Date: Mon, 12 Apr 1999 15:46:53 PDT
From: mike hollis <bishadow@hotmail.com>
Subject: 1900

WARNING: This story is solely a product of imagination;
it is not a depiction of real life. It involves sexual acts between a
minors and adults.
The author firmly believes such activity should
remain only in the realm of fantasy, and in no way condones such
activity in real life.


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     Let me tell you a little about my self.  I was born in a lucky
year, the year 1900.  My parents were old school wealth and I was
their only child.  They weren't close but I knew they had love for
their son.  I grew up as they say, "with a sliver spoon in my mouth"
Our estate was in upstate new York and was huge.  My mother was sickly
and my father was gone on business most of the time.  I was governed
by a series of nannies for many years and on the whole had a tasteful
existence. By the time I reached 16 I was a handsome athletic lad who
began to notice the legs and figures of the girls and women who were
our servants.  One day my nanny walked in to our library and found one
of the scullery maids, (a pretty girl of 13) in my arms.  We were
kissing to a pretty tune while my eager and inexperienced hands roamed
over her underdeveloped bubbies.  Of course my parents heard of this.
My mother pined and said this was the devils temptation.  She sacked
the poor girl and hired a bible tutor for me.  When my father got home
from his trip he called me into the library for an advance with
himself and mother and castigated me for some time on the evils in
society.  I didn't feel the sting too deeply because most of his talk
was of a lecturing nature.  He didn't even mention my own
indiscretion.

      Two weeks later at the dinner table Father informed mother and I
that it was time that I accompany him to New York City so he could
show his son how he conducted business.  I was thrilled and delighted.
I had been to the city of course but not with father on business.  I
met many of the people who worked for him and even attended a meeting at
one of the backs he owned.  On our second night after we had dinner
at his club, instead of having our car take us back to the Ritz father
told me that he had a detour in mind.  He explained to me that I was
no longer a boy and by my actions of late I was beginning to show an
interest in the fair sex.  I blushed crimson and nodded my assent.
Presently we pulled up to a huge building and father bad me follow.
We went to the third floor and father knocked on the door to an
apartment.  I assumed we were to meet another colleague of fathers.
The door swung open to reveal a statuesque woman in her mid thirties.
She apparently expected us and ushered us in while her maid took our
coats.  She called father by his first name and was sweet and friendly
when introduced to me.  She told me that she had been waiting to meet
me for some time and that my acorn obviously did not fall far from my
fathers oak.  She went to her sideboard and poured father a drink.
His favorite.  How did she know that.  She poured another and to my
astonishment handed it to me.  Sitting there listening to her talk and
make gay I realized she was very pretty, big busted, and slender.  Her
dress revealed her bosom's more than any I had seen the women wearing
at home.  I couldn't help but stare.  She and father seemed to be on
very friendly terms and I wondered what realm of fathers businesses
she was connected to.  (I was still an innocent you see.)  You have
probably already surmised that I was in the company of fathers
mistress.  After some time and some pleasantry father told Betty that
I had been trying to dally with the hired help.  My ears got very hot
and stared at the ground.  Betty approached me and I felt her soft
touch on my cheek then she gently lifted my chin up so I was gazing
into her beautiful face.  "Those are lucky girls indeed to hold the
eye of such a strapping handsome young man as yourself, Mark.  You
needn't be ashamed of nature.  It's natural for a boy of your age to
want to know about these things."  Well, the upshot of the story was
that my father told me I was to stay the night at Betty's domicile
while he returned to our lodgings.  I was pretty afraid but held
myself together.  Father bid me a goodnight and betty begged my pardon
while slipped into something more comfortable.  Her maid, (a pretty
little girl about my age) made me another drink while I waited.  I was
warmed up inside and as relaxed as I was afraid.  Betty came into the
room wearing a chemise that looked as if it were made of air.  My eyes
popped wide open at the site of her.  I could clearly see her
pendulous, swinging teats, her flat tummy, her narrow waist, a patch
of brown hair in the same place as I did between her legs, and her
slender legs.  I sat on her oversized couch with in an obviously
advanced state of arousal.

