An Elizabethan Adventure

Growing up together Ethel who was two years older than me, became very close. We would spy on our nursemaids, and governesses as they were being fucked by the men of the household, or perhaps a local lover they had sneaked into the house for the occasion.

Increasingly, as we grew bolder. :Like most teenagers we became very sexually aware, and our need for relief became overpowering. It was quite natural for us to begin by exploring each others bodies, and when I was fourteen, I was introduced into the delights of full sex by one of the governesses. She taught me all the different ways she enjoyed being fucked, and so, not unnaturally Ethel and I became lovers. Most of our governesses left us at night to our own devices anyway, while they pursued their own amorous adventures, and so we took full advantage of the situation.

I also found that in my early teens I could demand sex from any of the young girls of the household, who naturally were too frightened of losing their position to refuse my advances, even had they so wished, less they get dismissed without a character. However, my main love was my beautiful sister Ethel, and we spent most of our nights together, becoming quite adept in the art of sex in all its forms. But when I was seventeen, we got caught by my father, who had returned home early unexpectedly one evening, and our liaison was discovered.

There was a terrible row, I was severely thrashed, and I was immediately dispatched abroad to Africa, with a small pittance of an allowance to make my own way in the world. After that, I heard little about my sister, except that she had quite quickly married a so called local gentleman farmer.

It was about six in the evening, and just getting dark when we arrived at the farm which was now her home. I was delighted to see this beautiful young woman, who I immediately recognised as my sister Ethel as she ran to greet me, she hugged me close and kissed me full on the lips more like a lover than a sister. Eventually she turned to the driver, and told him that she had arranged a bed for him, and stabling for the horse at the local inn. I bade him return at 9.00 the following day for orders.

In front of a roaring fire and with a good beef stew inside me Ethel started to talk. "Tony dear "I am so sorry I lost our baby."

"Our baby?" I replied somewhat shocked.

"Yes darling, but in one way Marsden my husband would not have made a good

father, so perhaps I realise now that it was a blessing in disguise.."

Now for the first time I had an inkling of what had happened. She had been pregnant by me, and so father had married her off to save the family name. Ethel then told me that she had not ever slept with Marsden. Father had given him the farm, and paid all his debts and it was stipulated that he should not take advantage of Ethel without her consent. He had agreed, but as a result he had been in a marriage in name only, and he had taken his marital pleasures elsewhere. Ethel said " He spends most of his time with the vicars sister who masquerades as the vicars wife " This was not news to me but I was intrigued that Ethel knew all the details

"Tell me more dear sister." I responded.

" Well, apparently he is a defrocked vicar, and he got the parish by affirming that his sister is in fact his wife."

I reflected on my relationship with Emily.

" This seems to be a common occurrence in these parts."

I observed as I explained about Emily's new role at the manor, and her previous relationship with her so called husband. It was clear that Ethel knew little about Emily, although she had been aware that gossip had our father and the lady linked together in

some sort of relationship. We talked until the early hours and then I turned to Ethel and I told her

"You can leave Marsden, and come home with me on the morrow, your home is now at the Manor with me if you so wish." Ethel looked at me and burst into tears, she flung her arms round my neck, and sat on my lap, her tears of happiness soaking my doublet. "Yes Tony dear, I will come with you, but there is one thing more that I desire of you." And what may that be that dear sister? I enquired." I want to have another baby - our baby to replace the one we lost." I looked at this beautiful sister of mine, and I felt I could refuse her nothing.

Within minutes we were in the master bedroom, with a big fire roaring in the grate.

"What about Marsden I asked, will he not be coming home?"

"No brother dear, should he arrive he will sleep in the barn, he will be drunk, and sleep on the hay."

I was soon stripped and in bed. Within minutes Ethel had joined me as she gently cupped my cock

"Such a big, fat package," I heard her whisper." You are so much bigger brother dear than I remember."

My cock was now sticking up straight, she nervously reached out a hand, and touched the head of my cock. Her touch sent electricity through me. She ran her thumb across

the head sending electric thrills through my body..

