Date: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 15:34:31 +0800
From: JB
Subject: The Squire and his Lady - Part 3

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The Squire and his Lady – Part 3

As Clive, Deidre and myself walked back to the Hall from the stables, my
thighs were wobbly after riding all morning and Clive put his hairy arm
around my shoulder to support me and asked if I liked learning to ride. I
was pleased that I had managed to stay on so I suppose that there was a
sense of accomplishment and I certainly wanted to be able to ride as well
as they did, they were so comfortable on horseback.

Deidre yawned and said that she would have a bath and lunchtime siesta
after all her exertions (wink wink) while she suggested that Clive could
read the Sunday papers and prepare lunch for us all. As we entered the Hall
Clive asked Deidre if she would like me to help with her bath and gave me a
big wink, Clive was obviously having a joke but Deidre said that it was
entirely up to me and I did not need asking twice and held her hand as we
went up the stairs. As we were going upstairs I turned around and gave
Clive a cheeky grin and a big wink and Clive let out a guffaw and called me
a little rogue!

As we went into their bedroom she slipped off her blouse and jodhpurs and I
did the same so that we were just in our underclothes as we went into the
bathroom. Deidre suddenly realized that I was still wearing my pretty pink
panties, I confess I had not wanted to take them off and had kept them on
underneath my jodphurs. She asked me to run a bath while she removed her
make-up and prepared for her bath.

She went into the bedroom and slipped off her clothing and came back just
in a dressing gown.  By this time her bath was just about ready, hot but
not too hot and compete with bath salts and bubble bath it smelt
delightfully girlie. She suggested that I could get in with her and wash
her hair and back which sounded pretty good to me, slipping off her
dressing gown she climbed into the bath and I got in behind her on my
knees-so that I was tall enough to wash her long blond hair. I was really
trying to be blasé but I could not help blurting out how beautiful I
thought that she was. She said somewhat forlornly that she wished that she
was but she felt that she was too tall, that her breasts were not big
enough and she wished that she had a cute bum like mine. I absolutely could
not believe this nonsense and I told her so. I told her that she was the
most beautiful woman in the world and I reached around her back and nuzzled
my face into her the back of her neck and held her breasts gently. I was
shocked when she gave a little sob and said that I was just such a
beautiful little boy and I could feel that she was crying and that tears
were running down her cheeks, I really did not understand her sadness.

She suddenly seemed to pull herself together from this moment of weakness
and said that this was not getting her hair washed and so I set to with the
task in hand. I washed and rinsed her hair and she clearly enjoyed having
her scalp massaged and told me so. I washed her back and shoulders and she
stood while I washed her bottom and the backs of her legs and then she
turned around to face me. I had hoped that she wanted me to wash her pussy
and breasts but she sat down in the bath again and asked me to do her feet,
I was a bit disappointed I suppose. Smiling she told me that I should learn
to love other parts of women, that she loved having her feet massaged as it
made her very sexy..who would have thought? So I set to massaging the balls
of her feet and sucking on her toes and truly she did seem to be enjoying
it and relaxing and she was closing her eyes and becoming very relaxed. She
said that now it was my turn to be washed and massaged and she got behind
me to do my hair and my back, I was in a dream as I felt her soft breasts
against my back and her soapy hands massaging my front, down to my little
dickette that was as stiff as I had ever known it. She asked me if Clive
had told me about her little girl friend when she was at boarding school
and I said that he had. I wondered aloud was she still in touch with her
(Felicity), did they ever meet? She said that they had pretty much gone
their separate ways but she still thought about her from time to time as it
had been a very sweet relationship and she had enjoyed experiencing the
softer love of another girl. By this time she was fondling my dickette but
without any real passion, almost absentmindedly with her head on my
shoulder. She told me that girl love was more tender, slower and more
emotional and that, the previous evening, I had reminded her of her friend,
She told me that my eagerness to please was very endearing. She also told
me that she missed the gentle touches and the willingness to please of
Felicity, Clive was a good man and a stallion in bed but she did sometimes
miss the tenderness of Felicity. Life was about compromises and she needed
a good match, a good father to their future children and an honest
companion, Clive was all of those things.

By this time the bath was getting cold and I toweled her dry as she stood
up and passed her the dressing gown and she went to lie down in bed. I
dried myself, slipped on my panties and went to lay next to her, as I laid
down she asked me if I would like to put on my wig and nightdress to please
her. It was my pleasure and I laid down again alongside her and cuddled her
gently. I think that she liked to consider me as her little girl
friend. Her sweet breath and the smell of her powder and her perfume was
quite intoxicating and when she kissed me gently on the lips it made my
heart flutter and I was excited and short of breath. Her kisses were so
exciting, so soft and gentle and I probed her lips and her mouth with my
tongue and it just seemed so right when she gently offered her breast to
me. I held it gently and ran my tongue around the nipple and suckled on it,
I was so careful not to be rough and I waited to be asked to go further. I
was determined to please her at her own pace and to be as good a lover as
her previous friend Felicity. I could tell that my tenderness was working
and Deidre gently pushed my head lover until I was enmeshed in her golden
pubes and I could smell the sweet smell of her sex calling to me. She
continued to guide me to her clitoris and I tried to gently stroke it with
my tongue and to flick it. This was going really well as her breath was
starting to become ragged and she was mumbling what a beautiful girl I
was. I heard the door gently open behind me and guessed that Clive must
have been wondering what was going on and had come to check it out. There
was I, pantie clad bottie in the air, paying homage to Deidre's womanhood
and she was clearly getting close to the edge.

