A few days had passed since that wonderful evening when Papa and I had so lustfully enjoyed the mouth and pussy of Betsy, our delightful, dimpled maid. Papa and I had not discussed it but I could tell my father now saw me as a man and treated me with greater respect.
Betsy unfortunately had been sent to help on a neighbouring estate for a few days as they were expecting important visitors. Temporarily taking her place was a timid little creature called Mary. She was pretty enough and, needless to say, I had checked out the contents of her bodice and was was pleased to see a lovely big perky pair. Not as big as Betsy's but big, round and bouncy, just as I liked them. She was so shy though, I had scarcely had two words out of her. I was looking forward to the return of my Betsy as I was hoping to continue my education with the delightfully wanton young hussy.
Finally there was a gentle tap at the door one evening and in walked Betsy, ready to lay my evening fire. She smiled almost shyly, perhaps remembering (I certainly would never forget it) that the last time we had met, she had had my sizeable manhood thrusting in and out of her pretty mouth and full lips until my balls had burst forth a torrent of spunk which she had swallowed hungrily. Every evening since that marvellous event, I had re-lived it in my mind while pulling on my tool, imagining it was Betsy's mouth. I had indeed just been doing this before Betsy walked in so I casually threw a blanket over my open breeches at the sound of her knock at the door. Perhaps I was mistaken but I thought she glanced at the blanket, a slight smile playing on her lips. Not long ago I would have been blushing bright red but no longer.
She knelt to deal with the fire and I noticed that the laces of her bodice were tied much more loosely than usual, allowing me tantalising glances of exposed tittie flesh. She worked very busily on the fire so that the two mesmerising globes bounced delightfully in their confines of thin white cotton. I could bear it no longer.
"Betsy, come here."
She looked surprised. A little too surprised.
"Sir, it is a cold night I should hate you to catch a chill. I am nearly ready to light the fire."
Goddamit, my fire was well and truly lit at the sight of those bouncing beauties. I certainly was not feeling a chill.
"Come here, girl!"
She came obediently and stood beside the bed until I beckoned for her to sit next to me. I slowly unlaced the ribbon of her bodice. She made no protest. Rather she jutted out her firm young jugs, ready for inspection. The bodice opened and her pair of perfect ripe melons came bouncing out, if anything bigger and more ravishing than the last time I had seen them. I wasted no time in feasting on them, licking and sucking as if my life depended upon it.
"Oooooh, Sir! That is so nice. Do you like my big bubbies? All you men do seem to like them. Are they big and juicy for you?"
I began to concentrate my efforts on her lovely cherry red teats, sucking them till they were hard and then tongue flicking them. This caused her to writhe and moan in a most gratifying and arousing way.
She gasped "Sir...you are doing it so lovely...my kitty is getting so wet.....mmmmm...."
I instructed her to remove her clothes save for her stockings and garters which I found very arousing. She lay back down on the bed. Her tits were pink, swollen and glistening with my saliva. She parted her legs without being told and I found her lovely hairy young muff was also pink and glistening. I was still a novice in this area but I had a feeling that my wanton hussy would be a good teacher.
I ran my finger tips up and down the dripping pink slit and she whimpered and began guiding my hand to show me how to massage it. She then took my longest finger and guided it in. Aaaah! I had fingered her gooey twat once before but I had forgotten how delicious inner pussy flesh felt, clamping on my finger. I was desperate to know how it might feel on my virgin cock.
I removed the blanket, revealing my rigid member poking out of my breeches. Betsy giggled.
"Lor', Sir! I had forgotten what a monster you have got. "
I was in a hurry to get to that tight young quim but she bobbed her head down and licked my swollen bell end slowly, running her tongue all the way round the mushroom head. Then she sucked as much of my rampant cock as she could into her sweet little mouth and moved her head up and down the sensitive flesh. I had never known such exquisite feelings and found myself thrusting my hips at her, causing her to gag a little. She had to hold my manhood halfway down (her hand could hardly stretch around its swollen girth) to prevent me from disappearing down her throat. She used her hand in a most delightful way to massage the lower half of my member. I groaned that she was going to make me spend.
I was very much looking forward to emptying every drop of ball batter into her mouth again but this time she had other ideas.
"Would you like to fuck my pussy, Sir? I'm gagging for it. I can't wait to feel that whopper in my cunny."
I nearly exploded at her words. She sat me at the end of the bed and, facing me, lowered herself slowly onto my rigid man meat. It took a few seconds for my mushroom head to pop through her tight opening and, as every inch disappeared, she gasped.
"Ohhhhhh.....Sir, it is so big....oh...perhaps I can take a little more...yes, I.....oh yes, Sir!"
Finally my balls kissed her quim lips and she was fully impaled on my sword. I closed my eyes at the delights of my very first cunt. It was warm, wet and tight and I had never felt anything so delicious. Betsy, accommodated now to my size, began to rock backwards and forwards on it then lift herself up and down. Soon she was fucking me in earnest. There was a squelching sound coming from her juicy, well stretched gash and her big titties were bouncing in my face. I was in seventh heaven. She pushed me back till I was lying on the bed and her huge mammaries were smothering me in a way I could only have dreamt of a week or two earlier. I began to lift my hips and really pound that little pussy. The sound of my full balls smacking her bum in time with my thrusts only added to my excitement. Her moans were reaching a crescendo and she shivered then went rigid - a sign I was beginning to recognise as a girl reaching her peak of delight. Meanwhile I too was ready for my release and warned her that I was likely to spend inside her.
Quickly she removed herself from my pleasure rod, moaning a little as it slipped out. She grasped my member and pumped it vigorously, pointing it at her lovely young melons. She pushed them together, rubbed my sensitive tip against her swollen teats and with a very loud groan, I emptied two ballsfull of gentleman's relish onto those beauties. It was a delectable sight. She rubbed every last drop slowly into her tittie flesh and licked her fingers,
I slept well that night.
The next day, I had intended to go out for a ride but just before leaving my room, Betsy arrived with a feather duster and, curtsying, asked if this would be a good time to clean my room. I found my desire to ride had suddenly been replaced by a desire to watch a buxom young girl clean my room. I laid back down on the bed and pretended to peruse my book as she worked her way around the room but really I was watching every movement. She made a point of bending to pick things up both facing me and with her back to me. Both afforded me lovely views which set the old trouser snake stirring again.
"How is the new maid, Mary, getting on?" I asked, thinking conversation might prevent me from grabbing her again.
"Mary? She is learning well, Sir. Actually....well, I am speaking out of turn. I should get on with my work, Sir."
"Dust those high shelves please, Betsy. What were you going to say about Mary? I like to take an interest in the staff."
Betsy stood on a chair to dust the shelves and I subtly shifted position to get a great view under her skirts. The minx wore no undergarments and made sure her legs were parted so I had a wonderful view of the hairy young muff I had enjoyed last night.