"So nice and hard, and so hot," she whispered.

As if afraid that someone else might hear her. She moved her fingers downward

and gripped my cock, moving her thumb around the whole time. I swallowed, and

looked at her face in the light from the fire. She looked almost dazed, sort of sleepy. She licked her lips, and before I knew what she was doing, she got up on her knees, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue right at the base of my balls This was just as she used to do those many years ago. Then, she pulled my cock toward her mouth, and wrapped her lips around the head of it. She sucked it all the way to the back of her throat, making swallowing motions, massaging my cock with her throat muscles. After a few moments just as I was about to come, she took my cock out of her mouth with a popping slurping sound, and stood up. She lay back spread her legs, her hand reached out to fondle my cock Our tongues met and she began to swirl hers around mine. She continued to stroke my cock and then I felt her squeeze at my cock, and then she had the tip of my penis positioned between her vagina lips. I was now completely poised and positioned, all I had to do now was thrust, and I would be inside of my own sister again after almost six years

I of course hesitated briefly as I contemplated the possible outcome, but Ethel pushed at my buttocks, and I began to feel myself enter her. I was halfway in her, and completely satisfied that I was now fucking my sister, but then she pushed at my buttocks more and began to squeeze my cheeks as I went deeper into her. Ethel gave a deep sensual moan. . I knew then, even had I so wished, that there was no turning back. I began pumping Ethel with great gusto. She began stroking my back and squeezed my buttocks some more. I felt intoxicated, I was actually fucking Ethel my own sister. I put my head beside hers and buried it in the bed. Now I was the one hiding my face. We fucked like that for several minutes then Ethel became more aggressive and forced me to fuck her harder and harder. She began to whimper a bit and was trying really hard to get off. Looking back I imagine she was becoming frustrated, but it didn't seem to bother her too much. She flipped around and got on top of me, it lasted about three rounds of her rising her pussy up and down my cock before I felt I was about to come.

As I squirted my cum inside of my sister, I swear I felt my cock hitting her deep down inside somewhere. Her tits were bobbing in front of my face in an almost comical fashion. With each burst of sperm going inside of her, she seemingly began to get off more. I immediately became exhausted, yet she continued to ride my ever shrinking cock. I look down at our joined hips and saw the cum leaking out of her pussy on to my cock and pubic region. Ethel finally started cumming, as I started to become freaked out at the fact that I may have just impregnated my own sister. As Ethel came, she finally fell on top of me, with my cock still inside of her. We had both become completely naked in the passion of our sex. Exhausted, we both went to sleep while

partially still inside of each other. I awoke in the morning completely naked and alone.

I immediately got up, and went down the stairs Ethel was packing a large bag in preparation for our return home.

I realised that morning just how much that in such a short time of just over a week, how my life had changed completely from being a penniless man with little hope and now I was .a man of power, and the world was my oyster - well almost! My past life seemed like a bad dream except for the few memories of Jammarree. The unusual thing was that this life seemed so natural for me now and as if by instinct I knew exactly what to do and what I had done in my previous life.

The only thing that was getting me really annoyed was the fact that my valet was trying to get me to wear a wig as was the custom of gentry in the sixteenth century. But I steadfastly refused I had a good head of hair.

The new living arrangements at home installed Ethel the Mistress of the House being my sister, as I was not married and she moved into a bedroom near mine, as did Emily, both had their own maids and strangely both got on tolerably well together. Emily accepted her station in life as a superior servant, with lots of authority and extremely well paid. Although she was in fact my mistress she did not in any way to my philandering ways as long as she was kept happy. But this was the time that we lived in

In addition Joan and her daughter were now installed and she had taken the role of Housekeeper with great enthusiasm.

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Chapter 4

Anne- Marie

During the first few weeks we were busy with estate matters. Emily was staggered at the amount of my wealth, She was so concerned, that she pointed out that with my fathers estate, the number of foreclosures and debts to be recovered, she would need some help. We agreed that she could look for a new Estate Manager and also some clerical help with the financial side. We agreed that we certainly needed to turn some of our cash into profitable investments.

