Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2012 08:58:14 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Dear Diary. Part 2

      This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

				 Part Two

   `Have you ever seen a man's thing when it's hard?' I asked Elizabeth, as
we lay, still naked on the cushions.

   `No,' she answered.

   `I know you have,' I said, turning to Constance, `but have you ever seen
what comes out of it?'

   `No,' Constance replied.

   `Well let's get dressed and go and see one,' I said, sitting up to find
my clothes.

   `How can you just say we'll go and see one?' Constance demanded.

   `Easy when you know how. Now who's would you like to see?'

   `Oh this is too much,' Elizabeth said, her breasts being that firm
didn't even wiggle about as she sat up. `What man's just going to get it
out and show you.'

   `You'd be surprised what a man will do with the right incentive. Come on
and I'll show you.'

   `Who are you going to pick on?' Constance asked, getting her dress back
on.

   `I think we'll see what Arnold the groom has,' and we all giggled and
hurriedly finished dressing before mounting the horses to ride back to the
stables. The two grooms came hurrying out as we clattered into the stable
yard and I let them lead off the other two horses while I led my mare into
her large box. I tethered her to the ring in the wall where she could still
get to the hay and water. The two girls followed me in and helped me
rearrange the bundles of straw that were inside.

   `Now get behind these and tell me if you can see properly through the
gap we've made.' They did so and confirmed that they could see quite
clearly the patch of clean straw that I'd laid out near one corner of the
box. `Okay, now keep quiet and don't burst out laughing or you will spoil
it.' With them hidden behind the bales, I went to door and looked out.

   `Arnold!' I shouted out.

   `Yes Miss Alice,' he said, emerging from another box further down the
yard.

   `Bring a fresh bucket of water for my mare please.'

   `Certainly Miss Alice.'

   I moved back inside and picked up a horse brush and stroked the flanks
of the mare till he came in with the fresh water. I then put the brush down
and closed the lower half of the stable door.

   `Arnold, come here a moment. Put the bucket down.' He did as he was told
and came to stand in front of me. `Give me your hand,'

I said, moving close up to him as he extended it. I took it and put it up
under my halter so that he could feel the nipple on my breast. His face
went red as he touched my warm firm flesh.

   `You always seem to be looking at these don't you Arnold?' I said,
rubbing his hand around my breast.

   `I...I can't seem to help it Miss Alice,' he stammered.

   `Would you like to see them properly?' I said softly. He glanced
apprehensively towards to open top half of the stable door. I moved over,
releasing his hand and pushed the door half closed so that there was still
a lot of light in the box. `Well would you?' I asked again moving closer to
him.

   `Ah...er...well...yes Miss Alice,' he stuttered.

   `If I show you mine, you'll have to show me yours,' I said, pointedly
looking down at his crotch. `Drop your trousers,' I said, pushing him back
to where I had laid out the straw. I half lifted my top so that he could
just see the lower parts of my breasts. That was enough for him to undo the
belt of his trousers and him let them drop to his ankles. His face was
bright red as his erection sprang into view and I pulled my top off over my
head. His eyes bulged at seeing them for the first time in all their naked
glory. I watched his erection twitch and bounce as he looked at my breasts.

   `Would you like to touch them,' I said softly again. All he could do was
nod as I saw his Adams apple move sharply as he swallowed. `Can I then
touch you?' I asked and he nodded again. `Then lie down there and we can
touch each other.' He did as he was told and his manhood flapped back onto
his stomach as I knelt down by his chest and brought his hand up to one
breast. As he gently began to massage it, I held up his erection so that
the hidden girls could quite clearly see it. I could hear the rustle of
straw as they moved for a better view, but Arnold was too absorbed in my
orb to notice. I then held him firmly in my hand as I moved it slowly up
and down. He gave a gasp as he knew what I was doing and he gave out a
groan and I felt his fingers tighten a bit more round my breast as his hand
moved. It didn't take long with my hand movements for me to feel it harden
even more and I held it in plain view as it spewed out the contents from
the sac below. It splattered over his leg and my hand as it came out and I
kept moving that flesh till he'd finished his coming. I then deliberately
turned to the gap in the straw bales and let them see me lick off the drops
that had landed on my hand.

   This was my first taste of a man's semen and it wasn't unpleasant to the
tongue, slightly salty, but then, what don't you put in your mouth that
hasn't been slightly seasoned. Arnold had given out a deep groan as he had
come and his fingers were digging into my flesh and I now pulled his hand
off me and got up.

   `Now how was that?' I asked of him, as I retrieved my halter and put it
back on, hiding them once again from his sight.

   `Just wonderful Miss Alice,' he gasped, still lying there with his piece
now beginning to wilt.

   `Okay, now be off with you and don't say a word to anybody about this or
I might do some damage to you later.'

   `Yes Miss Alice,' he said as he hastily got up and pulled his trousers
up, buckling his belt before leaving the horse box. Now came the giggles as
the two girls emerged from their hiding place.

   `You actually touched it and made it do that mess,' Elizabeth said in
awe, her eyes wide but with a big smile on her face.

