Prelude
I have put this chapter into 'Erotic Couplings', just like the first chapter, but you'll find some parts fit elsewhere. The story will make more sense if you read chapter 1 first, but it's not essential.
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Mary woke up first and looked at the clock. They had overslept! She woke Jane and both girls dressed quickly and rushed down to the kitchen. Edwina, the cook, who had already been there a couple of hours, shook her head. "About time too! Come on, their lordships will be down anytime now, wanting their breakfasts."
"Have they rung yet?" As was common in large houses of that era, each room in the house had a cord hanging in the corner, which was connected by a rope to a bell in the servants' quarters. When pulled, the cord caused the bell to ring and a small wooden indicator on a spring to swing from side to side, to show in which room the cord had been pulled.
"No, not yet; you're in luck today."
Jane, who was nominally Lady Fenwick's chambermaid, poured some hot water from the kettle into a basin, added some cold water to it and took it up, as she did every morning, to Lady Fenwick so that she could wash herself.
Mary cut the bread that Edwina had baked earlier and put it into a basket. A bell rang. The two women looked up at the indicator board - Lord Fenwick's bedroom.
"He's on his way; hurry up." Edwina poured hot water into the coffee jug, which already had ground coffee beans waiting in it and handed it to Mary. Both their lordships liked strong hot coffee and they liked it as soon as they arrived in the dining room. Mary walked off, carrying the bread and coffee on a tray, grabbing the butter dish as she went. Edwina shook her head again: "Those two girls! I don't know how they get away with it. Things aren't like what they used to be in my days."
Mary and Lord Fenwick both came into the dinning room from opposite entrances at about the same time. "Good morning Mary! Ah, coffee, just what I need."
"Good morning, mi Lord."
Neither of them mentioned the fact that he'd fucked her brains out the night before. He looked at her though and chuckled. She seemed to be walking alright again now; probably still be a bit sore though.
Mary put the coffee, bread and butter on the dining table and left the room. A few minutes later, Lady Fenwick arrived. "Good morning, Dear. Did you sleep well?"
"Good morning, Penelope. Yes, thank you and you?"
"Yes, I finished my book and fortunately, it had a happy ending, so I slept like a log afterwards." She helped herself to some coffee and took a sip. It was nice and hot. "So, tonight's the night!"
"Pardon? Oh, the Summer Ball; yes I'm looking forward to it."
Mary returned with some boiled eggs. They both thanked her and she left again.
"I'm going into town this morning to have my hair done for tonight and then I'm meeting my friend Heather for lunch in the new café in the High Street."
Lord Fenwick looked up from his egg, somewhat surprised. "Why can't the hairdresser come here like she normally does?"
"Ralph, Dear; you're so out of touch. The days when the working classes come running as soon as we call them are sadly coming to an end. With all these new factories, they have money nowadays and the trades-people can get all the work they need without running around looking after us. There's a new hairdressing salon in the town, which all my friends are raving about and if one wants one's hair done, one has to go to them. They're so busy, I had to book the appointment months ago. And in any case, the hairdresser's a 'he', not a 'she'."
"What? A male hairdresser! I'm not sure I like the idea of another man rubbing his hands all over my wife."
"Oh, Ralph! He'll only be touching my hair and it's in a public salon with lots of other people about, so I'm sure everything will be fine."
He wasn't entirely convinced, but there was clearly no point in pursuing the matter, so he just went back to his egg. He shook his head; what was the world coming to?
Moments later, the butler walked in, carrying a small tray. "Some post for you, mi Lord." He placed the letters on the table near Lord Fenwick.
"Thank you, James." The butler turned and left the room. Lord Fenwick leafed through the letters - only one important one - from his friend and business partner, Sir Reginald. He'd read it when he'd finished eating.
After breakfast, Lady Fenwick briefly returned to her room to get ready for her trip into town then went down to the coach that was waiting for her. Lord Fenwick watched her go before walking up to his retreat.
Meanwhile, the two servant girls cleared the dining table and re-laid it for lunch. "He'll be ringing the bell soon," predicted Mary. "I forgot to pretend to limp to make sure you get a turn."
