Fashion is Our Name Pt. 04

Molly wasn't as excited, but her body wanted me, and her hips worked with mine in a hurry up rhythm. "Oh, Adrian, you are so good to me. Will there be anything left now that you are taking a lover from the nobility?"

I pounded into her, yelling, "She said to call her Anne. The Duke is dead, killed himself in a drunken car accident."

Molly let out a loud scream and came hard. Vicky looked at her and said, "Got you worked up, did he?"

The three of us cleaned up fast and went to help the dining crew. They were pink and I was sure I was pink also.

After dinner and helping Mary to close up, the four of us took some brandy to Vicky's bed. They crawled on me, pulling my hair and pinching the tender tip of my cock, which was limp.

Mary said, fisting me, "This hasn't been in the duchess yet? Looks a mite weak to me. You'd better save up if you are to perform your manly duties on the weekend."

They were laughing. "But, it is only Monday. You want me to swear off for five days?" I rolled Mary onto my lap and attacked her fine behind and legs.

Vicky said, "She doesn't mean it. She's unhappy that she has to manage the dining room while you are doing us upstairs."

My fingers went between lovely Mary's legs and she wiggled on them. My cock was rising rapidly but she couldn't see it. I smiled at Molly and Vicky and mouthed, "She is going to get it right now."

Mary was moaning quietly as one hand worked her sex and the other massaged the sore back muscles from all the kitchen work.

"Oh, he is nice to us. We will have to grant him leave to love the duchess!"

I got around behind Mary and gently but firmly jammed myself all the way with one long thrust.

Vicky said, "Innkeeper, are you letting the lodgers take liberties again? I thought I warned you about him?"

I was being squeezed, and none too gently. This was an anxious cunt that wanted action. I got her up on her knees and fondled the nice tits that were such fun to know. She was bucking back against me and moaning. Molly and Vicky lay caressing hands on her, and the response was a shaking, wailing orgasm. Just what the doctor ordered, I thought, and let loose a big stream of hot stuff in her.

After things quieted down, she rolled to her back and pushed a towel between her legs to mop the mess.

She smiled at me, "Oh now you've done it, Adrian. My dad will have us in church next week for sure."

I kissed her, and kissed the others. "I am afraid the village, and the law, aren't quite ready for a family such as ours. But we can still share our love?"

That sent everyone into a teary fade, and a fine night's sleep.

Chapter 11 - A Reception for the Kingham Shop

Just as Vicky's Friday reception had given our architect, Milton Jones, a deadline, so Anne's likely arrival on Saturday morning added energy to preparing a folder of recent and proposed designs, and the laying in of some representative fabrics, which required a buying trip to Leicester. Along with instructions to Nicole and Inish to bring more fabric with them from London.

Time flew by. Poor Mary, with a full house of lodgers, was also desperately organizing the reception, expecting, from the early gossip, nearly the whole village to attend. She had a corps of village girls dashing to and fro, sending in orders for glassware, and more of everything to drink, and many chickens for roasting and finger dipping.

I couldn't stay away from Milton's office, until the next time he saw my face at the window, he waggled his finger at me to stay away. The poor man did have a ton of drawings to make. There were no plans for the French house, so he was over there multiple times measuring and checking construction and guessing where 18th century beams might be hidden behind the plaster.

By Thursday, everyone was thin skinned and short tempered. I offered to sleep on the floor, but was told not to be rude and to get in the bed since they couldn't sleep without my body next to them. Inish and Nicole dragged in near midnight on the last train. I went to meet them and found two very tired women with enormous bags of goods. I kissed them warmly and shouldered all of the luggage. We walked leisurely back to the Inn, the two regaling me with further stories of hijinks with Anne. I asked if they thought we had made a mistake inviting her to Kingham.

"Heaven's no. She is such a breath of fresh air, and will fit in perfectly." They snickered at me, repeating "fit in perfectly."

Inish kicked my shin and said, "You be nice to her, hear. She is still quivering from what you did. After the three of us were done messing around on the bed, she said she had never come from someone going down on her."

I asked, "Is that good news, or bad news, for me."

I got another kick, "Don't be full of yourself. Treat her like you really are on a date. God knows, we don't get treated like that!"

I gave them an injured look and they laughed hard. I was stopped for kisses and Inish said, "I meant we are treated better than dates, you idiot."

After lunch on Friday, there was much fussing about clothes. I said, "We must be the epitome of country casual."

Molly answered, "Any more of those Greek words, Adrian, and you are locked in a closet."