       I spent the entire night in Betties loving, knowing arms.  I
came to know every inch of her feminine charms and squired her no less
than five times throughout the long night.  I was a man now.  My
father told the night before that he would be back to collect me at
ten so I slipped out of the bed containing this magnificent naked
woman and found her shower room.  As I washed under a warm stream of
water and recounted the events of the greatest night of my life the
curtain parted and in stepped the young maid as naked as the day she
was born.  I didn't even know her name but she slithered into my arms
and asked me if I had any left over after her mistress was through
with me.  Never before being in the arms of a naked Negro girl I
immediately rose to the occasion and showed the maid what I had
learned the night before.  Father picked up one tired, happy, weak
kneed, young man.  He did not speak one word of what had transpired
but spoke only of the days events.  For a few moments I almost thought
it all had been a dream but the feelings from my withered and sore
cock beneath my pants reminded me that I was indeed a man.

     I returned home a wiser and more worldly young man.  One of
life's highest pleasures had been revealed to me.  The pleasure and
wonderfulness of the real thing was even great than my innocent
fantasies.  The pleasure of thrusting into Betties wetness while I
played games with her enormous pounts was a life event to me.
Stallioning her skinny young maid the next morning showed me that each
encounter was like a glass of wine from different bottles.  Each
woman, each encounter was to be different and enjoyed in it's own way.

Mother went back to her sick bed and her cures and father returned to
his all consuming business.  I studied hard and played sports hard but
now my hithertofore interest in sinful thoughts had become a slavish
lust with no outlet.  I viewed with lust almost all of our servants.
The young girls and the older women.  The plump ones with big bottoms
and titties and the skinny ones.  Each morning and night I would work
oil into my penis and imagine my night with Betty and her maid and all
the women around me.  An interesting thing began to happen at this
time as well.  I began to look upon my fellow athletes and the some of
the male servants of our house in a similar way that I viewed women.
This disturbed me in my waking hours but at night in the privacy of my
own thoughts I would wonder if I could enjoy my own body so much why
wouldn't I enjoy the cock of another man as well?  Women enjoyed them
didn't they?  My lustful fantasies soon began to include not just
visions of the women in our household but I began to imagine what some
of the young men looked like without apparel as well.  I began to make
fantasy couples from our servants and would lie in bed at night
stroking my hard manhood imagining them fucking like Betty and had I
done.  One day I was in need of an old volume of Latin history so I
walked to the library.  As I approached I began to hear faint groans
and moans.  I crossed the threshold and there before my eyes was my
mothers personal maid, (a very cumly lass of 23,)  on her back with
her uniform around her waist and her naked legs splayed wide open in
the air.  Between them with his pants around his ankles and thrusting
furiously was our chauffeur, (27, slim, well built, slicked back hair,
and rakishly handsome.)  Nicholas and Vera apparently thought they had
the place to themselves as mother, father and most of the rest of the
servants were away for the day.  I had caught them in a forbidden act.

My father had let it be known that if there was any fraternizing
between the help they would be sacked.  By the looks of it, Nick and
Vera had forgotten this law in the heat of their lust.  I admired
their writhing forms for a few minutes until I was next them.  I
cleared my throat and both of them hit the ceiling.  Vera pulled her
dress down over her naked lap while Nick uncunted with a slap against
his stomach by his hard charger.  He fell over backwards while
attempting to pull his pants up over his erection.  I myself, was
having a grand time and decided to have even more fun.  Both servants
knew the gravity of the situation they now found themselves.  Both
faced dismissal from a swell situation here at Shaller manor.  I
pardoned myself for interrupting their assignation and told both of
them I wished they hadn't stopped.  They were both all apologies and
pleas for mercy and leniency while I was of another mind.  I pointedly
told them that I would be willing to forget their little indiscretion
is they were to continue and let me watch them as I was very curious
about how men and women copulated.  I was quite aroused at this point
and really wanted to see would this striking young couple went about
the whole thing.  Vera, still on her back on the divan was quite
hesitant and feigned a great deal of modesty.  Nick, however, didn't
take much time to make up his mind and immediately seemed to think it
would all be fun.