He gasped and then said that he was not quite sure where to start, on
Julie's sweet bottom or on Deidre's soft welcoming womanhood. However
Deidre said that she knew the answer and that she needed breeding
immediately and for Clive to get between her legs with his manhood without
delay. Thanking me for the warm up Clive gently pushed me to one side and
plunged straight into her, I loved to see his shiny rigid rod go in! Deidre
grunted and pushed back and then they were rutting for all they were worth,
Clive threw her legs over his shoulders and impaled her repeatedly, I was
fascinated watching him withdraw his penis, glistening with her love
juices.  Deidre wanted it her way this time and she pushed Clive over onto
his back and rode him, setting her own pace, she told him threateningly not
to climax before her. Poor Clive was clearly trying hard but I think he
only just made it as Deidre had a very noisy climax and was then
immediately followed by Clive. Deidre was twitching and bucking and sobbing
all at the same time, it was clearly a very successful breeding! After his
climax Clive gave a few more desultory thrusts before he started to soften
and dropped out, this was the cue for my clean-up operation. Deidre
dismounted and rolled onto her back panting, Clive was nearly incapable of
speech but I rolled off his condom, and wiped him with a warm towel. I
wanted to lick Deidre clean but she said that she was sorry but she was
simply too sensitive for the moment.

As Clive recovered his breath he managed to say what splendid work I had
done in preparing Deidre for his breeding and that it was positively the
best sex that he had ever experienced. Deidre muttered that he was a coarse
rogue but we all knew that she did not really mean it.  Unfortunately my
dickette had missed out on the action and I was rather resigned to having
to wait until next time and I went to lay down and cuddle Deidre. When she
had recovered from her exertions a little she suddenly became aware that I
was still hard and she told Clive that it was no good him going to sleep
now as it was now Julie's turn and she expected him to look after me
too. Well of course there was no chance of him breeding me after what he
had just experienced but in fairness he took me in his arms and then slid
down my body to take all my dickette into his warm mouth, this was what I
needed! Deidre was watching this with interest, I suppose that it was the
first time that she had seen Clive sucking a penis. Leaning over to me she
started to kiss me again with her soft sensuous kisses and Clive penetrated
me with his finger and just seconds later I was spurting my all into
Clive's mouth, I thrashed and writhed and I do not think that Clive spilt
one drop of my boy juice.

Deidre said that we should leave her alone as she needed her afternoon
Siesta and said to me that she had laid out some girlie clothes for me, I
could be dressed as a girl all afternoon as we had the house to
ourselves. As she started to nod off she admonished me not to wear too much
make up and she would check to see that I was suitably dressed when she
came downstairs after her snooze.

Clive and I both kissed her gently on the cheek and quietly left the
bedroom, I went to my own bedroom to clean up and see what clothes that she
had left me and Clive went downstairs, a truly happy man with Deidre's
instructions to make a sandwich for our lunch.  After I had cleaned up I
saw that Deidre had laid out a very summery red and yellow print dress with
a broad yellow belt, white stockings and some soft shoes. I applied my make
up with great moderation, just a hint of rouge, eye make-up and a pale
lipstick and then with my little falsies I got dressed. Tying my hair
behind me head into a pony tail I felt that I had the right look of a
pretty young girl but without looking like a slut, I wondered what Clive
would think.

As I walked down the stairs Clive was viewing me appraisingly and he wolf
whistled his appreciation, I modestly kept my head low and walked up to
hold his arm in mine and he sat down and told me to sit on his knee as he
wanted to talk to me. Rather than sitting me in his lap, which I expected,
he guided me to his knee and I lovingly leant over and put my head on his
shoulder. He spoke to me in a quiet tone and was quite serious, very unlike
his usually cavalier manner.

Clive asked me if Deidre had spoken to me of her past and I admitted that
she had not, I only knew that she came from "good stock", she was his
fiancée and they were getting married next year and would be living some
distance away. I had not really delved further than that but Clive felt
that I was old enough and should hear the full story.

Apparently when Deidre referred to her parents, they were actually her step
parents as her natural parents had been savagely murdered when she was just
a child. They used to own a sprawling station in Kenya and they had all
lived there happily when Deidre was young, then they had then sent her to
boarding school in England when she was in her early teens. One evening her
parents were returning to their station from an embassy ball when they were
ambushed by Mau Mau terrorists and they were both brutally slaughtered, her
mother having been raped and then had her throat cut - apparently her
father had been made to watch before they decapitated him. The savage
incident had traumatised Deidre and she had gone to live with her auntie
and uncle who had raised her as their own. When her grandparents passed
away they left Deidre, the only grand child, the manor house and a
significant endowment such that she would never need to worry about
money. Apparently Deidre was actually Lady Deidre Thistlewhite but she
never used the title herself. She came from serious "old money" and was
terribly well bred, but had been mentally scarred by her life experiences
and was rather vulnerable. Imagine my shame when I realized that she had
carried all this hurt and yet that she had been upset for me when I told
her that I had been raped, a mere trifle in comparison. I made a mental
note not to be such a drama queen in the future. Stiff upper lip and all
that.

