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Part Two
`Have you ever seen a man's thing when it's hard?' I asked Elizabeth, as we lay, still naked on the cushions.
`No,' she answered.
I know you have,' I said, turning to Constance, but have you ever seen what comes out of it?'
`No,' Constance replied.
`Well let's get dressed and go and see one,' I said, sitting up to find my clothes.
`How can you just say we'll go and see one?' Constance demanded.
`Easy when you know how. Now who's would you like to see?'
Oh this is too much,' Elizabeth said, her breasts being that firm didn't even wiggle about as she sat up. What man's just going to get it out and show you.'
`You'd be surprised what a man will do with the right incentive. Come on and I'll show you.'
`Who are you going to pick on?' Constance asked, getting her dress back on.
`I think we'll see what Arnold the groom has,' and we all giggled and hurriedly finished dressing before mounting the horses to ride back to the stables. The two grooms came hurrying out as we clattered into the stable yard and I let them lead off the other two horses while I led my mare into her large box. I tethered her to the ring in the wall where she could still get to the hay and water. The two girls followed me in and helped me rearrange the bundles of straw that were inside.
Now get behind these and tell me if you can see properly through the gap we've made.' They did so and confirmed that they could see quite clearly the patch of clean straw that I'd laid out near one corner of the box. Okay, now keep quiet and don't burst out laughing or you will spoil it.' With them hidden behind the bales, I went to door and looked out.
`Arnold!' I shouted out.
`Yes Miss Alice,' he said, emerging from another box further down the yard.
`Bring a fresh bucket of water for my mare please.'
`Certainly Miss Alice.'
I moved back inside and picked up a horse brush and stroked the flanks of the mare till he came in with the fresh water. I then put the brush down and closed the lower half of the stable door.
Arnold, come here a moment. Put the bucket down.' He did as he was told and came to stand in front of me. Give me your hand,'
I said, moving close up to him as he extended it. I took it and put it up under my halter so that he could feel the nipple on my breast. His face went red as he touched my warm firm flesh.
`You always seem to be looking at these don't you Arnold?' I said, rubbing his hand around my breast.
`I...I can't seem to help it Miss Alice,' he stammered.
Would you like to see them properly?' I said softly. He glanced apprehensively towards to open top half of the stable door. I moved over, releasing his hand and pushed the door half closed so that there was still a lot of light in the box. Well would you?' I asked again moving closer to him.
`Ah...er...well...yes Miss Alice,' he stuttered.
If I show you mine, you'll have to show me yours,' I said, pointedly looking down at his crotch. Drop your trousers,' I said, pushing him back to where I had laid out the straw. I half lifted my top so that he could just see the lower parts of my breasts. That was enough for him to undo the belt of his trousers and him let them drop to his ankles. His face was bright red as his erection sprang into view and I pulled my top off over my head. His eyes bulged at seeing them for the first time in all their naked glory. I watched his erection twitch and bounce as he looked at my breasts.
Would you like to touch them,' I said softly again. All he could do was nod as I saw his Adams apple move sharply as he swallowed. Can I then touch you?' I asked and he nodded again. `Then lie down there and we can touch each other.' He did as he was told and his manhood flapped back onto his stomach as I knelt down by his chest and brought his hand up to one breast. As he gently began to massage it, I held up his erection so that the hidden girls could quite clearly see it. I could hear the rustle of straw as they moved for a better view, but Arnold was too absorbed in my orb to notice. I then held him firmly in my hand as I moved it slowly up and down. He gave a gasp as he knew what I was doing and he gave out a groan and I felt his fingers tighten a bit more round my breast as his hand moved. It didn't take long with my hand movements for me to feel it harden even more and I held it in plain view as it spewed out the contents from the sac below. It splattered over his leg and my hand as it came out and I kept moving that flesh till he'd finished his coming. I then deliberately turned to the gap in the straw bales and let them see me lick off the drops that had landed on my hand.
This was my first taste of a man's semen and it wasn't unpleasant to the tongue, slightly salty, but then, what don't you put in your mouth that hasn't been slightly seasoned. Arnold had given out a deep groan as he had come and his fingers were digging into my flesh and I now pulled his hand off me and got up.
`Now how was that?' I asked of him, as I retrieved my halter and put it back on, hiding them once again from his sight.
`Just wonderful Miss Alice,' he gasped, still lying there with his piece now beginning to wilt.
`Okay, now be off with you and don't say a word to anybody about this or I might do some damage to you later.'
`Yes Miss Alice,' he said as he hastily got up and pulled his trousers up, buckling his belt before leaving the horse box. Now came the giggles as the two girls emerged from their hiding place.
`You actually touched it and made it do that mess,' Elizabeth said in awe, her eyes wide but with a big smile on her face.
