Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2011 14:22:59 +0000
From: Richard Howells <richardhowells9@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Chambermaid at Uptown Abbey

I was born in December 1940 with blond hair and blue eyes. My father was a
Swedish arms sales representative for Bofors 40mm anti-aircraft guns. My
mother had been the chambermaid in Uptown Abbey, when he had been visiting
the owner, to sell him a licence to manufacture the guns. He managed to
seduce my mother one morning when he was feeling randy. He was her first
lover, and I was born nine months later. My mother stayed at Uptown Abbey
until 1943 when she left to become a barmaid in the local inn, as the trade
had picked up with the coming into the war, of the Americans. She later
married a GI and went to America at the end of the War. So I was brought up
by my grandmother, who was a widow, whose husband had died in WW1.

         I was a weak and a delicate child. We never had a lot of food to
eat, as we were so poor. The only clothes we had, were my mother's old
school girl outfits so I entered school dressed as a girl. I was not a
tom-boy and played with the girls. When I was 13, boys became interested in
me. One boy walked home with me and we stopped on a grassy bank. He wanted
to put his hands up my skirt but I offered to play with his cock
instead. So he opened up his fly buttons and pulled out his prick.  I had
to hold it and move his foreskin back and forth, until he shot spunk out of
the end. I didn't feel excited myself though, merely interested.

Another day, I walked with a pretty girl called Lindsey into a field and
she wanted to see why I was so flat-chested when she had nice tits. She
opened her blouse and I saw her cone shape breasts with a big nipples
sticking out. I put my hand out and rubbed it gently.

"Get off you" she said, "You're not a boy."

"Oh but I am", and I lifted my skirt up and pulled my knickers down.

"Here put your hand on this." She put her hand out and gently touched my
cock. She grasped it a bit more tightly and moved the foreskin up and down.

"Is this what they call wanking? The other girls told me about it and have
done it to their boyfriends."

"Yes it must be because I've never felt this good before, please don't
stop."

She carried in until I cried out with pleasure and gave a small spurt of
spunk into her hand. She then said that she was excited and could I please
rub her between her legs, so I put my hand inside her knickers and rubbed
her slit. It was already slippery, and soon she gave a little moan as she
came. After that day we often walked home together and rubbed each other
nicely.

I left school at 14; my Gran died and I could not pay the rent, so I had to
leave our lovely thatched cottage. I was not strong enough to work as a
farm hand, the main occupation of the village men, so I went to live and
work in the big house. The cook knew who my mother was, and she felt
responsible for me.

I became the Chambermaid, because my hair was down to my shoulders, and I
looked like a girl. I also didn't have the build of a farm boy. There
wasn't a barber in my village so I had just cut my hair with my granny's
scissors.  I had brought my mum's old outfit with me which was the
traditional a black skirt and a white apron. Underneath, I was meant to
wear long drawers but I didn't, as they felt horrible, but I had to wear a
stupid white cap which hid my hair. It was big house having six bedrooms on
the first floor, then more above for the servants. My duties were to get up
at 6 am, clean the grates of ash and lay new fires in the winter, light the
Aga stove, serve breakfast to the family, then empty the chamber pots and
make the beds after the family had come downstairs.

 The owner of Uptown Abbey was a Baron, and was called Lord Francis
Cracknell. His wife was Lady Claudette. His grandfather had bought it and
the entire village from a Marquis whose only son had died in WW1 at the
Battle of Loos. They said he bought his title from Lloyd George. He had
made his money in arms manufacturer business. His son taken over in 1930
and had expanded the business to make Domestic Appliances. During the
Second World War the factory had reverted back to making small arms and
ammunition for the war effort. His son, who had been a reservist, joined up
and was appointed as a Major. He was appointed as the Liaison Officer to
General de Gaulle, because he had studied Modern languages at Cambridge. He
met and married the daughter of the French Liaison Officer, Claudette.

After the War, the factory restarted but grandfather sold the business to a
large Appliance company, and retired but he then died in 1949. The present
Lord Cracknell joined the War Office and he and his family, lived in the
family's large house on Cadogan Square in London at first.

Uptown Abbey had to be modernised from its Victorian state. This took four
years – the electrical wiring, the roof, the bathrooms, the curtains,
central heating, everything. Only the outside remained the same. The basic
staff had remained to clean up after the builders.

