*Please note all characters in this story are 18 or over.*
I led a privileged life. As son of Lord Rogerswell, I was heir to the large estate on which I had always lived. My mother had died when I was young and I had been brought up by a series of tutors. I wasn't particularly academic but then I didn't need to be as I was going to be stinking rich regardless.
Now at the age of 19, I spent my days roaming the estate, riding, fishing, shooting - whatever took my fancy. Still I found myself restless for a new pastime. I had just discovered that, as I lay in bed at night, rubbing my young manhood gave me very pleasurable feelings culminating in a spurting of liquid and a welcome feeling of release which aided a good night's sleep. More and more, I found myself thinking about a pretty young maid, Betsy, as I tugged on my pleasure stick. All our maids wore white bodices and on those, like Betsy, who were blessed in the chest area, the bodices were particularly flattering. I had discovered that I was a particular fan of this part of a woman's anatomy. One very fortuitous evening, Betsy had obviously just come in from a very heavy shower of rain when she came in to light the fire in my bedroom. The white material clung delightfully to her voluptuous breasts and I could not tear my eyes away. To my shame, Betsy had clearly noticed and smiled saucily at me, showing delightful dimples.
"Will there be anything else, Sir?" she smiled. She stood facing me so that, in the flickering firelight, I could see the delicious outline of her large young titties and what looked like dark circles, topped with cherries. I had never seen a real pair of breasts in the flesh, as it were, though I fervently wished to do so. I wondered what she would say if I replied "Yes please, Betsy. Could you open your bodice and let me play with your big, bouncing boobies?"
Instead, I blushed and said that would be all and hoped she could not see the obvious stirrings in my breeches. She curtsied with the same saucy smile and left the room. I felt sure she was wiggling much more than usual as she walked, making those glorious tits jiggle and jostle in the confines of the damp, white cotton.
As soon as she had left the room, I removed my hard cock from my breeches and rubbed it vigorously, all the time imagining that Betsy was sitting on my bed and I was playing with those huge, young titties, massaging them, bouncing them, kissing them and sucking on those cherries. In no time at all, I was gasping and groaning Betsy's name and firing shot after shot of cum into a cloth which I had learned to keep near at hand for just such occasions.
The next day I was returning from an invigorating ride and had handed my horse to a groom. As I walked past an empty stable, I heard a low grunting sound and a high pitched moaning. Wondering what animals might be making such noises, I looked over the stable door. I could not have been more shocked. Betsy was leaning against the wall, holding up her skirts. Jack, the stable lad, was kneeling on the floor in front of her. His face was between her legs, bobbing up and down. I could not see what he was doing but I could hear a slurping sound and Betsy was clearly enjoying his administrations.
"Ooooooooh, yes Jack! Lick my cunny! Does it taste good for you? Ooooh, it feels so good. That's it. Fuck my cunt with your lovely tongue. Oh, I am going to....oh, yes, my clitty...don't stop licking my clitty! I am going to...I can't...aaaaaaaaaaah! Yes! Yes!"
After that she moaned and swooned while Jack stood up and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. I could still see that his face was glistening. He began to unbuckle his heavy belt and pull down his work trousers. Though still a virgin, I had some idea of what happened during copulation and I assumed I was about to see him thrust into my Betsy. The very idea made me furious but I could not tear myself away.
Imagine my surprise when it was now Betsy's turn to sink to her knees. Her bodice was pulled down and finally I got to see those wondrous tits in all their glory. They were even bigger than I had imagined and they did indeed have dark circles finished with beautiful cherry red nipples. Jack reached down and fondled them, tweaking each nipple. My jealousy knew no bounds. She reached inside his trousers and removed his cock. I found I was very pleased to see his member was considerably smaller than mine though Betsy seemed very pleased with it. To my astonishment she licked it all over, sucked his balls one at a time into her mouth, then sucked his bulbous cock head like a lollipop. I had never imagined such a thing but found the sight very arousing and was soon tugging on my own length of meat, trying to imagine it was Betsy's mouth rather than my hand producing the delicious sensations.
Betsy continued to suck Jack deeper and deeper into her mouth and at one point she had taken him all the way in and the rascal grabbed her head and held it there. When he finally released her she was gagging and tears were streaming from her eyes but she used all the spittle the action had produced to coat his lucky cock even more until it was dripping with saliva. Jack was groaning his appreciation, encouraging her to suck harder and take him deeper. Finally he growled that he was coming. At last this was something I was familiar with. His breathing became increasingly ragged and Betsy wanked him into her pretty mouth. The sight of lucky Jack's cock fluids being pumped into Betsy's pretty face and her swallowing them down with every appearance of enjoyment finished me off and my own cum spurted into the straw lying around the stable door. I neither knew nor cared if anyone was watching, I was so full of lust at what I had witnessed. I vigorously pumped my tool imagining that I too had Betsy's full lips savouring every drop.
I pushed my spent member back into my breeches and crept away, filled with a mixture of emotions. I wanted to order Jack to be horse whipped and dismissed unceremoniously but I also felt my sexual education had been considerably enhanced. I wondered what on earth Jack had been doing with his head between her legs and I also felt I would do anything to have Betsy lick and suck my cock the same way she had done with Jack's.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about what I had witnessed and wondering if I could command Betsy to do the same with me as she so clearly loved doing with the stable boy. As it reached nightfall, I looked forward to Betsy coming in to light the fire. I had decided that one way or another I would have my wicked way with her. She was very late tonight however. I wandered down the landing seeing if I could catch her chatting with one of the other maids and use this as a reason to punish her. The thought of spanking those delicious quivering arse cheeks till they were pink provoked the usual stirrings in my undergarments.
As I wandered down the corridor, I heard noises which were becoming familiar to me. A low, guttural moan and a higher pitched voice gasping rhythmically. Surely bloody Jack couldn't have the cheek to sneak into a bedroom to have his way with the maids? I traced the noise to my father's bedroom.