`You even licked some of it,' Constance said, though I'm not sure of the tone that she used as she said this.
`Mmm. I wonder what a mouthful of it would taste like,' I mused, with a smile on my face.
`Don't be so disgusting,' Elizabeth said in a shocked voice.
You haven't seen anything yet,' I said to her, winking at Constance, who also seemed shocked at my comment. Well you've seen the maid take it in her mouth, so maybe they all do it.'
You haven't?' gasped Elizabeth. Which one?'
More than one. You've still got a lot to learn,' I said to her as I patted her cheek. Now let's go and get bathed and dressed for dinner,' I said, closing the subject.
Dear diary, I'm sure that from these last comments you will have guessed where my mind was beginning to wander off to. What would a mouthful of it taste like? Who should be the donor to satisfy this curiosity? Charles? He would be only too eager. But he was away with Uncle Albert who definitely would have loved me to do it to him. Rupert and John were still here though I think Constance would object to seeing one of her brother's put his thing in my mouth, the mouth she likes to kiss.
So who should I favour I wondered as I soaked in my bath. If I liked it, then maybe they could all have a turn I laughed to myself. I tingled all over as my maid rubbed me down with a towel to dry me before helping me dress for dinner.
After dinner I did my prowl around the Manor. The entrance from my room to the hidden passages was a cleverly disguised panel that has to be touched in two places at once to spring the hidden catch. I only found it by accident one day, and now I could visit every bedroom to see what went on in there.
It was on these prowls that I found what would be a wonderful jape as he wouldn't know who it was. The target was my grandfather! I saw the pattern and watched it over a few weeks. He spent most of his time in his study and only came down to dine with us all once a month. He usually ate alone in his rooms and once a week, when he was in bed. A regular maid of his would enter his darkened bedroom and without a word being said, I watched as she would pull down the covers and raise up his night-gown. She would then bend over him and with her hand and mouth work on him until he gave a big sigh and then she would pull down the end of his shirt and replace the bed covers and leave the room as silently as she had arrived.
So having filched and hidden a maid's uniform, I waylaid the maid on the night she was to visit him and said that the master had instructed that he wasn't to be bothered this week for the usual thing. I said that she would understand the message as I hadn't a clue what he was referring to. She understood alright and went on her way.
I was all a tingle as I quickly stripped and put on this maid's clothing and quietly stole up to grandfather's rooms. Nobody saw me as I quietly opened the door and holding my breath, went in and over to the bed. I kept my head lowered so that all he could see, apart from the dress, was the little frilled cap that the maid wore.
He gave a grunt as I pulled down the bed covers and lifted up his night-shirt till it was folded on his stomach. In the dim light I could see his penis was still limp between his legs, so it was easy to take it all into my mouth. By sucking and teasing it with my tongue, it slowly began to stiffen. I then used my hand in a motion opposite to my mouth and felt it get harder and felt his legs start to twitch. I sucked furiously and felt it swell some more as it surged up into my mouth. I held it there as I continued working on him as he groaned at his release until he finished. I then pulled my head off him and rolled down his night-gown and pulled the bedcovers back up over him.
`That was much better,' he said, his voice startling me. So much so that the semen I had in my mouth went straight down as I gulped in the shock of hearing him speak. I had to force myself to walk calmly to the door and let myself out, before I fled to my own room. Gasping and grinning at the fright he had given me by speaking, I leaned back against the door and ran my tongue round inside my mouth to try and get the taste back, but it had all gone.
So here was another first dear diary. The sucking on a man's thing and taking the contents in and swallowing it. That hadn't been the intention at the outset, only to try it and see what the taste was like, but you can't win them all. I hugged myself with mirth thinking how furious he would be if he knew that it had been me to do that to him instead of the usual maid.
Uncle Edward and Aunt Victoria still seemed to only have sex together about once a month and then it looked more like fumblings under the covers than anything else. Then I had a pleasant shock. I was looking into Aunt Anne's bedroom, Uncle Albert and Charles had been gone a week, and the maid had just finished brushing my aunt's hair. She got up and went and stood by the bed as the maid pulled the covers down before she turned to face her. The maid then slipped the robe off my aunt's shoulders and I could see that she was naked underneath. Then came the surprise of the maid to then bend her head and start to suck on her right breast.
Wow! Do we all do it then, I wondered? I continued to watch as the breast was sucked upon and my aunt gently stroked the maid's hair while it was being done. Then the maid's hand went down over her stomach and up between her legs. My aunt stiffened slightly but then relaxed and let this go on for several minutes before pulling away and lying down on the bed. Her maid then quickly took her clothes off and joined her. They kissed and stroked each other for several minutes before my aunt moved down the bed and went between the maid's legs. I watched all this and the rest when they changed positions for the maid to service my aunt. I got pins and needles in my legs for standing still for nearly an hour watching them, a burning fire raging in my lower belly.