When it was ready for habitation Lady Cracknell became responsible for the
housekeeping – the accounts, payment of staff and suppliers and under
her there was a cook, an assistant cook, a house maid and a
chambermaid. Two cleaners came in five days a week. The butler, a stable
boy, the chauffeur, the footmen and the ladies' maids had all gone. The
cook's husband was the Head Gardner who worked the large walled kitchen
garden with another man from the village. Vegetables and fruit from there
supplied all the needs of the house and the rest were sold to the village
shop. The parkland that had been landscaped but had been converted into
farmland during WW1 and a farm with stable had been built. There was a
large lawn in front of the house either side of the hundred yard long
driveway.

The Cracknell family consisted of two children, a boy of 17 Jonathan,
another boy aged 15 called William, and a girl called Elizabeth aged
13. All of them went to Beadles, a mixed boarding school. They came home
for the summer at the beginning of July. I had been working there for two
months when that happened. Usually I served his lordship and lady their
breakfast and then went upstairs and emptied their chamber pots and made
the beds, but after the first morning, when the two children didn't come
down by nine o'clock, I was told to go up and draw their curtains to wake
them up each day.

 The first morning, when I went into the bedrooms at half past eight, I
surprised the young girl as she pissed into the chamber pot. She looked up
at me, and smiling carried on pissing. She had her nightie pulled up and I
could see her white thighs in the morning sun. I smiled and stood back,
respectively. I felt a `stirring in my loins` as the bible says. She stood
up and asked me to pass her the cloth from the basin stand to wipe herself
with, which I did.

I went into the boy's room, and he too was filling his potty.  He looked up
and also smiled at me. Without being told, I crossed the room and picked up
the cloth and passed it to him.

"Would you like to give it a stroke?" he asked while wiping his cock.

I don't think he realised I was a boy, so I replied "Yes"

 I took hold of it and stroked the foreskin gently up and down. It became
stiff in my hand. I knew what he wanted.

"Have you ever done this before?"

"No "I said shyly, pretending to be innocent.

I moved my hand up and down and bit faster; he groaned and moved his hips
forward.

"Ahhhhh ... that's lovely.... don't stop...... faster.....faster... yes
... I'm cuming!"

I pushed back on hard on his foreskin, then I let go. His cock jerked
upwards and spunk shot up in the air, falling partly onto the carpet and
into the potty.

"That was great. Thank you. What's your name?"

"I'm called Jewels. I'm the new chambermaid."

"That's a funny name?"

"My mother called me her little jewel, but my granny can't read and that
what the teachers said my name should be."

From then onwards they always welcomed me into their rooms. When I went
into Lizzy's room the next day she was again was squatting over her potty
and pissing a stream into it. When she had stopped, I went to pass her the
flannel, but instead of letting go, I asked her if I could rub it for her,
she answered yes and stood up. I gently moved the cloth back and forward,
smiling into her face as I did it. I then turned around to put it back on
its hook and as I did so I sniffed at the cloth. It smelt interesting.

The next morning, when I went into Lizzy's room, she was leaning back on
her bed and was rubbing her cunt.

"Would you do this for me please, Jewels? I enjoyed it when you did it to
me yesterday." So I moved my hand gently in her slit and I felt it getting
moist. Then I felt a little knob at the top.

"That's the place rub there".

So I did; her cunt became was wet and slippery, my finger went into her
hole, first one then two, then three.

"Oh that feels so good... my girl friends at school don't do it as well as
you do."

I felt the need to do more, so I dropped to my knees and pushed my face up
between her legs. I licked her slit from the bottom to the top.

"Lick my special place, at the top of my quim, OOOO that's so good..."

I carried on, Lizzy started to move her hips back and forward against my
face in a fucking motion. She held me tight and gave out a cry as she
grabbed my head and pulled my head into her crotch. I licked even harder
and then suddenly she gave a cry and a load of fluid came out of her cunt
and I just had to drink it down.

Lizzy was gasping for breath and then when she had calmed a bit, she said
"I'm sorry about that; it's the first time I have had an orgasm"

It was Saturday the next day, and the family got up all together. Later I
was told to help Lizzy as she was going to ride her pony which was stabled
at the farm. I was expected to help Lizzy get into her jodhpurs. When I
went into her bedroom she was just wearing her vest and underpants.

"Let's try to draw on my jodhpurs. I've grown since I last had them on."

It was a struggle, I was pulling and pushing and so was Lizzy.

"Try them on without your underpants on" I said.

