Date: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 21:27:03 +0800
From: JB
Subject: The Squire and his Lady

This story follows on from my previous story, After the Scoutmaster.

It features consensual sex between adults and a 14 year old boy. If this
offends you or is illegal in your part of the world then you should
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The Squire and his Lady

At the time of the start of story I was a reasonably experienced 13 year
old bottom boy, having been introduced to sex and girlie clothing by my
Scoutmaster. He (Ray) had subsequently betrayed me and tried to pass me
along to his friend who had force bred me with his massive dick and damaged
me.

When I had somewhat recovered from this experience I met a twenty something
year old country gentleman (Clive) who rekindled my desires and who had
bred me most enjoyably. I was not quite sure who had seduced whom, but it
was a very nice outcome.

Clive, a.k.a. the Squire was engaged to Deidre, they had a loving and very
open relationship, both of them had experienced same sex relationships in
their youth.  They both worked in Manchester and Clive would return home to
his families country estate, " Hartforn Hall", on most weekends.

After Clive had dropped me off close to my home we had parted as friends
but with no plans for the future. I was certainly willing but did not want
to pressure Clive in anyway at all, he knew where to find me if he wished
to meet me again.

When I walked back to our little working class terraced house my thoughts
were in overdrive, the joy that I had experienced from Clive, the great
fishing I had experienced and an insight into life that was completely
outside of my working class upbringing. When I walked into our house my
parents asked me where I had been and I told them that I had been fishing
at the Barrington-Smythe estate, their first reaction was that I had been
poaching but I explained that I had met the Squire at the fishing tackle
shop and he had given his permission for me to fish their river. I showed
them the trout that I had caught and never volunteered any further
information. The Barrington-Smythes were very well known in the area and
apparently Clives father Algernon was chairman at the local iron ore
company, head of the local Conservative Party and supposedly high up in the
Order of Masons, I suppose this all gave my Dad bragging rights at the Pub
that night. Anyway the trout were a treat for us all and that night I went
to bed to dream of Clive and reflect the memories which he had
left. Needless to say I masturbated with the thoughts of his beautiful
manly body and his breeding of me fresh in my mind, I was hopeful that he
would contact me again.

The next few days were rather a daze and my mind kept turning to my time
with Clive and I was desperately hoping that he would contact me again. On
Thursday evening when I was walking home from school, I turned the corner
and there was Clive's red MGA with its chrome wire wheels, my heart skipped
a beat and I could not restrain myself from running up to him. Although it
was a great temptation to throw my arms around him and hug him I knew that
I needed to control my emotions in public. Clive gave me his great wide
smile and a wink and asked how I had been? I told him honestly that I had
missed him. He told me that he had been thinking a lot about me too and
discussing me with his fiancé Deidre. I was certainly concerned about
this, yet he said that she would love to meet me sometime and had sent me a
letter which he would give to me when the time was right.

He told me that his sister Annabelle, who normally used the apartment in
town, was on holiday in the South of France with his parents for the next 6
weeks and that he would be staying at the apartment that night and the next
night, he wondered if I could get away one of those nights. I said that I
could not come up with an excuse to my parents for that Thursday night but
I could tell them I was having a sleepover with one of my friends on the
Friday night. He gave me the address and said to come on over to after
school on Friday and with that we went our separate ways, but as he was
getting into the car I noticed a distinct bulge in his trousers.  I really
wanted to hug him but it was just not an appropriate time or place and I
knew that I would have to wait until Friday.

When I got home I came up with an excuse to my parents and they had no
problems, I was always somewhat of a wild child and I suspect that they
were privately glad of my absence. Not that they were bad parents or
anything, in fact to the contrary, they did their best on their moderate
means and with two other children to care for I guess that one headstrong
young boy was just one problem less.

After a restless night I headed off to school and I had taken care of my
ablutions and tried to prepare myself as best I could, clean clothes, best
underpants, albeit somewhat worn and I had managed to steal some Vaseline
just in case it was required. I am sure that I did not concentrate much at
school and when the bell rang in the afternoon I was probably first out of
the door and headed for the address he had given me.

When I arrived at the apartment it was actually one floor of an older style
building in a better part of what was a pretty average old industrial
town. When I rang on the door Clive answered, flashing his big white teeth
in a wide grin and bustled me into the apartment. It was a very well
appointed apartment with two bedrooms and full mod cons including a study
and a library, Algernon, Clive's father used it when he was visiting town
as Chairman of the Iron Company and more regularly his sister Annabelle
used it while she was attending high school.  Although I had not met her
Clive had already told me that she was 16 years old.  Anyway as soon as I
had stepped through the door and Clive had closed it, he wrapped me up in
his arms and asked how I had been.