When they'd finished, I could wait to get to Constance's room for us to do the same till I got my release that dulled the aching throb in my belly. Then I made my plan as I lay in the arms of her after we had satisfied each other. I'd already had the rest of the Grantley family except my Aunt Anne, and I don't think she would be averse to another little bit on the side.
It was a couple of nights later that I knocked on her door and went in when she called out.
`Alice. What a surprise. I would have thought you to be in bed at this time of the night.'
Well,' I started, making my voice sound all shy. I wanted to speak to you alone. It's not really something that I could speak to mother about, but I feel that you would understand.'
That'll be all Violet,' aunt said to the maid who wished us both goodnight before leaving the room. Now tell me what you wanted to ask of me that you can't say to your mother,' she asked as she picked up her hair brush.
`Let me do that,' I said, taking the brush from her hand and began using it on her hair.
`Well, as you know that I'm nearly a full grown woman and I seem to get...well, strange feelings. Strange feelings inside myself. Oh, I'm getting all hot and bothered again just talking about it. It's so warm in here, may I take my robe off.'
`Of course dear, it is quite warm in here.' So I took off my robe. I was wearing my new French peignoir and as I had quite large breasts, the nipples of which could clearly be seen through the filmy fabric, they raised the hem so that it was only a couple of inches below my bush. It also only had one bow that was tied just below my breasts, the front therefore being open when I moved.
`Alice! What on earth are you wearing?' she exclaimed as I picked up the hairbrush again.
`It's the latest fashion from Paris. Do you like it?' I asked, twirling round once so that the hem flared out a little for her to see the cheeks of my bottom as well as my muff as the front parted.
`It's indecent! I can see everything you've got.'
Oh, but I like it. It keeps me cool. That's part of my problem that I came to see you about. I've been wearing the heavy night-gown and I get so hot in bed at night. Even wearing this, I still get hot and it hurts. My nipples, here,' and I put the brush down and ran my hands over my breasts, tightening the fabric so they stood out more, hurt. I keep rubbing them to ease the ache there. Then here also,' and I put my fingers in between my legs, my hand parting the cloth so that she could clearly see my muff and where my fingers were going. I get an awful urge to use my fingers on myself. This urge starts here,' as I moved my hand up to the lower part of my stomach, my bush now quite clearly visible. It seems to move down inside me and I constantly want to rub myself to ease the ache that I feel there too. I wondered if you could help me. Some cream or oil that I can rub into my breasts and nipples to stop the ache there.' I rubbed my breasts again to emphasise the need that I was feeling.
`My dear, I'll help you if I can,' she said, standing up and taking my hands in hers.
`Maybe if you rubbed them for me. Another pair of hands might make a difference, what do you think?' I asked.
We can but try,' she said with a smile, leading me to the bed. Let's give it a try.' I lay down on the bed and pulled at the bow and parted the peignoir so that my breasts were on full show for her.
You do have a lovely pair of breasts Alice,' she said getting onto the bed with me. She was leaning up on one elbow as she reached out and, with her palm, getting it rubbed round the nipple, which responded instantly to become very hard. That's part of the problem when you become a woman,' she said, giving the nipple a tweak. `These are very susceptible to your changing body,' she carried on with her rubbing of my breast.
That feels nice,' I murmured, closing my eyes, feeling the heat start to begin its build up within my belly. It makes me feel relaxed. Do your breasts have the same feelings as mine?'
`Sometimes,' she replied.
`Would you like me to rub yours at the same time as you rub mine,' I asked, keeping my eyes closed unless there was a light in them that might betray me.
Why not. It might help us both to relax.' I kept my eyes closed as I felt the bed move as she pulled off her robe and lay down beside me. No. This is too awkward. Let me get astride you and then we can massage our breasts more easily together.'
The bed moved again as I felt her legs go down either side of me and I felt her muff touch my stomach.
`I'm not too heavy for you like this am I?' she asked.
No,' I said, opening my eyes and giving her a smile. It feels quite comfortable.' Her hands came down to massage my breasts and it appeared most natural for me to lift mine to do the same to hers that were above me.
`Now that's much better isn't it,' my aunt asked.
Oh yes,' I breathed out heavily. This is wonderful,' and I closed my eyes so that she wouldn't see the glow of how easy it had been to get her on the bed doing just what I wanted. After several minutes of this, I spoke again, repeating myself.
`This is wonderful. It definitely does ease the ache and sends out a warm glow to the rest of my body. Would it be the same if my breasts were to rub your breasts at the same time,' I asked innocently.
Possibly,' my aunt replied, we can but try.' To do this meant that she would have to lie on top of me, bringing the sex of both our bodies together. This she did by moving her body down so that she was lying on top.
