Caphter 1

As far back as Jimmy could remember, he has been lovers w Mrs. Bunting, his nursemaid. He can't remember a time when Mrs. Bunting didn't casually play w Jimmy's little cock and immature sack. How it started is easy & straightforward to explain.

Mrs. Bunting held Jimmy's hand as they climbed the stairs together. The 3-yr-old was not too happy about his early bedtime or being sent to bed while the house was full of strangers. He kept looking back down the stairs at the elegant dinner party w the flashing glimmer of diamonds & crystal. Mrs. Bunting, however, recognized the wisdom of the standing orders from her Master & Mistress concerning their young son. Having reared 3 boys herself, she had much liberty w Jimmy from his young parents. Her three biggest rules were discipline, punctuality, & respect. Taking young Jimmy to bed at 8:30 each evening was a test of herself & a training to Jimmy in all 3 of these areas, especially on a night of laughter & festivities as were being enjoyed by those downstairs. In truth, hired help like a nursemaid were usually just tolerated at these sort of gatherings, not truly welcome. Once she left, the wealthy gentry could relax a little & be freer in their conversation & behavior. A middle aged widow & a toddler were distraction from the real entertainment that evening.

Arriving at the nursery, Mrs. Bunting led Jimmy to the closet & proceeded to disrobe him of his evening attire. Jimmy appeared anxious & fidgety. Mrs. Bunting realized the problem right away & rushed the boy over to the piss pot by her bed & helped him exposed his little penis to urinate. Jimmy hadn't yet gotten the habit of verbalizing his needs, but he had sense enough to hold it and communicated w his "gotta-pee" dance rather than words. Life was getting much easier for Mrs. Bunting w each passing day now that Jimmy was nearly potty trained. She was looking forward to the coming years.

Mrs. Bunting finished stripping the boy while he stood there peeing into the flowery basin. She took his clothes back over to the closet, examining them quickly before assigning them to their respective piles. Glancing over to him, she thought of how cute his little boy buttocks looked as he stood there. He clenched them so tightly to pee that each cheek had a large depression on the outsides. Mrs. Bunting grabbed a nightshirt from the closet & guided Jimmy through the rest of his toiletries.

Finally, she worked the shirt over his arms & head & let it fall down his immature body. Giving it the once over to see that it was right, she noticed that the shirt hadn't fallen all the way down in the front. Mrs. Bunting reached down to pull it out & inadvertently grabbed Jimmy's erect penis also. While Jimmy was only lightly startled, Mrs. Bunting was more so. She pulled her hand back quickly, then slowly returned her hand to the nightshirt to examine to hindrance more closely. Surely a 3-yr-old boy like Jimmy couldn't get erections so young, could he? Being careful to lift only cloth, Mrs. Bunting revealed Jimmy's firm little member to her wondering gaze. Jimmy reached down w his left hand & casually touched himself: stroking & grabbing the stiffie like it was his own personal playtoy. Mrs. Bunting slapped his hand away like he'd done something naughty, but Jimmy didn't understand her response. He reached for it again. Instead of slapping his hand, Mrs. Bunting gently but firmly pushed his hand away.

"Don't touch yourself there," she said to him gently.

"But I like it." Jimmy was near tears.

Mrs. Bunting felt an old, familiar stirring in her body. It had been dormant for 7 years, but it suddenly woke up and started screaming inside of her. Her mind flooded w all the happy time she'd spent w her dearly departed husband. Not even 20 years of marriage together, yet he was stolen from her in the prime of his life by a runaway horse and an incompetent rider. Her boys were all grown & had already left home. They were elsewhere throughout the Empire on the Crown's business. She was looking forward to many years w her husband as they talked, played, & dreamed together.

They played. Oh, what fun & games! Mrs. Bunting got flushed & hot while thinking of their games. Scarcely 42 years old, but she felt like it was a century ago when she played those delightful games w her man. Some she didn't enjoy at first. When she asked him why he wanted to try that particular game, he always said the same thing, "I like it."

Now standing before her w tears welling up in his eyes, Jimmy had said to her the exact same thing. Mrs. Bunting was tough as nails on so many points, but with that phrase & that pitiful face, she softened immediately.