   `You even licked some of it,' Constance said, though I'm not sure of the
tone that she used as she said this.

   `Mmm. I wonder what a mouthful of it would taste like,' I mused, with a
smile on my face.

   `Don't be so disgusting,' Elizabeth said in a shocked voice.

   `You haven't seen anything yet,' I said to her, winking at Constance,
who also seemed shocked at my comment. `Well you've seen the maid take it
in her mouth, so maybe they all do it.'

   `You haven't?' gasped Elizabeth. `Which one?'

   `More than one. You've still got a lot to learn,' I said to her as I
patted her cheek. `Now let's go and get bathed and dressed for dinner,' I
said, closing the subject.

   Dear diary, I'm sure that from these last comments you will have guessed
where my mind was beginning to wander off to. What would a mouthful of it
taste like? Who should be the donor to satisfy this curiosity? Charles? He
would be only too eager. But he was away with Uncle Albert who definitely
would have loved me to do it to him. Rupert and John were still here though
I think Constance would object to seeing one of her brother's put his thing
in my mouth, the mouth she likes to kiss.

   So who should I favour I wondered as I soaked in my bath. If I liked it,
then maybe they could all have a turn I laughed to myself. I tingled all
over as my maid rubbed me down with a towel to dry me before helping me
dress for dinner.

   After dinner I did my prowl around the Manor. The entrance from my room
to the hidden passages was a cleverly disguised panel that has to be
touched in two places at once to spring the hidden catch. I only found it
by accident one day, and now I could visit every bedroom to see what went
on in there.

   It was on these prowls that I found what would be a wonderful jape as he
wouldn't know who it was. The target was my grandfather! I saw the pattern
and watched it over a few weeks. He spent most of his time in his study and
only came down to dine with us all once a month. He usually ate alone in
his rooms and once a week, when he was in bed. A regular maid of his would
enter his darkened bedroom and without a word being said, I watched as she
would pull down the covers and raise up his night-gown. She would then bend
over him and with her hand and mouth work on him until he gave a big sigh
and then she would pull down the end of his shirt and replace the bed
covers and leave the room as silently as she had arrived.

   So having filched and hidden a maid's uniform, I waylaid the maid on the
night she was to visit him and said that the master had instructed that he
wasn't to be bothered this week for the usual thing. I said that she would
understand the message as I hadn't a clue what he was referring to. She
understood alright and went on her way.

   I was all a tingle as I quickly stripped and put on this maid's clothing
and quietly stole up to grandfather's rooms. Nobody saw me as I quietly
opened the door and holding my breath, went in and over to the bed. I kept
my head lowered so that all he could see, apart from the dress, was the
little frilled cap that the maid wore.

   He gave a grunt as I pulled down the bed covers and lifted up his
night-shirt till it was folded on his stomach. In the dim light I could see
his penis was still limp between his legs, so it was easy to take it all
into my mouth. By sucking and teasing it with my tongue, it slowly began to
stiffen. I then used my hand in a motion opposite to my mouth and felt it
get harder and felt his legs start to twitch. I sucked furiously and felt
it swell some more as it surged up into my mouth. I held it there as I
continued working on him as he groaned at his release until he finished. I
then pulled my head off him and rolled down his night-gown and pulled the
bedcovers back up over him.

   `That was much better,' he said, his voice startling me. So much so that
the semen I had in my mouth went straight down as I gulped in the shock of
hearing him speak. I had to force myself to walk calmly to the door and let
myself out, before I fled to my own room. Gasping and grinning at the
fright he had given me by speaking, I leaned back against the door and ran
my tongue round inside my mouth to try and get the taste back, but it had
all gone.

   So here was another first dear diary. The sucking on a man's thing and
taking the contents in and swallowing it. That hadn't been the intention at
the outset, only to try it and see what the taste was like, but you can't
win them all. I hugged myself with mirth thinking how furious he would be
if he knew that it had been me to do that to him instead of the usual maid.

   Uncle Edward and Aunt Victoria still seemed to only have sex together
about once a month and then it looked more like fumblings under the covers
than anything else. Then I had a pleasant shock. I was looking into Aunt
Anne's bedroom, Uncle Albert and Charles had been gone a week, and the maid
had just finished brushing my aunt's hair. She got up and went and stood by
the bed as the maid pulled the covers down before she turned to face
her. The maid then slipped the robe off my aunt's shoulders and I could see
that she was naked underneath. Then came the surprise of the maid to then
bend her head and start to suck on her right breast.

   Wow! Do we all do it then, I wondered? I continued to watch as the
breast was sucked upon and my aunt gently stroked the maid's hair while it
was being done. Then the maid's hand went down over her stomach and up
between her legs. My aunt stiffened slightly but then relaxed and let this
go on for several minutes before pulling away and lying down on the
bed. Her maid then quickly took her clothes off and joined her. They kissed
and stroked each other for several minutes before my aunt moved down the
bed and went between the maid's legs. I watched all this and the rest when
they changed positions for the maid to service my aunt. I got pins and
needles in my legs for standing still for nearly an hour watching them, a
burning fire raging in my lower belly.

