Date: Tue, 5 Nov 2013 19:57:59 +0800
From: JB
Subject: The Squire and his Lady - Part 2

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The Squire and his Lady – Part 2


At the time of this story I was nearly 14 years old, small package but slim
with a cute bubble butt, quite good looking with dark hair and blessed with
a good sense of humour.

Although young I was a reasonably experienced bottom boy, having been
seduced by my Scoutmaster and over a year later I had met his replacement
in my life. Clive (my new crush) was in his late twenties, a true country
gentleman and from a well-to-do family. He had just introduced me to his
fiancé Deidre who was aware that of our relationship and seemed very
relaxed about it all. Deidre had just listened to my story with empathy and
when it came to the part that upset me she had cradled me in her arms and
put my head on her lap, wiped away my tears and caressed my cheek. I
thought that she was wonderful and wise and I was still lying with my head
on her lap when Clive returned from the house with a tray of tea and
scones.

I confess that my body had reacted to her gentle caresses and I was now
sporting a noticeable little bulge in my swimming trunks. Of course this
had been spotted by Clive and Deidre and they laughed at my reaction to
Deidre's caresses. I giggled too for I could hardly deny what was
self-evident.

Clive carefully set down the tea tray and joined us on the rug, it was
quite clear that he also found the scenario titillating as his bathing
costume was also sporting a much more significant bulge that was
immediately appealing to me. Clive leaned over and pulled the front of my
bathers down to release my little dickette which shot up like a coiled
spring and, reaching for my little stiffie, he waggled it back and forth
and asked Deidre what she thought. I think Deidre was a little taken aback
at this rapid development. She gasped, put her hand to her mouth and said
in a somewhat breathless voice what a pretty little penis I had. At this
time all eyes seemed to be on my dickette, when I looked down I saw my own
slim tanned body and then this white stripe where my bathers had covered me
from the sun and with Clive's big hand gently masturbating me. I wanted to
reach out and touch Clive's erection but before it went any further Deidre
recovered her decorum and told us both to cover up immediately and she
wanted to talk seriously to us boys. She told us to sit up straight and
although Clive could hardly be called a boy he, none the less, did as he
was told and we both waited to hear what Deidre had to say. She was not
angry and did not raise her voice but she had that natural air of authority
that comes with good breeding.

In her beautiful upper crust voice she told us that we were being very
indiscrete, the gardener was still somewhere on the grounds and she said
that if he had seen us we could have brought Clive into serious trouble. He
would go to jail, the family name would be damaged and her mother would
never permit her to marry such a man, despite her own feelings for
Clive. For her part she could understand the physical attraction that Clive
felt towards me and she felt that as long as we both experienced pleasure
then she personally had no problems with what we chose to do in the privacy
of the bedroom. First addressing Clive she said that he should never show
affections towards me in the presence of others even when he yearned to do
so. He was old enough to know better and if they were to have a long and
contented married life then he must always be discrete and not shame
her. Then addressing me she was somewhat more sympathetic and said that
because I was so young I probably did not realize how much I could damage
both her and Clive if I ever discussed with anyone what happened between
myself and Clive. She thought I was a beautiful sweet young boy with a kind
heart and for her part she would do her utmost to help me to better prepare
for life. She did not want me to be hurt in love again and she wanted me to
understand that after they married in the next year then they would have a
home of their own near Manchester so it would be unlikely that I would see
Clive again and it was better to accept that fact now so as to avoid pain
later.  Both Clive and I were thoughtful because they were indeed words of
wisdom and we both recognized it. Clive held her hand, looked her in the
eyes and told her how much he loved her and that if he ever had dalliances
he would always be absolutely discrete. He then held her closely and they
both had tears in their eyes. It was very touching and I said that I would
die before I caused either of them any harm and I meant every word. They
both held out their arms and we had a beautiful, emotional group hug, it
was a touching and memorable moment for us all think.