"It's ok, Jimmy," she cooed. "Let me."

Reaching out, she touched young Jimmy's penis w her hand & began to gently stroke & caress his immature masculinity. Jimmy closed his eyes & smiled. Mrs. Bunting liked to watch his pleased face as she stroked his mini-pecker. After a few minutes, her wrist was getting sore from the awkward position. Reaching her other arm under Jimmy's bare behind, Mrs. Bunting pulled him into her arms & sat on her bed w him on her lap. She switched hands on his penis to the hand currently around his young frame while she used her free hand to stroke his face & chest, even to pull his face toward hers in a brief but tender kiss. It meant nothing to Jimmy, but to Mrs. Bunting it was dripping w hidden meaning & great portents.

After a few minutes, Jimmy laid his head on Mrs. Bunting's amble bosom and gradually fell asleep w Mrs. Bunting still manipulating his junk.

Mrs. Bunting lifted the sleeping boy and placed him gently in his own crib. She pulled the nightshirt down over him properly before covering him w a blanket as well. Back in her own bed, Mrs. Bunting reached down & proceeded to stimulate herself to her first orgasm since the funeral.

In the morning, Mrs. Bunting resolved to not touch the boy in that way again, but fate was unkind to her. Jimmy seemed to have a continual erection that next day. On several occasions he would rub himself through his clothes. On several such times, his mother or father would notice & comment how cute he looked.

"Ah, the incorruptible innocence of youth," they sighed.

In the evening, things only got worse. While Mrs. Bunting tried to keep her own hands off the boy & teach him self-control & discipline. An unhappy noise from the boy @ 8:30 when told it was time for bed inevitably brought disapproving looks from his parents at her, not him. Thus Mrs. Bunting began grabbing Jimmy by his little stiffy & telling him, "It's time to go upstairs for your nightly, Jimmy." Even at 3, Jimmy understood & quietly allowed himself to be lead away. Even Mrs. Bunting herself surrendered to the pleasures of his flesh and anticipated the coming evening w great relish. Fighting it was useless. A woman of her age, public standing, & profession had no time or opportunity to meet any men closer to her age for even a tryst, let alone a serious relationship. No, Jimmy was her sole outlet of pleasure. By the time Jimmy turned 4 a few months later, it was a by-gone conclusion that Mrs. Bunting's hand would be between his legs playing w his smooth thighs, penis & testicles every evening before bed, sometimes before his afternoon nap, whenever he bathed or even waking him up in the morning. She wasn't totally out of control. She liked to think that she had matters "well in hand".

Chapter 2

Thing continued on in this manner for quite some time. Mrs. Bunting enjoyed massaging & playing w her young charge, but inevitably finished herself off by hand after Jimmy fell asleep. Jimmy seemed to enjoy the attention, but his young body wasn't fully ready for any kind of serious sexual response. He liked it, but he never orgasmed, not that Mrs. Bunting expected him to.

It was several years before things changed in their habits. Jimmy was now 10 years old & enjoyed Mrs. Bunting's manual attention as much as ever. It was obvious to the rest of the household that the two were very close w an inseparable bond between them.

Yet, one evening while stroking & pulling on Jimmy's growing member, Mrs. Bunting noticed some clear, sticky fluid coming from the tip of Jimmy's penis. It wasn't much, but it seemed that Jimmy was starting to begin puberty & his body prepare for sexual response. Mrs. Bunting began wondering just how far Jimmy had developed to this point & whether he was capable of a dry orgasm. Her years of handwork hadn't produced much in him beyond a relaxing feeling that inevitably put him to sleep.

It was while looking at the drops of precum that oozed from his piss slit that Mrs. Bunting, almost without thinking, lowered her head into the boy's lap & licked the fluid up w her greedy tongue. Jimmy's whole body went rigid at the new sensation.