I listened in silence with tears welling up in my eyes, Clive looked at me
and kissed me gently on the cheek and stroked my cheek, he was
uncharacteristically tender. He said that he loved her dearly and that he
would do anything he could to protect her from any further harm - he knew
that he was weak with his attraction to young boys but he felt that if he
was open and honest that she might accept his failings. It was a challenge
for him in introducing me to Deidre, a challenge for himself to be open and
honest about his weakness and for Deidre to accept the strange relationship
between Clive and myself. As he looked into my eyes he too had tears in his
eyes and he asked me to protect her as much as I could, I sobbed with
emotion as I could never imagine hurting her and we hugged each other - man
and boy/girl with a shared love for Lady Deidre.  As we both managed to
control our emotion I asked him a question that had been bothering me, I
told him that I felt uncomfortable calling Clive by his given name and the
same with Deidre as it sounded almost disrespectful, particularly now as I
knew that she was actually a proper Lady. He laughed and said that he knew
what I meant, it might particularly be an issue in front of the staff or
other adults, we agreed that henceforth I would call him Sir (as I did my
teachers) and that henceforth I would call Deidre – Ma'am or My Lady.

It was a good heart to heart talk and I was pleased that Clive / Sir had
treated me as an adult and told me the facts. I really swore to myself that
I would die before I caused them any harm and I never ever did.

So with that Clive told me to go and eat my sandwich and let him admire my
clothes, I pirouetted and showed him my sexy panties before I sat opposite
him to eat my lunch. He thought that I looked like a very well brought up
young lady in my outfit and that the make-up was much more modest and
appropriate. He said that I looked as if I could use a jolly good roggering
but I think this was bravado and a compliment as we were still quite
emotional about Deidre I suspect. He held my hand tenderly across the table
and looked into my eyes, that gesture felt so very appropriate, very loving
and I thought the more of him for it.  As we were finishing lunch Deidre
came down the stairs and walked towards us with a lazy smile and asked what
we had both been up to? I think that she probably thought that "Sir" had
been having his evil way with me but I convincingly said that we had just
been talking and she raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked "Really and
what were we talking about? I suppose that we both looked sheepish but I
blurted out that we had been talking about her and I ran over to her and
cuddled her, burying my face in her soft bosom and tears were running
unashamedly down my face and Clive was not far behind me, the great softie!
Deidre said that we were indeed a bunch of softies and that she supposed
that Clive had been telling me about her parents, I could only nod but
Clive came over and we all hugged there was so much tender love in the
room! It was a memorable moment that came to symbolize the very best time
of our relationship.  We lead Deidre to the table and sat her down for her
lunch and made a big fuss over her, Clive told her with a smile that from
now on I would be calling her Ma'am and calling himself Sir as it was more
appropriate with other people around. I also felt that it more accurately
depicted my (willing) serving role to them both. Deidre giggled girlishly
and said that she did not mind what she was called as long as we loved her,
truly my heart was breaking with love for her.

Noticing my girlie clothing for the first time she asked me what I thought
and I responded that I thought it was very demure but I wondered did she
think it was classy. She did! On that theme she wondered did I ever want to
go outside dressed as a girl but I was not sure of the answer. I wanted to
look pretty and I liked the thought of my dickette in nice panties and
unconstrained by trousers in a nice frock, but I was not at all sure if I
would look silly. She looked at me appraisingly and said that as I did not
yet have hairs on my chin and if I kept my voice low then I would be fine,
would I like to try it for dinner that evening? This was a hard decision
and I said that if she could make me look like a pretty young girl then
perhaps I could try it. She smiled and the train was set I motion, I would
be going outside for the first time dressed as a girl, I was nervous but
committed.  That afternoon, after lunch, we went for a walk around the
grounds and took the motor launch for a spin on the Lake. The lake was like
a mirror and reflected the hills around it, the scenery was spectacular and
our launch was the only one on the lake and we anchored it off a small
rocky island and took a blanket ashore and relaxed together. They treated
me like an adult and told me of their business in Manchester but they knew
that it was only a passing phase as they would be moving into the Lady
Deidre's Manor house after they married. Clive was interested in politics
and his father Algernon wanted him to stand for Parliament but Clive
himself was not so sure. Anyway the afternoon passed quickly in a very
enjoyable way, just enjoying each other's company and as it stared to get
chilly we headed back to the hall to get ready for dinner.

Deidre took her obligation to me very seriously as she wanted me to look
entirely convincing as a young girl. She took a long time preparing me and
tied my wig back into a conservative bun, but then added a pretty pink
ribbon to give it style. She put on my little padded bra and then gave me a
white lacey top that was pretty and allowed people to see my bra but it was
entirely with good taste. She gave me a pair of quite sexy lacey panties
and a full black skirt that gave me freedom and hid my little boy
bulge. Then with a pair of thigh length white stockings and a little gold
chain around my neck, a little pair of clip on earrings and then with a
gauze like silky pashmina she pronounced me to be just perfect and she said
that no one would ever know that I was a young boy. Looking in the mirror I
thought that I did look very attractive and yet nothing was excessive, I do
not think that my own mother would have recognized me. I realized that when
I had been taught to use make up by my Scoutmaster it was perhaps by
someone that lacked taste and did not really understand that sometimes less
is more.

