Hilda Masters was a young and beautiful woman. She had two young children, but they had only made her perfect figure more bountiful. She was the true picture of a German Noble Woman. She was also alone. Hugo Masters had died in a horse accident several months ago.
He had left her with the children, a small estate and little money. She needed money. Dreaming one night, it came to her. She would open a school in deportment for fine young ladies and gentlemen.
Hilda would teach the young men and women of the valley life skills. She would educate them in the deportment required of young ladies and gentleman of a certain class. She smiled; maybe she would even give some private lessons to the young gentlemen if paid enough on how to handle the sexual side of their lives. Smoothing her hands easily down her sides, cupping her delicious breasts she thought that would solve two problems efficiently. Hilda was missing her Hugo very much. Nighttime was very difficult with no one to smooth away the cares of the day.
She started her first classes within weeks. She had three lovely ladies and two gentlemen. One of the young men was Howard, a big blond, bulky somewhat clumsy but lovable eighteen year old, the other Otto, the exact opposite shy, thin, quiet as a church mouse. The three ladies were the sixteen year old Inga, and the eighteen year old twins, Kaethe and Frieda. All three plain little brown sparrows needing someone like her to polish them and prepare them to fly. She smiled and they had brought enough money to fund the school and keep them in the style she adored for another year.
She had her stableman start the girls on placid ponies in the ring, while she took the gentlemen down the trails on their two splendid stallions and she rode her perky mare. She smiled it would be an inconvenience to breed her mare, but who could turn down a free colt with the bloodlines of those stallions. Just thinking of a stallion in lust for her little mare rearing his huge appendage shaking in the breeze made her very warm and wet. She promised herself, to talk to Kenneth about it on their return.
Meanwhile, she schooled them in their posture on horseback. Proper line of their hands to thighs, straight back, the perfect switching from one gait to another. Things that must be practiced until they were second nature to a gentleman.
When all were perspiring slightly, she allowed them a wild race to the river. There she approved some naked swimming for the gentlemen.
She rested out of view reading a bit. Truth to tell she was watching and admiring their naked sweaty bodies and gently bringing herself to sweet orgasm. Dreaming of the joys, that would be hers in the near future. She mused on how strange Mother Nature could be. Hilda thought because of genetics that Howard would be hung like a strapping stallion. Yet, here they were masturbating one another. It was Otto equipment however that set her heart to beating. Hilda thought of it sliding into her most secret places and it sent thrills racing through her body.
Too soon their rest was up and it was time to return to the school. She allowed Howard to help her mount her mare, and made sure to stumble just enough that his hands slid down her delicate legs. She was happy with his rosy blush. She would start his education tonight. Both fathers had paid twice the marks required for tuition, when she delicately suggested their other education could be handled within the walls of the school. Howard’s father was so delighted that once the holidays were upon them and her children with their grandparents she would be enjoying a short weekend at his stately manor home. It was her Christmas present to herself.
Once back at the school she set the gentlemen to grooming their stallions and her mare. Made sure the ladies were engaged in helping the housekeeper prepare dinner and invited Kenneth into his quarters to discuss a delicate subject blushing slightly and whispering in his ear that it was for a chat about impregnating her mare.
He wholeheartedly agreed that they should make use of the available bloodlines and use the stallions on both mares and the fillies from the farm next door. Should they be successful, it could mean some extra horses in trade for the farmer would appreciate the good bloodlines and had several horses not up to his standards.
She told him how grateful she was and laughing he tossed her over his bed threw up her petticoats and sniffing said. “My lady you have been busy today, that will make it simple for me.”
Coyly Hilda asked, " what could he mean?” giggling as he showed her by painting his large thick dick with the juices of her desire. He then using his fingers coated with saddle oil, greased up his lady’s beautiful round arse and shoved deep inside. No unwanted babies for this piece. He used his fingers on her most sensitive parts as buried so deep his balls bounced off her arse he switched into a magnificent trot and took his filly home for the prize. He had to stuff her head into his pillow to mute the sound when she came so the gentlemen wouldn’t hear her in the stableyard.
Finished she cleaned him up, straightened up her appearance and set out to be the lady of the manor for the evening meal. He went back to the stableyard shaking his head. She was a hot little piece and one of these days when some gentleman had gotten her pregnant he would have all of her, until then she was the best piece of ass he had ever had.
