The little show Betsy and Mary had put on for me the previous evening had aroused me beyond belief. I had no idea that girls could pleasure each other in such a way, Finishing the evening by popping young Mary's cherry had surpassed anything I could have expected. I could still feel the glorious tightness of her lovely young muff and knowing that mine had been the first cock to enjoy it filled me with pride. When I woke the next day with my customary stiff member, I wasted no time in re-living all the previous night's events while wanking off most vigorously. It was the thought of Betsy guiding me into her friend's tight virgin twat that opened the flood banks and I had to grab a cloth to capture my copious ropes of come.
After breakfast, I was passing Papa's study when I heard him speaking angrily.
"Do you think I pay you good money to bend over straw bales and enjoy Jack's cock in your eager pussy?"
It did not take a mastermind to work out that Betsy had been up to her old ways with the stable boy. Good God, the wench was insatiable! (Though honesty compels me to admit I found this rather a charming quality in the young harlot). Papa spotted me through the door and called me in.
"Charles, you will one day be man of this house and will be responsible for reprimanding the staff. Now might be a good time for you to start. Betsy here was in the stable this morning with Jack and I will let her tell you what they were doing.
Betsy glanced at me. She knew that I had already caught her with Jack before and had spanked her bare arse cheeks. I don't know which of us had enjoyed it more. This time however I saw that there was a riding crop lying ominously on Papa's desk.
"I was letting Jack have his way with me, Sir," she said, a little sulkily.
"Please tell my son exactly what you were doing."
"He had his manhood in my pussy, Sir, and he was thrusting it in and out till I saw stars and could not stop myself from crying out. Then when he was about to spend, he pulled out his tool, Sir, and he squirted his stuff all over my titties. There was ever such a lot, Sir. I scooped it up with my fingers and sucked them, one by one. That's when his Lordship came in and found us."
By God, I could feel the old trouser snake stiffening. I tried not to smile as I was fairly sure Papa would have been watching and tugging on his own trouser snake, long before disturbing the arousing scene.
"Well, Betsy, we must cure you of this habit of letting Jack have his way with you," I said sternly.
"I felt a riding crop might be most appropriate," said Papa. "If she wants to behave like an animal in the stable, perhaps she should be treated like one. Betsy, strip down to your stockings and garters."
"Will it hurt, Sir?" Betsy asked anxiously.
"How else will you learn, Betsy?" I asked, although I had already decided I would not be too harsh. I was too fond of the wench. Both Papa and I were trying to maintain stern faces as we looked upon her magnificent body. Those huge, firm young titties with their dark circles and cherry teats - I longed to suck them for all they were worth. And then there was her lovely hairy young quim which we both knew from experience was a delectably tight, wet fuck.
"Bend over the desk, Betsy."
She lay flat across it and I told her to raise herself up and support herself with her hands. I saw Papa nod approvingly. We both wanted to see those glorious tits bounce with each stroke. Her shapely arse with quivering cheeks was a sight to behold and her pussy lips were pouting between her legs. Both I and Papa had visible bulges in our breeches.
I picked up the crop and smacked it a few times against my own hand.
"Remember this is for your own good, Betsy."
I brought the crop down smartly on lovely firm young bum flesh and it made a very satisfying sound. Her big round titties trembled mouth wateringly.
"Ooooooh, Sir! That doesn't half sting! Couldn't you use your hand instead?"
She bit her lip. Thwack!
"Have a heart, Sir! I won't be able to sit down for a week!"
I did four more arse-quivering, tit-trembling strokes then laid the crop down. Despite her protestations, her arse cheeks were rosy but no more than that and, if I wasn't mistaken, there was a tell-tale sign of moisture on her hairy quim lips.
"Now then. Are you going to let Jack's cock between your legs or in your mouth for that matter ever again?"
"No, Sir."
I was fairly sure the harlot was not telling the truth. She might just cry out a little more quietly the next time Jack was filling her up with his man meat and ball batter.
She started to get up but Papa told her to stay where she was.
"Charles, I know you have experienced Betsy's expert cock sucking technique for yourself. Have you had the opportunity to try out her tight young quim yet?"
"Erm...yes, I'm happy to say I have, Papa. And a most enjoyable experience it was."
"Indeed? You have been busy, my boy. And Betsy has been even busier."
A ghost of a smile played on Betsy's lips.
"Well, since she is here and in a most accommodating position, perhaps you would like to try something new? I would like to make sure you are a man of the world ready for when you take a wife. Did you know that a woman's cunt is often delicious and that when you lick it, the woman can take the old poker much more easily and make your fucking experience more pleasurable?"
"I...erm...actually..."
"Good God, Charles! You have already lapped Betsy's cunt?!"
"Well, not Betsy's, Papa."
Papa looked incredulous and I rather enjoyed his surprise that my education had been rather more extensive than he knew.