   When they'd finished, I could wait to get to Constance's room for us to
do the same till I got my release that dulled the aching throb in my
belly. Then I made my plan as I lay in the arms of her after we had
satisfied each other. I'd already had the rest of the Grantley family
except my Aunt Anne, and I don't think she would be averse to another
little bit on the side.

   It was a couple of nights later that I knocked on her door and went in
when she called out.

   `Alice. What a surprise. I would have thought you to be in bed at this
time of the night.'

   `Well,' I started, making my voice sound all shy. `I wanted to speak to
you alone. It's not really something that I could speak to mother about,
but I feel that you would understand.'

   `That'll be all Violet,' aunt said to the maid who wished us both
goodnight before leaving the room. `Now tell me what you wanted to ask of
me that you can't say to your mother,' she asked as she picked up her hair
brush.

   `Let me do that,' I said, taking the brush from her hand and began using
it on her hair.

   `Well, as you know that I'm nearly a full grown woman and I seem to
get...well, strange feelings. Strange feelings inside myself. Oh, I'm
getting all hot and bothered again just talking about it. It's so warm in
here, may I take my robe off.'

   `Of course dear, it is quite warm in here.' So I took off my robe. I was
wearing my new French peignoir and as I had quite large breasts, the
nipples of which could clearly be seen through the filmy fabric, they
raised the hem so that it was only a couple of inches below my bush. It
also only had one bow that was tied just below my breasts, the front
therefore being open when I moved.

   `Alice! What on earth are you wearing?' she exclaimed as I picked up the
hairbrush again.

   `It's the latest fashion from Paris. Do you like it?' I asked, twirling
round once so that the hem flared out a little for her to see the cheeks of
my bottom as well as my muff as the front parted.

   `It's indecent! I can see everything you've got.'

   `Oh, but I like it. It keeps me cool. That's part of my problem that I
came to see you about. I've been wearing the heavy night-gown and I get so
hot in bed at night. Even wearing this, I still get hot and it hurts. My
nipples, here,' and I put the brush down and ran my hands over my breasts,
tightening the fabric so they stood out more, `hurt. I keep rubbing them to
ease the ache there. Then here also,' and I put my fingers in between my
legs, my hand parting the cloth so that she could clearly see my muff and
where my fingers were going. `I get an awful urge to use my fingers on
myself. This urge starts here,' as I moved my hand up to the lower part of
my stomach, my bush now quite clearly visible. `It seems to move down
inside me and I constantly want to rub myself to ease the ache that I feel
there too. I wondered if you could help me. Some cream or oil that I can
rub into my breasts and nipples to stop the ache there.' I rubbed my
breasts again to emphasise the need that I was feeling.

   `My dear, I'll help you if I can,' she said, standing up and taking my
hands in hers.

   `Maybe if you rubbed them for me. Another pair of hands might make a
difference, what do you think?' I asked.

   `We can but try,' she said with a smile, leading me to the bed. `Let's
give it a try.' I lay down on the bed and pulled at the bow and parted the
peignoir so that my breasts were on full show for her.

   `You do have a lovely pair of breasts Alice,' she said getting onto the
bed with me. She was leaning up on one elbow as she reached out and, with
her palm, getting it rubbed round the nipple, which responded instantly to
become very hard. `That's part of the problem when you become a woman,' she
said, giving the nipple a tweak. `These are very susceptible to your
changing body,' she carried on with her rubbing of my breast.

   `That feels nice,' I murmured, closing my eyes, feeling the heat start
to begin its build up within my belly. `It makes me feel relaxed. Do your
breasts have the same feelings as mine?'

   `Sometimes,' she replied.

   `Would you like me to rub yours at the same time as you rub mine,' I
asked, keeping my eyes closed unless there was a light in them that might
betray me.

   `Why not. It might help us both to relax.' I kept my eyes closed as I
felt the bed move as she pulled off her robe and lay down beside
me. `No. This is too awkward. Let me get astride you and then we can
massage our breasts more easily together.'

   The bed moved again as I felt her legs go down either side of me and I
felt her muff touch my stomach.

   `I'm not too heavy for you like this am I?' she asked.

   `No,' I said, opening my eyes and giving her a smile. `It feels quite
comfortable.' Her hands came down to massage my breasts and it appeared
most natural for me to lift mine to do the same to hers that were above me.

   `Now that's much better isn't it,' my aunt asked.

   `Oh yes,' I breathed out heavily. `This is wonderful,' and I closed my
eyes so that she wouldn't see the glow of how easy it had been to get her
on the bed doing just what I wanted. After several minutes of this, I spoke
again, repeating myself.

   `This is wonderful. It definitely does ease the ache and sends out a
warm glow to the rest of my body. Would it be the same if my breasts were
to rub your breasts at the same time,' I asked innocently.

   `Possibly,' my aunt replied, `we can but try.' To do this meant that she
would have to lie on top of me, bringing the sex of both our bodies
together. This she did by moving her body down so that she was lying on
top.