So, this little speech somewhat cooled our ardour and Clive poured the tea,
or in my case lemonade and we relaxed on the rug in the afternoon
sunshine. Deidre was still keen to find out more about me and I think that
by the time we went back into the house she would have gained a reasonable
understanding of my character. I listened intently to every word that
Deidre spoke and I watched how she moved and I admired her natural elegance
and good breeding, she was truly a creature of great beauty both physically
and in her character. When we were talking I mentioned that it was my
fourteenth birthday the next week and she and Clive said that we would
celebrate it the very next evening and we would go out to dinner together
to The Lakeside.  Apparently this was a very fancy restaurant set on the
edge of the nearby lake. At this time the limits of my fine dining were the
local fish and chip shop in town. It seemed strange that I had only known
Deidre for a few hours and now she felt like my closest friend, Clive was
so lucky, but so was I!  We sat by the lake and chatted until it became
chilly in the late afternoon and then made our way back to the house, but
first we stopped at Deidre's Jaguar to collect her things. She seemed to
have quite a lot of luggage for just a weekend and looking directly at me
she said that she had bought some things which she thought I might
like. Clive was obviously in on the secret because I gave one of his famous
smiles and when I asked what it was he just said that it would not be a
surprise if he told me.

The entrance to the Hall was quite a fancy affair and led to the reception
area and a wide wooden staircase to the upper floors. As we climbed the
stairs I was wondering what the sleeping arrangements might be as I was
quite keen to be bedded by Clive and to spend the night with him, but it
seemed a little awkward with Deidre, his fiancée being there as well. As
we approached one bedroom Clive said that this would be my bedroom and he
and Deidre would have the room next door, my heart sank and it probably
showed in my face but he made no further comment.

I went to explore my room while he and Deidre went next door to their
room. My bedroom was very sweet and it clearly belonged to Clive's sister
Annabelle who was on holiday in the South of France. It was a very nice
room with views over the garden and the lake, it also had a nice girly
en-suite bathroom, certainly a bit of a difference from my parent's home
but I took it all in my stride. I had just laid back on the bed to relax
when there was a soft knock on the door and Deidre asked me if she might
come in and show me her surprise. I could hardly wait, all young boys like
surprises. As she walked through the door she was carrying one of the
suitcases from her car and I could scarcely wait to see what it
contained. She sat down on the bed next to me and the smell of her powder
and perfume made my heart beat faster. She said that she hoped that I would
not mind but Clive had told her of how I loved pretty clothing and dressing
up like a girl but he thought I could probably use Deidre's advice on
clothing and make up. Deidre said that she was happy to help me look my
girly best for Clive, she thought I was very special and she hoped that I
might be able to attract a better class of gentleman friend if I presented
well.  In hindsight I suppose that Clive had not been overly impressed with
my dress ups and that he was enrolling Deidre to help me. Deidre was an
absolute treasure and rather than being jealous about Clive and me, she
understood that he was attracted to pretty little boys but she loved him so
much that she could accept the situation and felt sufficiently confident
with her own relationship not to feel threatened.

Deidre and Clive had bought a whole suitcase full of nice clothing and make
up for me in Manchester!  When I opened the suitcase I was so excited as
here were all types of little girl clothing as well as some smart trousers
and shirts for a young boy. She pointed out the lacy little panties in
white and pink and asked if I liked them? They were so beautiful, sexy but
not slutty and I could hardly wait to try them on. Deidre was extremely
perceptive and asked me if I would like to try them on, just us girls
together! I could hardly wait and stripped off, my daggy underpants which
were really ugly and I was quite ashamed of them when I saw how beautiful
my new girly panties were.

I was not at all ashamed of my body and little package as Deidre had seen
this down at the Lake but I really wanted to check out my new
panties. Deidre suggested the pink panties to start with and indeed they
were lovely and I asked her what she thought of them. Of course I hammed it
up and walked up and down in front of her swaying my little hips and she
giggled and told me how flattering they were. I suppose there were
underlying sexual connotations and my 4 inch dickette was semi hard but we
were just being girls together. So we tried all the clothes on with much
giggling and Clive's voice came from the next room asking what us girls
were doing, but we both knew that he actually knew what we were doing. When
we had finished trying on all the beautiful clothes it was getting time for
us to prepare to go for dinner and Deidre offered to help me prepare, but
that before she did so she wondered if I would I like to use the toilet. I
knew what this meant and I thanked her and used the bathroom to prepare for
what I now felt sure was bound to follow.  After I had made certain of my
cleanliness Deidre set about my make up, it was certainly different to what
I had been used to, the effect was far more restrained. When I mentioned
this to Deidre she said that true gentlemen did not like their women
dressed liked cheap whores in public but to be seemly and then to be a
tigress for them in their bedroom when they were alone. The lipstick she
used was paler but glossy and she just used a little rouge on my cheeks but
the overall effect was of a very attractive but seemly young lady.

