Date: Mon, 3 May 2010 08:25:13 +0100
From: John Francis <dicktheprophet@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Chambermaid

         I was born in 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 the Manor House, 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 in the
Manor house 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 a tom-boy
and mixed with both boys and girls but 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.

Another day, I walked with a pretty girl 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 back and
then pulled it forward.

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

"Yes it is and 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 and my Gran died and I could not pay the rent, I had to
leave our lovely thatched cottage. I was not strong enough to work as a
farm hand, the main occupation in the village, so I went to live and work
in the Manor house. The housekeeper knew who I was and she must have felt
responsible for me.

          I became the Chambermaid, because my hair was down to my
shoulders, I looked like a girl. I also didn't have the build of a farm
boy. My grandmother couldn't afford to pay a barber, so she had cut my hair
with her own 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 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 the Manor House was a Baron, so he was called Lord
John Davies and his wife was Lady Carolyn. His father had bought the Manor
and the entire village from a Marquis whose only son had died in WW1. They
said he bought his title from Lloyd George. He owned and managed an arms
manufacturer business, five miles away. He had a chauffeur who drove him
there each day in a big black Jaguar. The other staff consisted of a female
cook with an assistant, a housekeeper, and me the maid. The cook's husband
was the Head Gardner and there were other gardeners who were hired when
needed.  They lived in a small cottage. There used to have a butler,
footmen and more maids but they either died off through old age, or got
better jobs.

     The family consisted of two children, a boy of 17 and a girl of
14. Both of them went to Beadles, a mixed boarding school. They came home
for the summer in the middle 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 empty 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 Joules. 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. The girl's name
was Eleanor – Elly for short and the boy was Jonathan or Jonnie.  When I
went into Elly'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 clothe 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 Elly's room, she was leaning back on her
bed and was rubbing her cunt.

"Would you do this for me please, Joules? 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, then Elly 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 piss came out of her cunt
and I just had to drink it down.

Elly 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
they were all going riding and I was asked to help Elly 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 Elly.

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

Elly had to sit down and I pulled them off like a glove. Elly reached down
and pulled her knickers off. I hadn't seen white ones before, I had only
worn thick blue school ones. Elly pulled up the jodhpurs whilst sitting on
the floor and succeeded it getting them up. I could see her cunt slit
showing through the cloth, but I said nothing.

"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.

"Oh no I can't wear them now, I'll be showing my bum to the world".

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

"I'll have to my new jeans", and she laid down on the floor again so I
could pull her jodhpurs off. 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 pants back on to bother with
looking at me.

The next day, Sunday, they got up all together and I was kept busy serving
them breakfast. They all went off to church, walking down the road
together. Elly asked if I would like to go with them but I replied that my
Gran always said that we couldn't afford to put money in the collection
bowl and that anyway, she didn't believe in the Resurrection.

 "My lovely husband was never resurrected so I don't believe Jesus was".

On Monday morning, I went into their rooms early, as her Ladyship had
asked. When I had drawn the curtains in Johnnie'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 then
Jonnie grabbed my head and thrust his prick to the back of my throat; I
started to choke but 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 my arsehole, 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 now 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 started to stiffen
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 as the housekeeper had shown me.

A few days later, when I went then into Ely'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 and she said, "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," and 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. Elly'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.

Elly 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 Elly
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 no where 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?"

"Joules 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."

Elly 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 make up. 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 Joules 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 Joule's 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 Joules is your half brother. We must now put him
into boy's clothes."

"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, I was a hairdresser and 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 tube
every morning, we broke the ice in the winter."

"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".

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, but she ignored it.

When I served dinner that night, His Lordship said "Who is this new boy
serving us? What has happened to Joules?"

"This is Elly's new brother. You remember that Swedish Bofors man who
stayed a week with us before the War? Well, look at the two of them now,
isn't there a resemblance?"

"Well I'll be blowed – you're right."

 I was then accepted into the family. I continued to work for them but my
duties changed. I grew bigger with eating plenty of food and my voice went
deeper. Being blond though, I still didn't have to shave very often. I
worked in the Manor House for the another year until Lord John asked me if
I would like to work in his office. I did and I accompanied him in his Mark
Seven Jaguar to work every day, but I sat in front with the chauffeur while
he sat in the back.

When I turned eighteen, I expected to be called up to the Army, but when
Lord John looked into it, he discovered that my birth had never been
registered. He wrote to the Bofors Company in Sweden and the man who was my
father came over by plane. He greeted me with open arms.

"I never knew I had a son! You are my only child and heir."

Lord John never mention about Eleanor. The man's name was Sven Hassall and
he went back to Sweden, registered my birth there, got me a Swedish
passport came back and fetched me.

"You come and live with me now."

He had a beautiful Finnish wife, who had fled to Sweden when the Russians
had invaded Finland. I became wealthy and I married a beautiful Finnish
girl called Leila, the niece of my step mother. We had beautiful blond
babies.