"One thousand," Jane said as she stepped naked from her shoes and clothing, "Guineas."
"A bargain," Lord D smiled and he grasped Jane around her waist and pulled her to him.
He pressed her against the wall beside the door frame. His lips found her lips. His tongue flicked around her teeth. He kissed her neck and then with no further ado he stooped slightly, he aimed his rampant penis at her quim and he straightened, forcing his member firmly up into her womb.
"My lord!" Jane cried as he ripped her poor defenceless maidenhead away as he possessed her.
"What say you sweet Eliza," Lord D demanded, "And how would you relish such a fucking?" he asked as he thrust into Jane time and again.
"You disgust me sir," Eliza cried, "You have not the grace of a wild bore let alone a stallion!"
"And bore you should know well, why I have never been as bored in my life as listening to your incessant tattle!" he said nastily, "While my sweet Jane reads quietly and sneaks glances at me and dreamed improper dreams of being ravished and fucked by me, am I not right Jane."
"Only about me," Jane gasped, "Eliza was only making conversation!"
"Oh?" he, enquired, "Very loyal, now on your back madam, by the fireside, let me check what comfort you can afford me."
"No pray continue," Jane pleaded.
"On your back I say," he repeated and he slipped his still rampant penis from her.
Jane staggered slightly as he released her. She gasped in surprise at the unexpected turn of events, "On the carpet by the fire, quickly," he insisted.
Jane obeyed, she sat decorously on the fireside carpet and parted her knees as she lay back. She parted the lips of her quim with her fingers to ease his entry as John lay with her and eased his cock back within her willing womb.
"Now show me your love," he suggested as he pressed himself deep inside her, allowing his chest to rub against her breasts as he did so. He kissed her neck, her cheek and her lips in turn before in a rush his climax came.
His cum filled her completely or so she thought. Poor Jane thought she had reached heaven on earth as the moment came and passed.
She went from heaven to hell in an instant as Lord D pulled his cock from her quim and ordered, "Suck me clean wench."
She did not dare refuse, even though his member glistened with juices and slime, she forced herself to allow him to push it between his lips. She forced herself to clean the slime with her tongue. His slime. His seed. His essence. His nectar. He groaned and she felt his member stiffening again.
"Clean me don’t rouse me!" he sighed.
She had no reply as his cock filled her mouth entirely.
"Oh for heaven’s woman desist," Lord D ordered, "Bend over the end of the chaise longe. I wish to sample your other orifice."
"No, not that," Jane pleaded as she released his member from her mouth.
"Yes, no argument!" He insisted, "Stand and bend!"
Eliza looked on in silent horror as Jane reluctantly stood up and moved to the chaise longue.
"Bend over let the arm support you," Lord D instructed as Jane slowly bent from the waist and supported herself on her elbows and her stomach.
He came up behind her and pressed his member at her brown hole, "Ugghh!" he gasped as he pressed against her. Her brown hole resisted and his member slipped off her brown bud and slithered up the cleft of her buttocks. He tried again but his member slipped again, a third time he tried with a different angle and this time his member slipped down. Down towards her juicy quim.
He sighed, he grasped his member and reluctantly eased it into her moist and willing quim.
He held her. He cupped her breasts. He kissed her neck and pressed ever further inside her.
"Ohhhh, my lord!" Jane gasped as he kneaded her nipples. Her womb was on fire again as he opened her ever wider and then he started to cum.
He gasped as the red hot cum pulsed from his balls, through his rampant cock and burst into her willing womb.
Jane was in heaven, she squealed in delight as his cum flooded into her willing womb once more.
"John what are you doing in there?" someone asked as they opened the door.
Jane looked round guiltily to see John‘s mother standing there, "John for heaven’s sake!" the mother continued, "Where is your sense of propriety, where is your sense!"
"Mother!" John gasped.
"Can you not wait until you are wed?" she asked, "And you, you are supposed to be the chaperone?" she asked Eliza, "Oh, but you are Miss Forthampton, so who is that?"
"My chaperone My Lady," Eliza said sadly, "It was awful."
"So get dressed, and get out you whore!" the mother shouted in horror.
"I’m sorry," Jane stammered.
"It was horrible!" Eliza protested, "He just turned on her, like an animal."
"John, what were you thinking of?" his mother demanded.
"I was bored," he said off handedly as he pulled his breeches up.
Jane desperately pulled her dress around herself.
"And you? What is your excuse?" John’s mother demanded.
"I love him," she said simply.
"Stupid girl, half the village girls love him, half the village children are John’s, how much did he offer?" she asked.
"She was willing mother, where is the problem?" John asked, "Though perhaps we should have locked the door."
"You are supposed to be courting Miss Forthampton!" his mother chided.
"But she is so interminably tedious and dull," he insisted.
"And Miss, what ever her name is a towering giant of intellectual prowess?" she asked.
He continued fastening his shirt and replied "She sits quietly and reads her book and fornicates most amiably, that mother is what I seek in a wife!"
"What you describe is a whore dear," she replied, and she turned to Jane "You are still here be gone!"
"Indeed Madam," Jane replied as she straightened her dress, "Just as soon as I am paid."
