Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2012 07:46:29 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The Highwayman. Part Two.

 This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good
or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

Part Two.

   The coach slithered to a halt, the chaperone, clutching a hand to her
massive bosom, eyes wide, cried out.

   `Highwaymen! We're all going to be raped!' Caroline still having her
wits about her remarked.

   `You should have no fear of that, it's young meat like us that they
would be after.' They could hear the rattle of horses' bridles and the door
of the coach was suddenly wrenched open.

   `Out you two,' a gruff voice said, a pistol waving about in the air.

   `But there's three of us here,' the chaperone managed to splutter out.

   `You can stay inside,' the voice behind the pistol said. `You two, out!'
the pistol waving at both Caroline and Barbara. They clambered out,
unassisted as the highwayman stood back as they got out of the coach and
landed on the solid earth. Caroline looked round and saw that another man
was holding a pistol up towards the driver. The highwayman facing them was
of average build and had dark hair beneath his hat. His chin was square and
clean shaven and with his cloak, was dressed all in black as was his
accomplice. His face couldn't be seen for the mask he wore, but his eyes
were blue and they glittered as he looked at the two girls.

   `Money, jewellery, baubles whatever, give them over,' he demanded in a
gruff voice. Though the manner of speaking was disguised, Caroline, herself
being of violent or velvet tongue, was almost certain, of the cadence in
his speech, that she thought she knew who the man was behind the mask.

   `We have nothing of value about our person sire, except,' and she
smiled, almost certain that she knew who it was, `our mouths.'

   `Such a sweet mouth and velvet tongue that belongs to a harlot!' he
spat. His accomplice, at hearing Caroline speak, turned and called out.

   `No Jack! Let them go!'

   `Jack? Black Jack?' Caroline asked.

   `At your service m'lady, he replied, sweeping his hat off and giving her
a bow. `But it's not you I fancy for the service, but that pretty wench
behind you.'

   `No Jack, no!' the accomplice cried.

   `Silence!' Jack roared at him. `I will have the sweet lips of that other
maiden caress me,' he said, his tone moderating back down. `Come forward,'
and he beckoned to Barbara.

   `He only wants his cock sucked,' Caroline whispered to Barbara, `so do
it! You fucking well should know by now how to do it,' and pushed her
forward.

   `There my pretty one, one with such lovely breasts,' and with one swift
movement of his free hand, had grasped the top of her gown and tore the
front completely open down to her waist, her breasts falling out free and
swaying with the movement. The dress had been easy to tear considering it
was nearly four years old and the stitching not perfect. She shivered at
the sudden cold air that assailed them.

   `Such lovely orbs,' the highwayman said as he fondled them and with
sticking his pistol in to her stomach, bent his head and sucked on each
bare nipple in turn. `Not only have you these two beauties, your lips are
just ripe to surround and taste the fruit of my loins.'

   `No sir, no!' shouted out his now agitated accomplice.

   `Shut the fuck up and this other whore can suck on your cock. You!' and
he pointed the pistol at Caroline, `can go down on your bended knees and
thank God that I'll not shoot you now. Go and suck on his cock as this one
is going to do to me!' His voice had risen and she knew now exactly who it
was behind the mask, but she didn't let on. Let the farce play out she
thought as she saw the pistol being brought down onto Barbara's shoulder,
forcing her down onto her knees. She saw him fumbling with his trouser
front and pull out his erection and shove it into Barbara's mouth. She had
learnt to bring her hand up to the base of the cock she was to suck and
grasp it firmly to prevent being choked, and she began to give him head
with the pistol to the side of hers, Caroline went and knelt before the
other highwayman and pulled the cock out of his trousers and began to suck
on him.

   `Forgive me m'lady,' he said as she sucked on him and she pulled herself
off and looked up at his masked face.

   `I forgive you, but will your master in the long run do so?' she said as
she bent her head and sucked until she took all the sperm out of Oswald's
cock as he came.

   Caroline had finished and got up and went and stood by the coach door
and waited and watched by the glow of its lantern, Barbara finish sucking
off Black Jack and was pushed off by him so that she sprawled onto her
back, her breasts flashing like beacons in the flickering flames of the
lamp.

   `Get going you whores,' he cried as he put himself away. `get yourselves
away to Sodom and Gomorrah.'

    With that, he turned away, beckoning to the other highway-man and they
mounted their horses as Caroline helped Barbara to her feet, the two
highwaymen riding off into the night.

   `Now that wasn't so bad, was it?' Caroline asked as she helped Barbara
hold up the front of her dress as she clambered up into the coach.

   `No it wasn't,' she gasped out as the chaperone fluttered about in an
almost state of shock as if it had been her who had been put through this
ordeal, if it might be called that.