   `You'll have to do the moving because I can't,' I said, holding my
breath. She complied and this meant that our pubic hairs began rubbing
against each other as our breasts moved against each other.

   `Oooh, this is not really working because you are making me itch and
ache down below doing it this way,' I groaned, loving the way she thought
she was seducing me.

   `I've found that the saliva from the mouth does wonders for that itch,'
she said. I opened my eyes and looked up into hers.

   `You mean spit on my fingers and use them that way?'

   `Not exactly. Would you let me try it my way first to see if I can
help.' Wide eyed, I nodded. `Don't be alarmed at what I am going to do, I
promise not to bite,' she said with a smile. She then slid down my body and
I opened up my legs for her. Then she was there dear diary! The last of the
family of Grantley was sucking at my sex. I felt like punching the air as
the mouth of my aunt licked and sucked to bring me to an orgasm.

   `Oh aunt, you are so wonderful,' I exclaimed as she came up from sucking
me dry to give me a wet kiss. I threw my arms around her and passionately
kiss her back, tasting my own juices as I did so. `What a relief I feel
down there now. You're an absolute marvel. Would you like me to do the same
for you?'

   `That would be nice,' she smiled at me. So we rolled over and I kissed
her all the way down and gave her as good head as she had given me. She
thrashed about as she too had an orgasm, and when I was able, crawled up
her body to kiss her the same way as she had done to me. Wet mouthed,
covered with her own juices, which we licked off each other's chin as we
laughed and hugged one another.

   `Oh Aunt Anne, that was really wonderful. I feel an inner peace now that
we've done that, how can I ever thank you,' I said, giving her another
kiss. `Can we do this every time I get this urge?'

   `No,' she laughed, `not every time. At this time of your life you'll
have so many itches that I wouldn't be able to keep up with you. You'll
soon find a man who will soothe those itches and urges away for you. You'll
be sixteen next year and then your mother and father will start looking
around for a husband for you, if they haven't started already.'

   `I hadn't thought about that. Will the man be able to do the same as
we've just done?'

   `Not really, but it's much the same thing. They are built different and,
well, you'll find out in due time,' she said what she thought was rather
enigmatic, not knowing that it was her husband who had already deflowered
me.

   `But we can do this again sometime, can't we?' I said in a pleading
tone.

   `Of course my dear, but it must be kept as a secret for it's not really
the done thing for two women to do it together if you know what I mean.'

   `Not really, but if I get really, really desperate, can we?'

   `Of course my dear. But now I think it's time you ran along to your own
bed and let me get my beauty sleep. I seem to need it more now than I used
to.' With this dismissal, which I wasn't too unhappy about, got out of her
bed and retied my peignoir before putting my robe back on.

   `Thank you aunt,' I said, giving her a kiss before leaving her room and
going back to mine. I then went to bed to re-live the successful seduction
of my aunt, fingering myself as I thought of who was left of the family to
have one way or another. Mother and father where definitely ruled out, as
were my brothers. God forbid if one of those three got me pregnant. Well
two really if Percy wasn't only into men. I giggled at this last remark. If
he wasn't into men, then men were into him I chortled. Though it was a nice
thought that I could maybe turn him back to women, but the consequences
could be very bad indeed, so I gave up on that idea. That left Uncle
Edward, Aunt Victoria, Rupert and John, having already had Constance.

   Uncle Edward was easy to snare. He didn't go out riding every day, but
when he did, I wouldn't be very far behind him to see which way he went for
his ride. It was the day he went off towards the lake that I decided was
the right time. For this exercise, I wore a white loose fitting blouse
without a bra underneath it. He was past the summer house as I got close to
it. I had snagged a good piece of my blouse to the saddle of the mare and I
was armed with a nice sharp thorn. I galloped a bit faster to catch him as
close to the lake as possible. I then hallooed him to catch his attention,
and when I saw him turn in the saddle was when I thrust the thorn into the
mare's backside.

   Of course the horse reared up and I gave out a cry of dismay as I fell
from the saddle, my blouse being conveniently torn away from my body as I
fell. I lay there as being unconscious as he came galloping across the
field to where I had fallen. He jumped off his horse and I could hear him
muttering curses about unstable mares, and then he must have seen me
blouseless, lying flat on my back with my breasts fully exposed to his
eyes.

   He was a bit of a ditherer, not knowing quite what to do when faced with
a topless niece lying unconscious on the ground. Pick me up and carry me
into the summer house you fool I was saying under my breath. I know he
couldn't hear me, but that was eventually what he did. He managed, with
some difficulty, to pick me up and stagger the not many yards before he
could lay me down on the cushions that were out ready for just this
purpose.

   He tried patting my hand but I knew where his eyes were focused. He gave
up this occupation very quickly and just sat there looking at my breasts
for quite some time before I felt his hand tentatively touch me. It was
hastily withdrawn in case I woke up at this slight fingering of me. Then he
grew bolder by the minute and first he put his hand on my breast and gave
it a gentle rub, but I still didn't appear to awaken. He was now torn as to
what to do. My skirt had also come undone in the process of my falling and
he could see quite a bit of thigh.