Jane was laughing so much, she had to put the tray with all the dishes on it back on the table to avoid dropping the lot. "Yes, after what he did to you last night, it's bound to be my turn this morning." They returned to the kitchen. Sure enough, after a few minutes, the bell rang. The three women looked up at the indicator. "I'll go," volunteered Jane.
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There was a knock on the door. "Enter." Jane walked in. "Ah, Jane, just the girl I wanted. Close the door, go through to my bedroom and disrobe."
"Yes, mi Lord." She walked through the door to his bedroom and started to undress. Meanwhile, he locked the door to the corridor and followed her into his bedroom, where he sat in a chair and watched her.
She was a few years older than Mary and had been at Ableside Manor now for four years. Unlike Mary, she hadn't been a virgin when she had arrived, so he hadn't had the pleasure of deflowering her, but he had had the pleasure of enjoying her body whenever he wanted since her arrival. And that's exactly what he intended to do now.
Her hair was jet black and when it wasn't tied up in a bun, it cascaded down over her shoulders almost to her tits. She was taller than Mary and was carrying a bit more weight too, but fortunately, most of it was concentrated in two mounds on her chest. This more than made up for the fact that her face was not as attractive as Mary's. She was a simple, curvaceous, 'Plain Jane' with nice big tits.
When those tits came into view, Lord Fenwick felt his cock twitch. She stood there naked, facing him with her arms by her sides. She definitely had curves in all the right places. Her bulbous tits didn't quite fit onto her chest. They pressed together creating a deep valley, which he liked to tit-fuck occasionally and the outside edges overhung the sides of her body. Her nipples sat quite low on her tits, due to the way that her tits hung down under their own weight.
He sat there for some time just looking at her, something which would have freaked out many girls, but she was used to it. Probably deciding how he wants to fuck me today, she thought.
He stood and walked over to her. Taking hold of her shoulders, he gently turned her round so that her back was towards him. He then stepped forward and wrapped his hands round her body so that he could feel her tits. This was his favourite tit-groping position. Cupping them both, he lifted them and squeezed. Her nipples were smallish, but he still managed to pinch them. He stood there for several minutes feeling and mauling her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples, but all the time being careful not to hurt her. She could feel his cock pressing into her through his breeches.
When he was ready to move on, he stepped away and undressed. He had decided how he wanted to have her today.
He sat down on a stool and beckoned her towards him. Reaching forward, he pulled her onto his lap, facing him. Her tits were now at the perfect height for further exploration and sucking on. They were resting against his face and his cock was resting against her belly. He began to lick and suck her tits and nipples, whilst squeezing them with both hands. They were very soft and her skin was smooth.
Jane was enjoying this. She brought her arms up and placed her hands behind his neck. Her tits were very sensitive and the attention they were getting was making her juices flow. She started to buck her hips up and down, which caused the underside of his cock to rub up and down her slit, making her clit swell. Lord Fenwick had been expecting this; he knew her body well. Playing with her tits for a few minutes always made her wet and when she was wet, her slit always needed attention.
He allowed her to rub herself up and down against his cock for a few minutes before placing his hands on her thighs and lifting her slightly. This let his cock spring forward so that the tip nestled against her cunt. Lowering her gently back down again, he penetrated her slippery opening. She sighed and continued bucking up and down, but now more vigorously.
All the time, he was licking her nipples and squeezing her tits. Her breathing was getting quite heavy now and she was panting and gasping as she bounced up and down on his cock. But so far, he hadn't moved his hips. He was letting her do the work for now, saving his energy for later.
Realising that she was close, he started pumping his hips so that each up-thrust met her down-thrust. She gasped out loud: "Oh, Lord Fenwick, yes ... I'm going to ... I'm ... Arrrggghhhhh." She hadn't been fucked for a couple of days and had been looking forward to this. When it was over, she collapsed onto his shoulder. "Thank you, mi Lord."
He let her rest for a while before easing her off his cock. He wanted to change positions so that he could obtain his relief too. The position they'd started with was a great way to start, especially with a big-titted girl, but to get a powerful climax himself, he needed something that allowed deeper penetration. There was a large table in the corner of the room. He led her to it and pushed her down so that her back was on the table and her legs up in the air. Her body was now at just the right height.
"Open your legs." She opened them.