   `Did he, did he?' was the question being bombarded at Barbara by the
flustered chaperone as Caroline ordered the coachman to return to the
Manor. She pushed the freaking out woman to one side. `No, he didn't. We're
going back home.' She said to their chaperone. `We can't go to a ball with
your dress front torn like that Barbara. I'll make the bastard pay for
this,' Caroline hissed as the coach lurched as the driver got the horses
going and turned round for the journey back home.

   Both Caroline and Barbara bewailed the fact that they had been forced to
miss their very first ball because of the hold up by the highwaymen though
they had to spend the whole journey back to the Manor, comforting and
telling their chaperone that they hadn't been raped or molested.

   Caroline would have been quite happy to have kicked the woman out of the
coach, but helped her down and was grateful that others came to take
over. Barbara, with her dress front still being held up by her hand, was
told to go straight up to their room and stay there till she appeared. For
she made a beeline for the drawing room where she knew the men spent most
of their evenings. She slammed her way in to find her father Earl Richmond
reading a pamphlet and Carlyle and Bellows were playing chequers.

   `Where's Chester?' She demanded of her father.

   `Not quite sure,' he replied, putting his paper aside. `Out with a
neighbour friend I believe. Why?'

   `No reason,' Caroline replied, now knowing who Black Jack, the infamous
Highwayman really was. `It might just have been handy to have him at hand
as we got held up on the Portsmouth road by highwaymen.'

   `My God! You haven't been harmed have you?' he asked alarmed, anxiety
that she had never seen before on his face as he dropped the pamphlet he`d
been reading as he stood up.

   `No thank God. Our only casualty is our chaperone. She's below having a
fit of the vapours. Don't worry,' seeing for the first time in her life
that there was a spark of parental concern on his face. `We are both virgo
intacta so you don't have any worries on that score,' and went and swept
out of the room with as much regal possession that she could muster. She
went straight up to her rooms to see how Barbara was faring and was
surprised to see that she was still wearing the torn dress and that she had
been crying.

   `Barbara darling,' she cried as she went down on her knees, Barbara
being sat on a stool by a small vanity table. `Why the tears?' she asked as
she took her into her arms and hugged her.

   `I've never been so humiliated,' she cried, burying her head in
Caroline's shoulder. `If...if it had just been his cock he wanted sucking,
well, you've shown me how to cope with that. But to have that man tear my
dress for everyone to see my breasts,' and off she went again into a
sobbing fit with Caroline shaking her head that she thought it would have
been more degrading of having other people watch her taking that massive
cock into her mouth than having her breasts exposed.

   Caroline continued to stroke her and moved her hand so that the front of
the dress came away and she, herself, bent her head and kissed and nibbled
on each tit.

   `Barbara darling,' she said, lifting her head up off the tit she had
been sucking without getting any reaction. `There was only one other person
present and he was more concerned about the possibility of my biting the
end of his knob off than seeing what you were doing, so don't worry about
it. It's over and I have an idea at how we can get our own back against
this Black Jack.'

   `Oh Caroline, take me to bed and love me,' she cried, and so, they got
themselves undressed and into bed where Caroline went down and gave Barbara
the orgasm that released the tension that had built up inside her. Caroline
herself didn't insist that Barbara go down on her but held her tight and
had an orgasm in her mind of how to pay back that highwayman known as Black
Jack.

  Though, in the morning when Barbara awoke, Caroline didn't stop her from
going under the covers to service her and give her some release, having
stayed awake most of the night formulating plans for the future.

                                                        *

   Not wanting to confront her brothers, Caroline had their breakfast
brought up to their chamber while she rummaged through her wardrobe to find
what she wanted, and later passed a pile of clothes over to a maid,
instructing her that all that she held in her arms were to be dyed
black. The maid knew by the tone of voice that she shouldn't even dare to
ask the question why, but did as she was told and had them dyed.

    The following day Caroline and Barbara went down to the stables and
Caroline cornered George, another groom that she'd had more than once, in a
box and had him drop his trousers. He quickly complied thinking that he was
going to have himself sucked off, his cock already rising in expectation
when Caroline took it, and his balls in a vice like grip.

   `Now George,' she said in a honeyed tone, `I am going to ask you to do
some things for me in the near future that I do not want anybody else to
know about. Do you understand those few simple words?' He nodded his head,
sweat starting to break out from his forehead, his cock and balls being
held as they were.

   `If you do as you are told and do not, I stress, do not tell anyone
else, I can promise you that the both of us will suck what's in my hand at
least twice a week until he job I have in mind is completed. Now do you
understand that?' she asked as she gave him a gentle squeeze.

   `Yeees, Lady Caroline. As you say. My lips will be sealed,' he stuttered
out.

  `Mine won't be, to service you if you do as I tell you. You do like
sticking this prick of yours in my mouth, don't you?'

   `Yes Lady Caroline,' the sweat now running down his face. `I will do
exactly as you want.'