I was soon wrapped in his embrace, smelling his expensive cologne and his
sweet breath and finding it hard to breathe, more from emotion that any
other reason. When he leaned down to kiss me I felt as though I was melting
and my legs were turning to jelly, his hardness against my stomach just
reinforced my feelings of love and submission. It seemed that just 12
months ago I thought that kissing was gross, but I now thoroughly enjoyed
it. Clive could have thrown me on the bed there and then and I would have
submitted without a further thought, but he released me reluctantly and
said to sit down because he wanted to talk to me. I was disappointed,
curious and concerned all at the same time. He said to sit next to him on
the settee and he placed his arm lovingly around my shoulders and said that
he would like me to read the letter for me written by his fiancée
Deidre. He handed me a very expensive looking letter that smelt of nice
perfume and it was sealed and addressed to me, with somewhat shaking hands
I opened the letter and it read;

My Dear

My darling Clive has told me all about you and how you charmed him. As you
will be aware Clive and I have a very open relationship and I am pleased
that he told me everything about you and how you pleased him. I am further
pleased that you looked after his manly needs when I was not there and I
feel as though you are my friend, even though we have never met.

Clive also told me how you had been mistreated and abused when you had
given your heart to your adult lover, I know these things can be hard on a
young person and I would like you to know that both Clive and I were very
moved by your terrible experience.

If it is agreeable to you I hope that we might meet and that we might
become more closely acquainted.  Please do not feel intimated at all and if
you do not wish to meet me I will understand, but I do hope that you will
permit us to meet as I feel that we could be become good friends.

Please let Clive know if you would be happy for us to meet.

Your friend

Deidre Charnsworth

When I had finished reading the letter, Clive gave me a little hug and
asked me what I thought. I was not sure what to say as it seemed so
strange, strange that Clive would tell her and strange that she should be
so friendly and ask to meet me. I stuttered and stammered while I tried to
collect my thoughts and probably went red in the face too. Seeing that I
was not sure what to say then Clive said that perhaps he could help me to
understand.

Apparently when Deidre was young her father had run off with a younger
woman and started a new family. Her mother was independently wealthy but
she felt betrayed, probably just like I felt when my first love had
betrayed me. Well perhaps not quite the same but I could certainly
empathize with her.

When growing up Deidre mother had instilled into her that men are very
different from women. Men need regular physical satisfaction and they are
really no different from any stallion breeding a mare that is in heat, they
can do so without any emotional involvement.  Their family was a very
horsey family and so most things tended to be equated to equine matters.
Conversely she stated that women more generally need the emotional
attachment and are more susceptible to pain when their lover strays.  Her
mother s advice to Deidre was that she should never expect fidelity from
her future husband but to understand his different desires and this was her
recommendation for a long and happy marriage. So when Deidre had heard the
story of our mating from Clive she recognized that Clive was simply giving
in to his natural instincts and that he was physically attracted to both
boys and girls. As his fiancée this was her first test and she was
resolutely determined to overcome her natural jealousy to ensure a long and
happy married life with Clive. They had both shared their most intimate
secrets and she understood that Clive loved her dearly but was also
attracted to some young boys. From her perspective this was less
threatening than Clive going off with some young gal who might bear his
children – like her father. So Deidre was keen to meet me to see what
dangers I posed for her future marriage to Clive. Clive had told her that I
would not name my previous lover and his brute of a friend and he felt that
this discretion was natural to me. This was of critical importance as even
homosexuality was illegal at that time and Clive had a family reputation to
protect.

He also added that after he had finished telling Deidre the intimate
details of our liaison that she had become extremely aroused and he had
enjoyed the best sex which they ever had. No wonder he wanted me on the
scene!

I must say that this calmed my nerves somewhat and I was looking forward to
meeting this wonderful and wise person that Clive was going to marry. I
said that I would love to meet her and asked Clive to thank her so much for
her kind letter. He was like dog with two dicks and was positively gushing
about her charms and how we would get along famously, so he said that he
was going to set that particular train in motion when he next returned to
Manchester.

So with objective number one achieved he then he set about objective number
2 which involved breeding me again. However I had previously told him how I
had been made to wear girls clothing and that I enjoyed the femininity and
feel of the girly things, he wondered how I might feel about trying on some
of Annabelle s things before he bedded me. This excited me as I thought
that I had become quite competent at dressing up and preparing myself for
breeding, so somewhat blushingly I agreed if he promised not to laugh. He
was horrified at the suggestion and told me that he would really like to
see me in girly things. On that basis I agreed and he led me to Annabelle s
bedroom and said I should see what I could find that fitted me, I was
afraid that some of her things might be a little large as she was 3 years
older than me.