She then laid out a black trouser suit with broad velvet lapels, fitted
waist and the trousers were probably a bit too tight as I struggled to get
into them and my little boy bulge was pushed into one leg which somewhat
spoil the girlie effect. She promised to let them out the next day to make
them a little more comfortable but she said they made my bum look very sexy
and when I looked in the mirror I thought she was right. There was also a
little padded bra, white frilly shirt and a black wig that was not too long
but it refined my short boy haircut and could be tied up at the back. There
were white girl's ankle socks and some black smart shoes with a little heel
and some clip on pearl earrings and a single row of (imitation) pearls for
my neck and a little gold chain for my wrist. She helped me to dress and
then we stood in front of the mirror to admire the effect, the fitted
jacket emphasized my slim waist and the tight trousers showed off my bottom
to maximum effect. Proper but so very sexy!

She then turned me around to hold me at arm's length and admire her
handiwork, she was clearly impressed and said that I looked just like a 14
year old little girl and then moved closer to wipe off a little excess
gloss with her finger. I was overcome by her smell and her closeness and
lifted my head to look her in the eyes and she gently bent to kiss me on
the lips.

That brief kiss of affection seemed to linger and it changed my life
forever. Just a year previously I had thought kissing to be gross and then
I had received man kisses that were bristly, demanding, usually with a
tongue invading my mouth without quarter and an erect penis demanding
entrance to my body. My kisses in return were an acknowledgement of
surrender and were preceding being invaded, filled and bred. This was
totally unlike the kiss from Deidre which was tentative, soft and
exploring, uncertain of the way forward and my kiss in return was the same,
her tongue hovered on my lips as if seeking direction and I opened my mouth
to receive her gentle probing. I was now being held close to her with both
her hands cupping my chin and I had my arms around her waist and felt her
soft body. I did not know how to react, nor did she. My little Dickie
however had no such doubts as it rose firmly and was pushing against the
tight trousers and her leg. I was breathless and horny but I did not know
the way forward. I returned the kiss gently probing and exploring and then
Deidre broke off the kiss and moved back to arm's length, but she was
flushed and red in her cheeks and clearly in as much confusion as I was.
She said Oh my dear! That was so strange and so very exciting, you look
like a girl, you kiss sensitively like a young girl but you are very much a
boy underneath those girlie clothes.

Did I know that her rascal fiancée Clive had been wanting to get both of
us into his bed? I did not but it now made sense. Deidre said that she had
been planning to let us boys have fun together that night and she was quite
happy to sleep in Annabelle's room. How did I feel about things?

In the space of one day Deidre had become my very best friend and we shared
the love of Clive and I now, somehow, found her sexual exciting. I had
never been with a girl before and I had never really been attracted to one
either. I suppose I stammered and mumbled and said that I would really like
to go to bed with her and Clive but I did not know how to please her as I
had never been with a girl before. She smiled and hugged me and said that
it was just like me wanting to please other people before myself, I really
was very girly in my instincts and I had such a kind heart. She asked me if
I would like her to help me understand how to please a woman and could she
be my very first as she would really consider that a great honour? I was
not sure as I had such a small package and I was not sure that I could
please a woman with my dickette. She told me not to worry about that at all
and if I was agreeable she would see what she could do to help. No decision
required on my part, the train was set in motion.