`You'll have to do the moving because I can't,' I said, holding my breath. She complied and this meant that our pubic hairs began rubbing against each other as our breasts moved against each other.
`Oooh, this is not really working because you are making me itch and ache down below doing it this way,' I groaned, loving the way she thought she was seducing me.
`I've found that the saliva from the mouth does wonders for that itch,' she said. I opened my eyes and looked up into hers.
`You mean spit on my fingers and use them that way?'
Not exactly. Would you let me try it my way first to see if I can help.' Wide eyed, I nodded. Don't be alarmed at what I am going to do, I promise not to bite,' she said with a smile. She then slid down my body and I opened up my legs for her. Then she was there dear diary! The last of the family of Grantley was sucking at my sex. I felt like punching the air as the mouth of my aunt licked and sucked to bring me to an orgasm.
Oh aunt, you are so wonderful,' I exclaimed as she came up from sucking me dry to give me a wet kiss. I threw my arms around her and passionately kiss her back, tasting my own juices as I did so. What a relief I feel down there now. You're an absolute marvel. Would you like me to do the same for you?'
`That would be nice,' she smiled at me. So we rolled over and I kissed her all the way down and gave her as good head as she had given me. She thrashed about as she too had an orgasm, and when I was able, crawled up her body to kiss her the same way as she had done to me. Wet mouthed, covered with her own juices, which we licked off each other's chin as we laughed and hugged one another.
Oh Aunt Anne, that was really wonderful. I feel an inner peace now that we've done that, how can I ever thank you,' I said, giving her another kiss. Can we do this every time I get this urge?'
No,' she laughed, not every time. At this time of your life you'll have so many itches that I wouldn't be able to keep up with you. You'll soon find a man who will soothe those itches and urges away for you. You'll be sixteen next year and then your mother and father will start looking around for a husband for you, if they haven't started already.'
`I hadn't thought about that. Will the man be able to do the same as we've just done?'
`Not really, but it's much the same thing. They are built different and, well, you'll find out in due time,' she said what she thought was rather enigmatic, not knowing that it was her husband who had already deflowered me.
`But we can do this again sometime, can't we?' I said in a pleading tone.
`Of course my dear, but it must be kept as a secret for it's not really the done thing for two women to do it together if you know what I mean.'
`Not really, but if I get really, really desperate, can we?'
`Of course my dear. But now I think it's time you ran along to your own bed and let me get my beauty sleep. I seem to need it more now than I used to.' With this dismissal, which I wasn't too unhappy about, got out of her bed and retied my peignoir before putting my robe back on.
`Thank you aunt,' I said, giving her a kiss before leaving her room and going back to mine. I then went to bed to re-live the successful seduction of my aunt, fingering myself as I thought of who was left of the family to have one way or another. Mother and father where definitely ruled out, as were my brothers. God forbid if one of those three got me pregnant. Well two really if Percy wasn't only into men. I giggled at this last remark. If he wasn't into men, then men were into him I chortled. Though it was a nice thought that I could maybe turn him back to women, but the consequences could be very bad indeed, so I gave up on that idea. That left Uncle Edward, Aunt Victoria, Rupert and John, having already had Constance.
Uncle Edward was easy to snare. He didn't go out riding every day, but when he did, I wouldn't be very far behind him to see which way he went for his ride. It was the day he went off towards the lake that I decided was the right time. For this exercise, I wore a white loose fitting blouse without a bra underneath it. He was past the summer house as I got close to it. I had snagged a good piece of my blouse to the saddle of the mare and I was armed with a nice sharp thorn. I galloped a bit faster to catch him as close to the lake as possible. I then hallooed him to catch his attention, and when I saw him turn in the saddle was when I thrust the thorn into the mare's backside.
Of course the horse reared up and I gave out a cry of dismay as I fell from the saddle, my blouse being conveniently torn away from my body as I fell. I lay there as being unconscious as he came galloping across the field to where I had fallen. He jumped off his horse and I could hear him muttering curses about unstable mares, and then he must have seen me blouseless, lying flat on my back with my breasts fully exposed to his eyes.
He was a bit of a ditherer, not knowing quite what to do when faced with a topless niece lying unconscious on the ground. Pick me up and carry me into the summer house you fool I was saying under my breath. I know he couldn't hear me, but that was eventually what he did. He managed, with some difficulty, to pick me up and stagger the not many yards before he could lay me down on the cushions that were out ready for just this purpose.
He tried patting my hand but I knew where his eyes were focused. He gave up this occupation very quickly and just sat there looking at my breasts for quite some time before I felt his hand tentatively touch me. It was hastily withdrawn in case I woke up at this slight fingering of me. Then he grew bolder by the minute and first he put his hand on my breast and gave it a gentle rub, but I still didn't appear to awaken. He was now torn as to what to do. My skirt had also come undone in the process of my falling and he could see quite a bit of thigh.