Deidre herself dressed formally for dinner with long black dress, high
heels, pearls and a very expensive looking bracelet. She looked like a
million dollars, elegant, refined and just like a model from High
Society. When we went next door to Clive's bedroom he was dressed in a
dinner jacket and looking very handsome, I was so proud to be their little
friend. When we walked to Deidre's Jaguar she said that Clive could be the
chauffeur for the evening and us girls would sit in the back seat. Clive
doffed his imaginary forelock and asked "where to my Ladies" and we both
giggled and off we drove. It was twilight by this time and the scenery was
spectacular as we drove along the country roads and alongside the Lake,
Clive drove considerately and Deidre held my hand tenderly and gave me
instructions on acting like a well brought up young lady. Of course my
coarse accent gave lie to my birth but she said that if anyone asked then
we would say they were looking after the daughter of one of the employees,
this was a plausible excuse we could always use.

The Lakeview was a very fine establishment and as we drove up the driveway
all the lights were on and clients were staring out of the windows over the
spectacular lake views, not that there was a lot to see as it was nearly
dark by this time. As we entered the Maitre d' came bustling over and
profusely and I thought unnecessarily loudly, welcomed Clive and Lady
Deidre to the establishment. Clive and Lady Deidre were obviously very well
known at that restaurant. By this time it was relatively late and many of
the diners had already left but there were still quite a few scattered
around. I think we made a very classy entrance, with Deidre walking arm in
arm with me and walking quite slowly and elegantly, I was certain that a
few of the gentlemen were looking at me, but in reality it was more likely
that they were admiring Deidre who looked every inch an elegant Lady. I
felt confident that Deidre had prepared me well and that anyway most of the
attention would be on Deidre. It certainly felt strange knowing that I just
had a pair of sexy little panties under my skirt, I thought it was very
sexy. I was sure that a few of the gentlemen were giving me a special
appraising look so I think I was certainly looking the girlie part and I
gained in confidence with every step that I took. Deidre gave my hand a
special squeeze and Clive put his arm around my shoulder in pride (and
possession) and we were shown to our table and the Maître d' made a fuss
of sitting us down and I tried to be very nonchalant about this as I really
was not sure what to do, so I just followed Deidre's lead. Apparently it
was silver service whatever that means and there seemed to be a surplus of
cutlery and I had no idea at all where to start but Deidre said that I
should just follow her lead but that the basic rule was to start from the
outside and work towards the inside.

The menu was in French and I struggled to understand it though I was
learning French at school but Deidre said that it was OK with me then she
would order for me. They both seemed so absolutely in their element and it
gave me pause to think of my own poor family who would never experience
dining like this. Deidre's breeding really shone through and the waiters
were extremely attentive and calling her My Lady, she just took it all for
granted and blessed me with one of her kind smiles and quietly said that no
one would ever guess that I was a boy as I looked so feminine and sweet, in
fact with a wink she suggested that half the men there would love to bed
me.  She told me that pretty teenage girls are simply irresistible to
mature men and to make the most of my youth! I looked around and I thought
that she might be right - it made my dickette twitch. She placed her hand
on mine lovingly and squeezed and Clive was watching us with his cheesy,
knowing grin. I was sure that I knew what he was thinking!

Dinner took quite a long time with lots of small tasty courses and the
tastes were very new to me as I was more familiar with plain cooking, they
had various glasses of wine and I was allowed to try some, mixed with water
of course as they felt that I should learn about wines and they explained
the nuances of each one. The Maitre d' looked somewhat disapproving when he
saw me sipping wine but Deidre looked him straight in the eye just daring
him to make comment, he clearly decided that he had not seen anything and
furtively looked away. Deidre was quite clearly upper crust and not at all
used to her social inferiors daring to pass any judgment on her decisions.

During dinner they spook of their shared love of all things equestrian and
told me that they were a part of the "horsey' set and tended to attend
various equestrian competitions in the North of England and so were away
many weekends, this was very disappointing to me as I supposed that this
would mean that I would see less of them. They really tried to include me
in the conversation and wanted to know how I saw my future? did I have a
part time job? what did my parents do? hobbies other than fishing? Would I
be going to University? and I really felt that by the time that dinner was
over that they knew everything there was to know about me.

Towards the end of the meal the orchestra played the "Happy Birthday" song
and I was embarrassed when two waiters brought in a special birthday cake
for me and sang "Happy birthday dear Julie a happy birthday to you" I think
I blushed bright red, but it was so thoughtful of them and I felt quite
special, particularly when they both stood up and kissed my cheeks.

It was quite late when we finished and all the other dinners had left. We
climbed into Deidre's Jaguar for the drive home, Clive was again our
chauffeur and we were in the back seat. They asked me if I had enjoyed it
and I thanked them profusely because it really left me with a wonderful
memory. Deidre asked me how I felt about being dressed as a girl and I told
her honestly that I felt confident because they were with me and I did like
being admired by the gentlemen. They both laughed at my honesty and Clive
told me I was developing into a real little hussy, Clive told me that he
knew of several of his friends who he knew would just love to bed me and I
giggled.