Lizzy had to sit down and I pulled them off like a glove. Underneath were
white knickers. I hadn't seen white ones before, I had only worn thick blue
school ones. She stood up and I went onto my knees and reached up and
gently pulled them down. I was now facing her cunt. It was beautiful.
Lizzy ignored my worshipping face and pushed me aside and grabbed her
jodhpurs and pulled them on, wiggling her bum to get them all the way on.

"I wonder if I can bend now" and she bent her knees – there was a
ripping sound and her jodhpurs split right up the bum.

"Ohno! I can't wear them now; I'll be showing my bum to the world".

She turned round and bent her knees so pointing her arse at me.

 I looked and indeed, I could see her neat brown, wrinkled arsehole.

"I'll have to my new jeans".

She sat down on the floor so I could pull her jodhpurs off. I grabbed the
bottoms and pulled hard. My prick under my skirt was so hard, from me
staring at her cunt, that I hoped she would not see it bulge out under the
apron, but she was too busy putting her jeans on to bother with looking at
me. She had to wiggle her hips to get those on, in a most sexy way.

The next morning, when I went then into Lizzy's room, she had already
opened the curtains and had finished using the potty. So I lifted it up to
empty it into the lavatory.

"While you're there, pick up the jar of cold cream for me please."

I did, and came back with the pot in one hand and the jar in the other.

"Would you rub it on my thighs and bum please, I'm sore after riding
again,"

She lifted her nightie and bent over the bed. I dug my fingers into the
cold cream and applied it to the back of her thighs. Her bum was red as
well and I gently rubbed that too. As I rubbed her cheeks, her crack opened
up and I could see her brown wrinkled arsehole and a bit further down her
quim. I became excited and started to breath quickly and I felt hot. I put
some more cream on my fingers; with my left hand I rubbed the cheeks of her
round red bum and with my right hand I wanked my prick under my skirt until
it was stiff. Lizzy's legs were apart so I stood in between them and moved
down until I could push my cock into her arse hole. It slipped in easily.

Lizzy gasped and then said "Play with my quim please", so I slipped my hand
under her and rubbed her tight slit. I was shaking with desire, then I
shoved extra hard and shot my load inside her bum. I fell on top of Lizzy
and gasped for breath. I felt her cum on my hand.

 "Ohh, that's was nice... it was wonderful... Oh, you're a boy !!!"

"Yes, I'm sorry I was overcome with lust."

"Why are you dressed as a maid?"

"Well my Gran died and I had to leave the cottage; I had nowhere to live,
so I came her wearing my mum's maid outfit. Don't tell anyone I'm a boy or
I'll lose my job and living."

At that moment Jonnie came into the room.  "What's happening here then?"

"Jewels is a boy! He's just made love to me!"

"Well I be damned, he looks so like a girl."

My cap had come off in our excitement, and my long hair hung around my
shoulders.

"Come here, let's do make your hair tidy, I'll brush it."

I sat down on her stool before her dressing table and looked in the mirror
as he brushed and sorted my hair out. It was long and straggly.

"When did you last have it cut?"

"My Gran used to cut it with her kitchen scissors. She had only a small
mirror in her room – I've never seen myself before."

Lizzy sat down beside me. "We look alike now I've brushed your hair to look
tidy."

"Yes we do. We're both blond and have blue eyes."

"Let's go and tell Mummy".

She took my hand and we ran into her Ladyship's bedroom. She was sitting at
her dressing table, putting on makeup. She turned round when we came in and
smiled.

"What you want, darling?"

"Don't we look alike Mummy?"

She looked hard at us both and stood up. "Oh yes, you two could be
sisters!"

"But Jewels is a boy, Mummy, look" and she pulled up my dress to reveal my
limp cock.

"Why, so he is! I knew his mother had a baby but I didn't know whether it
was a boy or a girl. You do look alike. Perhaps now is the time to tell you
something I have kept to myself all these years. Like Jewels' mother, I was
seduced by the Swedish Bofors gun merchant. Your father knows about it, and
has forgiven me as he has made so much money from the manufacturer of the
anti-aircraft guns.  So Jewels is your half brother. We must now put him
into boy's clothes. We shall call him Julian for now on, and I shall tell
the other staff that he is a Footman."

"Jonnie, take your new brother to your bedroom and give him those clothes
we put away as they were too small for you."