   `Good,' and she released him and bent down and gave him a quick suck
before coming back up to face him. `Now, I want two horses, black, to be
saddled and ready every night after nightfall. They are to be kept in the
stables and out of sight of everybody else. This is most important,
especially out of sight of Oswald and my brothers. Now if you cannot do
this, I will tear both your cock and balls clean out of your body,
understand?'

   Even Barbara shivered at the venomous tone of voice that she'd ever
heard come from Caroline's lips before. The groom George, was positively
quaking and stuttered that he fully understood and would do exactly as she
asked. Caroline was going to tell Barbara to give him a suck, but seeing
the state he was in after that fright, his shrivelled penis didn't even
merit her mouth, so she turned on her heel and left the stables with
Barbara following close behind her.

   `What's going on?' Barbara cried out, trying to keep up.

   `Just getting the second part in order,' she said shortly, `and we're
about to act on the third part,' she replied, not stopping on her way into
the Manor and making her way to the gun room.

   It was a room that Barbara had not been in before. It wasn't as large as
the other rooms, but all three walls had racks that held all kinds of the
latest shot guns and pistols. Caroline selected four of the pistols,
wadding, charge and balls, giving half to Barbara to carry as they went up
to their bed chamber.

   `Will you tell me what's going on?' Barbara demanded once they were
alone in their room.

   `We are going after Black Jack! That's what!'

   `You've got to be joking! He's a highwayman. He's...'

   `A sham!' Caroline interrupted. ` I know who Black Jack is and I, no, we
are going to make him a laughing stock.'

   `I still don't understand,' Barbara said.

   `We are going to be highwaymen! We are going to hold up coaches! We are
going to get coaches to stop and we are going to suck the cocks of every
passenger between London and Portsmouth, that's what! So whenever Black
Jack next holds up a coach, they are going to expect to get a blow job from
him! God! It's going to drive him wild, I love it!' Caroline cried and went
and danced round the room.

   `I still don't understand why this vendetta?' Barbara cried out.

   `Oh for fuck's sake Barbara,' she cried, coming to a stop.

   `Didn't you wonder why he passed me over who was right in front of him
last night? Why he picked on you to go down and suck on his cock? It was
because he wanted you! You must have been haunting him for ages now and he,
for obvious reasons, wouldn't have me do it, it was Chester! He's Black
Jack!'

   `Chester! Black Jack?' Barbara echoed.

   `Yes. I thought his voice was familiar and while he had you suck him, I
had to suck on his henchman. As soon as I saw it, let alone go down and
take it in my mouth, I knew it was Oswald. I've sucked his cock so many
times now, I know every ridge and vein in it,' Caroline said.

   `Do we tell your father?'

   `Good God no! That the future Earl is also Black Jack the
highwayman. Him that's been robbing coaches for the past two years on the
Portsmouth road. He'd probable have a heart attack. No, we will deal with
this in our own way. We are going to become highwaymen and make him look a
fool,' Caroline said with a triumphant smile.

   `Then we'd be as bad as him,' Barbara protested.

   `No, for we won't be stealing any money or jewellery. What we are going
to take will be from men only.'

   `And what will that be?'

   `Their sperm! We're going to suck every cock on every coach and when he
holds up a coach, they are going to expect it from him. They might even
think it's him and he'll become a laughing matter.'

   `Wow,' Barbara breathed. `Won't it be dangerous for us?'

   `Not once the word gets about. The men will be lining up with their
cocks out. Can you image Chester's face when he holds up a coach and makes
everyone get out and the men then suddenly pull out their dicks to face his
pistol.' This cracked up both of the girls and they howled with laughter at
the vision Caroline had conjured up.

   `When do we start?' Barbara asked.

   `Tonight! After dinner and as soon as it's dark. So let's start making
some masks.' So using some black velvet, they cut it up and made them, with
tapes sewn on to tie at the back of the head. The eyes were cut out big
enough for them to see clearly and were satisfied at the result, both
laughing when they tried them on.

   It was hard for them to sit at the table without laughing as Chester
looked at Barbara's breasts bulging out over the top of her dress, a secret
smile on his face knowing that he'd sucked on them and had her suck on
him. Barbara really wanted to throw her glass of wine in his face but
Caroline had told her to behave at the table and act as if they didn't know
the truth.

   They were glad when the meal was over and they scuttled up to their room
and pulled out the dyed clothes and put them on. Black shirts, black coats
and black trousers and black boots to finish off the ensemble. Caroline
checked and primed the pistols and made sure that the masks were safely in
their pockets and waited for it to get dark.

   It wasn't long before they made their way through the quiet Manor and
out to the stables where two black horses were saddled and ready to be
taken out. They used a mounting block as they didn't have a groom to assist
them to get astride their horses and were soon out and crossing the fields.

   They rode until they within a mile of the Turnpike Toll on the London to
Portsmouth road before finding a good stretch of road where they could see
at least half a mile either way.