   I felt his hand touch me there but still I didn't flinch or move, and
then it was only a few minutes later before I felt his hot breath as his
mouth closed over one of my nipples. It was lovely to feel this as I knew
he was now hooked. I just lay back and let him suck away to his heart's
content, because I was getting the inner glow that I needed from this
encounter.

   Well not quite. I still wanted him to go further, and by being in the
state he thought I was, he did. I knew he could see my panties through my
torn skirt and that he would then pull it off and shred it even further and
say that it had also been torn off in my fall. This is precisely what he
did. I didn't hamper him at all as he stripped me, not even when he pulled
down my panties.

   I lay there like a rag doll, completely naked and defenceless as I
guessed he was looking down at my body. Now my body was more than good to
look at, that I knew, so he was now looking at a perfect woman that was his
to have. I heard the rustle of clothing and then felt my legs being parted
and then his body came across and covered mine.

   I couldn't help but groan as I felt him enter me, but by now he was far
too gone to care about me coming round. He was on top of me as well as
being inside of me. I felt his member throbbing and pulsating as he fucked
me, panting at every thrust of himself into me. I thoroughly enjoyed this
farce as he reached his peak and came inside me, groaning as he gave me
short sharp stabs as his seed came out.

   That was when I awoke, just as he finally came to a halt. My legs went
up and around his waist, locking my heels together so that he was trapped
inside me.

   `Uncle Edward! What are you doing to me,' I cried out. His face almost
went purple as he tried to struggle out of the grip of my legs and thighs
that held him there. `My God! I wouldn't have believed it of you! How could
you?'

                                                         *

   Dear diary, I've never seen a man grovel so much as he did as I finally
released my grip on him so that he could pull out of me. Protestations of
love etc, wouldn't happen again etc, don't tell Aunt Victoria etc. It was
pathetic really, but at least I had snared him and if ever I asked anything
of him in the future, it would be guaranteed. I stormed into him with words
to the effect that he had taken advantage of me etc, as we gathered the
remnants of my clothing to try and make me look decent enough to return to
the Manor.

   I made him take me twice more in sex before I went back to school for my
final year saying that I expected a nice present for my sixteenth birthday
from him. I think he liked it really when I went down on him as my going
away present. But I'm jumping the gun here as they say, because I had
another person before I left for the last year of school.

   Well it was two really, because I had both Rupert and John before the
end of the holidays. It was easier to get John than his father as it
happened. I went down to the stables just as a stallion was being put to a
mare. I went and stood next to John and we watched that huge length come
out of its sheath as the stallion reared up behind the waiting mare. The
whole floppy length disappeared inside as they both reared and pranced
about in the special stall as they mated.

   `God, doesn't it make you randy when you see this,' I exclaimed, putting
my hand down to his crotch and felt him as hard as he could be. `I can feel
it's turned you on,' I said to his blushes and confusion that I should have
touched him where I did. `Would you be my stallion if I was your mare?' I
asked him breathlessly as I held tight to his arm. `I would be as willing
as she was to accept such a weapon.' He could only shake and look at me as
I dragged him along to an empty horse box.

   It didn't take much effort for him to drop his trousers to show that not
only was willing, but capable of covering a mare.

   `I'll be the mare if you will be the stallion,' I said again as I lifted
up my skirt and knelt down on my knees. Having it offered to him in the
state he was in, he couldn't refuse. He was out of his trousers and down
behind, ramming himself into me.

   `Oh God Alice. I never thought we'd ever be able to get together like
this,' he cried out as he kept pumping himself into me.

   `My pleasure,' I grunted as he heaved and strained as he came, holding
me tight with his last thrustings. Then when he pulled out of me I was
round to suck on the last outpourings until it began to wilt.

   Rupert was more difficult. He was saving himself for when he got
married, or so he said. It took me three days to get him out of his
trousers and then I said that it was only that he was saving himself to put
his thing inside his wife, that I would only take it in the mouth. So it
was him that was the first man really diary, of which I held the sperm in
my mouth to taste and savour before I swallowed it. What is more, I liked
it.

                                                         *

   So that was my sexually sated year before I got you as a birthday
present dear diary. I'm sure I will have a lot more to tell you in the
coming years. My birthday party as such, was turned into the monthly meal
for the whole family, and even Grandfather attended.

   It was announced there that it was time that my parents should start
looking for a husband for me. I was of an age now when it was expected of
girls to get married. I disagreed with this concept, but kept my mouth shut
for one of the few times in my life. Also, as Constance would be sixteen in
just a few weeks time, a suitable man should be sought for her too. We both
looked at each other and grimaced at the thought of having a man selected
for us by our parents who were really out of touch with the world as things
stood. But, as I said, I kept my mouth shut and so did Constance. Let them
parade their overage suitors for my hand, I could still rebel and say no,
though I wasn't about to say this yet until the time came.