So I was dressed in a good pair of grey flannels, a clean white shirt and
underpants, socks and proper shoes. I felt all different and
uncomfortable. Then the Lady sat me down and cut my hair for me.

"A long time ago, during the War, I cut men and women's hair. Now sit still
as I make you look like a nice clean boy. When did you last have a bath and
wash your hair?"

"We never had a bath, Granny and me, we used to wash outside in the tub
every morning; we had to break broke the ice in the winter before heating
the water."

"I suppose you didn't have a lavatory either?"

"We had a wooden shed which we moved around the garden, close to the house
in the winter, down the bottom in the summer, and we used old newspaper to
wipe our bums."

She laughed. "Well you can go and run a bath right now, I'll come and help
you wash."

So for the first time in my life I was immersed in water, apart from the
time I was pushed into the stream. Her ladyship dipped my head under the
water, then rubbed soap all over it and then dipped it again. She made me
stand up and scrubbed my body, all over with soap on the flannel, including
my prick. It started to get stiff, and her ladyship gently caught hold of
it and pulled the foreskin back and forward until I felt a wonderful
feeling and my prick went soft.

"Oh, you've just had an organism. That was nice, wasn't it." She said and
smiled.

"Yes ma'am, I had seen spunk come out of your son's cock and it tastes a
bit salty."

"You've been sucking my boy's cock?"

"Yes ma'am, and he's pushed his cock up my bum."

"Have you been having sex with all my children then?"

"Yes."

"Well, I had better have a talk with them all or we might get into
trouble."

We returned to her bedroom and she called the two boys and the girl in.

"Now I must tell you about sex before you get into trouble."

She then took her time and quietly without fuss, explained the facts of
life to us – how babies were made, - about the 28 day menstruation of a
woman and how her egg came down after 14 days – and then it was possible
to have sex without protection after that.

"Now you are all young and must have sex in one form, but you must never
force yourself on anybody, only will participants. You boys must never fuck
your little sister, she must remain a virgin till she is married, but you
can love her and have sex in other ways. Jewels here, is a servant, and you
can use him if you want to, but don't hurt him. Now all go down to
breakfast. Jewels, wait behind for a moment."

When they had all gone downstairs, she patted the bed and told me to sit
down.

"Now my husband is away for a few weeks abroad talking dealing with the
foreign governments, and I want you to keep me company at night in my bed,
but I don't want the other servants to know. When you come upstairs, don't
go to your bedroom but come here and wait for me. I think we had better
change your name to Julian – it's much more manly"

She walked down stairs with me then and introduced me to the Cook, Mrs
Jones, her husband the Head Gardner, and the assistant cook.

"I have hired a footman to replace the Chambermaid as she was inefficient
had dirty habits. His name is Julian"

There was shocked silence as they all looked hard at me. Lady Claudette
smiled and turned on her heel and left them. I was bombarded with
questions, where had I come from, was experience did I have, etc.. I was
unsure whether to tell them of my deception or go along with her joke.  I
just blushed shyly and muttered an answer to leave them guessing.

That night I went up at nine and quietly went into her ladyship's bedroom,
undressed and slipped in the bed. Shortly afterwards, she came up saying
that she had given an excuse and came up early. She undressed leisurely; my
eyes were glued to her tits and to the hair between her thighs; I had seen
nothing as good as that, ever. Without thinking I started to wank my cock
so when she got into bed it was stiff as a stair rod.

"Have you been playing with yourself?"

"Yes ma'am, I couldn't take my eyes off your beautiful tits."

"They're called breasts; don't be common. Now here, gently put your hands
on them and fondle them."

She was lying on her side with the bed clothes below her waist. I gently
moved my hands around each breast and then rubbed my hand over the nipples.

"That's nice, now move down a bit lower and kiss my quim."

I moved downwards and she opened her legs and allowed me to lie in between
them. The bed clothes had come down with me and the bedroom light was still
on so I could see what I had to kiss. It was her slit with hair al around
it.

"We called that a cunt in our school"

"Well, that's as maybe, but decent people call it a quim. Now you push your
tongue out and lick me."

I did as I was told and dutifully pushed my tongue in. I could smell a
pungent smell and the taste was salty. I was very excited and my cock
rubbed itself on the sheets. Her ladyship put her hands onto my head and
moved my mouth up and down her slit.

"Suck my clitoris .... my little knob.!"