I felt his hand touch me there but still I didn't flinch or move, and then it was only a few minutes later before I felt his hot breath as his mouth closed over one of my nipples. It was lovely to feel this as I knew he was now hooked. I just lay back and let him suck away to his heart's content, because I was getting the inner glow that I needed from this encounter.
Well not quite. I still wanted him to go further, and by being in the state he thought I was, he did. I knew he could see my panties through my torn skirt and that he would then pull it off and shred it even further and say that it had also been torn off in my fall. This is precisely what he did. I didn't hamper him at all as he stripped me, not even when he pulled down my panties.
I lay there like a rag doll, completely naked and defenceless as I guessed he was looking down at my body. Now my body was more than good to look at, that I knew, so he was now looking at a perfect woman that was his to have. I heard the rustle of clothing and then felt my legs being parted and then his body came across and covered mine.
I couldn't help but groan as I felt him enter me, but by now he was far too gone to care about me coming round. He was on top of me as well as being inside of me. I felt his member throbbing and pulsating as he fucked me, panting at every thrust of himself into me. I thoroughly enjoyed this farce as he reached his peak and came inside me, groaning as he gave me short sharp stabs as his seed came out.
That was when I awoke, just as he finally came to a halt. My legs went up and around his waist, locking my heels together so that he was trapped inside me.
Uncle Edward! What are you doing to me,' I cried out. His face almost went purple as he tried to struggle out of the grip of my legs and thighs that held him there. My God! I wouldn't have believed it of you! How could you?'
Dear diary, I've never seen a man grovel so much as he did as I finally released my grip on him so that he could pull out of me. Protestations of love etc, wouldn't happen again etc, don't tell Aunt Victoria etc. It was pathetic really, but at least I had snared him and if ever I asked anything of him in the future, it would be guaranteed. I stormed into him with words to the effect that he had taken advantage of me etc, as we gathered the remnants of my clothing to try and make me look decent enough to return to the Manor.
I made him take me twice more in sex before I went back to school for my final year saying that I expected a nice present for my sixteenth birthday from him. I think he liked it really when I went down on him as my going away present. But I'm jumping the gun here as they say, because I had another person before I left for the last year of school.
Well it was two really, because I had both Rupert and John before the end of the holidays. It was easier to get John than his father as it happened. I went down to the stables just as a stallion was being put to a mare. I went and stood next to John and we watched that huge length come out of its sheath as the stallion reared up behind the waiting mare. The whole floppy length disappeared inside as they both reared and pranced about in the special stall as they mated.
God, doesn't it make you randy when you see this,' I exclaimed, putting my hand down to his crotch and felt him as hard as he could be. I can feel it's turned you on,' I said to his blushes and confusion that I should have touched him where I did. Would you be my stallion if I was your mare?' I asked him breathlessly as I held tight to his arm. I would be as willing as she was to accept such a weapon.' He could only shake and look at me as I dragged him along to an empty horse box.
It didn't take much effort for him to drop his trousers to show that not only was willing, but capable of covering a mare.
`I'll be the mare if you will be the stallion,' I said again as I lifted up my skirt and knelt down on my knees. Having it offered to him in the state he was in, he couldn't refuse. He was out of his trousers and down behind, ramming himself into me.
`Oh God Alice. I never thought we'd ever be able to get together like this,' he cried out as he kept pumping himself into me.
`My pleasure,' I grunted as he heaved and strained as he came, holding me tight with his last thrustings. Then when he pulled out of me I was round to suck on the last outpourings until it began to wilt.
Rupert was more difficult. He was saving himself for when he got married, or so he said. It took me three days to get him out of his trousers and then I said that it was only that he was saving himself to put his thing inside his wife, that I would only take it in the mouth. So it was him that was the first man really diary, of which I held the sperm in my mouth to taste and savour before I swallowed it. What is more, I liked it.
So that was my sexually sated year before I got you as a birthday present dear diary. I'm sure I will have a lot more to tell you in the coming years. My birthday party as such, was turned into the monthly meal for the whole family, and even Grandfather attended.
It was announced there that it was time that my parents should start looking for a husband for me. I was of an age now when it was expected of girls to get married. I disagreed with this concept, but kept my mouth shut for one of the few times in my life. Also, as Constance would be sixteen in just a few weeks time, a suitable man should be sought for her too. We both looked at each other and grimaced at the thought of having a man selected for us by our parents who were really out of touch with the world as things stood. But, as I said, I kept my mouth shut and so did Constance. Let them parade their overage suitors for my hand, I could still rebel and say no, though I wasn't about to say this yet until the time came.
