a trickle. I 
kept on tweaking and twiddling.
 
Verity had not been idle during this wanton little 
display; she had disrobed, and she was naked before 
Mary-Ann and me. Her own body had filled a little, and 
her vagina was bare of hair again as I glanced down at 
her.
 
Mary-Ann engulfed my prick, sucking on me with fervour. 
She took as much of my prick into her mouth as she could 
as I swivelled my body to stand before her. I began 
thrusting my hips slightly, forcing myself a little 
further down her throat.
 
Verity moved from her bunk to a position behind me, 
parting my buttocks. She tongued my arse hole, sticking 
her tongue into the ruddy brown hole she found there.
 
I groaned as Verity licked and Mary-Ann sucked - closing 
my eyes, I thrust a little harder causing Mary-Ann to 
gag slightly.
 
We remained like this for a short while before I 
withdrew my very swollen cock from Mary-Ann's hot, 
enticing mouth. I turned on the spot, Verity taking my 
cock into her mouth as it neared.
 
I let her suck for half a minute before I raised her 
from the floor and laid her on the bed. Parting her 
legs, I aimed my prick at her cunt, intent on fucking 
her.
 
"No," she cried as my prick touched her swelling clit, 
"I'm on my cycle."
 
I nodded my head, rubbing my cock up and down her 
increasingly wet slit, lubricating it with her pussy 
juice. I took hold of her legs, just behind the knees 
and pushed them toward her head, exposing her cute bum.
 
Lowering my swollen pego to her arse, I penetrated her 
with a gasp that we spoke at the same time. Without 
remorse, I began fucking Verity.
 
Mary-Ann watched as she took her dress off and was soon 
naked. She knelt between my legs and licked at my balls 
from behind as I fucked my sisters' arse roughly.
 
I grunted to Mary-Ann's touch as Verity orgasmed, her 
spend flowing out of her cunt, drenching my pubis, cock, 
balls and Mary-Ann with hot, white liquid that sizzled 
as it touched my skin.
 
As I pounded my cock in and out of Verity's sweet bum, I 
thought back to when Estella and I had fucked in the 
whorehouse – her taking the lead, as I lay strapped to 
the bed, blindfolded. She had fucked herself anally and 
had come hard.
 
Mary-Ann slurped up Verity's cum, drinking it down as 
she licked my arse hole and balls. She occasionally 
thrust her tongue into me, causing me to moan and groan 
more.
 
Feeling that my time was near, I pulled myself out of 
Verity's arsehole, stepping away from both of the girls. 
Quickly, I laid myself on the floor, prostrating myself, 
legs akimbo. Mary-Ann stood and positioned herself over 
my throbbing member.
 
She slowly lowered her cunt onto my prick and it pulsed 
strongly as her cunt enveloped me, taking me into her 
balls deep. Her shaven slit spreading to accommodate my 
cock.
 
The heat that came from her cunt spread throughout her 
body and into mine as rode up and down my shaft. 
Verity's cunt appeared over my face, I stuck my tongue 
into her, licking and slurping her juices.
 
The girls leaned together, kissing and fondling each 
other's breasts - I heard them moan simultaneously as 
they did so.
 
Mary-Ann's pace quickened as her urgency to cum grew. 
She used her cuntal muscles to squeeze my throbbing, 
pulsing prick to orgasm. Verity orgasmed again, her 
juices flowed into my mouth, spilling out, covering my 
face, neck and chest.
 
My cock exploded as my semen flew out of me and into 
Mary-Ann's cunt, coating the entrance to her womb with 
white-hot semen. I throbbed and pulsed wildly as thick 
ropes of sperm flowed out of me. Mary-Ann rode me 
harder, nearing her own orgasm.
 
As she started to come, Mary-Ann leant backward, her 
swollen clitoris exposed. She orgasmed, sending her own 
juice flying. It arced out of her, splashing onto my 
chest, soaking me completely.
 
Mary-Ann smiled as she stood, freeing my still hard 
cock. She knelt next to my chest and started to lick and 
slurp at her own cum, Verity joined her, and she too, 
licked at my sodden chest.
 
They kissed; sharing Mary-Ann's spend. Thin ropes of 
saliva mixed with cum spanned the gap between them as 
they returned to licking my chest clean.
 
As I watched the girls, my cock deflating all the while, 
I noticed a dribble of my cum drip down onto the floor. 
My finger quickly found Mary-Ann's sodden cunt and 
entered, coating it in my sperm.
 
I brought my hand and cum coated finger to a position in 
between the two girls, who took into their mouths in 
turn, cleaning it. Mary-Ann stood and sat on the edge of 
the bed, laying herself flat to the bed, legs spread. 
Verity scrambled over my body, positioning herself in 
between her lovers' legs – licking and lapping wildly at 
the cunt before her.
 
Her head held in place, Verity kept on licking at Mary-
Ann long after she'd gotten all of my seed out of the 
cunt that was spread out tantalisingly before her face, 
Mary-Ann orgasmed again at Verity's touch.
 
I crawled across the room and grasped my pantaloons. 
Putting them back on, I stood as the girls moved 
themselves onto the bed, heads in between the others 
thighs.
 
Smiling to myself, I opened the door, paused for one 
last look at these wanton harlots licking feverishly at 
each other's pussy and stepped out into the dark 
corridor beyond.
 
The rest of the trip to Tenerife went quickly after the 
Charlotte Rose cleared the stormy weather.
 
End of Book One

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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