With that we collected our senses, Deidre slipped on a long black dress and
a double row of pearls and a pair of high heels and we then walked
downstairs, arm in arm and dressed in somewhat similar clothing. Clive was
waiting at the bottom of the stairs with a whisky in his hand and watched
open mouthed as we descended, he was quite lost for words. When he did
speak he said that he was the luckiest man in the world, I thought he was
too! He told Deidre that she had turned me into a very sexy and elegant
young lady, what did Julie think? I felt very feminine, I felt loved and I
felt so very sexy and I turned around to let him see my tight fitting
trousers and showed off a little I guess. Deidre laughed and said that I
had all the makings of a little harlot. Clive slipped his arm around
Deidre's waist while I was showing off and told her how much he loved her
and she positively glowed.  Whilst we had been upstairs Clive had prepared
a cold plate for dinner. There were plenty of beautiful cold meats, cheese,
salad, grapes and soft, fresh chunky bread with butter from their farm up
the valley. There was both red and white wine although they suggested that
I only took a little glass just to appreciate the taste. This was the first
time that I had ever had wine and they were very solicitous that I only
took a small amount. Still I felt slightly affected by the wine it as it
was actually the very first time I had experienced alcohol - even if it was
a very small amount.  There were just the three of us in the house as the
help was only part time and they had all finished for the day. We were
eating in the large kitchen which was warm and cosy with an open wood
fire. The meal was simple but beautiful and Deidre helped me in a very
supportive way on my table manners and I watched them both carefully to
make sure that I ate delicately. During dinner Deidre asked Clive if he
would like me to do a little fashion parade of my new clothes after dinner,
naturally the randy dog thought that this was a splendid idea!

After dinner Deidre told Clive to read a book and wait for us as she led me
by the hand upstairs to Annabelle's bedroom, I noticed that Clive was
attentively watching our bottoms as we climbed the stairs.

When we entered the bedroom Deidre suggested that we start slowly with a
simple little cotton dress and cotton knickers and pumps so that we could
then progressively excite Clive, I was not sure as I would personally have
been happy to proceed straight to sexy underwear but I thought that she
probably knew best. She helped me to undress to my panties and bra and then
pulled down my panties to replace them with the plain cotton pair, needless
to say my dickette was at full attention during this exchange. Deidre
laughed when she saw it and flicked it gently with her finger tip and said
that she would get more comfortable herself. She slipped off her black
dress and took off her bra, I was open mouthed as I had never seen a
woman's breasts before and certainly none like Deidre. She looked me in the
eyes laughed and asked if I wanted to see her without clothes on and I
nodded dumbly and watched her step out of her pretty white panties. She was
truly a vision, unfashionably tall and slim with small pointed breasts,
white skin with puffy pink nipples, a high slim waist and golden blonde
hairs around her girlie bits. She pirouetted so that I could see her back
and bottom, her body was so different from mine, not just for the obvious
reasons, but her bottom was longer and not so much of a bubble as mine, her
sparse blonde hairs ran up from her bottom towards her waist and they
glistened in the light of the setting sun, her long blonde hair was half
the length of her back and truly she was the most beautiful creature I had
ever seen. As she looked over her shoulder into my eyes she could plainly
see the effect that she was having on me and she was clearly enjoying my
attention and adoration.

Deidre turned around to face me and asked me if I knew the difference
between men and women, beyond the obvious that was! I shook my head and she
said told me that I was very much like a girl in many respects. She sat me
on the bed next to her and put her arm lovingly around my shoulders and
spoke to me in a quiet voice. I have to say that I had trouble
concentrating as she was totally naked and my attention was somewhat
divided, her beautiful breasts were just inches from my face and her
womanly smell was intoxicating, I defy anyone to fully listen in those
circumstances!

Anyway what Deidre told me was that men were really very simple, they liked
to bury their penis and plant their seed as deeply as they could in any
receptacle, that they are simple souls, not particularly sensitive or take
the trouble to properly prepare their women for lovemaking. On the other
hand she said women needed non sexual caresses, affection, massages, sweet
talk to give their heart before they gave their body. She said that if I
understood that essential difference that I could become a very desirable,
sensitive lover even though I did not have a big package. She suggested
that size was not the issue but rather how the man stimulated the girl in
preparation and then when he was breeding her and that the stimulation of a
woman's clitoris was what was the most important. Actually I did not know
what a clitoris was and I suppose I looked stupid because she asked me
directly if I knew what it was and I had to shake my head, I had never
received sex education and all I knew was the silly comments from teenage
boys.