   We tried to get as much fun out of this summer, knowing it could be our
last as unmarried females. Once we cornered a footman and with Constance
stripping off all her clothes, we got him to do the same. I then, much to
her horror, took his erection into my mouth and sucked and played with it
until he came. I took it and swallowed it before given him a final kiss,
letting him taste his own sperm before we fled, taking all of his clothes
with us.

   `How can you do that?' she remonstrated later.

   `I take yours and you take mine,' I countered.

   `That's different. We're females! We're cleaner than they are,' as if
this was a proper answer to the argument, but I didn't rise to it. It
appeared that Constance had one major fear, and that was to lose her
virginity to a man she didn't love. I taxed her on this to find out whom
she would rather have take it than the man she eventually would marry. It
was to be either one of my three brothers (I didn't tell her about Percy
not being available for this), or Charles. Well that left me with her
brothers Rupert or John, or the same Charles. I didn't tell her that I'd
already lost mine to Uncle Albert, that might have freaked her out, so I
played along with her on this. Poor Elizabeth got dragged into this, she
not wanting anyone of the family to break us in as it were.

   `What happens if you get pregnant?' was her argument. Then we had to
explain about her monthly period and the ovulation times that came in the
middle. So sex just after or just before menstruation, were the best times
to have sex with a man and not get pregnant. That's why women go with women
during the middle period because they couldn't get you with child. It was
like talking to a brick wall, so we carried on as we saw fit. Though she
still didn't want to have her brother Charles involved in taking the
virginity of one of us. I was so exasperated with her I nearly blurted out
that I'd already fucked with him, as well as with her father and mother,
but managed again to keep my mouth shut.

   But in deference to her wishes, Henry was selected for Constance and I
chose John. Elizabeth didn't want to go that far yet. So we manipulated
Henry into the position where Constance offered him her honour and he, well
in the state he was in by then, would have had the cat.

   It took place in the hay loft, with Elizabeth and myself hidden to watch
poor Henry get duped into this act. With the kissing and foreplay and the
steady disrobing of Constance as it went along, the sight of her naked body
there, lying open for him, there was nothing a red blooded male could
do. His erection had already been revealed in the foreplay, and it was now
crunch time. Would he be able to use it for the desired result.

   With her naked thighs and open sex beckoning, he went down onto his
knees and took Constance into womanhood. She gave out a cry as her hymen
was ruptured as he pushed himself fully into her. Elizabeth and I giggled
in glee as we watched him fuck her till he came in a very short time.

   He was most solicitous after he had pulled out, stroking and caressing
her saying that he hoped he hadn't hurt her in the process of their love
making. Poor sod didn't realise that a cock of his size wouldn't have done
damage to a mouse. But at least the loss of her virginity was kept in the
family so to speak.

   She was over the moon with now having had the experience of a man inside
her and thought that she could tell me what I could and couldn't do in this
respect. It really pissed me off so it was in a very short order of time
that we got Charles in a position to do the same to me. Elizabeth wasn't
happy that we'd chosen Charles, but was still that curious to see what he
looked like in the nude and having the erection of a man.

   But my cries of the breaking of the hymen were faked, but they didn't
know the difference and Charles was most delighted that I let him fuck me
for the second time. He'd mooned about long enough and this made him very
happy.

   `He actually enjoyed doing it to you!' Elizabeth remonstrated after
witnessing the event.

   `What did you expect? Him to cry? He enjoyed what we enjoy doing to each
other. He's no different from us to enjoy having sex. For Christ's sake,
grow up Elizabeth. When are you going to learn? Men want sex all the
time. We want it all the time, but we have the edge over them in this
respect. We only let them have it when we want. We dictate the time and
place and with whom. If you don't learn anything else but this, you won't
go far wrong in having a good sex life.' I felt tired from this tirade and
I could feel the semen of Charles staring to dribble down the inside of my
thighs. `I'm going for a bath, and if one or either of you want a good
night, come to my bedroom after supper.'

   Lo and behold, they both turned up. Constance wanting to know how I felt
losing my virginity to Charles and to tell me how she felt with giving hers
to Henry. Elizabeth wanted to hear both versions, but was more interested
in us having sex all together again.

                                                         *

   So dear diary we are up to date so far. Now the household started to
make preparations to expect suitors for my hand as well as that of
Constance. What a pathetic shower kept turning up every weekend. We had to
be polite instead of rushing to the toilet to throw up at the thought of
one of these expectant creatures to ever lay hand on one of us. Just like
Noah's Ark, the animals came in two by two, and after the flood, we sent
them packing in the same order. We laughed and cried alternately at these
peacocks being paraded by their parents as they tried to impress us either
with their wealth or social standing, neither of which appealed to us at
all.

   It was during this time that grandfather died. I don't think it was from
a surfeit of sex, but he passed away and this resulted in my father
becoming the next Earl of Redwood. This then brought me the title of Lady
Alice Redwood and therefore a better class of suitor. Unfortunately for
Constance, she still stayed as an Honourable as did Elizabeth. But we still
began to get, as I said, a better class of suitors, looking to either
improve their family breeding strain or hoping to benefit from the title
and all that pertains to it.