   `This will do,' Caroline said, reining in her horse. `That clump of
trees will conceal us till we stop the coach. Now call me Jack at least a
couple of times for them to know who they think is holding up the
coach. Just follow my lead.'

   They waited for nearly an hour, talking until they saw a swinging
lantern of a coach coming south.

   `Okay? Ready for our first cock sucking hold up?' Caroline asked as she
put her mask on. Barbara could only nod as she put her mask on too, her
stomach churning though she wasn't sure if it was from excitement or
fear. Caroline kicked her horse as the coach got near and Barbara followed
and they reined in the horses in the middle of the road.

   `Stand and deliver!' she called out to the coachman, waving her pistol
at him. Barbara suddenly realised that she still had hers in her belt and
quickly pulled it out and waved it too.

   The coachman saw them and the pistols and reined in the horses and
brought the coach to a stop.

   `Get him down,' Caroline said to Barbara, waving her pistol at the
coachman before she slid off her horse and went and pulled open the coach
door. She saw by the inside lantern that it held two women and a young man,
a look of fear on all their faces as they saw the waving pistol.

   `You,' Caroline said, pointing the pistol at the man. `Out! You two stay
there and you'll come to no harm.' She stood back for the man to descend
from the coach.

   `We don't have much money,' he stammered, his voice cracking as he
spoke.

   `We don't want your money. Now move round to the back of the coach,' she
said, waving the pistol. He obeyed, and she could see he was trembling.

   `What about the driver Jack,' Barbara asked, trying to keep her voice
sounding gruff.

   `Bring him round here,' she said as she moved in to the young man and
put her hand to his crotch. He winced at the first touch as she rubbed his
trousers. `Get it out,' she commanded.

   `Why? What are you going to do?' he asked, his voice really cracking up
now.

   `We are going to suck on your cock. Yours too,' Caroline said to the
driver, waving the pistol at him. `Drop your trousers,' pointing it closer
to the two men, who began to fumble before their trousers fell to their
feet.

   Both of the cocks were limp with their fright not really knowing what
was to happen to them.

   `Sorry sight aren't they,' Barbara said. `Which one is mine Jack?'

   `Jack? Black Jack?' the trembling driver asked.

   `Shut up. I'll have his,' Caroline said pointing, making the driver
tremble even more. `Keep them covered,' she said and tucking her pistol
into her belt went and knelt down in front of the driver and took his limp
penis into her mouth.

   Boy won't he have a story to tell when he gets back, she thought, that
he had Black Jack sucking on his cock. With the expertise from years of
practice, she soon had him up to a full erection and now really had
something to suck and work upon. It didn't take him long to groan and come
in her mouth.

   The young man watching this performance, now realising that he wasn't
going to be harmed and have his own cock sucked, it started to rise up of
its own accord. Caroline finished with the driver and stood up and gave the
cock she'd just sucked on another quick rub before pulling her pistol out.

   `The other one's yours,' she said to Barbara, who, putting her pistol
away, went and stroked the erect cock before going down and taking him in
her mouth. He gave out a groan and leaned back against the coach as she
worked her magic on him. He came quickly and Barbara eyes sparkled through
the eye holes of the mask as she looked at Caroline and licked her lips.

   `Not bad Jack. Pity you can't have him too.'

   `Okay. Pull your trousers up and get going,' Caroline said to the two
men and backed away while they did so. The young man climbing back inside
while the driver climbed up at the front. He gave the reins a shake and
started the horses off and the coach rattled away towards Portsmouth.

   Caroline and Barbara went and hugged each other, both trembling with
excitement at a successful hold up. They hung about for another hour
without a coach and so decided to go home, taking their masks off. One
coach was enough to start the ball rolling they thought and so Caroline
helped Barbara up into her saddle and she used a tree stump to mount hers.

   They rode back to the Manor in high spirits and left the horses for the
groom to unsaddle and clean and feed the horses. Caroline knew where he
slept at nights and so woke him up to see to the horses before they went up
to their room.

   In bed, they relived the night's work and then went down on each other
as if in celebration and stayed at it until they both had their orgasm.

                                                         *

   They were out again the next night, a bit earlier and at the same place,
caught a north bound coach. With it being brought to a halt, found that it
had three men and one woman inside. The woman was told to stay in the coach
and the three men ordered out. The driver was brought down from the driving
box and made to stand with the others.

   `Well Jack, it looks like two each tonight,' Barbara said.

   `Black Jack!' one of the men whispered to another as Caroline moved
closer, her pistol up.

   `Who is the woman in the coach?' she asked.

   `My...my fiancée,' he stammered. Caroline looked up saw the woman's
anxious face looking out of the small side window.

   `Well let's give her a little show. Drop your trousers.'

   `Wh...what?' a stunned look on his face.