We tried to get as much fun out of this summer, knowing it could be our last as unmarried females. Once we cornered a footman and with Constance stripping off all her clothes, we got him to do the same. I then, much to her horror, took his erection into my mouth and sucked and played with it until he came. I took it and swallowed it before given him a final kiss, letting him taste his own sperm before we fled, taking all of his clothes with us.
`How can you do that?' she remonstrated later.
`I take yours and you take mine,' I countered.
`That's different. We're females! We're cleaner than they are,' as if this was a proper answer to the argument, but I didn't rise to it. It appeared that Constance had one major fear, and that was to lose her virginity to a man she didn't love. I taxed her on this to find out whom she would rather have take it than the man she eventually would marry. It was to be either one of my three brothers (I didn't tell her about Percy not being available for this), or Charles. Well that left me with her brothers Rupert or John, or the same Charles. I didn't tell her that I'd already lost mine to Uncle Albert, that might have freaked her out, so I played along with her on this. Poor Elizabeth got dragged into this, she not wanting anyone of the family to break us in as it were.
`What happens if you get pregnant?' was her argument. Then we had to explain about her monthly period and the ovulation times that came in the middle. So sex just after or just before menstruation, were the best times to have sex with a man and not get pregnant. That's why women go with women during the middle period because they couldn't get you with child. It was like talking to a brick wall, so we carried on as we saw fit. Though she still didn't want to have her brother Charles involved in taking the virginity of one of us. I was so exasperated with her I nearly blurted out that I'd already fucked with him, as well as with her father and mother, but managed again to keep my mouth shut.
But in deference to her wishes, Henry was selected for Constance and I chose John. Elizabeth didn't want to go that far yet. So we manipulated Henry into the position where Constance offered him her honour and he, well in the state he was in by then, would have had the cat.
It took place in the hay loft, with Elizabeth and myself hidden to watch poor Henry get duped into this act. With the kissing and foreplay and the steady disrobing of Constance as it went along, the sight of her naked body there, lying open for him, there was nothing a red blooded male could do. His erection had already been revealed in the foreplay, and it was now crunch time. Would he be able to use it for the desired result.
With her naked thighs and open sex beckoning, he went down onto his knees and took Constance into womanhood. She gave out a cry as her hymen was ruptured as he pushed himself fully into her. Elizabeth and I giggled in glee as we watched him fuck her till he came in a very short time.
He was most solicitous after he had pulled out, stroking and caressing her saying that he hoped he hadn't hurt her in the process of their love making. Poor sod didn't realise that a cock of his size wouldn't have done damage to a mouse. But at least the loss of her virginity was kept in the family so to speak.
She was over the moon with now having had the experience of a man inside her and thought that she could tell me what I could and couldn't do in this respect. It really pissed me off so it was in a very short order of time that we got Charles in a position to do the same to me. Elizabeth wasn't happy that we'd chosen Charles, but was still that curious to see what he looked like in the nude and having the erection of a man.
But my cries of the breaking of the hymen were faked, but they didn't know the difference and Charles was most delighted that I let him fuck me for the second time. He'd mooned about long enough and this made him very happy.
`He actually enjoyed doing it to you!' Elizabeth remonstrated after witnessing the event.
What did you expect? Him to cry? He enjoyed what we enjoy doing to each other. He's no different from us to enjoy having sex. For Christ's sake, grow up Elizabeth. When are you going to learn? Men want sex all the time. We want it all the time, but we have the edge over them in this respect. We only let them have it when we want. We dictate the time and place and with whom. If you don't learn anything else but this, you won't go far wrong in having a good sex life.' I felt tired from this tirade and I could feel the semen of Charles staring to dribble down the inside of my thighs. I'm going for a bath, and if one or either of you want a good night, come to my bedroom after supper.'
Lo and behold, they both turned up. Constance wanting to know how I felt losing my virginity to Charles and to tell me how she felt with giving hers to Henry. Elizabeth wanted to hear both versions, but was more interested in us having sex all together again.
So dear diary we are up to date so far. Now the household started to make preparations to expect suitors for my hand as well as that of Constance. What a pathetic shower kept turning up every weekend. We had to be polite instead of rushing to the toilet to throw up at the thought of one of these expectant creatures to ever lay hand on one of us. Just like Noah's Ark, the animals came in two by two, and after the flood, we sent them packing in the same order. We laughed and cried alternately at these peacocks being paraded by their parents as they tried to impress us either with their wealth or social standing, neither of which appealed to us at all.
It was during this time that grandfather died. I don't think it was from a surfeit of sex, but he passed away and this resulted in my father becoming the next Earl of Redwood. This then brought me the title of Lady Alice Redwood and therefore a better class of suitor. Unfortunately for Constance, she still stayed as an Honourable as did Elizabeth. But we still began to get, as I said, a better class of suitors, looking to either improve their family breeding strain or hoping to benefit from the title and all that pertains to it.