   They were still wimps and pathetic examples of manhood. The cream as it
were, had gone out to fight in the Boer war. All we had left were the dregs
and this left a bitter taste in my mouth. I was like Elizabeth Bennet
looking for my Mr Darcy. I was prepared to be damned than accept for a
husband what was being paraded before me at this time. I was confident
enough in Constance, that if I was to refuse all that came, she would do so
too, and then we would be able to stay as lovers in our own way.

                                                         *

    Dear diary, it is a sad day for the country and the Empire to record
the fact that our Queen has passed away. An age, an era has passed and we
are going to be most sorry for this loss to us as a nation. In a way, it
was a relief to Constance and myself because the whole country was in
mourning, that it stopped the visits. So when summer came round, we were
still free to enjoy the company of each other and welcome Elizabeth into
the eligibility stakes as she was now sixteen whereas Constance and I
became seventeen. Halfway to becoming unmarried spinsters.

   The three of us spent most of our time down at the summer house,
enjoying the sex that we gave to each other. We often played the same
trick, albeit with different members of the staff that I had pulled with
Arnold. Though I preferred to be the lure as I would then get to have this
erect man in my hand and instead of letting his outcoming go to waste,
would take it into my mouth to savour before swallowing. It annoyed the
other two that they didn't see the outburst, but I was past caring what
they thought in this respect. I loved to have and feel that throbbing flesh
between my lips and take what came. I would continue beyond the man's
coming and suck and squeeze on that hard flesh until it became too soft to
get any more pleasure from it.

   Between visiting the beds of Constance, Elizabeth and that of Aunt Anne
when Uncle Albert was absent, I still went out on my patrol at night
through the tight narrow passageways throughout the Manor. I quite often
looked in at mother and father, but never saw anything out of the ordinary
in their behaviour in the bedroom. I stopped more times than I really
should have to watch the antics of my brother Percy. Watching as he took
his footman's erection in his mouth to suck on before letting the man stick
it up his arse. Well it was the only place it could go with a man. I was
quite envious of Percy because this footman wielded the biggest male member
that I'd seen so far in this household. I wouldn't have minded doing the
same thing, but having it finally put in the right place and not up my bum.

   It was becoming a regular habit with me to prowl when I wasn't in my
ovulation period, and if I found that any of the available males weren't
otherwise occupied, I would slip round to their room to relieve them as
well as get my satisfaction from them using me.

   We finally got Elizabeth to surrendering what she had been wanting to
save for her husband. When we explained that she had no chance of getting a
husband until we had been married off, she might never get the chance if
she didn't do as we said.

   It was John we roped in for the task of deflowering Elizabeth. He didn't
know that we staged it, but he did as we watched as he tried to be the
gentleman as he mounted her to take away her virginity.

   There was no stopping her after she had had her first man. She became
man mad. So I wasn't really surprised when I looked into her room on one of
my patrols to find that it was my own father that was in her room, fucking
her. It was the first time I had seen him in action and was secretly
pleased that he made her scream out as they both came in a united orgasm.

   Keep it in the family, I said to myself as I sought out Uncle Albert and
had him do the same to me as my father had done to his daughter. What a
bloody war we could have started if we let it be known who was doing what
to whom. The place could well have become a blood bath.

                                                         *

   So dear diary, we've just got to get some fresh blood into the family
before we start getting really incestuous with our relationships. As
Elizabeth was now in the same boat as us, we made a pact that we would all
have to agree on whom we would accept as a husband, and agree to share him
as and when we wanted to have sex with a different man outside of our
present family.

   It had to be done this way dear diary, because I was starting to get
these incestuous thoughts after having had nearly every available male at
the Manor apart from my own brothers and father.

      So now, after the mourning period of our late Queen, suitors began to
appear at our door in droves. It became rather funny as we would get
together in bed at night and go through the prospective men that we had
seen. If only we could have had them stripped naked so that we could
examine their credentials more closely, we might have made some decisions
much earlier than we did.

                                                         *

   Dear diary. We have found a husband for Constance that Elizabeth and I
found acceptable as a future partner in any sexual romp that we could
devise. The man accepted was one James Ackroyd, son of Sir William Ackroyd,
a coal mine owner up somewhere in Yorkshire. Constance was a good catch for
their family as they were now becoming part of a titled family whereas his
was just an honorary title. Little did he know that he was in fact taking
on not one, but three wives.

   Elizabeth and I still had our suitors call as the preparations went
ahead for the wedding of Constance. Then my man was found. He was the
second son of the Earl of Corunna, the title being bestowed after, or
rather, during the Peninsular War in Spain. His name was William Brooks. He
had served in the army and had participated in the relief of Mafeking a
couple of years earlier. He had been severely wounded in this campaign and
had been invalided out of the army on a full pension at the rank of
Captain. The limp from his wound was hardly noticeably, and as he had
presented himself in full uniform, the tight fitting trousers showed that
he was indeed a man. So he was accepted by the other two and I agreed to
become his wife.