   `Drop your trousers,' Caroline said more slowly, prodding him in the
chest with the barrel of the pistol. The man quickly undid himself and let
them drop around his ankles. `Turn a bit so your fiancée can see what
I'm going to do.

   `Don't cut me please!' he begged, shaking as he moved so he was sideways
to the coach window.

   `What you are going to get is much better than that. Maybe she'll even
do it for you later. Cover him,' she said to Barbara, and went down on her
knees, glancing up at the horrified face at the window, smiled and took the
limp penis in her mouth and sucked and tongued him.

   `Oh God,' he cried when Caroline's hot mouth covered him and he trembled
again as she began to work on him. She brought him to a full erection and
slowly pulled back off him for the woman to clearly see before taking him
in again and with using her hand, made him come in her mouth. He had
shuddered as he came and visibly wilted when he did so.

    Caroline pulled her head back and turned to the window and let the
other woman see that her open mouth had his come inside before she
swallowed it.

   `Okay, pull your trousers up and move to one side. Which one do you
want?' Caroline asked Barbara.

   `This one Jack,' she said, indicating the man in the middle.

   `Stand over here and drop your trousers.' Having seen what the other had
just received moved over quite smartly and dropped his trousers. His cock
was already half erect in anticipation. `Okay,' Caroline said, `he's all
yours.'

   She moved back for Barbara to now go down and take the man's rising cock
in her mouth while she covered the others with her pistol. She also looked
at the woman and saw that she was now gaping in wonderment at what she was
seeing.

   With him sucked dry, the next man got the same treatment from Caroline,
leaving Barbara to finish off with the coachman.

   `What about the woman Jack?' Barbara asked as this last one began to
pull up his trousers.

   `No. We're not into raping women, just the men, and judging by the look
on their faces, they enjoyed it. Go on, get back in the coach, you've paid
your toll.'

   The men quickly got back into the coach while the driver got up onto his
box and shouted at the horses to get moving, and within a few minutes, the
coach was out of sight.

   Caroline and Barbara went into a clinch and had a kiss.

   `We can't hang around, the coach will be at the toll shortly and there
may be riders there, so let's get back to the Manor.'

   Barbara found it easy to mount her horse by using the same tree stump as
Caroline, and soon they were racing across the fields for home. The groom
was waiting for them at the stables to see to the horses and it only took a
few minutes before they were in their room. They quickly stripped off their
clothes and began to romp about on one of the beds, kissing, touching and
telling of the respective cocks they had not long ago sucked.

   `I wonder what the woman said to her boyfriend when he got back into the
coach? Did you see her face when I went down on him?' Caroline laughed.

   `It was a picture,' Barbara agreed, laughing with her as she kissed
Caroline and tumbled her onto the bed and went down on her.

                                                         *

   They didn't go out the next night, but they did on the following two
nights. The first coach they held up contained two women and two men, plus
the coachman. The four occupants were ordered out of the vehicle at pistol
point and the men were forced to drop their trousers while the women
watched.

   `Sorry specimens these two are Jack,' said Barbara as they looked at the
small limp dicks.

   `Which is your man?' Caroline demanded, pointing at the nearest
woman. She pointed to the man that was closest to her. She grabbed her arm
and pulled her round in front of the man she had indicated.

   `Are you married?'

   `Yes, yes Black Jack,' she replied with a stutter.

   `Well he's obviously fucked you then. Have you ever sucked his cock?'

   `N...no,' she stammered.

   `Well you are tonight. Let me get it up for you first. Watch and learn,'
and she went down onto her knees and took the limp prick into her mouth and
very quickly had it up and hard. She pulled her mouth off and getting up,
took the woman by the scruff of her neck and forced her down onto knees and
pushed her head and put the pistol to her head.

   `Open your mouth and take your husband's dick in and suck on it. Suck
and suck until he comes or I'll rearrange your face.'

   She did as she was told and the man's face was a bright crimson as he
had his wife give him head.

   `You'll be here all night if you don't come, so help her,' she told the
man and picked up one of the woman's hand and placed it at the base of her
husband's cock.

   `Now put your hands on both sides of her head and help her achieve what
I want to see. You,' she said, pointing to the next woman, `Is he your
husband?'

   `N...n...no,' she stammered.

   `Makes no difference. Get down and do the same.' The girl was quickly
down on her knees and looking across at the other woman sucking on her
husband, took hold of the limp prick in front of her and holding the thing
up, put her mouth on it.

   `What about me Black Jack?' called out the driver. `My cock's up and
ready,' and he laughed.

   `Okay,' Caroline laughed. `Get them down and you'll be taken care of
too.' He couldn't move quick enough and soon had his trousers down, his
cock, as he had said, was up and fully erect.

   `Okay Jack,' Caroline said to Barbara, `take care of him.'

   `I thought you were Black Jack?' he said.