"Ah," John said awkwardly, "Perhaps I was somewhat rash."
"How much?" his mother demanded.
"One thousand!" Eliza announced.
"One thousand pounds!" John’s mother gasped.
"Guineas actually," Jane countered.
"Oh my god, you scheming devious," John’s mother protested, but she thought a moment, "Perhaps we should discuss the matter carefully, Eliza dear, could you leave us please?"
"I should be delighted," Eliza replied and she slammed the door behind her.
"You cannot seriously expect one thousand guineas, and you John cannot seriously consider marriage with this, this devious scheming nobody!" his mother protested.
Neither answered. "Good lord," the older woman continued, "You planned it!"
"No," Jane insisted, "It just happened."
"I am afraid I found Eliza intolerably empty headed and irritating," John admitted, "I could never marry her, I had to do something!"
"So you chose to fornicate with this person, her chaperone, in her presence, well at least it is original," John’s mother sighed, "But we must make a decision, will you leave us please?"
"Jane, her name is Jane," John reminded her.
John‘s mother scowled, "Well I’m very glad you asked her before you began fornicating, at least I presume you did ask before?"
"I would like to stay," Jane replied, "I would like to stay here until I know if I am with child, then we can decide what if anything we need to do."
"Stay here?" John’s mother declared. "My dear you would undoubtedly be with child if you remain here, John can clearly not keep his hands off you."
"Good, then it is decided," John laughed, "Have another pillow put on my bed mother, Jane may just as well share with me as use another room."
"Oh," Jane exclaimed.
"Well you wanted to stay," he replied.
"Er, yes," she agreed.
"Good," he said, "The sooner you produce a child the sooner mother will let us marry."
"That is not what intended at all!" his mother insisted, "We will see what your father has to say about this."
Eliza was sitting in the drawing room with Stephen Jihn’s younger brother and the strait laced and stern faced Mrs Thomas the housekeeper.
"He just bared her," Eliza explained, "Bared her completely and mounted her."
"Good lord," Stephen feigned concern as his member reared uncomfortably at the thought, "Good old John, who would have thought it!" he said, "Ah I mean, oh how awful!"
"And she screamed and squirmed and confessed herself in ecstasy!" Eliza continued, "I had to watch, it was awful, you could not se where one ended and the other began they were so entwined, and then," she paused.
"Oh don’t distress yourself," Mrs Thomas suggested.
Eliza took a big breath, "She took his member between her lips and sucked it like a baby sucking a teat."
"Good Lord," Stephen said, "Would you excuse me a moment?" he said and he stood up and faced away from Eliza as he fumbled his breeches as he tred to free his now rampant member from entanglement.
"What are you doing?" ELiza asked as she saw a reflection of him extracting his member in the mirror, "Oh god you are all mad!"
"Have no fear madam, I am merely discomforted by this talk," he said and at that moment his father walked in. The Viscount was a tall upright man of approaching sixty years, still able to hunt and to ride as many a slow moving chamber maid could attest, though somewhat hard of hearing and very slow thinking and prone to misunderstandings.
"Put it away boy," the Viscount insisted, "So this is the wench is it? not satisfied with John’s cock you went for the double eh?"
"No sir that was." Eliza replied and before she could explain he continued.
"Well no matter, If I’m to pay you a thousand guineas to be rid if you I might as well have some pleasure!"
"Er father," Stephen explained.
"No shilly, shallying now, clothes off there’s a good girl," the Viscount insisted as he grasped Eliza around the waist
"For heaven’s sake father it’s the wrong girl!" Stephen sighed as his father popped Eliza’s breasts out of her bodice.
"Stop!" Eliza squealed.
"Father!" Stephen protested but Eliza’s dress was already around her waist as she tried to cover her breasts.
"Get off her you brute!" Stephen’s mother shouted as she opened the door to investigate the commotion.
"Is the entire family mad?" Eliza queried as she gave up trying to hide her breasts and tried to pull her dress back up.
"Damn it woman, she wants me, don’t cha see?" the Viscount insisted.
"Oh hide yourself Eliza," his wife the Viscountess demanded, "He has lost all sense of propriety, all sense indeed."
"But she wants me!" the Viscount protested, "Look!" and he pulled his breeches open to reveal a modestly erect member.
"Upstairs! Now!" the Viscountess demanded, "I might as well take advantage of your discomfiture."
"Eliza you have the most exquisite breasts, may I feel one?" Stephen asked politely as soon as they were alone and was rewarded by a forceful slap across his face.
"Your whole family are deviants," Eliza said sadly.
"Perhaps, but why does your body say one thing and your hand another?" Stephen asked ruefully.
"My body says nothing!" Eliza replied, "I am merely cold."
"No, your body is hot Eliza, it rouses passions I cannot suppress," Stephen explained.
"Well it is hardly my fault is it?" Eliza enquired, "Help me with my laces would you?"
Stephen stepped around behind Eliza and obediently undid the lacings ready to tighten them again or so Eliza thought, but instead his hands stole to her breasts and then down inside her skirt, "Oh you are obsessed, will nothing deter you?" she asked.
His hands stole to her juicy quim.
To be continued.