They were still wimps and pathetic examples of manhood. The cream as it were, had gone out to fight in the Boer war. All we had left were the dregs and this left a bitter taste in my mouth. I was like Elizabeth Bennet looking for my Mr Darcy. I was prepared to be damned than accept for a husband what was being paraded before me at this time. I was confident enough in Constance, that if I was to refuse all that came, she would do so too, and then we would be able to stay as lovers in our own way.
Dear diary, it is a sad day for the country and the Empire to record the fact that our Queen has passed away. An age, an era has passed and we are going to be most sorry for this loss to us as a nation. In a way, it was a relief to Constance and myself because the whole country was in mourning, that it stopped the visits. So when summer came round, we were still free to enjoy the company of each other and welcome Elizabeth into the eligibility stakes as she was now sixteen whereas Constance and I became seventeen. Halfway to becoming unmarried spinsters.
The three of us spent most of our time down at the summer house, enjoying the sex that we gave to each other. We often played the same trick, albeit with different members of the staff that I had pulled with Arnold. Though I preferred to be the lure as I would then get to have this erect man in my hand and instead of letting his outcoming go to waste, would take it into my mouth to savour before swallowing. It annoyed the other two that they didn't see the outburst, but I was past caring what they thought in this respect. I loved to have and feel that throbbing flesh between my lips and take what came. I would continue beyond the man's coming and suck and squeeze on that hard flesh until it became too soft to get any more pleasure from it.
Between visiting the beds of Constance, Elizabeth and that of Aunt Anne when Uncle Albert was absent, I still went out on my patrol at night through the tight narrow passageways throughout the Manor. I quite often looked in at mother and father, but never saw anything out of the ordinary in their behaviour in the bedroom. I stopped more times than I really should have to watch the antics of my brother Percy. Watching as he took his footman's erection in his mouth to suck on before letting the man stick it up his arse. Well it was the only place it could go with a man. I was quite envious of Percy because this footman wielded the biggest male member that I'd seen so far in this household. I wouldn't have minded doing the same thing, but having it finally put in the right place and not up my bum.
It was becoming a regular habit with me to prowl when I wasn't in my ovulation period, and if I found that any of the available males weren't otherwise occupied, I would slip round to their room to relieve them as well as get my satisfaction from them using me.
We finally got Elizabeth to surrendering what she had been wanting to save for her husband. When we explained that she had no chance of getting a husband until we had been married off, she might never get the chance if she didn't do as we said.
It was John we roped in for the task of deflowering Elizabeth. He didn't know that we staged it, but he did as we watched as he tried to be the gentleman as he mounted her to take away her virginity.
There was no stopping her after she had had her first man. She became man mad. So I wasn't really surprised when I looked into her room on one of my patrols to find that it was my own father that was in her room, fucking her. It was the first time I had seen him in action and was secretly pleased that he made her scream out as they both came in a united orgasm.
Keep it in the family, I said to myself as I sought out Uncle Albert and had him do the same to me as my father had done to his daughter. What a bloody war we could have started if we let it be known who was doing what to whom. The place could well have become a blood bath.
So dear diary, we've just got to get some fresh blood into the family before we start getting really incestuous with our relationships. As Elizabeth was now in the same boat as us, we made a pact that we would all have to agree on whom we would accept as a husband, and agree to share him as and when we wanted to have sex with a different man outside of our present family.
It had to be done this way dear diary, because I was starting to get these incestuous thoughts after having had nearly every available male at the Manor apart from my own brothers and father.
So now, after the mourning period of our late Queen, suitors began to appear at our door in droves. It became rather funny as we would get together in bed at night and go through the prospective men that we had seen. If only we could have had them stripped naked so that we could examine their credentials more closely, we might have made some decisions much earlier than we did.
Dear diary. We have found a husband for Constance that Elizabeth and I found acceptable as a future partner in any sexual romp that we could devise. The man accepted was one James Ackroyd, son of Sir William Ackroyd, a coal mine owner up somewhere in Yorkshire. Constance was a good catch for their family as they were now becoming part of a titled family whereas his was just an honorary title. Little did he know that he was in fact taking on not one, but three wives.
Elizabeth and I still had our suitors call as the preparations went ahead for the wedding of Constance. Then my man was found. He was the second son of the Earl of Corunna, the title being bestowed after, or rather, during the Peninsular War in Spain. His name was William Brooks. He had served in the army and had participated in the relief of Mafeking a couple of years earlier. He had been severely wounded in this campaign and had been invalided out of the army on a full pension at the rank of Captain. The limp from his wound was hardly noticeably, and as he had presented himself in full uniform, the tight fitting trousers showed that he was indeed a man. So he was accepted by the other two and I agreed to become his wife.