Continuing to stroke his little dick w her soft hand, she looked into his eyes & asked, "Do u like that, Jimmy?" The startled 10-yr-old could hardly speak. He was afraid of what she'd just done. First, he was afraid because of the vulnerable position it put him in. He felt very sensitive down there & instinctively knew that she had total control of him while he was in her mouth. Second, it felt so wonderful that he was afraid that she wouldn't do it again. So w a fearful nod, he agreed to the action. Mrs. Bunting smiled warmly as though reading his mind. "I'm glad" was all she said, but she proceeded to return her hot mouth to his enflamed crotch & slurp all over his cock & balls. Eventually, her passion overcame her and she grabbed both of his little ass cheeks on her hands while seemingly trying to swallow his genitals.

Jimmy's eyes rolled back into his head at the intensity of feelings in his young body. Gradually, he started to moan then groan louder and louder until finally he began convulsing like an epileptic. His cock pulsed & spurt. The volume was quite low, but it was enough to satisfy Mrs. Bunting's curiosity as well as completely drain her young lover.

Over the next several months, Mrs. Bunting increasingly enjoyed the illicit thrill of sucking the boy to orgasm. His little drip of precum increased into a flow. His dry orgasm eventually became a wet one, thin & watery without any reproductive semen, but it was a tasty reward for the effort Mrs. Bunting put forth to give Jimmy the delightful response she enjoyed.

Up to this point, all attention between them was entirely started by Mrs. Bunting. Jimmy liked what was going on, but other than be a willing recipient of the activity, he made no effort to initiate the contact. Until one morning when Mrs. Bunting woke to feel Jimmy at her head w his erection poking her closed mouth. Mrs. Bunting opened her mouth, & Jimmy inserted himself. Mrs. Bunting lay still on the bed. Her right hand rested on his bared buttocks, but it was Jimmy himself who established the rhythm & happily fucked his nursemaid's face. Placing his own hands on her head, his pace quickened & his strokes became more deliberate & harder. If he had been a full-grown man w a full grown penis, Mrs. Bunting might have had a problem, but with his 3" pencil dick, Mrs. Bunting was quite enjoying the experience. Tightening her lips around his shaft to increase the friction, it wasn't long before Jimmy gave one last thrust into her mouth and held her firmly to his groin while giving her his 2 ounces of ejaculate.

Thus, on that fateful morning, the relationship between child & nursemaid irrevocably changed. No longer was Mrs. Bunting 'molesting' a willing victim, but now they were mutual participants in their pleasure games.

Over the next couple years, the boy & his nanny became increasingly entangled w each other. Jimmy would make use of Mrs. Bunting's mouth at various times & places when they were alone, even when she was least expecting it. On the normal times like bath or bed, Mrs. Bunting would solicit her young charge. But Jimmy found other more atypical times throughout the day for their play.

Chapter 3

Oddly enough, Jimmy never actually returned Mrs. Bunting's attention or affection until he was 14 years old. All of their play was solely focused on Jimmy & ended w his climax. Mrs. Bunting did nothing to urge Jimmy to return her affection or even insinuate verbally that Jimmy was in error for not doing so. Yet, through an interesting turn of events, Jimmy returned her affection in spades.

As traditional, Jimmy was sent off to boarding school in the fall leaving Mrs. Bunting alone and lonely again. Even though Jimmy was excited about going to the distant school & learning about all the interesting things that boys his age in that time were interested in, he was filled w sorrow at the end of the games w Mrs. Bunting and her willing mouth. In one sense, his relationship that he had w her was over. In another sense, it was moving on to the next chapter.

W his considerable sexual experience, he was much more settled & confident than the other boys his age. Of course, he had to figure out how to jack himself off now that Mrs. Bunting wasn't there to stroke or suck it for him. Still, the process wasn't that unfamiliar. Most of the boys there only knew their own hand, but several weren't even familiar w that form of sexual pleasure.