Annabelle had some very pretty clothes but they were a little conservative
compared with te sexy items that I had dressed in previously. I found some
that were OK and I still felt that I looked not too bad, especially as she
had a nice range of expensive cosmetics that I could choose from. I also
took the time in the bathroom to make sure that I was clean for him and I
prepared myself with the limited garments available to me. Alas there was
no wig and when I came out to Clive I felt that I was still not fully
prepared or looking my best, but Clive could not have been happier as he
said that I was the prettiest little boy/ girl that he had ever seen. I
told him that I had been used to answering to the name of Julie when I was
dressed up and he could call me that if he preferred. I left that decision
entirely up to him.

He stood up, embraced me and kissed me and I melted into him. He sat me on
the settee and he spread my legs and lay on top of me, his manhood bulging
and pushing into mine. With his continued kissing I had no resistance
whatsoever, not that I had any to start with, but his kissing of my neck
and my ears just had me panting for him to make love to me. This time he
took the lead and pushed my girlie panties to one side and cupped my
package, taking my stiff little cockette between his finger and thumb he
started to masturbate me and I was soon groaning with pleasure, but this
did not seem right to me, my first role was to service him and I took his
hand away and unbuttoned his trousers to gain access to his rampant man
pole. I pulled off all of his clothes to see all of his beautiful manly
body. Clive was over 6 feet tall and had a blonde hair all over his body,
he had white skin that provided a nice contrast to my sun burned more olive
skin and my dark hair. He was significantly bigger than me in every respect
but I adored the look and the feel of his large rampant dick as it was
smooth, silky and so meant to be in my mouth. There was pre-cum on the tip
and I licked it off, I had liked the taste of his semen when he had come in
my mouth previously and I was looking forward to that treat again. I had
loved the sensation when I felt his come spurting into my mouth and I never
had any problems whatsoever with swallowing, it just seemed the right thing
to do.

Now I had his dick in my mouth again and I was pleasuring him the best way
I knew how, sucking on him always made me very hard and this day was no
different. He was groaning in appreciation and looking at my head bobbing
up and down on his manhood, my lip-sticked lips wrapped around it. What I
particularly appreciated was how he was complimenting me, through his
groans of pleasure, about being so pretty and so sexy. His hand was on top
of my head, not forcing me in anyway but just as affection and letting me
take him at my pace. I was soon swallowing his length and despite his
length my nose was soon buried in his pubic hairs. He was now starting to
thrust and I felt I should ease off as I wanted a proper breeding and I did
not want him to come in my mouth. Pulling away, probably to his
disappointment, I pulled off my panties and climbed on top of him, he had
placed some lubricant at the side of the bed and I quickly coated his
length and slipped some into my little bottie and tried to slide down onto
him.  I was probably being a little too eager as he had not loosened me up
with his fingers and it did not seem as if it would fit inside me. Clive
said not to rush things but I simply had to have him inside me and I
persevered and soon I managed to get his bulbous tip through my sphincter
but I was being too ambitious and it really hurt, Clive said not to go
further and we would do it later, but I knew that the pain would soon pass
and it did. It took a little longer than normal to accommodate his size but
very soon his full length was inside me and I was twitching my sphincter
muscles on his hardness. Moving very slowly I raised and lowered myself
upon him and the lubricant stared to smooth his movements into me, the pain
was now less of an issue, still a tad uncomfortable but the level of
pleasure was not starting to overtake the feeling of pain.

I was now in my favorite position whereby I could kiss and hold him while
he was thrusting up into me and rubbing on my prostate, very sexy and I
started to groan as he humped me. I always was a very expressive little boy
when I was being bred and I suspected that my sounds added to the pleasure
of my lover. Hump-hump, groan- groan we continued at an increasing pace
until the inevitable happened and he gave an extra hard hump and filled me
with his love juice, I was not far away from climax myself and I had been
very much enjoying myself despite the initial pain and discomfort. Clive
was panting and sweating and when he climaxed he could not control his
satisfaction and was equally vocal. I always enjoyed giving my lovers
pleasure and that day I felt that I had served Clive well. As he started to
droop and drop out of me his face relaxed into a beam of contentment and he
laid back on the bed and I felt real pleasure in having providing his
pleasure. I laid along his body with my arms wrapped around him and with my
head on his shoulder and listening to his heart beating madly.