I found it with my lips and rubbed it with my tongue; she wiggled about and
held my head tight against her sticky wet twat. I pulled my head back and
took a deep breath then dived in again. Her hips were pushing up against my
face now.

"Oh God.... it's so wonderful ....don't stop....I'm nearly there....  Oh
Yes .....I.Coming I'm Coming.....Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.!"

And she collapsed back onto the bed. I pulled my head back and looked
down. Her cunt was all spread out and glistening with wetness.

Lady Claudette looked back at me and smiled a wild smile; her eyes all
dilated and she was panting out of breath.

"That was wonderful. It was the best orgasm I have ever had. His lordship
never did that to me."

She gabbled on and then put her arms around me and gave me the biggest of
hugs, and then kissed me on the lips, for the first time. From then on I
slept every night with Lady Claudette, but I had to slip out early every
morning and go to help with the breakfast preparation

On Monday morning, I went into their rooms early, as her Ladyship had
asked. When I had drawn the curtains in Jonnie's room, he opened his bed
and swung his legs out. He pulled on his prick and said "Here jack this off
for me. Get your lips round it."

I knelt between his legs and put my hand on his knob and pulled the
foreskin back and then forwards. It rose up before my eyes and I had to
pull it down so I could get the purple bit into my mouth. I moved my tongue
around the head; it felt good. I moved my hand back forward faster. Jonnie
grabbed my head and thrust his prick to the back of my throat; I started to
choke when I felt him spunking and I swallowed what came out.

"That was lovely; your mouth is as good as my fag's!" I said nothing.

Three days later, when I went into his bedroom, he had finished using the
potty and as I picked it up, he ran his hand up my dress and felt my bare
bum.

"Ooh, you've got no knickers on. Lean over the bed and let me see."

Being a dutiful servant, in fear of my job, I lifted up my skirt at the
back and fell onto the bed. Jonnie came over to me and smacked me then
fondled my cheeks.

"Very nice, very nice indeed!"

I looked over my shoulder and he was stroking his cock with his left hand
while he fondled me with his right. I watched as he spat on my arsehole,
and then pushed his fingers into it.

"Now don't worry this won't hurt you."

He didn't give me a chance to say anything but pushed his stiff cock into
my bum hole. I cried out with shock and pain, but he carried on
regardless. At first it felt queer, but after a few stokes I began to enjoy
it and my prick stiffened under me on the bed. He then pushed extra hard
and shuddered; I felt his prick pump his spunk into me. He pulled back and
let me stand up; I pulled my skirt down, I was feeling a bit weak.

"That was good, I enjoyed it."

"Yes, thank you, ......thank you, Master Jonnie," and I staggered out with
the chamber pot. I emptied the pot into their lavatory and then I sat on it
and had a shit myself. I carefully wiped my arse with a sheet of Bronco
afterwards and then pulled the chain.

 Sometimes the boys would be awake when I went in, but if not, I would slid
my hand under William' bedclothes and start to wank him. It quickly became
stiff and he threw back the bedclothes.

"Put your mouth on it, now, boy."

So I did. His prick was the same size as mine,about five inches. I took the
purple head into my mouth and sucked it. It was quite a pleasurable
experience. I put my hand on it as well and moved it up and down. Then he
pushed my mouth right down, so his prick hit the back of my throat and he
spunked down it.

Jonathan was watching and he asked me to do him, so I turned around and did
the same, getting another load of spunk down my throat. My own prick was
hard as rock, so I galloped out of their room and into Lizzy's.  She was
just wiping her crotch when I bounded in. I pushed her back onto the bed
and dropped to my knees and clamped my mouth to her cunt. When I tasted her
juices flowing I stood up and with one shove pushed my prick into her. She
gasped.

"Oh that hard .... you're right up mine pussy.. don't come inside me you'll
make me pregnant!!!"

I was nearly coming; I could see it twitching; so I pulled out and spun her
round and pushed her legs apart. I held my prick in my right hand and
pulled her bum cheeks apart with the other and pushed in. Oh, it was so
tight. I pulled back and pushed again. The spunk came roaring out; I swear
I saw her bum lift as my cock spat out the sperm.

During the day, I did not see the three children. They either stayed
upstairs in the lounge reading or went over to the farm where Lizzy rode
her pony and William and Jonnie drove an old American jeep that they had
found.

One night when Lady Claudette came to bed early and I had to undress as she
watched.

"You have a nice cock; it's not too big and ugly like my husband's. Come
close let me examine it."