The daily grind was hard at first, but soon everyone slipped into the pattern of classes, meals, study, & free time. Week days were one schedule. Weekends were a different schedule. It was on the weekend w the greater level of freedom the students all enjoyed that the boys would find a secret hideaway & chat w each other about personal stuff, sequestered away from the prying eyes & ears of teachers & other staff. They talked about girls & sex: past experiences & fantasy future experiences including current crushes. Jimmy admitted to a crush on one of the young maids who cleaned their dormitory. About their age, the peasant girl was cute though dirty & abused by excess work & likely by her parents or headmistress as well. Of all the fantasies & crushes, Jimmy's was the most practical & possible. The other boys enjoyed Jimmy's company & valued his friendship both on a personal & academic level. (Mrs. Bunting had been quite persuasive in encouraging Jimmy to be a better student. "Finish & I'll suck u off tonight. Don't finish & I won't.") All her encouragement & lessons were paying off now in spades. One of the boys in their circle, Henry, got a funny look in his eye but said nothing.

That next weekend, when the boys got together in their secret enclave, Henry was late. The others were curious, but no one knew where Henry was. After several minutes, they decided to continue without him. It was nearly 30 minutes into their meeting when they heard noises coming from the entrance. Not just one person but two. The boys got quite nervous thinking that they'd been discovered, but there was nowhere to run or hide. Finally, Henry popped his head into view, & after a moment another young person made their entrance. Although he was dressed as another boy, it was quite plain that she was a girl. Her long tresses were tied back in a boyish tail, but it was still too long & thick to be boy's hair. Her trousers, vest & cap disguised her well enough from a distance but at their close proximity made her immature feminine charm quite obvious. And not just any girl but Justine, the peasant girl who cleaned the rooms in the boys' dorms who Jimmy was just speaking about last week.

"What's SHE doing here?" Walter asked. "This is a boys-only meeting."

This brought a chorus of agreement from most of the boys. Jimmy was silent but still curious as to this transgression of secrecy.

"Justine & I have become good friends this week," Henry explained. "She told me that she had a crush on young master Jimmy here. So I suggested she come tonight so she can get her jollies w Jimmy, & Jimmy can get his jollies w her. Instead of just talking about dream girls & pretending, let's get some real action going on."

Jimmy was at once eager & scared. Justine listened to the whole speech w a nervouse expression. Jimmy wasn't sure he wanted to do anything w Justine in front of everyone's gaze. Justine was concerned that she'd get rejected by her dream. Still, for her, this was a chance worth taking. She didn't care who saw; she was going to be w Jimmy & that was all that mattered.

The rest of the boys had huge grins at the prospect. Immediately they started hooting & cat-calling. "Come on, Jimmy, show us how it's done. Show us how Nanny would do it to ya'.

Jimmy stood stiffly & approached Justine. Henry backed off & took Jimmy's seat while Justine stood there looking shyly into Jimmy's eyes but beautiful. Jimmy reached for Justine's hand but wasn't sure what to do. Mrs. Bunting had always just been there open & obvious. There was no talk, no foreplay. It was all about Jimmy & his pleasure. In this moment he realized that he had no idea how to give any pleasure to Justine or even Mrs. Bunting. After all the pleasure he'd received from her experienced hand & mouth, he'd never returned the favor or barely even said "thank you". That was a situation that he would remedy immediately when he got home.

"So, Justine," Jimmy said nervously. "Have u ever done anything like this before?"

She shook her head "No" but smiled sweetly.

"Have u ever seen anyone do anything like this before?"

She nodded. "The boys in the orphanage where I grew up would sneek in & play w the older girls after lights out. Sometimes we'd meet them in a mutual place for some fun. I've kissed a boy, but I never went any farther. Some of the girls would do everything w their beau. I saw a lot, but I never would let my boy do anything more."

"Do u want to kiss me?"

"Yes."

"Kiss me."

Justine closed the gap & stepped up to meet her mouth to his. Jimmy held himself back until that first touch, but once their lips met, he wrapped his arms around her & returned the kiss w gusto. Pulling her tight, he opened his mouth to let her tongue scrape his teeth. At their juncture, their tongues danced & dueled. Sometimes, he probed her mouth; sometimes she probed his. He squeezed her tighter so she moaned into his mouth. He released slightly then squeezed again. She moaned again. He growled. She sighed & melted into his arms. He felt the tiger inside of him being unleashed. He wanted her. He wanted to touch her, explore her, & feel his penis where his tongue currently was. He wanted to see her face splattered w his jizz.