 "Come on Vera dear, Don't be such a stick in the mud! Lets show young
master here just how the worm turns," he was already taking off his shirt
to reveal a smooth, muscular chest and strong arms.  Vera's protestations
ended with Nick gathering her up in his arms.

"Where to young master, Mark?"

I had them follow me into my own rooms and locked the door firmly
behind us all.

"There," I said, and pointed to my four poster.

     Like a cat Nick carried the hapless Vera to the bed and in one
motion laid her down and tore her uniform open, popping the buttons as
it went.  Her bra was in disarray from her earlier gallop and she wore
no underthings.  She instinctively tried to cover her large pointy
mounds and her hairy pussy but couldn't do both with only two hands.
With a flip of Nicks hand her brassiere was gone to fully reveal her
very nicely shaped bosoms and milk white body.  Nick then slipped his
trousers down with the other hand that wasn't holding Vera down and
divesting her of her clothing.  Kicking them off he exhibited once
again a very large, hard charger.  It was larger than my own and I
couldn't take my eyes off of it.  Nick moved forward onto the bed and
knelt next to the naked and shamed lass.  He took her head in his hand
and with a good deal of self assurance moved her mouth right onto his
penis.  Her eyes went wide and she gave a series of muffled yelps.
Her head in his hands,  he would fully sheath in and out of her mouth.
 Her free hand went to his large and hanging testicles and cupped them
gently.  I moved close to the bed mesmerized by the scene in front of
me.  I could scarcely breath and my own excitement threatened to burst
the seams of my britches.  It became apparent on just a few minutes
that Nick was no longer  guiding  her head bobbing up and down on him
but that Vera had taken control of the rhythm and was doing a nice job
indeed.

Nick gave a grunt and said, "That's enough of that missy or you have me
off too soon."

       As if they were two ballet dancers engaged in the Paux Dedeux
Nick glided between her legs while Vera leaned back onto my bed, took
hold of her own thighs and spread them as wide as nature would allow,
just as Betty had done for me some time before.  He lowered himself
down onto her body and without trying to find her hole, slid inside
like he was a magician.  They commenced to a wonderful slapping and
grinding together of their bodies and from the guttural noises they
were making it was evident they were fully in pleasure.   I was
kneeling next to the shaking bed fondling my own love handle thru my
pants.  Nick slowed down and said that he would  have none of this!
If they were in natures lust so must I!  He bid me to strip down and
show them how pleased I was with their display.  He wanted me to frigg
myself while they cavorted.  I was only to happy to comply and in an
instant was on the bed next to them for a better view, my right hand
pumping up and down on my hard penis.  Vera didn't take her eyes off
of me the whole time and between grunts and gasps confessed she had
always wondered what the masters boy was like all angry and charged up
as I was.

      What happened next I believe was one of the defining moments in
my life.  Not many people can look back on a moment and say,"that's
were it all started."  But I can.   There I was on my own bed kneeling
inches away from two of my parents servants who were fucking like
nobodies business.   The bed was creaking and rocking and apart from
their moaning and groaning I clearly heard the same delicious wet
sucking noises coming from their coupled genitals.  Nicks bottom rose
and fell between Vera's slender, spread legs in a steady rhythm.  As
if in slow motion,  Nick turned in my direction, craned his neck
towards me and before I new it his mouth had engulfed me with  a wet,
pleasurable, pressure.    This has heaven.  Nick had obviously done
this sort of thing before because he was able to orchestrate his
humping of the lovely Vera while giving me just as good of a suck as
Miss Betty had done a month or two before.  My hands roamed from
cupping Vera's bouncing tities to Nick's handsome and fast moving
bottom.  It wasn't long before I felt that wonderful and familiar
felling of pleasure rising up through my body.  My sucked upon penis
became even stiffer between Nicks clinging lips as I readied for my
climax.  Miss Betty had withdrawn my charger from her mouth  just
before I spurted my sticky goo, wrapped her hand around it and jerked
me off onto her big bosoms.  Being a novice I naturally expected this
is what all cocksuckers did at the moment of crisis.  I was surprised
and delighted when at my point of delivery Nick increased his sucking
and bobbing and I had perhaps the most powerful spend of my sixteen
years.  I fairly collapsed onto the bed next to the fucking couple and
while they finished their own  pleasure I recovered and let my hands
be filled with flesh both masculine and feminine.  Nick finished so
hard into Vera that I was almost afraid he was hurting her.  I would
have been very mistaken though as she lay under the sweaty and
depleted chauffeur she reached her hand down to me young stiffy and
lasciviously took it into her hand.  Nick rolled her over and guided
her into her hands and knees and gave me signal to get behind her and
impale her.  Impale her I did.  Vera was the kind of handsome woman
who was quiet and sweet during the day but at night in the bed of love
she was an insatiable tigress.  I spent the entire night until the sun
came up cavorting with my two new friends.  No pleasure was denied us.
 Not only did I learn the absolute joys of fellatio, I progressed in
my skills with the fairer sex.  Nick explained to e that he was of a
rare breed of men who enjoyed the charms of a handsome man equally as
much as the soft caress of a woman.  He called this "bisexuality."  I
had seen the dandies and sissy men in New York and frowned upon their
effeminate  ways.  Nick, though, was a mans man.  He taught me so
much.