On the drive back to the Hall Deidre slipped off her shoes and tucked up
her legs onto the seat beside me and I could not resist the urge to start
to massage her feet lovingly and after about 5 minutes her toes started to
curl in appreciation and she said that she would get more comfortable and
unfastened her nylons and rolled them off to give me better access to her
toes. I noticed that Clive was glancing in the rear view mirror and
smiling. I took each of her toes and massaged them and rubbed the soles of
her feet and by this time she was almost purring and I lifted one of her
feet and sucked on each of her toes lovingly. She told me that I was a most
attentive young girl and that I would make a beautiful sensuous lover to my
partners, I was not so sure about that as I was very conscious of my small
package, but she seemed quite genuine. But by this time it was past my
normal bed time and I was starting to fall asleep and she said to put my
head in her lap and try to sleep. She was gently stroking my face and I
suppose that I was fast asleep in no time.  When we arrived back at the
Hall Lady Deidre woke me and I started to walk towards the doorway but I
staggered a little as I was not fully awake, before I knew it Clive picked
me up in his strong arms and carried me up to my bedroom and they both
gently undressed me, leaving me just in my pretty panties and kissed me
tenderly on the cheek. I fell asleep immediately and the last thing I
remembered was them leaving my bedroom to go to their own.

The next morning was Sunday morning and I awoke at dawn with the sun
streaming through the windows. I quietly went down the stairs as I assumed
that Clive and Deidre were still asleep. I really appreciated the birthday
dinner they had given me and their love and obvious affection. I thought
that I would make them a tray of tea and toast when I heard any movement
and I just spent the time looking at books in the library and wandering
onto the patio overlooking the garden and the lake. With it being Sunday I
knew that none of the staff would be coming in that day so there was no one
to surprise me as I browsed around just dressed in my girlie panties. At
around 7.30 I heard some noise and so I prepared the tea and toast and went
upstairs and knocked gently at the door of their bedroom. Lady Deidre said
to enter and I went in with the tray, she was delighted with my
thoughtfulness and it showed, Clive was still half asleep and grunted which
I think was his thanks also. Deidre said to hop into bed between Clive and
herself and I needed no second invitation at all , it smelt warm and
inviting and with a waft of perfume and powder as she drew back the sheets
for me. She tucked my head into her shoulder and kissed me tenderly on the
forehead and told me what a sweet little thing I was and that they were so
lucky to have me as their special friend. I was so relaxed and I was just
enjoying the tenderness and the tenderness. Clive was back asleep I suspect
and we lay there for some time, just enjoying the intimacy and the tea and
toast must have been quite cold. I think that we must have both drifted off
to sleep again but when I awoke Deidre was still holding me in her arms.

When Deidre saw that I was awake she whispered that we should get up and
try not to wake Clive who enjoyed his Sunday morning lie in and she slipped
on a silk dressing gown and we went downstairs to the kitchen together
where she made a light breakfast of scrambled eggs on toast and fresh tea
and we enjoyed a cosy breakfast together on the patio overlooking the lake.

After breakfast she suggested that that we might get dressed and go for a
stroll around the lake before they had to take me back to town. As there
was no help in on the Sunday and the front gates to the Hall were locked
she said I could still stay dressed as a girl for the morning and that she
would lay out some clothes for me while I took my bath. With that we
quietly went back upstairs, sleepy head Clive had still not risen.  When I
came out of my bathroom Deidre had laid out a pretty dress with halter top,
clean white pretty panties, a clean little padded bra, some three quarter
length white stockings and a large silky scarf that matched the dress and a
pair of comfortable flat shoes. I did my own make up, donned my wig, tied
my hair in a pony tail and quietly went downstairs to wait for Deidre. When
she came down she had two broad brimmed floppy hats , one for each of us
and we went out into the garden where she admired her handy work. I had
started to notice that she had actually chosen outfits that were very
similar to her own on a smaller scale and she was, I suppose, training me
in what constituted good taste. She fiddled with the scarf and told me
that, where possible, I should always try to cover my Adams Apple as that
was the only thing that could differentiate me from a proper girl, I had
not been aware of that and I thanked her but she said the majority of
people would never notice.

We walked down to the lake arm in arm and I remember thinking that our
relationship was becoming one of confidantes and friends. When we reached
the water's edge, close to the boatshed we sat on a seat and looked out
across the lake, it was spectacularly beautiful and the weather was sunny
and warm. She had her arm around my shoulders and suggested that I lie with
my head in her lap as she wanted to talk to me. As I lay there she caressed
my cheek with her hand and as the sun was shining in my eyes she draped the
silky scarf over my face and it felt beautiful to lie there on her lap in
the sunlight.

Deidre told me that they had been discussing me the previous evening and
had an idea and she would like to know what I thought about it?  They had
asked me if I had a part time job and I responded that I sometimes did a
paper round or help out on a milk round which I could do before I went to
school, but I did not have anything regular. Anyway she asked me if I would
like to look after their horses at the weekends as Sean the farm laborer
preferred to keep his weekends free? Apparently they had an old apartment
above the garage which had originally been built for a chauffeur when the
house was being built at the beginning of the 20th Century but it was now
just a store room. They had discussed me coming up on a Friday night,
cleaning the stables and tack and exercising the horses, they were sure
that Sean would train me if he thought that he no longer had to come at the
weekend. They were prepared to pay me for it as the job came with
responsibilities and I would have to work hard but I might enjoy it as I
could go also go fishing if I wished. What they were concerned about was
how I might get on with Clive's father Algernon and they did not want to
create any problems. So if I promised to work hard and earn my keep would I
be interested? They were clearly concerned about mixing employment and
pleasure but felt that it might work if I understood their position, they
were very keen to help me but a little nervous about the consequences.