Reaching up to the collar, Jimmy began to undress Justine from her boy clothes. Their lips still locked together, Justine offered no resistance but assisted in her disrobement. First the jacket, then the shirt. Her thin white loose camisole hung loosely from her shoulders. Her small breasts were easily concealed in its oversized folds. Jimmy reached up & squeezed her half an orange sized titlets through her cami.

Justine squealed at the illicit contact. Her own hands got busy loosing Jimmy's shirt & pushing both the shirt & his trouser via their suspenders to the floor. Jimmy barely noticed the chill on his bare back & legs. His mind was tightly focused on the Justine's belt & her hands roaming his back.

Justine broke the kiss first but latched onto Jimmy's neck like a leech. Alternately sucking & kissing, she smothered his neck w her lips & saliva. Her ministrations forced Jimmy to stop his manipulations of her belt. He silently resigned himself to the delights of her pseudo-vampirism. Maybe such a death wouldn't be so bad after all. Reaching under her armpits, he pulled her up & returned the favor by devouring her cheeks, earlobes, and neck. Bending to reach her w his lips helped him finish the task of her belt & trouser clasps. The oversized pants dropped to her ankles leaving her in just her cami & panties.

The rest of the boys had been watching in rapt attention as the pair began their cavorting. When Justine's pants came down, they let out a collective gasp. Rarely had they ever seen a girl exposed this much. The parish priest railed on girls who showed their ankles. Just imagine what he would say about a young girl showing most of her legs, both arms, & was passionately empowered to show a lot more.

Jimmy grabbed Justine's small behind & squeezed it to him while he continued to his knees, kissing her cami-covered shoulders & breasts. Justine clutched to Jimmy's head to her in encouragement to not cease his new delight. Soaking the thin cotton blouse w his spit while sucking the virgin nipple through it, her darkened areole was clearly visible to the boys when Jimmy moved his mouth to the other erect nubbin to equally enjoy it's cotton-covered delights.

Sliding his right hand up the back of her camisole, Jimmy relished the silky smoothness of Justine's back. His light touch tickled her causing a giggle like tinkling crystal resonate through their small hideaway. Jimmy loved the sound and deliberately tickled her again on her sides, her belly, and her armpits. The smile across her face lit up the room as the lamplight glittered off her snow white teeth.

Jimmy grinned in glee at the fun of playing w his new friend. In a flourish, he swept the camisole off her shoulders and the panties off her hips. She scarcely knew what he'd done before Jimmy grabbed her shoulder and twisted his naked playmate to the dirty floor on her back with her head now at the feet of the half dozen wide-eyed boys.

Jimmy wasted no time letting them state at her tiny breasts before lying on top of her, kissing her profusely while kneading her bare breasts, then bending his head to devour each breast in turn. No longer through the tossed aside cami but now in all their skin-on-skin glory.

As Jimmy continued to taste his lover, he worked his way down her naked body w his mouth while leaving his hands on her tiny tits. Licking and sucking on her ribs, her belly, and her navel. Lying prostrate on her with arms extended, he began sniffing & nuzzling her nether region. Like a horny puppy, he sniffed her crotch and the groin on each side. Unwilling to release her breasts & expose her lovelies to the other boys, he finally let go with his right hand to run his fingers over the delicate folds & parsley covered mound. Mrs. Bunting had occasionally bathed w him & was quite hairy. He didn't really know how young Justine was, but certainly age was a factor in their differences there even as their breast size was different.

Extending his right hand down her legs, Jimmy slipped the sock & show off each foot while planting his mouth over her odorous genitalia. When Justine's left leg was free of the impediment, she spread her knees wide and pressed Jimmy's head down into her crotch. The heady aroma immediately hit Jimmy's nose like a siren's song, luring him to his fate & future. The thick wetness was a slight surprise, but it's bland taste and syrupy texture made it easy to overcome any initial objection. After a tentative first taste, soon Jimmy's head was deep between Justine's thighs like a snorkeler looking for sunken treasure. When her other shoe was finally removed, Jimmy returned his hand up to help his face touch, stroke, & play with Justine's pudendum.