      I spent my entire sixteenth year with my two loves.  Usually the
three of us would steal away in my room late at night.  Some times
only Vera would be able to come and ride me until dawn.  Other times
the dashingly handsome Nick and I would make love until our rammer's
were too sore to get stiff.  What I took from this year was  not just
the indulgence in every single form and aspect of physical love
possible but the realization that for a boy who was attracted to both
men and women, the zenith of all possible sex acts would be with them
both at the same time.  It would be like having two favorite flavors
of ice cream and enjoying them a great deal separately   When the two
flavors are combined the resulting pleasure multiplies exponentially.
 In short, I loved to be cunted in the wiggling Vera while having Nick
literally slide his big penis down my throat at the same time.  I call
it, "the best of two worlds."   I loved to kneel on my bed with the
arms of my two  lovers wrapped around me.  Four hands caressing me.
Two sets of lips on mine, two tongues in my mouth.  A hard cock
pressing against my own and Vera's firm bosoms and hard nipples
smashed against my chest.  My garden of Eden ended  not with a whimper
but with a bang.  Thinking we had the entire east wing to ourselves we
were naked,  "cock boys,"  as we called our selves.  Nick was
reclining on a large red velvet covered divan while I was kneeling
between his muscular legs.  I was busily bobbing my head up and down
on his enormous pego while I jerked him with my right hand.  Who
should walk right in the room but my father looking for me.  Even
though it was I was giving the pleasure my father bellowed at the top
of his lungs.

"What are you doing to my son!!!!!"

     Of course Nick was sacked without a by your leave and I was sent
to a military school some hundreds of miles away for a year until I
went to college.  Little did my incredulous father know that instead
of infusing a spirit of manliness and structure in to his supposed
poofter son, he was sending him to a place filled with lonely teenage
boys.  On my third night there I was taken to a room with soft
lighting by two upper classmen who proceeded to strip me down and
apply their hard penises to every my every orifice all evening long.

     These are just a few of the experiences that have shaped who I am
and what my tastes are.  My parents are long gone now and I have
parlayed their million into hundreds of millions.  I am one of the
wealthiest men on the globe and one of the most eligible bachelors.  I
am having too much fun to settle down.  Whether it's with a 15 year
old Persian beauty of a girl, or a 16 year old strapping lad with a
huge erection or even both of them together in my bed.   I sample
many,  many glasses of wine.  The two young dancers from the follies
Bergier,  The mother and daughter in Budapest,  the slender Singapore
gem who had the body of a young woman and the sword of a young man.
The orgies, the galas, the Nubian slaves.  The fourteen year old cabin
boy on the Trans Atlantic crossing........I'll relate more of my
adventures when I have the time.  Right now I sense the two 17 year
old brother and sister  on who's back serves as my writing desk are in
need of attention.  I know I am quite randy from my reminisces and as
I set down my pen and paper I fill my hands with both young hard cock
and sweet, ripe, breasts and a shimmeringly wet little cunny....

to be continued...