   `What the fuck does it matter. You're getting head so don't quibble,'
and he didn't argue as Barbara went down and began to see to his
need. `You're not doing very well,' she said to the two women, on their
knees sucking the cocks of the men before them. The coachman gave out a
groan and they all saw him start to shudder.

   `See! It didn't take him long to come. Come on or we'll be here all
night.' The two women began to bob their heads quicker but didn't seem able
to bring about the desired result. `Oh for Christ's sake, haven't you men
learned anything. Hold her head and fuck her!'

   The men quickly obeyed with the pistol wavering between the pair and
they held the heads on their cocks and began bucking their hips and it
didn't take long before both began to groan and she knew that they were
coming in the women's mouths for both started to gag as the sperm hit the
backs of their throats.

   `Keep your mouths there and swallow,' Caroline said as she poked each
head in turn with the barrel of her pistol. She saw by the body posture of
both men that they had shot their bolt and pushed the women aside, sending
them sprawling on the dirt road. She quickly went down and finished the
sucking of the first man and indicated when she finished that Barbara did
the same to the other man.

   `Now maybe you two,' she was talking to the women, still sitting there
on the road, `will show your man a little bit more consideration when
making love, and you,' pointing to the men, `get between her legs a bit
more often, but with the mouth, not your prick. Now get back in the coach
and go and have fun.'

   It was another hour before the next coach was brought to halt at the
command of Stand and Deliver. It was almost embarrassing, for the coach
held four men and as soon as the driver called out that it was Black Jack,
the occupants piled out and had dropped their trousers and all had
erections. Such was the power of word by mouth, or should that be sex of
mouth? Whatever, all four men had Caroline and Barbara go down on them to
everybody's satisfaction.

   `What about me?' came a wail from the coachman.

   `Get down and we'll see to you too,' Caroline said in a resigned
voice. `Do you want him?' she asked Barbara.

   She gave a very unladylike burp and then passed wind which made the men
who'd just been serviced, laugh. It sounded so like a man that Caroline had
to suppress a girlish laugh at this toilet type of humour.

   `No, I'm full Jack, you have the sprat,' and had to turn away and change
her laugh to a coughing fit. The men got the joke and laughed again, except
the driver of course who had since dropped his trousers and wasn't too
pleased at being the butt of it. However, he was very pleased that it was
Black Jack himself who had sucked on his cock and taken all his sperm and
swallowed it.

                                                         *

   The girls decided to take a few evenings off and quite a few coach loads
of men travelled the highway and reached their destinations most
disappointed that they hadn't had a run in with the highwayman Black Jack.

                                                         *

   Then two, no three events happened that had great effect on the family
of Belvedere, and they happened in this order.

   Caroline and Barbara were in the hayloft, naked and having some
afternoon fun, when Carlyle and Bellows had come into the ground floor
part. The girls got to the edge of the loft and watched as the two men
kissed before taking their trousers off and in turn, knelt down to have a
suck at each other's organ.

   Carlyle then bent over the bales of straw and they watched as Bellows
got behind and pushed his erection up into the arse bent over before
him. Carlyle, the recipient, was calling out for him to fuck him harder
when the door to the barn opened and in came the Earl.

   He'd been out riding and by chance, still carried his horse whip in his
hand. To see the tutor stuck up the arse of his second son, he seemed to go
berserk. He'd had his doubts about his son but to actually see the
perversion, sent him over the edge.

   He laid into the pair of them, lashing out with the whip, catching,
obviously, Bellows first, but Carlyle took as much as he whipped the pair
of them. Both men were running about, naked from the waist down, being
lashed and giving out screams as the fine leather cut into their skin and
it was only exhaustion that brought the Earl to a halt.

   Carlyle and Bellows, crying, their legs, thighs and buttocks covered in
weal's and in some places, raw bleeding cuts, recovered their trousers and
fled the barn.

   Bellows, an hour later, was thrown into one of the estate's coaches with
the instructions to the driver that he was to be thrown out when they
reached the turnpike road.

   Three days later, Carlyle left to join the army. A week after that, he
had been found in bed with another officer whose brother, the man that had
found them, challenged Carlyle to a duel. At two minutes past six the
following morning, at a range of twenty paces, Carlyle took the pistol ball
in the middle of his forehead.

   The estate went into mourning and the Earl, though distraught, still
believed he had been right to send him away for his behaviour in the barn.

   With Carlyle and Bellows being caught in flagrante delecto, Caroline and
Barbara decided to keep a low profile for a while and so did not go out on
the highway for the time being. In fact, they never went out again in their
masquerade.

   It was a week after the burial of Carlyle that Chester went out with
Oswald to the turnpike road, and as Black Jack, held up the London to
Portsmouth coach. Now Black Jack, the cock-sucker, had been missing for a
few weeks and many men now were cruising the turnpike in the hope of having
oral sex with this highwayman who gave out this form of sex.