I would spend most of my afternoons at home in my fathers private den, I would keep going through his notes, and spend time gazing at his pornographic sketches. But time and time again I kept coming back to the sketch of the so-called vicars wife. If I had to give any of the sketches marks, I would have willingly given that the top mark. It was an outstanding drawing and done in great detail.

According to my fathers notes her name was Jane, but their was very little about her. I knew somehow, that their must have been some sort of special relationship between her and my father. The fact that their was no description of any sexual activity between them, as their was with every other woman he had come into contact with, and no personal comments added to my suspicions.

It all came to a head quite quickly one day, when I had dozed off on the bed in his secret den in the loft area.. It was an overcast day, the light through the top window was poor and the wick had gone out, and I had fallen asleep. I awoke as I heard the door creak, and a tinder box being struck to light an oil lamp. My first thoughts were that it was Emily, but a waft of perfume convinced me that it was a stranger .

As a lamp was lit, the light reflected on the face of the candle holder I recognised her from the sketch straight away. She gave a little scream as she saw me, and said "I am sorry my Lord."

I said "What are you doing here Mistress Jane?"

"My Lord I came to retrieve my sketches that your father and I made, before you found them."

"Alas you are to late, but they are nothing to be ashamed off, they are works of art"

In the dim light of the candle, it was hard to see, and so I took the lantern from her , and lit several more wicks, so that we had ample light. I saw then that she was absolutely gorgeous, she was unique.. If anything the sketches did not do her justice. She was that day as was the custom, wearing an ankle length skirt, which was the fashion, tightly belted at the waist, and a snow white blouse that displayed her bust to best effect, and her blonde hair was piled up on the top of her head, giving her an illusion of greater height. It was obvious from her face, that she was frightened of the consequences of being found here.

"How did you get in?" I asked.

"There is another way My Lord that only I know."

"Well I need to know it as well." I told her.

"Sit down young lady, I gather that you and my father were lovers."

She did not answer.

"That is true is it not?" I persisted.

"Yes my Lord." She admitted shyly.

"Yes I gathered that, from the notes regarding you or really the lack of them, which indicates an affection between you.".

"So, what do I do with you now Mistress Jane?.."

"I miss your father sire, your father covered for my brothers deception as vicar because we were lovers. He also knew I had other lovers from time to time."

"Please do not expect me to cover for him."

"Not even if we were to become lovers sire?" She asked a hint of defiance in her voice.

As she spoke she started to disrobe. "Even if we did became lovers, I could not make a promise like that." I told her.

But it seemed as though she had made up her mind, and soon she was standing naked in front of me and leaning forward started to undo my clothes.

Nay Mistress Jane please cover yourself I am not so easily persuaded, despite your outstanding beauty . I want to know all the details .

Reluctantly she covered herself and turning towards me she said. Sire, You should know I am not the vicars sister. I am in fact his second cousin. I was left suddenly orphaned with no income, I was a pauper, and the work house beckoned, I am educated enough to carry out clerical work, and I have a good handwriting, but alas no-one will employ a woman. I was faced with the fact that I must sell my body as an alterrnative to the workhouse, until Cousin Roger came to me, and proposed the idea of acting as his wife, in order that he could obtain the living.

Underneath sire, he is a truly evil man my Lord in many ways, he uses the church funds for his own ends and he blackmails many parishioners into having sex with him, to keep him quiet. He openly boasts, that he knows he has fathered six children in this parish.. I want to get away from him, as quickly as I can muster the means, and make a living for myself. .

I said Mistress Jane I have to think of the parishioners, and the effect he has on them by officiating at Weddings, Christenings and Funerals which are all void. But I do not wish to do you any harm, if only for my fathers sake if nothing else. But maybe I can help you find a position which would suit your capabilities..

Tomorrow in the forenoon come and talk with Mistress Emily she is seeking help with the accounts and is looking for a new clerk.