I fully understood the position and I said that I would love to take the
job as it would help to give me some pocket money and I really liked the
idea of getting away from our house for the weekend, but I would need to
convince my parents about the idea. Deidre said to leave that to them as
they intended to come and ask them when they took me back into town, they
were sure it would not be a problem but that I would first have to launch
the idea before they came around to my home. I was really excited and she
said that we could go and look at the chauffeurs quarters before we went
back into the Hall. Deidre was still concerned about my ability to work and
get along with Algernon but I made a commitment to myself that I would
become indispensable around the place and I told Deidre that I had fully
understood their concerns but that they would never regret giving me the
chance.

But our heart to heart chat had not yet finished and the conversation moved
on to affairs of the heart. She wanted to know what attracted me to Clive
in the first place and I had to think before I answered. I told her that it
was his smile and good humour, he seemed so friendly and relaxed but also
he was the type of gentleman that appealed to me, well built, tall with a
broad chest and a little bit hairy. Of course I giggled when I mentioned
that he seemed to have a nice bulge in his trousers and she laughed
too. She told me that girls like to have someone who can protect them, be a
good provider, care for them, someone who will be a good father to their
children but she thought that honesty and a sense of humour is really
important because after the good looks of youth have faded they still need
to be friends. She said that she had no doubts that Clive would end up
looking like his father who was bald and somewhat portly but she knew that
she too would have wrinkles and saggy breasts. For a long and happy life I
needed to meet a soul mate and not just someone that was well endowed.

This was all very deep for me but I never forgot her words, as usual they
were very reflective and wise. She admitted that Clive did have a nice
bulge and I was not the first to notice. Apparently many of the girls at
their equestrian events giggled to one another when Clive was around in his
tight jodphurs, these were the hussies that she worried about -but she had
to admit that Clive either did not notice or did not seem interested. I
confess my dickette had started to stir when we started to discuss it as I
was imagining his penis sliding into me all slippy and rampant...be still
my beating heart! Deidre noticed of course and she said that she knew what
I was thinking about and her hand gently fondled my package briefly through
my dress before moving back to my cheek. She opened up to me and told me
that Clive had tried to breed her derriere once but it hurt too much and so
Clive had stopped and never tried again. She went on to say that she could
scarcely believe it when she had seen me take his full length in my little
bottie and that I clearly enjoyed it and even climaxed. How could I do that
she wondered? I was not really embarrassed but I was certainly surprised as
Deidre was usually more reserved and I felt honoured that she was treating
me like a friend and asking such intimate questions. I told her that I had
been taught that it was a question of cleanliness, preparation and practice
and that it always hurt initially but now it hardly hurt at all as long as
I was properly relaxed, I giggled when I told her that I had practiced with
the biggest carrot I could find and she tittered behind her hand.

She told me that when Clive first told her of our relationship she was
concerned. Although she knew that he had previously engaged in sexual
relations with a boy, she felt that she could not criticize as she had also
engaged in a same sex relationship at boarding school. She did however want
to know more about the attraction of man to boy and she had been to the
local library to do some research. Apparently in in Greek and Roman times
it was common for a mature man to have a young boy as his lover but that it
was culturally accepted, of particular note to her was that this occurred
outside of an otherwise happy marriage and the fact that it was not
particularly secretive and that the wives did not feel threatened was of
some solace to her, Clive was not the first!

By this time my dickette was stretching at the fabric of the dress and Lady
Deidre said that she could see that I needed the manly charms of Clive and
I responded "or yours My Lady!" and she laughed and said that I was an
impudent young rogue and she hoped Clive would smack my bottom. But now she
said that this was my turn as Clive had done his duty towards her the
previous evening when I was fast asleep. So with that we got up and walked
back to the house arm in arm, looking at the old apartment was suddenly no
longer the top of my priority list. As we walked there was a noticeable
tent in the front of my skirt and Lady Deidre made fun of my excitement and
anticipation. Poor Clive had no idea what was in store for him when we
walked up to the patio, he was just finishing his late breakfast and he
beamed to see us both arm in arm and smiling. Deidre assumed her best Gone
with the Wind accent and said to Clive that Miss Julie was a needing his
manly charms and he had better be quick as we had to leave soon. He played
all coy and responded that he could scarce remember Miss Julie's charms and
he might need a reminding. He suggested that I might care to remove my
purty lill' panties so that he could see what was on offer as he might not
be interested. With that I stepped out of my panties and lifted the front
of my skirt to reveal my rigid little dickette all shiny and ready for
action, when he indicated to turn around I twirled around, lifted my skirt
and flashed my little bottom for his inspection. Deidre was standing with
her hands on her hips enjoying the game and Clive supposedly reluctantly
said that it would be his duty to pleasure such a pretty little lady and
held out his hand for mine to lead me up the stairs. I turned around to
Lady Deidre and offered her my hand for her to join us, but she shook her
head and said that it was my turn, but that we might care to leave the
bedroom door open. I know that she found it exciting to watch Clive
breeding me and sucking on my dickette. As we went up the stairs she
admonished Clive to be sure that he properly looked after my needs.