The boys in the circle leaned closer to stare at Justine's bared breast, but no one dared touch it. As they saw Jimmy's head go lower & lower, they began wrinkling their noses at the idea of licking a girl there. A few even stuck out their tongue and made a yucky face in silent disgust.

As Jimmy continued to work at Justine's pussy, he accidentally bumped her clitoris. Justine intoned a happy "Ooh!" in surprise at the contact. Jimmy searched around for the spot that caused the reaction & bumped her pleasure button again w his cheek. Another "Ooh!". This time Jimmy didn't search. He recognized what he'd done & quickly found the virgin clit w his tongue. He didn't know what it was, but if Justine liked it, he wanted more. Licking, flicking & sucking soon had Justine in the throughs of passion. She threw her head violently from side to side. Each time, she yelled, "Yes!" Flicking the button faster, Justine threw her head faster. Getting tired, Jimmy stopped flicking & opted to just suck on it. Justine arched her back upward, squeezed her eyes tight shut, & gave a silent scream until she finally yelled "Oh, yes! Jimmy! Oh, yes!" Jimmy released the tender nubbin & Justine's other breast to push his shorts completely off of him & be as nude as his floored partner.

Justine was still bobbing her head from side to side w her eyes closed when Jimmy scooted between her knees. He wanted to feel what her slick spot would feel like surrounding his hard cock. Reaching under both knees to lift her slim hips & spread her young thighs, Jimmy rubbed the head of his peter over Justine's slick twat. Spreading her lips w 2 fingers, he ran the head over more & more of her tenders. Though it was hard to see in the shadows of the dim lamplight, Jimmy believed he saw a darker, deeper place in her secret slot. Putting his cockhead at that darkness, Jimmy pushed lightly. Almost immediately, the darkness yielded to his advance. Justine's eyes flew open while she clenched Jimmy tightly w both hands & her strong ankles.

"Oh, Jimmy!" was all she could say. Jimmy was shocked at the sudden movement. He found himself slipping both deeper into the recess & toppled over to be bent over her on hands & knees. 'Just a little deeper', Jimmy thought. Pushing gently, he soon found himself bone to bone as the pelvises ground against each other. Pulling out gently, Justine squealed through clenched teeth & gripped him tighter. Not all the way out, Jimmy pushed back in.

"Oh, yeah!" In. Out. In. Out. He started slow, but he soon found his rhythm. In short order all the boys could see was the curve of Jimmy's arse as it rose & fell, Justine's feet crossed over Jimmy's waist & her hands gripping tightly to his shoulders. Every thrust brought a tiny squeak from her throat & a grunt from his. After only a couple minutes, Jimmy pushed himself up on his hands, arched his back as far as it would go & clenched his buttocks tight as he pushed as deep into his girl's tunnel as he could. With eyes closed tight, he roared like lion as he released spurt after spurt after spurt into his willing receptacle. With jerks & grunts, he held his position so long the startled boys started to wonder of he was ok. Finally, Jimmy lowered himself onto Justine's relaxed form & returned to gently nuzzling her neck & kissing her face w deep affection.

Having just witnessed their first complete intercourse in a live demonstration, 5 of the boys were unsure what to say or do. Only Henry smiled at the vulgar display, but none of them said a word. They were as frozen to their seats as Jimmy seemed to have been in his orgasm.

The spell over them all was broken when Jimmy raised up off his little lover & leaned onto one elbow. "So, how was that?"

He was probably saying it to Justine, but the boys all answered him, " Wow! That was awesome! Spectacular!" Jimmy looked around & seemed to finally notice his audience for the first time. He turned red in the face. Justine wasn't so red or embarrassed. She reached up on hand to her new lover & stroked his face gently.

"Any time, Jimmy," she whispered softly. "Just ask. I'm yours. Always."

Amid the noise, Jimmy barely heard her speak. He read her lips, but it seemed like the words were transmitted from her heart to his. With no plans or commitments, he knew that they were joined more than hip to hip but heart to heart, soul to soul & fate to fate.