Now there had been a stipulation that though the rest of the families weren't too happy with, was though we would eventually get married, we would continue to live at Redwood Manor.
James was only too happy to accept this as was William. Now it just left Elizabeth to get sorted out, and that didn't take that long either. His name was Nicholas Parson, an apt name for the son of a vicar, but the best bit was that he came from Wakefield. But he was a good laugh and took our jests in the faith that they were made. He too agreed to reside in the Manor.
So as no one took any of the limelight from the others, we staggered the weddings over a six week period. Though it was Constance that had got engaged and avowed first, the families decreed that I would be the first to be married, then Constance and followed after by Elizabeth. The families were happy for us in these marriage stakes, but weren't that happy that we would still be residents of the Manor. Our respective fathers' were happy with this, it was the others that weren't too keen on the idea, but the new Earl's word was law, so that was that.
Dear diary. My wedding was fantastic. Mother and the others fussed round me as I was dressed in my wedding gown, which both my mother and grandmother had been married in. Constance and Elizabeth were to be my maids of honour and they too looked splendid in their new outfits. Extra carriages had been hired and our own coach had been given a special clean and the horses were groomed to perfection.
Father did me proud with the church down in the village, it was full of flowers and the bells rang out to announce to the whole world that I was about to be someone's wife. I walked down the aisle on his arm for him to leave me there next to the man who was about to become my husband, but not, I vowed to myself, my lord and master. I was going to become master and mistress in my marriage in my own home. That was going to be a fact as God made little green apples, I was going to figuratively wear the trousers.
I didn't hear the words of the vicar performing the ceremony, but I said the right words and made the right responses and then suddenly, I was no longer Lady Alice Redwood, but Lady Alice Brooks. The fact that I held my title, pleased me as I accepted his kiss at the altar and couldn't wait to get to bed to see if what had attracted all three of us was true, and that he was as big as he appeared to be when in uniform.
The reception went in a whirl to me and soon I was up in our new rooms in the Manor, slowly taking off my bridal gown as he too, took off his uniform, which he married me in. I had insisted on this even though he was no longer in the army, but it looked so resplendent that I couldn't resist the dashing picture he portrayed.
I was undressed first and in my French peignoir, I turned and showed him what he had married. He stuttered about how lovely I looked and then I finally saw what had been hidden from our eyes. My knees went weak and it was only decorum that stopped me from going down onto my knees to take him there and then into my mouth. He was all that was promised inside those tight uniform trousers that he had worn. He was big and a magnificent specimen of a man. I watched it rise in salutation to me as I stood there before him. He came over and took me in his arms and kissed me deeply before lifting me up and laying me down on our wedding bed.
Oh dear diary how we fucked that night. I was already regretting the agreement that I had made with the others to share him as they would share their husbands. He was big, he was powerful and he gave me the best fuck of my young life. He didn't even object when I went down on him after he'd taken me for the second time. I sucked out the residue of his sperm and within half an hour, had raised him up to take me for the third time. It was a fucked and happy little bunny that went to sleep in his arms that night. We hardly left our rooms for the next two weeks and it was only anal sex that we left out.
Next was the wedding of Constance, wearing the same dress that I had worn. Her face was flushed at being the centre of attention and Elizabeth and I were to be her maids in waiting. Not the done thing really my already being married, but that is how we three wanted it. Both were a bit miffed at me not sharing big Willy. I called him by that name after comparing him in size with my brother William who was now to be called little Willy.
Off went the others to the same church and Uncle Edward and we three went in the last coach. We sorted her train out at the entrance, and then we followed her down the aisle escorted by her father. It was a lovely ceremony and I saw more of this one than of my own. Soon she became Mrs James Ackroyd and they disappeared after the reception and I don't think we saw her for two weeks either.
Then we went through it all again for Elizabeth and she looked even prettier than we had done on the day. She became Mrs Nicholas Parson though she only stayed secluded for a week before she joined us so that we could compare notes. We rode down to the summer house for us to play with soft feminine flesh as opposed to the masculine hardness and for us to then describe the attributes of our respective husbands.
We were very graphic in describing the shape and size of the erections and an estimated weight of the balls that hung below. They both admitted to sucking on their men but it appeared that it was only me that took the resulting fluid into my mouth before swallowing it. They only went as far as I did with Arnold in the horse box, jerking him off till he came.
I must admit that they were very accurate in their descriptions as to the relative size of the men's organ when roused, because I had watched some of the performances from my spy holes. James was longer, not by much, than that of Nicholas, but his was slightly thicker, but neither of them matched up to big Willy. He was by far the biggest in all aspects of the other two, and the girls just couldn't wait to get their hands on him to try him out for size.