   With the hail of Stand and Deliver, the coachman reined in the horses
and cried out that it was Black Jack. The passengers, all four being men,
quickly piled out and stood in a line and dropped their trousers, erections
up and ready to have that now famous mouth on the end of them.

   `What's this?' Chester had roared, `a fucking short arm inspection?'
waving his pistol at them. Oswald looked on with perplexity at this
exhibition, not understanding what was happening either.

   `We're waiting for you to suck on our cocks,' one brave man said.

  `What?' he roared again, `you fucking whoresons,' he shouted and went and
shot the man who had spoken. As the man fell, Oswald, alarmed that Chester
had actually fired and hit a man, discharged his pistol, though it only
wounded one of the others.

   There was a mad scramble as the rest tried to pull their trousers up and
at the same time take cover, there was one among them that had a small
pistol in a pocket and as Chester tried to re-prime his pistol, this man
fired back and the ball hit Chester high in the chest.

   Though only a small ball, it tore through the muscles just above the
heart and threw him backwards for him to fall to the ground. Oswald darted
through the melee of men and dragged Chester out of the coach's lantern
light and managed to get him to his feet. While the coach survivors tried
to succour their wounded, Oswald got Chester up to his feet and to where
the horses were now grazing. It took time, but he managed to get Chester up
onto his horse and with great care, holding him steady in the saddle, got
them both back to the Manor.

   Oswald, having disposed of their masks on the return journey, called for
help and soon, Chester was carried up to his chambers where his servant
tried his best to help his master. But it had been a fatal wound, the torn
muscles had twisted the heart and it had caused partially closure of the
valves and with the trauma, he slipped away.

   The Earl had been with him since the alarm had been raised and was there
when his eldest, and now only son died. He cried then and he cried again
when Chester was buried. Caroline and Barbara cried too, for it was
possible they thought, that his death could be attributed to what they had
done by impersonating Black Jack, the highwayman.

                                                         *

   But, the story doesn't end there. Life still has to go on and they still
had to eat and the meals were very sombre and austere. The Earl no longer
drank ale at his meals with just his daughter and her companion at the
table, though they were still permitted to drink wine; and it took him
several months to appreciate their care and consideration that they took
over his health and welfare.

   He came to realise that with the loss of his two sons, the Earldom would
come to an end with his death for Caroline could not inherit the
title. This then caused his eyes to look upon Barbara, her with her lovely
breasts that almost overflowed the dresses she wore. Though Caroline looked
the same, with tits on top and brains above, he couldn't have her.

   So he made the decision and asked if Barbara, in spite of their age
difference, would become his wife and produce an heir. It was a shock to
both the girls when he asked this at dinner one night and caused Barbara to
blush and look across the table at Caroline.

   `Thank you sir for the offer, but I'm afraid I cannot.' She saw the look
of dismay on his face and continued. `Did you know of Carlyle's, er, sexual
preference before you cast him out?'

   Bewildered by this question, gave his answer without thinking why it had
been asked.

   `I had my suspicions but to actually find him in the middle of the act,
well I could do no more. I didn't as you say cast him out, but I did make
him join the army,' he said bitterly, `and have since come to regret doing
so, for I thought it would make him more of a man. I couldn't foresee that
he would continue to...to carry it on. The duel and his death was the
result and I have regretted my action ever since,' he finished softly, his
head bowed so they couldn't see the tears in eyes. Barbara wanted to reach
out and touch his hand, but thought that he might misconstrue the gesture
because of what else she had to say.

   `I still thank you sir and there are two good, very good reasons why I
cannot accept. The first is I do not love you and the second that may come
as a shock is that I love Caroline.'

   Caroline looked up sharply and dreaded what she guessed was going to
come out next.

   `I fell in love with her the first time I set my eyes upon her and I
believe that she loves me.' Caroline's hand went across the table and
rested on Barbara's, tears in her eyes at this declaration and now realised
that she did indeed love Barbara.

   `We are lovers,' she continued, `and share a bed at night and make love
as only two women can while still remaining virgins. We are the same as
Carlyle with his love for another man, now if you wish to cast us out too,
that is your prerogative.'

   `No!' he cried out, getting up from his chair, wiping his eyes as he
began to pace the floor behind his chair. `I will not make the same mistake
twice. A man can fend for himself out in the world but I don't think a
woman can. I...I can't condone what you do but I will accept it. But
Barbara,' he came to her side of the table and knelt down, `you say you do
not love me and this I accept. But if I do not have an heir, the Manor on
my death will pass to any other distant relative that can lay claim to the
place, and that could result with both of you being ejected.

   So I'm down here on my knees begging you to marry me for the sole
purpose of keeping the estate where you both can live and...and can
continue your love for each other. I will make no other demands on you
other than we produce a son between us, to carry on the name and retain the
estate.'