Jimmy got up off her & wiped himself off w a rag he found on the floor. Looking between her legs where he'd just deposited his seed, he saw a bit of his cream seeping from her cunt. He dropped the rag in her lap so she could wipe herself also. When Justine sat up to get dressed again, Jimmy was still fiddling w the buttons of his shirt right in front of her. With his softened member right there, Justine reached up to touch it w one hand. Jimmy stopped putting the shirt on at the feel of her hand. Scooting to a kneeling position to give the boys a perfect view of her bare back & pert posterior, Justine leaned forward to kiss then tentatively lick then gently suck on Jimmy's junk. Jimmy dropped his hands to his side while struggling to keep his knees from bending.

"Oh, yes, Justine. Thank you," Jimmy touched the top of her head lightly. "Boys," Jimmy said looking around the room at his wide-eyed friends. "This is what Nanny would do to me since before I can remember. She'd suck my cock like her favorite pixie stick. Oh, that's perfect." Jimmy kept zoning in & out from talking to his friends about the blowjob & blowjobs past & talking to Justine, his eager cocksucker. "There's nothing like having your pecker in a girl's body. Nothing. Each hole is different. The mouth is different from her genitals. You've seen me use both of Justine's tonight. Don't knock it until u've tried it." With that, Jimmy grabbed Justine's pretty black hair & gently began to fuck her cute face. Justine grabbed his thighs to keep balance but merely tightened her lips around the invading rod & sucked it when it was leaving. Less than 5 minutes after creaming her cunt, Jimmy was unloading again in Justine's innocent mouth. Nowhere as much as before, she swallowed it all easily.

Getting dressed, Jimmy finally asked what had been bothering him this entire time. "Henry, why is Justine dressed as a boy?"

"After her work day," Henry explained. "I gave her the clothes to change into so she could stay in the dorm undetected by the monitor. She looks like a boy that he didn't question us hanging out together or walking from my room to here. Now she can come & go as she pleases, even spend the night in your room if u want ... or mine."

Jimmy wasn't too keen on sharing Justine w anybody. They all saw them naked together, but no one touched her. "Get your own girl, Henry."

"I thought as much," Henry replied non-plussed. "Georgette is more my type anyway."

Jimmy led Justine out the secret door & out into the chilly, damp night. Henry's disguise might've worked to keep the monitor off her track, but Jimmy left a hickey on Justine's tender neck which was noticed by the headmistress. She yelled & slapped Justine repeatedly asking for the name of the boy who put it there. Justine lied about how a bruise could've appeared on her neck like that, but it wasn't believed. That afternoon, Justine was tied to the whipping post in the courtyard. For the 2nd time in 24 hours, 7 boys watched Justine be stripped to her waist & her young breasts bared for public consumption. This time, however, her baring was to facilitate the pain of the lash that lay across her young back w force, pain, & her howling screams. Jimmy couldn't watch. Most of the other students couldn't bear the sight either.

Headmaster Strickman addressed everyone before her public flogging. "We have u here in this place to teach u proper etiquette & personal conduct. This vile child is an outrageous insult to decency & morality. Not yet 13, yet already she has bewitched one of you & has gotten the mark of Satan on her for her trouble. If we purge not her body from the demonic possession, she might find herself a witch someday w a brood of imps suckling at her flesh."

The lash came down hard on the poor girl's body. Jimmy didn't watch, but he could still hear. He lost count at 20 lashes, but they kept going on & on as if forever.

Jimmy did not see Justine any more after that. He knew not what happened to her. The boys nights were never the same. Henry seduced Georgette but was more careful to not leave any marks. Georgette wasn't as enraptured w Henry as Justine had been to Jimmy. Georgette was passed from boy to boy during their meetings. They felt her bare body under her clothes or through them. Georgette loved the attention from all of them. She was quickly persuaded to wear next to nothing in the clubhouse. The boys played w her body and passed her around like a common toy. Georgette especially loved sucking on the boys' cocks. She'd move from one to the other throughout the night. While sucking one boy, another would pull down her panties & squeeze her arse or even spread her cheeks in the lamplight to show her arsehole to everyone on the other side. It was too much for Jimmy. After only a couple meetings w Georgette there, he stopped going to Saturday night. It hurt him too painfully from the memory of his Justine. Henry loved to tell him stories of Georgette's carousing & the orgiastic atmosphere, but Jimmy didn't even want to hear it. Before the year was up, all the boys in the group except Jimmy had wet their willy multiple times inside Georgette's open holes. Henry even fucked Georgette's arsehole for the first time at a meeting while she was knelt over Walter's lap gobbling his knob. The boys clapped each others' hands at the thrill of it. Soon, even that hole was communal property.