So I stood by her and she reached over and started to play with it. She
then leant forwards and took me her mouth. It felt delicious. I could feel
her tongue caress my knob and her hand gently moved up and down it.

"Take your trousers off and come onto the bed. Now put your head down
between my legs and give me access to your cock. This is a position we
French women call soixante-neuf. Now put your head between my legs and lick
me."

I licked her cunt from the top of her slit down and then pushed my tongue
into her vagina.  She moved her lovely wet mouth around and up and down my
cock. It was heaven. We both moved about wriggling. It seemed strange to
lick a cunt upside down with my nose in her arse hole but good. All to soon
I came in her mouth and she came in mine. We both fell onto our backs
panting.

"I haven't done that for a long time."

I was too out of breath to speak.

Another morning, I went into the boy's room at about eight to draw the
curtain the curtains, and the two boys were waiting for me. They had the
bedclothes thrown back and were playing with each other's cocks.

"Pull your trousers down and let's see your penis."

I did so and waved my cock about. Jonathan got out of bed and sat on the
edge of the bed and reached out and put his hand on it and started to wank
it. Then he dropped to his knees and took me in his mouth. It felt good, it
was wet and warm. I began to push and pull out of his hand and mouth, but
suddenly Jonathan stopped and stood up and bent over the bed.

"Here, push it up my bum. I want you to come in my arse."

So I got behind him and held it my hand and pushed towards his arsehole,
but it wouldn't slip in. I had an idea and dropped to my knees and pushed
my head up until I could lick his arse hole. I put some saliva to the front
of my mouth and pushed it onto his wrinkled star. I also spat on my prick
and stood up and pushed it again at his arsehole. This time it slipped in
easily and I continued pushing as far as I could then pulled back and
pushed again. His sphincter was tight against me and felt good I speeded up
and then I convulsed as my spunk came out inside him. William had been
watching us, and I turned to see a load of spunk shoot upwards as he wanked
himself off.

I wiped myself on the piss cloth, pulled on trousers and staggered into
Lizzy's room. She had drawn her own curtains as was now taking a piss into
her potty.

"Where've you been? I've been waiting for you. Now lick my quim to clean me
off"

I dutifully knelt before her and pushed my tongue into her quim. It tasted
salty from the piss but I kept going. She held my head and moved quicker
and quicker, her little knob against my tongue. Back and forward up and
down until she cried in ecstasy. This time some extra fluid came out and I
had to drink it down. My prick was dancing with lust, so I stood up and I
grabbed it and pushed into Lizzy's wet cunt. It was still very tight but it
felt beautiful. It took only a few stabs to gain that wonderful feeling as
my spunk started up its passage in my penis. I had enough sense though to
pull out and push it against her belly and shot a load of spunk there. I
gasped out of breath and collapsed down onto top of her.

"That was beautiful, wonderful, oh so good." She said.

I was so out breath I couldn't speak, but stood up slowly and moved to the
side table and took the piss cloth of the hook and wiped myself and then
wiped Lizzy's wet stomach. I then dressed myself and scooted downstairs to
serve breakfast.

That evening, Lady C announced that she had heard from Lord C and that he
had returned from abroad but had to stay in London for another week before
he came home to Upton Abbey. After that they would all go to France and
stay with her parents.

In bed that night she said "Give me a hug, I do miss my husband but I need
someone to hold me as well as sex." We just cuddled and I went to sleep
with Lady C tight up against my back, while holding my soft prick in her
hand. I crept out of bed early next morning feeling randy, so I went in the
boy's bedroom determined to bugger William this time. I drew the curtain
quietly and sneaked up to his bed and pushed my hand under the bed
clothes. He was already stiff but sleepy.

"Are you going to play with me this morning?"  I didn't reply but pushed my
mouth down onto his semi hard prick. It felt good on my tongue. My hand
moved up and down it and I could feel it become stiff. My own prick was
hard now and I wanted some action myself so I stood up, pulled my trousers
and pants down and stepped out of them.

"Get up out bed I want to bugger you." I said.

He dutifully got out and turned round and pushed his bottom towards me. I
held my prick in my hand and moved towards him.

"What about me?" Jonathan called behind me. I looked back and saw him
getting out of bed.

"You can have my arse at the same time, if you can manage it".