I was finally decked out in an open necked powder blue long sleeved shirt, cricket white trousers, and moccasins. Inish was put in the most casual Fashion dress, with a midthigh hem, and crimson briefs which could be flashed now and then. Vicky was in the fanciest dress, with heels, hose and perfume. Nicole had something she could pretend to be Parisian in, and Molly and Mary were very nice in dresses that could be casual or formal, depending on the need.

Camille Thompson's watercolour was beautiful and occupied a place of honor near the bar in the back patio. Milton came rushing up at four with several pasteboards with artful colored schematics of the new store layout and we all clapped him on the back and told him to be sure to stay and look for new clients.

The first guests arrived at five, and by six over a hundred people filled the small space in the back of the Inn, throwing down our beer and wine, and exclaiming that Kingham hadn't seen such excitement in years and years.

At six thirty, I made a lot of noise with a glass, and Vicky got up on a short stool. She kept her voice soft and repeatedly thanked everyone for their kind remarks about the new shop. I felt rather than heard a presence behind me and a voice said, "Do not turn around." Her hand slipped in over my belt and held me immobile.

"You are sneaky. What happened to Saturday arrival?"

"Your marvelous womenfolk invited me to the party, and I arranged to come. The twins are inside, out of their minds with excitement about a field trip."

"What do you think about the dresses?"

"The dresses or what is inside them? Both are terrific."

"Are you going to join up with us?"

"The women already have me in the fold, but they said there was the formality of an invitation from you."

"There has to be a complete interrogation and a compatibility check."

"I should have known there would be trouble. Do I get a drink?"

I swung around and her eyes were sparkling. Her lips touched mine briefly and she whispered, "I'm eighteen again, and we really are on a date." She had on fitted jeans and a designer blouse and her blond hair was down. She looked amazing, just like the girl next door. Don't I wish.

Inish found me at the bar, "You and she are in my bed tonight, alone. We are rearranging things so the twins are nearby, but out of listening distance."

I kissed her gently and said quietly, "You are the romance counselor?"

She pinched my ear and said, "She has to be introduced to our style of bedlam slowly."

"I owe you."

"Yes, you do." She laughed gaily.

Before long, the bar closed and people were leaving, with much handshaking and best wishes and so on. I saw Anne talking intently with Milton. On her way by, Vicky noticed my look and said, "She made us promise not to mention the duchess business. This weekend she is Anne Loftus, which was her maiden name. Father is a Cambridge professor."

No one was hungry, but we sat in the bar with mostly soft drinks and marveled that even the worst village complainers were silent at the reception. Business cards had been handed to many of the women and some of the men. The five dresses and their wearers were much complimented.

Eyes were drooping and a late breakfast was announced for Saturday. One of Mary's helpers had seen the twins to bed, read a story to them, and announced that no questions about Mom had been voiced. Anne blushed and said she was glad to know that moms were replaceable, which got many giggles.

Once we were in Inish's bedroom, Anne pushed me against the wall and growled, "You!"

I didn't respond but wrapped my arms all the way around and hugged tightly. She relaxed against me. "Nicole tells me you make up marvelous stories to entertain your lady friends. Do I get a story?"

She walked over to a chair, slipping out of her blouse and pushing down the jeans. "Be a gentleman, and help me out of these."

This required a lot of leg wagging and wiggling of hips, and giggling about the very feminine odors wafting about. They finally were off and my hands were gently massaging her muscled legs.

"What do you do to keep these in such fine shape?"

She pushed me back and leaned down, her face inches from mine. There was a soft knock at the door and she said, "Come in."

It was Inish, with extra towels. "On the floor, already?" Anne reached out an arm and jerked Inish's leg out from under her so that she fell into our tangle. With a firm grip on my hair, Anne hissed, "This poor girl told me about being brutally ravished by you the very first time you met. Is that how all your women are treated?"

I got arms around both of them, pinching boobs and threatening terrible abuse. "The two of you are cut from the same cloth. Seeing how far you can push an innocent lad before driving him completely mad."

Anne asked, "Does he really sleep with several of you at once?" She stuck out her tongue and licked Inish's lips.

"Yes. It's nice."

"Why am I stuck in here with him alone?"

"Well, seeing as how you two haven't connected yet, we thought some privacy might be helpful."

"You watched him drive me over the moon in London, and think I need privacy?"

Anne was on top of Inish, rocking her hips, rubbing tits, and kissing hard. Inish let out a little moan and said, "If you get me any more turned on, there will be violence."

"Do you have a sexy nightie in your drawer?"