When he had calmed a little I got up and went to the bathroom and took a
warm flannel and returned to clean him carefully, although there was no
sign of taint, I simply wanted to serve him as best I could. He was now
capable of speaking and pulled me to him and told me what a beautiful
little lover I was and what a sweet little girl I was, he called me Jullie
for the first time and he kissed me and held me close with his large had
cupping my bottom and pressing against me. I felt pleasurably used but
certainly never abused. We lay there together in a feeling of tenderness
and he spoke to me in a sincere voice and told me how much he cared for me
and that he would never ever hurt me and I felt really cherished. Getting
up from the bed he held out his hand for me to join him and he stood me in
front of the full length mirror on the wardrobe, I was facing the mirror
and he was stood behind me with the top of my head just reaching his
chin. He wrapped his arms around me and we looked at each other's
reflection in the mirror, he moved one hand to my half hard dickette and
the other inside my girlie blouse to my boy tit and he pressed his now
flaccid penis to my bottom. Nibbling on my ear lobe he whispered how much
he appreciated my selflessness in wanting to please him at the expense of
my own pleasure, I just found it to be my natural inclination. As he looked
at me he asked whether my girlie clothing was for my pleasure or his and I
really had to think about my answer. I told him that I loved the feeling of
the silky panties but I had been trained to dress for the pleasure of my
master and I was not sure about the full transformation for my own benefit,
I just wanted to be desirable. Hugging me ever closer he told me that he
loved me both as a boy and a girl and he would leave it entirely up to me
how I dressed. He told me that he had discussed this with Deidre and if I
wanted to dress as a girl then he was sure that Deidre would help me to
become more attractive as a girl. Perhaps I was not a very convincing
little girl, especially without a wig and he was trying to spare my
feelings? Actually I had been longing to grow my hair long but my parents
were absolutely against that, short back and sides it was!

 Clive and Deidre had clearly had long conversations about me and were
happy to help me either as a boy or a girl, I was not sure what I had done
to earn such support and I was starting to look forward to meeting Deidre
who was sounding more like an angel the more that Clive spoke of her.

As Clive continued to play with me, the more my dickette was responding and
I could feel his manhood starting to stir again, I was however a little
nervous and still sore from his first breeding. When I told him that I was
rather sore then he was very contrite and apologized for being so selfish.
I reassured him that it was my fault because I had rushed things along but
I would be very happy to service him with his mouth but he would not hear
of it and laid me on my back on the bed. Using both his hand and his mouth
he soon had me on the edge but I could feel him hard and rampant against
me, I felt that I could not leave him in that condition and I positioned
his hardness against my bottie and encouraged him to penetrate me again,
clearly this was a hard to refuse proposition and he bred me again,
somewhat painfully for me, but I wanted him to have pleasure and when he
came inside of me I felt satisfaction that I had done my job. As he popped
out for the second time he went down on me and pleasured me orally and I
spurted quickly into his mouth and he swallowed every last drop. I loved
him so much! I was sore but satisfied I guess.

After the sex we cuddled and he held me close and told me all about his
life and his love for Deidre, they seemed such a well matched couple I
loved them both, even though I had not yet met Deidre.

As we were lying together exchanging intimacies I asked him if he still saw
his bottom friend (Jeremy) from boarding school. He told me that Jeremy now
lived in London and they caught up whenever they could but the dynamics of
their relationship had changed. He explained that as Jeremy had become
older then Jeremy's sexual inclinations had changed, he still enjoyed sex
with men but he also assumed a more dominant role and was now in a
relationship with a woman. He told me that as I too became older that my
levels of testosterone would probably increase and that I might also
experience a similar change and become more assertive. Clive told me that
at the end of their time together at boarding school Jeremy had also bred
Clive but that it seemed strange to be on the receiving end, not that it
was unpleasant but it was certainly strange for him and he was also happy
to please his friend Jeremy. So when he now visited Jeremy in London it was
more as an old friend and not as a gay lover. These comments set me
thinking about my own sexuality but at the time I could not think of
anything more rewarding than servicing my adult master.

They had a telephone in the apartment which was a bit of a luxury at the
time and Clive called Deidre in Manchester and asked her to come to visit
Hartforn Hall for the weekend. His parents and Sister Annabelle were in the
South of France so Hartforn Hall was empty, other than the local
housekeeper and gardener who looked after it in their absence. The visit
was clearly with the intention of Deidre meeting her fiancées little
boy/girl friend and I was excited but nervous at the prospect.

After clearing the idea of another sleepover with my Mother we set off
early the next morning (Saturday) for the Hall with the intention of some
early morning fishing. It was a glorious early morning with the sun just
appearing and the little MG purring along the country roads with the wind
in our hair, an experience from which memories are made.