Jonathan dropped his pyjama trousers and came up behind me and pushed me
onto William, forcing me into his arse hole. It was tight and dry and he
gave a cry of pain but I pushed further inwards as Jonathan penetrated
me. It was uncomfortable but I withstood it. I pulled back a bit from
Willy's bum and pushed again. He had tensed up and I couldn't move it, so I
reached around him and began to wank him. His orifice relaxed and I moved
in and out nicely. I began to enjoy the sensation.

"God, you're tight." Said Jonathan and he carried on buggering me.

The sensation couldn't last. It was too nice. With a cry I pushed had and
spurted spunk up Willy's arse and Jonathan did the same to me.

"That was good. I wish we could do it every morning."

"It was a bit bloody painful for me," said William.

"Well I enjoyed it, but now I have to go and wake up Lizzy and then serve
you with breakfast."

I went quickly to Lizzy's room. She was already dressing and said "No
licking me this morning, I smelt of fish all day yesterday after your
fucking! Today I'm going riding again and I want to smell of horse not of
your spunk."

On the Friday afternoon Lord Cracknell returned. He had driven down from
London in his Jaguar. When I served dinner that night, his Lordship said
"Who is this new boy serving us? What has happened to Jewels?"

"This is Julian. His mother had been the Chambermaid here and he thought
that the only way he could get a job and a place to live was to be a
Chambermaid, so he stayed dressed as one but now I have asked him to be our
footman."

"Ok then, serve the soup."

The next morning, the family were all down for breakfast on time except for
Lord Cracknell. I received instructions that I should take him up a cup of
coffee as he was having a lie in. I went into his bedroom and there he was
sitting up waiting for me.

"Thank you, put it on my side table. My wife tells me that you have been
servicing my sons?"

In my innocence, I did not see anything wrong with telling him of my sexual
adventures.

Yes, my Lord, I have been wanking them and letting them fuck my bum."

"Did you enjoy sucking their cocks?"

"Yes it was quite nice."

"Well you can `wank` me then."

He threw back the covers and swung his legs over the side of the double
bed. His prick was revealed sticking out of his pyjamas. I dropped to my
knees and put my hand on it and moved it up and down. When it became stiff
I pushed my mouth down on it. It was big and ugly like Lady C had said and
it filled my mouth, but I felt a thrill.  I carried on for a few minutes,
my prick getting hard down below.

"Right," said Lord C, "let's see your bum. Turn around and lean onto the
bed."

I stood up and turned around and dropped my trousers and pants. I then
watched Lord C pick up a tub of Vaseline from off the side table and he
dipped his finger in it and pushed some into my arsehole. Then he straddled
my legs and holding his prick pushed it slowly in. It felt quite
comfortable because I had been buggered in the last few days. He moved in
and out a few times then reached around and grabbed my prick and wanked
it. He moved faster then, until he gave a big shove causing me to gasp; it
was quite a full feeling like I had a turd pushed back in!  I came as he
did and shot my small load of sperm onto the bed clothes; his sperm was up
my arse.

"Ahhhh.... that's good....that's wonderful....you're so tight....
ohhhhhh."

He pulled out his soft prick and I stood up. He wiped it on his piss cloth
and handed it to me. I used it and wiped my bum hole as well as I could
feel the spunk seep out.  "That was good; I haven't buggered a small boy
for years; not since school; it felt good though."

"Thank you my Lord, it enjoyed it too."

I left him then to drink his coffee.

At the beginning of August His Lordship took his family in their Jaguar to
France where they went with Claudette's parents to the seaside where they
had a house in Sabon on the Atlantic coast. I was told to go and live at
the farm and work as a Labourer. I had a room above the stables to sleep in
and I helped with the harvest on the estate's farm. I also walked behind
the Binder which cut and bound the wheat. I had a stick to chase kill
rabbits as they ran out of the wheat. Great fun.

When they returned at the end of the month, Lady Cracknell told me that I
was no longer wanted in the house and that I would have to remain a Farm
Labourer. I think she was embarrassed about our sexual adventures
together. So I remained apart from them.

 When I turned eighteen, I expected to be called up to the Army, but when
Lord Cracknell looked into it, he discovered that my birth had never been
registered. He arranged that I be given a retrospective Birth certificate,
with Father unknown on it. I served two years in the Transport Regiment
driving large Lorries. When I came out I rented a cottage in the village
and got a job driving a lorry delivering farm produce. I later married
Lindsey my childhood sweetheart and we had three beautiful blond children.