In a moment, Anne was bare as a baby under a thin nightie, leading Inish and me in our briefs down the corridor to Vicky's room, where the others were in bed looking very comfy.

She was fierce and asked, "Is it true he has sex with you when others are around?"

I decided the game had gone far enough and eased off the nightie. The admiration in the womenÕs eyes was evident. Inish had her hand in my briefs where I was getting very hard. She pushed them to the floor and pushed me into Anne's behind, my cock finding a home in her crease.

"If he takes me right here and I make a lot of noise, is that ok?"

My hands grasped the slender hips and pulled back. She wiggled her butt at me, and spread her legs apart. We were perfectly matched for doggie style sex. Inish started clapping, slowly. The others took it up and I did what was needed, finding a home for my anxious cock in a wet and tight cunt. My full thrust lifted her off the floor with a loud grunt.

"Oh god, he's got me."

I worked back and forth several times. The sensation was divine. This was, as they say, prime pussy. Twins had done nothing to wreck this woman's sex. I lifted her off and placed her down on her back. Vicky tossed me a pillow for her head. Kneeling between the wide stretched legs, I said, "This is your official compatibility check. You already passed. Now you can relax and enjoy it. Everyone here is sending you love..."

She said, "Please, in me. Now!"

She mumbled and made a lot of small noises and kept asking for more and finally shouted, "Oh god, I'm coming."

Nothing had been said about protection, so she got the full treatment. Fortunately, Inish was there with a wet towel, saying, "If you hang out with him, he will make a great mess every time he comes. A true firehose man." The women all laughed. "Yes. Firehose man."

She lay there on the foot of the bed, with me by her side and the women smiling at her from the head of the bed.

Molly said, "That was very fine. I think we need her around. Help to keep him under control."

Hands reached out and transported her into their midst, applying loving all over. After a few giggly minutes, she said, "You can't send me back with him alone. I need protection from attacks."

Vicky said, "Inish has been missing out lately. She will help you. Go and let the rest of us sleep."

Anne was in the middle of Inish's bed, wiggling around like crazy. "Ohh, this is so much fun. I've never been in an orgy before. A happy orgy..."

Inish kissed her and played with her tits. I kissed her and played with her tits. Inish said, "The best is when he wakes up in the night and takes you."

I leaned over and kissed Inish hard, my hand enveloping a nice handful of Anne boob. I fell back and pulled her in tight. She wiggled. I whispered, "Time for sleep, sex later."

It was getting light when Anne got up and went toward the bathroom. Inish whispered in my ear, "Put her on top of me and do us both at once." Her fingers were pinching me.

I stood in front of Anne, fisting myself and waiting impatiently. Her tongue crept out and licked him. "Wait until I go or you will get a mouthful of the wrong stuff."

"Maybe I don't care. The Duke used to piss on me. Have you ever done that? Have you ever had a woman squat over you and let loose?" She giggled and rose, reaching for the tissue. I substituted the wet soapy cloth I held in my hand. "Oh, that is nice. Thank you. Hmmm."

She stayed and helped me go, squeezing and pointing and causing trouble. I kissed her wetly and rubbed her boobs. She looked up. "I want you."

I picked her up and went back to bed. Inish held out her arms and I folded Anne into them. My hands worked Anne's strong back briefly and then my very hard cock was worming its way to where it was last night, having such a good feeling.

Every time I drove Anne down, Inish drove her back up. She was going to come soon, when I withdrew and entered the cunt just below. Inish moaned and said "Yes."

It took two or three shifts before they were done with me. Wailing quietly through multiple orgasms. Inish called me no better than a dog. Anne said I was a scheming deviant, taking two innocent sisters at the same time. They laughed and came and shouted and kissed me.

We were just finished when Mary came in silently and said, "Mother dear, please stop fucking the help, the twins are awake."

There was a laughing collapse, but Anne was scurrying to the shower. Mary said, "Bring them to the kitchen, I'll fix some cereal and hot chocolate."

Inish and I went in and tickled her, poking at ribs and repeating Mary's line about fucking the help. She was pink and laughing and could hardly stand up. She got the nightie back on and we handed a nice robe and she was gone to her boys.

Inish lay twined in my arms, asking, "Do I get babies?"

"Ooh, you are so much trouble. I love you, I would be honored to father your babies. But what about the complications?"

Her whisper was soft in my ear. "If everyone worried about complications, there would be no babies."

"You are a lovely tease, but I am not giving you a child out of wedlock." I kissed her, hard, and got dressed.

(cont'd in Part 5 - Helen Becomes More Than a Nanny)