Deidre cuddled me closer and said not to worry she would show me and she
stood up in front of me and parted the lips of her girl sex so that I could
see what she meant and I was fascinated, almost forgetting my little
stiffie. She pointed out the clitoris and her love hole and said that it
required a more gentle stimulation than a man and that it was usually much
harder for a woman to climax than a man. She said that even if she did not
climax every time that she and Clive made love, she still felt good by
pleasing him, I knew exactly what she meant, as that was usually the case
when I was being bred by Clive. I had only ever once had a climax while I
was actually being bred, although I did not mention that to her. She
explained this all in a very non sexual and educational way but my stiffie
remained- it was now becoming almost a permanent feature when Deidre was
around.

Meanwhile Clive was becoming impatient and shouted upstairs to ask about
the delay and we giggled and finished dressing. Deidre just threw on a
white satin dressing gown and wore just her sexy white panties underneath
with no bra. I was now dressed like a demure little girl going for a day
out in the country. It was the sort of outfit that a girl could wear for
everyday use. When we walked down the stairs, Clive again expressed his
appreciation but wondered out loud what we had been doing and why was
Deidre just in her night wear, but neither of us answered him and just
smiled. After parading in front of him Deidre held out her hand for mine
and we walked back up the stairs hand in hand. As we were on the first step
Clive asked us to wait and walked up to us and kissed us both on the mouth,
one after the other and asked us to hurry back. I guess we both felt his
hardness and smiled to one another before climbing the stairs. I was now
getting to be as eager as Clive but trying not to let it show.

This time it definitely took a turn for th better in my view, Deidre
selected a really beautiful silky red corsellete that emphasized my slim
build and bottom and she said that as we were shortly going to bed that I
could afford to be a little slutty and wear a garter belt and black silk
stockings, this was something new for me but I loved the look and the feel
of the stockings and I could not wait to see the effect on Clive. Deidre
herself slipped off her dressing gown and put on a pretty blue baby doll
nightie with matching panties.  When we came down the stairs Clive was
virtually panting like a dog as we wiggled provocatively in front of him,
we were both giggling.

Deidre stopped in front of Clive and was holding my hand, Clive was in his
dressing gown and his excitement was poking out the front for us both to
see. Deidre, proper, English rose Deidre suddenly surprised me as she
pulled one shoulder of her night dress and looked under her eyelashes to
Clive and drawled in an American accent that was straight from Gone with
the Wind.  So big boy I hear you think you are man enough to meet the needs
of both me and my little sister here Huh? I'd say you aren't even man
enough to service my little sister and certainly not me What do you have to
say about that? I was absolutely stunned when she turned to faced him with
her legs spread apart and her hands on her hips. Clive smiled and dropped
into what was clearly an established role play between them.  Well little
missy I'll a show you and your little sister a jolly good roggering that
will leave you both a sore and wishin' that you had not tangled with this
here Southern Gentleman.

By now I understood the game and was giggling out loud, Deidre gave me a
sly wink and a smile and Clive with an artificial frown on his face said
that he would take me first and have his evil way with me and then it would
be the turn of that harlot Deidre. Picking me up with no apparent effort he
threw me over his shoulder, slapped my bottom, quite hard and carried me up
the stairs. By this time I was enjoying the game and shrieking no please
Sir, please don't ravage me I am just a young girl and I cannot take
it... This was a great game and we were all enjoying it.  Striding up the
stairs with me over his shoulder, shrieking for mercy, Deidre followed
behind pleading for mercy for her poor little sister who was still a
virgin!