   Now there had been a stipulation that though the rest of the families
weren't too happy with, was though we would eventually get married, we
would continue to live at Redwood Manor.

   James was only too happy to accept this as was William. Now it just left
Elizabeth to get sorted out, and that didn't take that long either. His
name was Nicholas Parson, an apt name for the son of a vicar, but the best
bit was that he came from Wakefield. But he was a good laugh and took our
jests in the faith that they were made. He too agreed to reside in the
Manor.

   So as no one took any of the limelight from the others, we staggered the
weddings over a six week period. Though it was Constance that had got
engaged and avowed first, the families decreed that I would be the first to
be married, then Constance and followed after by Elizabeth. The families
were happy for us in these marriage stakes, but weren't that happy that we
would still be residents of the Manor. Our respective fathers' were happy
with this, it was the others that weren't too keen on the idea, but the new
Earl's word was law, so that was that.

                                                         *

   Dear diary. My wedding was fantastic. Mother and the others fussed round
me as I was dressed in my wedding gown, which both my mother and
grandmother had been married in. Constance and Elizabeth were to be my
maids of honour and they too looked splendid in their new outfits. Extra
carriages had been hired and our own coach had been given a special clean
and the horses were groomed to perfection.

   Father did me proud with the church down in the village, it was full of
flowers and the bells rang out to announce to the whole world that I was
about to be someone's wife. I walked down the aisle on his arm for him to
leave me there next to the man who was about to become my husband, but not,
I vowed to myself, my lord and master. I was going to become master and
mistress in my marriage in my own home. That was going to be a fact as God
made little green apples, I was going to figuratively wear the trousers.

   I didn't hear the words of the vicar performing the ceremony, but I said
the right words and made the right responses and then suddenly, I was no
longer Lady Alice Redwood, but Lady Alice Brooks. The fact that I held my
title, pleased me as I accepted his kiss at the altar and couldn't wait to
get to bed to see if what had attracted all three of us was true, and that
he was as big as he appeared to be when in uniform.

   The reception went in a whirl to me and soon I was up in our new rooms
in the Manor, slowly taking off my bridal gown as he too, took off his
uniform, which he married me in. I had insisted on this even though he was
no longer in the army, but it looked so resplendent that I couldn't resist
the dashing picture he portrayed.

   I was undressed first and in my French peignoir, I turned and showed him
what he had married. He stuttered about how lovely I looked and then I
finally saw what had been hidden from our eyes. My knees went weak and it
was only decorum that stopped me from going down onto my knees to take him
there and then into my mouth. He was all that was promised inside those
tight uniform trousers that he had worn. He was big and a magnificent
specimen of a man. I watched it rise in salutation to me as I stood there
before him. He came over and took me in his arms and kissed me deeply
before lifting me up and laying me down on our wedding bed.

   Oh dear diary how we fucked that night. I was already regretting the
agreement that I had made with the others to share him as they would share
their husbands. He was big, he was powerful and he gave me the best fuck of
my young life. He didn't even object when I went down on him after he'd
taken me for the second time. I sucked out the residue of his sperm and
within half an hour, had raised him up to take me for the third time. It
was a fucked and happy little bunny that went to sleep in his arms that
night. We hardly left our rooms for the next two weeks and it was only anal
sex that we left out.

   Next was the wedding of Constance, wearing the same dress that I had
worn. Her face was flushed at being the centre of attention and Elizabeth
and I were to be her maids in waiting. Not the done thing really my already
being married, but that is how we three wanted it. Both were a bit miffed
at me not sharing big Willy. I called him by that name after comparing him
in size with my brother William who was now to be called little Willy.

   Off went the others to the same church and Uncle Edward and we three
went in the last coach. We sorted her train out at the entrance, and then
we followed her down the aisle escorted by her father. It was a lovely
ceremony and I saw more of this one than of my own. Soon she became Mrs
James Ackroyd and they disappeared after the reception and I don't think we
saw her for two weeks either.

   Then we went through it all again for Elizabeth and she looked even
prettier than we had done on the day. She became Mrs Nicholas Parson though
she only stayed secluded for a week before she joined us so that we could
compare notes. We rode down to the summer house for us to play with soft
feminine flesh as opposed to the masculine hardness and for us to then
describe the attributes of our respective husbands.

   We were very graphic in describing the shape and size of the erections
and an estimated weight of the balls that hung below. They both admitted to
sucking on their men but it appeared that it was only me that took the
resulting fluid into my mouth before swallowing it. They only went as far
as I did with Arnold in the horse box, jerking him off till he came.

   I must admit that they were very accurate in their descriptions as to
the relative size of the men's organ when roused, because I had watched
some of the performances from my spy holes. James was longer, not by much,
than that of Nicholas, but his was slightly thicker, but neither of them
matched up to big Willy. He was by far the biggest in all aspects of the
other two, and the girls just couldn't wait to get their hands on him to
try him out for size.

                                                         *