On arrival at the Hall we set off up the river and had a few good hours
fishing before heading back to the Hall. By this time it was mid-morning
and we were ravenous and Clive took me to the kitchen where he cooked a
stack of pancakes. We headed down to the wooden pier by the boat shed where
we spread a rug and relaxed. By this time it was midday and quite warm and
so we plunged into the lake to cool off. It was all perfectly proper
because the gardner was still around but I still lusted after Clive in his
sexy costume, the droplets of water sitting on his blonde chest hair
glistening in the sun.

We turned around to face the Hall as we heard a car driving up the gravel
driveway and we saw a blonde woman in the latest ice blue Mk II Jaguar
sedan wave to us with a smile on her face. This was the arrival of Deidre
and Clive jumped up, grabbed a towel and ran to great her with a great
smile on his face. He told me to wait there and he would bring Deidre
over. I waited nervously on the rug and not at all sure what to expect from
our pending introduction.

Clive gave Deidre a hug and a kiss and pointed in my direction, my heart
was pounding!

Slipping her arm through Clive's arm they walked towards me across the lush
manicured garden. Deidre was a tall blonde, unfashionably slim for the time
and she wore a beige two piece suit over a ruffled lace blouse and a floppy
broad brimmed hat with a pink ribbon and flowers on the brim. As she
approached she had such a warm friendly smile, all my concerns just
disappeared. She was an absolute vision of class and refinement and totally
unlike the women in the working class town where I lived. Clive, the randy
dog, had his towel over his shoulder and was sporting a very un-gentleman
like erection that was almost poking out the top of his swimming trunks. He
was clearly very pleased to see one or the both of us!

Deidre took my hand and leaned down to kiss my cheek and said that she was
so happy to meet me after all that Clive had told her about me and that she
was certain we would be very good friends. As she leant towards me to kiss
me there was this glorious fresh sweet smell from her powder and I felt
overwhelmed by her presence, she was just so totally different to anything
that I had previously experienced I was tongue tied in her
presence. Sitting down on the rug she patted the spot next to her and said
to me to sit down and tell her all about myself, I sat down without a
second thought, she just had such an air of gentle, well-bred
authority. Turning to Clive and looking directly at his erection she said
that perhaps he could prepare some tea for us in the kitchen but before he
did so to cover up his excitement with a towel before he managed to upset
the hired help. Smiling broadly Clive walked back to the kitchen to do her
bidding leaving the two of us alone beside the lake. She laughed
conspiratorially with me and said that we both enjoyed sharing his manly
pleasures.

Deidre asked if she could ask me questions and of course I could not have
refused her anything as I was absolutely star struck. Although Clive had
told her the hard facts of my experiences Deidre wanted to know all about
my feelings during my seduction and subsequent rape. She had her arm around
my shoulders and my heart was pounding as I tried to tell her of the
events. I told her that I would not name names but simply try to tell the
story, with the emotions I was experiencing at the time.

When I came to the part of my experiences where I was photographed she
frowned but said to continue. I told her of my consuming love for my male
lover who took my cherry and that I considered it a pleasure to please
him. I told of my introduction to sexy girly clothing and how I enjoyed the
feeling of satin panties and preparing myself to pleasure my Master. When I
reached the part of the story where I was cast aside by my lover and
brutally raped by his friend then emotion overtook me and my voice broke
and tears ran down my cheeks. In a tight angry voice she said I was a poor
dear and she laid my head in her lap, stroked away the tears and caressed
my head affectionately. This was how Clive found us when he returned from
the kitchen with a tray of tea and biscuits, except that I had now
recovered from my emotions and was now sporting a noticeable erection as my
dickette poked out the front of my swimming costume. Deidre had also
noticed and said to Clive that I had been upset but I was now OK or at
least I was judging by my reaction! Clive laughed and said yes I was a
lusty and resilient little fellow and they both laughed in good nature.

In hindsight it seems clear that Deidre really needed to understand me and
she quickly understood that I needed affection and that I had a desire to
please others before pleasing myself, she was so very perceptive and
wise. After we had spoken she understood that I would not hurt Clive and
that I cared for him and could be trusted to be discrete.I was certainly no
threat to her plans and may even prove to be an ally to keep Clive away
from other hungry young fillies when she was not around!

Clive and Deidre were well bred gentlefolk of a much higher social standing
than myself but they never seemed to notice our differences and they were
so supportive to me and were prepared to help me prepare for life, whatever
that had to offer. Our relationship was to be cemented in the coming days
but my introduction to Deidre on the bank of that lake was the start of a
relationship that endured for many years.

To be continued...