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Mistress Jane was so excited she threw her cover away and joined me on the bed, and without saying anything, straddled my body, her lips clamped eagerly and passionately on mine and I soon found her pussy staring me in my face, as she turned around intio the 69 position . She took as much of my cock into her mouth as she could in one go, while I in turn could not refuse such an offer, started to work on her pussy with my tongue, it did not take me long to find her clit. This triggered off a whole series of orgasms and soon my face was wet with her secretions.

Meanwhile Mistress Jane purposefully kept licking and sucking until she had as much of me, as she could manage in her mouth. Then after a while she stopped, before I could shoot my seed into her mouth. Mistress Jane let go of my cock, turned round She took my cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy, Then with almost a look of triumph in her eyes she sat down hard. Both of us moaned in ecstasy, she was tight, but she was also well lubricated. To me it was just heavenly release. Mistress Jane was pressing down on me hard, her face showing her determination, her eyes brimming with lust, as she concentrated in getting as much of my cock up inside her as was humanly possible.

It was not long before she sat back, her muscles gripping and vibrating as it seemed they were milking my cock, a look of sheer relief and happiness on her face as once again, she started to cum in little short bursts flooding my cock and the bed clothes beneath us, but I had not yet come, and so I grabbed her and rolled her over onto her back, as I bent down and kissed her, my cock nudging the entrance to her pussy, as her hand went down and guided me home. "Yes! Sire. "She hissed lustily. " Like father like son Do it again sire please."

She flopped back on to her back as I entered her, she threw her arms round my neck, her legs locked round my waist, and she pulled my head down in a long passionate French kiss, our tongues swirling madly as our loins pressed tightly together. I flexed my cock inside her, and I felt Mistress Jane respond She started to squeeze back, thrusting her hips wantonly against me, as tremors flooded my body, my cock driving deep into her arms round my neck pulled me down on to her as her hips drove upwards. Her upper lip curled, her climax a brief moment away.

Her hips rocked wildly, then her body arched up, pressing hard against me, as together our bodies rolled locked together as our love making came to fruition. Gradually our passion subsided, Mistress Jane lay there smiling up at me happily, her forehead beaded with perspiration. She closed her eyes, pulling me closer to her, cheekily just rocking her hips slowly and gently, testing the firmness of my erection. I could feel our juices seeping down past my cock, and as her movement increased, and we were quickly aroused again, I began sucking one of her nipples with my tongue. Her muscles tensed around my cock, as once again I flexed inside her. Her legs and arms wrapped around me as we kissed passionately.

"Just lie still Sire, it's time I rewarded thee"

But now, I sensed that she was going to enjoy this, and slowly she rocked on her hands and knees, stretching her pussy over my large cock again and again, enjoying every ripple and every sensation . I felt my cock forcing its way into her, and as I gently pulled back out, I realised that she was the finest fuck I could remember recently . I reached for her breasts, tugging her nipples gently while she slowly fucked me, the first flush of passion past. Mistress Jane leaned down to kiss me as I said.

"That was wonderful Mistress Jane, but it does not change my mind regarding your cousin."

"You're pretty good yourself Sire." "Thank-you." She whispered. "But sire I am not my cousins defender , do what you must sire. You have given me hope.."

She lay back and looked at me. "I can also be your mistress sire, and you must agree that I am the best.

"I have Mistress Emily."

"So did your father sire but he was always happy to see me."

"We shall see Mistress Jane. -We shall see."

I gathered later the following day that Mistress Emily had given Jane a months trial, but she had done well on the initial interview so Emily was hopeful she would be a success.

Formality demanded on my calling on the Hon Anne Marie Archer, and her Father Lord Archer, to introduce myself, and to ascertain whether payment of the outstanding debt was possible. Prior to this. Emily would normally have carried out this task as my Business Manager, but I insisted that I would deal with this one myself.

Emily had somehow, through her contacts got us an invitation to a soiree at Lord Archers house, coincidentally it was on the eve of my formal visit. Hudson tried his best to have me wear a wig on this formal occasion, but I would not. The estate was next to mine to the north, and the hall was about three miles distance which was no real distance even over the rough roads and gravel tracks, but our coachman knew the track well, and we had maintained it fairly well so we decided to return that night. .