   Tears were running down his face and he bent his head and kissed her
hand. Tears were running down Barbara's face now and she gave Caroline a
pleading look, who, with tears in her eyes could only look back in anguish.

   Help me! The look in Barbara's eyes pleaded with Caroline, help me!

   `Father,' Caroline said, getting up and going round to put her hand on
his shoulder. `This is a very emotional moment for all of us. Please give
Barbara time to think this over for...' She stopped. It was better to say
too little than too much and so stroked his hair instead. She stood back as
he got to his feet, wiping the tears from his face with the back of his
hand.

   `You're right as always Caroline. I will await the answer,' he said and
left the dining hall.

   `Oh Caroline!' Barbara exclaimed.

   `Not now Barbara, let's go to bed and we can talk there.' So they went
upstairs in silence and undressed without a word, got into bed and into
each other's arms where Barbara promptly burst into tears.

   `Oh Caroline, what do I do?' she wailed.

   `Marry him.'

   `What? Do you know what you are saying?' she sobbed.

   `Yes, and I can fully understand the reasons why. He is right. When he
dies, we can be thrown out for not having any claim on the Manor. He has
said, not in so many words, that we can still be lovers as we are now.'

   `But...but it will mean going to bed with him. Having him put his cock
inside me.'

   `Well you've had many of them in your mouth,' she couldn't help but grin
at this, `so one more in the place where it's supposed to go won't harm
you'

   `But it will give me a baby,' she wailed.

   `Well that's the general idea,' Caroline said wryly, `besides,' and she
couldn't help but chuckle at what she was going to say. `Besides, I would
then be able to call you mother!' and burst out into real laughter.

   `Oh you beast!' Barbara cried out, giving Caroline a slap but joined in
the laugh.

   `Do you think it would work?' she then asked after they had laughed
themselves out.

   `We will make it work,' Caroline said. `You go to bed with him for the
purpose of having sex and when he's finished, you come back to our bed. You
stop going there once you are pregnant.'

   `What if it's a girl.'

   `Then we do it all over again.'

   `Oh Caroline,' she wailed.

   `Oh Barbara,' she mimicked, `you'll do it then?'

   `You will still love me, after...after...'

   `Of course I will, Mother.' She got another slap for that but agreed and
so she gave Richmond her answer the next night at dinner.

   He accepted the conditions that Caroline laid down that Barbara would
only stay in his bed for the purpose of being got pregnant and that she
would be back in her bed for the remainder of the time. She pointed out
that he would still be able to dally with the milk maids or whoever he
wished and he blushed, not having known that she knew of this.

   So a month later, the vicar from Liss was brought to the Manor where he
joined Lady Barbara Crompton in marriage to Earl Richmond of Belvedere.

   That night in his bed chamber, she was as shy being undressed to be seen
naked as she had been on her first day at the Manor. Richmond, now seeing
the full beauty of Barbara, wished he'd made his advances at that time. His
eyes took in the majestic loveliness of her full breasts that he'd only
seen the tops of before, the slim waist and slender legs with the triangle
of hair between the thighs. The sight brought him to a full and almost
instant erection and Barbara, following the practice of the past few years,
knelt down and took him into her mouth. She realised as she sucked on him
that this was the only cock on the estate that Caroline would never get to
suck.

   He didn't let her go the whole way for he was already trembling and
wanted to plant his seed inside her belly which was the whole point of them
getting married. She cried out when he ruptured her hymen and made a full
woman of her as he fully entered her and within a minute, had come, hoping
that his seed would not take, for he now knew what he had been missing.

   As per the agreement, when they'd finished, she gave him a kiss and left
his bed to return to that of Caroline's. Here, Barbara burst into tears and
was comforted by Caroline for the wrong reasons. Barbara didn't tell her,
that apart from the short sharp pain of being deflowered, she had enjoyed
the experience.

   Barbara still loved Caroline with all her heart, but also came to love
having Richmond make love to her, this being three times a week, and knew
that it had come to an end when she became pregnant.

   Caroline was dismayed that the child born was a girl, giving her a
sister, who was named Catherine, but Barbara was secretly delighted for she
would then, after a short while, would be having Richmond again for three
nights a week until she fell again.

   This time, it was a boy who was duly christened Carlton. Richmond was
over the moon with it being a boy but also dismayed that Barbara would no
longer be sharing his bed.

   Caroline too was disappointed to find that even though Barbara and
herself still made love to each other, Barbara had also found time to have
Richmond and became pregnant for the third time, producing yet another boy
that doubly pleased Richmond and promptly named the boy, Clifford. His joy
at having saved the name and title was short lived however, for he died
peacefully in his sleep one night, leaving Caroline and Barbara to run the
estate and raise the children, the future heirs.

   Though Caroline still gave oral sex to every male member of the estate,
she still remembered the excitement of holding up the coaches and often
wondered if she should resurrect Black Jack and once again play the part of
being a highwayman.

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