When we reached their bedroom he threw me on the bed and threw off his
dressing gown, but oh my goodness but his penis was certainly enjoying this
- glistening, rampant and standing straight up towards his belly button it
looked both dangerous and delicious and my legs felt quite weak at the
sight. Deidre was still protesting but without any volume and we all knew
what was likely to happen next and we were all looking forward to it. Clive
still in the Southern gentleman mode said that before he gave us the
benefit of breeding us with his rampant manhood that I should first pay
homage to it. I needed no second invitation to drop to my knees in front of
him to hold it, lick it and take it into my warm receptive mouth.  When I
looked up he was kissing Deidre and they both turned to look into my eyes
to smile tenderly at the vision of his pretty young boy/girl pleasuring
Clive's large penis. Deidre reached out to stroke my head but I caught her
hand and pulled her gently down beside me to jointly worship the man pole
of Clive. I pointed it in her direction and she too took it into her
mouth. Clive must have imagined he had gone to heaven, his little girlie
boy and his beautiful fiancée taking it in turns to pleasure his
penis. But as Deidre had predicted he needed it deep inside one of us and
Deidre said gently that she would like to see me pleasure Clive first and I
was pleased that she let me go first as I had developed an internal itch
that could only be scratched by Clive's large man pole.

Pulling my panties off he laid me on the bed gain and reversed so that I
could continue to suck on his penis while he loosened up my bottie for his
invasion. Deidre was watching this with curiosity but I noticed that she
had her hand between her legs while she was watching us. Because we had
changed positions I could now lie on top of him and better take his length
into my mouth, I knew I was good at this and soon I was managing to take
his full length down to his pubic hairs. Deidre was watching in amazement
and whispered in a soft voice that she had never been able to do that. But
before things went too far I was loosened up, lubricant applied, turned on
my hands and knees and Clive was pushing at the entrance. I pushed out and
he entered virtually in one stroke to his fill length and I let out a
groan, Deidre was immediately at my side asking if I was OK and all I could
do was nod while I became accustomed to his length, his girth and his
unbelievable hardness.  Clive started his drive into me, thrusting and
pumping and I found myself squeaking as he bottomed out and his balls
slapped against me. He was so dominant, pulling me towards him with his
hands around my waist and filling me entirely. I was now entirely concerned
with my own feelings of pleasure and scarcely noticed Deidre watching her
man's penetrating strokes into me. I was now groaning and grunting in
pleasure and wanting Clive to climax but he was determined to take his time
and use me in every way possible. Soon he turned me over so that he was on
his back and he was offering his penis for me to climb upon, I was well
loosened by this stage and I lowered myself easily onto him and as I did so
I knew this was going to be a special experience. His penis hit my special
spot and I knew that I was likely to come within a couple off strokes, I
was desperately trying to avoid coming but I could not help myself as he
continued to ram up inside of me. I squealed as I came and my semen
splashed on his stomach, not a lot but more than I had ever produced
before. Stars were in my eyes and the experience was exquisite. But I now
wanted Clive to climax as I was starting to become a little sore and he
still showed no sign of coming, he was insatiable that evening and indeed
he had given me a royal roggering and I wanted him to stop before he hurt
me. Deidre, my friend and saviour saw the point of pain and jumped in, back
into the playacting mode.

"OK big boy so you have managed to pleasure mah little sister but now let's
see what you can do with a real woman"
 With that she helped me off his still rampant penis, quickly slipped a
condom over his length and lowered herself onto Clive in my stead. She was
clearly ready for breeding as I could hear from the sloshing sounds as he
drove into her, soon she was grunting in pleasure too and Clive was
grinning from ear to ear. I was watching with fascination as he plunged in
and out of her womanhood.  They were both having a great time and then he
rolled her over onto her back, placed her legs over his shoulders and
pumped her vigorously from the front. Then he turned her onto her hands and
knees and was doing her again and I thought it would never stop. Turning
her again onto her back he slid back in, by now he was sweating but his
strokes were getting quicker and Deidre was moaning and groaning and
suddenly he stiffened and shook as he climaxed and thrust to the hilt as he
emptied his semen into the condom. Deidre was trying to catch her breath as
Clive rolled off, his penis now deflating and the condom looking well
used. It was my role to clean up my master and I rolled off the now full
condom and looked at his wet beautiful but deflated penis and I lowered my
head to suck off the remaining semen, it was the first time I had done this
after a condom and I was not particularly happy with the rubber flavor but
he was now clean. I finally wiped him with a wet flannel as he lay there
looking at us both. Deidre was looking at me in wonder as I took care of
Clive but I felt guilty and wanted to care for her too, moving over between
her legs I licked tentatively at her womanhood and she said softly that I
did not have to do that, but I wanted to and ignored her hand as she tried
to push me away, I just said PLEASE and caressed her with my tongue to
clean up the moisture and explore the folds of her womanhood. Although she
was protesting I could feel that she was enjoying my tongue and tried to
remember what she had told me about being gentle. Clive was watching me
with fascination and laid his hand gently on my back in encouragement and
called me a beautiful and attentive little girl.