Entering the bedroom Clive stood me in front of the mirror, took off his
clothes and stood behind me, his rampant pole was already pressing into my
bottom. He told me that he was going to breed me as a boy today and did I
mind? I did not mind at all and he proceeded to undress me and take off my
wig, I did feel quite naked and ugly without my girlie things, but he did
not seem to mind and I relaxed. He was already starting to slide up and
down between my cheeks and I knew that he would soon be deep inside me, but
he stopped, picked me up and laid me gently on my back on the bed and went
straight to work with his mouth on my dickette. I was feeling a little
frustrated because I wanted his manhood in my mouth but he said that I
should relax as it was my turn and his mouth was warm and wet and I knew
that I would soon be spurting if I could not slow him down. It only got
worse when he started to loosen my bottom with his large fingers and, using
lots of gel, he was deliberately rubbing on my special spot. I begged him
to stop as I did not want to climax just yet and thankfully he
listened. Still he continued the loosening process but at least he stopped
the sucking and just licked instead and this enabled me to regain a little
control. I thanked him sincerely for wanting to please me first but I
really felt the need to pleasure him first and I hoped that he
understood. He nodded and did not complain when I went down on him and
filled my mouth with his rampant pole, this was better for me.

I noticed Deidre stood in the doorway with her kindly smile and it seemed
as though she was encouraging me to please her man. Clive stopped me
sucking him and he drew me up to his mouth and started kissing me with his
hands cusping the cheeks of my bottie and pressing against me and I rolled
over to have him on top of me as he continued kissing and pressing against
me. His tongue was now invading my mouth and I was starting to get the
familiar feeling of submission and breathlessness as I knew he would soon
be entering me. My arms were around his back, clasping him to me and
encouraging him and I wriggled so that his manhood was now at my
entrance. I reached to the bedside table for the gel and reached down to
rub it into his penis to prepare for my breeding and he groaned in pleasure
and anticipation. Folding back my legs to my chest he started to press
against me and with very little resistance the head of his penis slipped
inside me and now it was my turn to groan. He pushed his length into me
quite quickly and it took my breath away and I drew my breath at the pain,
usually he took his time before he was fully inside me but today he was
dominating me and clarifying who was in control. However he then paused,
deep inside me, and starting twitching and just making small movements and
I soon became frustrated and wanted his thrusts and to feel his balls
slapping against me. No sooner had I thought this when he drew back to the
entrance and then drove it home again to the hilt inside of me, the sound
of his balls slapping against me sounded quite loud and was definitely a
turn on. Then he started the insistent deep thrusting that I loved so
much. This was what I enjoyed, this was a first class breeding and I could
not help it as I made noises of appreciation that were almost like a kitten
mewing mixed with groans of appreciation. He was now holding my arms down
against the bed and my legs were raised in the air over his back as he
plundered my receptive little bottie. I knew Deidre was watching us and
that only seemed to add to the pleasure in some perverse way. After several
minutes of this he turned me onto my hands and knees and entered me from
behind, thrusting deeply and with his hands cusped around my waist, drawing
me to him to suit his pace. I was now unashamedly grunting with pleasure as
each stroke bottomed out and I saw Deidre standing, smiling at me and with
one hand between her legs - she was obviously enjoying the scene.

This was developing into a memorable session and he was starting to hit my
spot with every thrust. I was pretty sure that I would be able to climax
from this alone and my eyes were starting to roll from the deep
breeding. Then he wanted to change position and rolled me over, without
withdrawing from me so that now I was sat on his lap, his arms wrapped
around me and my legs bent supporting my weight, he had not taken me in
this position before and I was not sure what to expect. My dickette was
rigid and had been all through the breeding, often in the past I had gone
limp when he penetrated me, but not this time and it was waggling around
with every thrust. Deidre was watching with one hand covering her mouth. I
was lifting myself and setting my own thrusting pace and I felt truly
possessed as Clive held me close to his broad chest and one hand reached to
massage my rigid dickette. His manhood was hitting my special spot every
time and I knew that I had no control and I was on the homeward run to a
beautiful climax, but from the sounds behind me I knew that Clive was not
far behind and as he thrust deep into me once again I exploded, my bottie
was on fire, my dickette was spouting, my eyes rolling and I was almost
screaming with the pleasure. This was a breeding like no other and it set a
whole new benchmark for my expectations. Seeing me erupt pushed Clive over
the top, I think he had been holding back for me and he grunted and thrust
again, he splashed into me and I could feel it deep inside of me. As he
continued to thrust it was still hitting my spot and I was having mini
climaxes with each thrust, I had never experienced this before and I was
still hard, although perhaps not quite so hard as I had been. Clive too was
slowing his pace until he lay back flat on the bed and held me with my back
to his chest, his manhood was still inside me and his hand caressing my
dickette but his breathing was ragged and he had worked up a sweat with his
exertions. He nibbled gently on my ear and told me that I was a beautiful
little boy and that this had been a memorable breeding, I thought so too.