I parted the folds of her pussy with my thumbs and tried to bring her to a
climax but alas without success on that occasion and soon she pulled me up
to lie between them both. They were talking between themselves and had
clearly enjoyed my participation but alas I must have fallen asleep.  When
I woke in the early morning, first light was just coming in the bedroom
windows, I could hear Clive breathing deeply and I could feel his man bits
snuggled into my bottom. Sometime during the night I must have moved my
hand under Deidre's nightdress as I was cupping her beautiful breast and my
dickette was snuggled between the cheeks of her bum. She was breathing
lightly but was still asleep I think. I could not resist caressing her
rosebud nipples and my dickette stated to stir at this new experience, she
was just so beautiful and in my eyes she was perfect in every way. Moving
my hand down from her breast I felt the soft furry down of her womanhood
and she sighed as my finger traced her gently, I suspected that she was no
longer asleep but she was not offering any resistance to my exploration,
indeed I am sure that she slightly opened her legs to grant me better
access and the pattern of her breathing had changed. Gaining confidence I
ever so gently pressed on her clitoris with a light circling motion and I
was now sure that she was awake and receptive to my advances. I so wanted
to pleasure her but I was still unsure how. However Deidre seemed to have
ideas of pleasuring me as, putting aside any pretence at sleep, she reached
behind herself to fondle my now rigid dickette. She then raised one leg
slightly and pressed herself back towards me to insert my dickette into her
warm wet pussy. I might not have been the best endowed but it still felt
damned good!  I started to gently hump her and massage her clitoris at the
same time. This was the very first time I had bred anyone and it was a
grown woman, it probably was not very satisfying for her but Deidre was my
very first and I loved her dearly for this. As I was gently humping her I
was hoping not to disturb Clive but I became increasingly aware of a
growing penis in my back and a change in breathing pattern that told me
that Clive was now awake and fully aware that I was breeding his
fiancée.

His deep voice whispered in my ear not to worry about him but just to go
for it and enjoy. I suspected by the size of his erection that my bottom
would pay for it later but that seemed like the least of my concerns at the
time. Deidre was also now aware that Clive was awake and she rolled over
onto her back and then rolled me on top of her and lifted up her legs to
give me a greater depth of penetration. I tried to remember what she had
told me about position and the clitoris and I did my best to please her but
all too soon I was splashing inside of her and she was gripping me with her
legs telling me what a beautiful little boy I was and how she was so
pleased to be my first girl. As I weakened and dropped out of her my little
load of semen ran out. Clive had been lying quietly watching all of this
was a great smile on his face and he congratulated me on my first breeding
of a filly and said to now be a good girl and clean her up so that he could
give her a real service. Deidre told him not to be so crude but she did
open her legs to allow me access, I did not need asking twice and sucked
and licked and cleaned her thoroughly. I think I was doing something right
as her hips were thrusting towards my mouth and she was guiding the
pressure of my mouth against her. However Clive now wanted a share of the
action, he thanked me for my good work, slipped on a condom and climbed on
top of her and proceeded to mount her lustily. I loved watching them making
love as it was so exciting and made me horney again, even though I had just
climaxed.  They kissed and they humped and we would exchange loving glances
and I would caress one of them. Eventually Clive climaxed again with a deep
groan and told me to clean Deidre up again. Deidre was breathing rapidly
but did not seem to have climaxed yet and I was hoping that I might be able
to finish her off. I assumed my position between her legs and she made no
effort to stop me, indeed she was happy for me to carry on where we left
off, opening her legs a little wider guiding my head as I flitted my tongue
around her. Suddenly I knew I was hitting the spot as she jumped and
squirmed and I re-doubled my efforts without pressing too hard and bingo!
She was bucking and pressing my head harder and squealing and
climaxing. But it was not one climax it seemed to be a whole series until
she said to stop as she was simply too sensitive to being touched there. I
was very reluctant to stop but she pulled me up and held me tightly in her
arms. I was so happy that I had found a way to please her, albeit with
significant help from Clive, but I knew that I would improve if she would
allow me to do so. Clive with his great friendly grin slipped back into the
role of the previous evening and told me that it would be pistols at dawn
for a messin with his honey!