It was really fulfilling to be held in his broad arms and to still be
filled by his softening penis, I guess this was the afterglow of a
brilliant session. We were both lying there, Clive twitching inside of me
when Deidre walked over to us and stood beside the bed, she was very
flushed and her cheeks were quite pink and she told us that this was so
exciting to watch and she was so happy that Clive had given me so much
pleasure, I was not sure where things would go from there as we were both
exhausted and Clive's manhood was slipping from my wet little bottie. But
Deidre told Clive to clean me up as we would have to go soon, and acting on
her instruction he stood me up next to the bed and wrapped his warm lips
around my dickette and cleaned it, I was not sure if this was what Deidre
meant but it certainly did the job, perhaps too much as it started to
twitch again. Clive and Deidre laughed and said I was a little slut but to
go and get cleaned up. Before I did so I felt that it was my job to make
sure that Clive was clean and I took a warm soapy flannel and knelt down to
make sure that there was no taint or unpleasant smells. Patting him dry
with a towel I skipped into the bathroom leaving Clive laid back on the bed
gazing lovingly at Deidre, it was useful that the toilet was en-suite as
his goo was now running out of me down my leg and there seemed to be a
gallon of it – the virile beast!  When I had finished my toilette I
wrapped a towel around my waist and went back into the bedroom, Clive was
holding Deidre in his arms and looking admiringly at her. He said that he
was the luckiest man alive, well he was not going to get any disagreement
from me, that was for sure. Deidre told us lovers both to hurry up and get
dressed as they needed to take me back home, as I left the room she gave me
her gentle smile and said to make sure that I removed all the make-up and
nail polish.

Grudgingly I got dressed in my old threadbare clothes and soon we were
ready to go and my girlie things were packed in a suit case, Deidre said
that we would drop it off at the old chauffeur's quarters and then I should
hide the key. I had not yet seen the quarters as I had been sidetracked by
my desires but walking up the wooden stairs to the apartment above the
garage I was curious what my new home from home would look like. Clive said
that it would be very dusty but that he would get Sean the laborer to clean
it up for me and get some bedding and towels. When he unlocked the door and
we went in I thought it was not too bad at all, even though it had not been
lived in for 50 years, it was very sound with modern conveniences and a
large bed and windows with a nice view over the lake and with the stables
just a few yards away. They were very apologetic but I thought it was
great, I suppose it was a question of perspective. This would be my first
apartment that I could (almost) call my own. Before I could spend further
time exploring we had to leave as they were getting behind their schedule,
they were driving back to Manchester that evening.

Clive drove Deidre's Jaguar and I sat companionably in the back seat with
her Ladyship, just holding hands and exchanging smiles.  They suggested
that they first drop me off near my home and that I could then tell my
parents that I had been fishing again and I had been offered a part time
job as a stable boy at the Hall, but that they were on their way to check
that it was OK with my parents. I thought that this was an excellent plan,
but I was a bit embarrassed about them seeing our very working class
home. They both smiled and said not to worry and Deidre clasped my hand in
reassurance.  So that is what we did, I told my parents that Clive and Lady
Deidre were coming around to see if it was OK for me to work part time as a
stable boy, of course they were not worried about me working, that was just
one irritation less, they were more worried about cleaning the house for
the arrival of the gentry.

Half an hour later there was the sound of a car arriving with a knock on
the door immediately thereafter. My father went to the door and returned
into the parlor, followed by Clive and Lady Deidre and I was suddenly very
embarrassed by our humble lifestyle, the wall paper was discolored by
cigarette smoke (both my parents smoked) and the coal fire, the couch was
dingy and somehow I had never noticed it all before. Clive and Deidre
introduced themselves to my mother, I suppose they had introduced
themselves to my father at the front door, they apologized for not being
able to stay for a cup of tea as they had to get back to Manchester. Clive
explained that he met me while fishing and that I had helped out with the
horses. As I seemed quite interested they would be happy to employ me to
help out as a stable boy and do odd jobs around the Hall, suitably
remunerated of course. Either Clive's parents or themselves would be around
to make sure that I never got into any mischief, how did they feel about
it? After checking with me that I wanted to work there they said that it
should not be a problem, of course they were probably overawed by the
request from such gentry. As they stood to leave Clive said to me that he
would speak to Algernon and I could start next Friday evening, they said
that they were sure it would work out well and with that they drove off
down the street, I supposed that quite a few of the nosey neighbors were
peering from behind their curtains to see who the posh visitors were. I
knew that within the next half hour most of the neighborhood would know
that we had been visited by Clive and Lady Deidre, no doubt with some
embellishments along the way.

Of course as we went back into the parlour I knew that I would be grilled
on the details of how I came to meet them and so forth. Sure enough I had
to endure the questioning and of course I did leave out some of the details
which might not have necessarily helped my position, but there were no
major issues and Mum could not wait to get into the back street to spread
the gossip. They spoke of Clive and Deidre as royalty, my memories of them
were of glorious couplings and my head buried between the legs of Lady
Deidre, but that is very unfair as it certainly devalues what had taken
place.  There was a real tenderness and affection between the three of
us. Clive was just a lusty rascal but I felt reasonably sure that Lady
Deidre felt uneasy about sex with a young boy, albeit a very willing young
boy. There was no doubt whatsoever in my mind that they cared for me and
that I cared for them.

I went to my room to reflect on the happy memories of the weekend; I had
sex with a woman for the first time and I had enjoyed glorious rampant sex
with my man lover. In fact as I lay on the bed I could still feel his man
juice trickling out of me and I felt empty. I could not wait to start my
new job with them the next weekend...

To be continued