We lay there in bed for around one hour as the sun came up, just cuddling
and I was probably a bore telling them how much I had enjoyed our night
together and how much I loved them both. Deidre said that she would get up
and start breakfast and I cuddled into Clive's shoulder with my hand on his
broad chest and I could not have been more contented. Clive's big hand was
cusping most of my bottie and he would give it the odd affectionate
squeeze. I feel asleep and I only woke up when Clive told me to get cleaned
up and dressed as breakfast was nearly ready. What a glorious night that
had been and I had learned a bit more about the anatomy of women, a far
better education than sex lessons at school I reckon.

When I went to my bedroom to get cleaned up I saw that Deidre had laid out
a pair of used jodphurs and a flannel shirt and thick white jumper as it
looked quite chilly outside. The jodphurs fitted me surprisingly well and
there was a pair of scuffed riding boots, obviously all belonging to
Clive's sister Annabelle. When I was dressed I thought I looked quite like
a well to do young country gentleman and the jodphurs flattered my slim
figure. When I got downstairs Clive and Deidre were already at the table
and there was a glorious smell of eggs and bacon and I suddenly realized
how hungry I was. Deidre loaded my plate and gave my arm a squeeze and
kissed my cheek and said that a young stud like me needed to keep his
strength up! Clive looked on with a smile of utter contentment, obviously
happy that things had gone so well for him. Clive and Deidre had decided
that they would take a couple of the horses and go for a ride across the
fells, they were already dressed in their riding gear but they had
organized Sean from the farm who would come down for the morning and give
me some riding lessons on Annabelle's pretty Arab mare as they assured me
that every young gentleman should be able to ride!

After breakfast I used the toilet and cleaned up and I went with them to
the stables. They prepared the horses and showed me how to put on the
halter and saddle and then they rode off at an easy gait, leaving me alone
but assuring me that they would be back in a couple of hours. I explored
around the house for a while and then Sean arrived on his motorcycle. Sean
was an Irish labourer at the farm up the valley but he was very good with
horses apparently and he introduced himself to me. Clive had told him that
I was the son of his cleaning lady in town and that they were looking after
me for a couple of days, that explained my very working class, north
country accent. Sean would have been in his forties I suppose, a thick set
fellow with thinning hair and a heavy stubble. He seemed a bit surly I
thought, perhaps he had been wanting the day off although I know that Clive
had offered him double time to come and instruct me.

Sean had the mare on a long lead and he showed me how to hold the reins and
to be gentle with them as the mare was light in the mouth and only needed a
gentle touch. I should definitely not yank but guide with my legs and a
very light touch of rein, he was a good teacher and I soon started to gain
confidence -but we had only been walking to this point. He had double
emphasized that I should keep the ball of my foot pressing on the stirrups,
grip with my thighs and keep those bloody heels down! As soon as we started
to trot I forgot it all and I felt like a sack of potatoes bouncing around
on the back of the patient filly. So with a certain amount of admonishment
we tried it again and again until I started to feel at least half
comfortable - but it was much harder than I had expected!

Eventually Sean uncoupled the leading rein and I walked and trotted around
the arena at least managing to stay on the pony if not being entirely
elegant in the process. I suppose that for the best part of 2 hours I
walked or trotted around the yard and Sean was trying to get me to use my
thighs more. After 2 hours I had discovered muscles I never knew that I had
and my thighs were quite sore. When Clive and Deidre came cantering into
the yard I suddenly realized how they made the difficult seem easy as they
were both accomplished riders and had great seats. They both looked
superbly fit, healthy and in the prime of their lives and somehow I was
sharing those lives.

We hosed the horses and the pony, rubbed them down and put them back into
the stables. It had been a new experience for me and was part of my ongoing
education by the Squire and his Lady.As we headed back to the house more
was to come.

...to be continued