Jimmy's only consolation for the rest of the year was in the weekly letters he would send Mrs. Bunting, & the monthly letters she would send back. Still his heart was heavy w sorrow for Justine.

Chapter 4

When Jimmy got home from school for the summer, he was still down in the dumps. His parents were there to pick him up from the depot when he arrived, but their presence was little consolation. Where was Mrs. Bunting? He was really looking forward to seeing her. She would know exactly how to help.

Father sat next to Jimmy like a proud Papa. He didn't say much, but he was obviously in a much happier mood than when Jimmy had left. Mother also didn't seem as on edge all the time. She was smiling & chatty, so very unlike her. Jimmy pointed out this change to them, but their only reply was, "We're just happy to have u home, Son." Like his father, Jimmy didn't say much & let Mother fill the carriage w noise. After an hour, even Mother got tired of talking & everyone sat quietly & peacefully, staring into each others' faces for the rest of the ride home.

As the carriage pulled up to the main steps, several members of the staff were standing outside smiling & looking prim & proper. Mrs. Bunting was conspicuously absent from the greeters. Everyone gushed over how much Jimmy had grown in the time away & how much older he looked, "so mature, so grown up, so handsome". Jimmy tried to smile & be pleasant but he just wanted to crawl into Mrs. Bunting's arms, cry & feel her middle aged lips around his shaft again. He wanted to forget his school days, the hurts & the heartaches of the memories of Justine. Pretend he was just a little boy again.

The servants took his bags to his room, but he wasn't permitted to follow. His parents directed him toward the study. This was often a room used for private conferences of household matters. Father had often discussed private matters w the staff in the study such as conflicts, poor performance, wage complaints, even issues in the servants' personal life such as parenting, marriage, etc. It was never a room for Jimmy, but somehow today it was.

Entering the study w his mother's hands on his shoulders as she walked beside him, Jimmy was nervous & skittish more than the sadness that he'd felt before. Had they fired Mrs. Bunting? Had she died? What horrid business prompted them to talk w him in THIS room?!

After the door was sufficiently closed and *LOCKED*, Mother directed Jimmy to sit on a sofa next to her. His father remained standing. Mother kept her hand on Jimmy at all times: touching his hand, shoulder, knee. She wasn't pawing or constraining, but there was something unusual about this whole business. Mother had never been so affectionate w him before. Growing up in this house, he'd known Mrs. Bunting as his mother. The other servant girls were his older sisters & aunts. The butler was his father. This wasn't true, but, as little as he saw his actual parents, it may as well have been.

Father finally spoke. "I'm sure you've noticed that Mrs. Bunting hasn't been around to pick u up or greet u when u got home."

Jimmy nodded. At least they were getting right to it rather than beating around the bush.

"After you left for school," Father continued. "Mother and I went to London on a holiday. Louisa & Michelle, of course, came with us to mind our clothes & itinerary. Mrs. Bunting had nothing to do here since you were gone so she came along as well. We had a very pleasant time for nearly a week until one day a horse got spooked & ran free through the streets. Poor Louisa never knew what happened. The horse ran her over, killed her right there in the street as she was trying to cross. Poor girl. We sent word to the house of Louisa's death so they could pack her things & send them to a relative. I wrote a personal note to her family & sent them a cheque for her annual salary plus the back pay she hadn't yet received. We even delivered the body to her family in West End personally. It was a sad & unfortunate turn of events.

"While we were in West End, Mrs. Bunting asked leave one morning since she had friends & relatives nearby as well. I gave her permission. That same evening, she returned to the house while we were still visiting w Louisa's family, but she also brought company as well.

"Mrs. McGinnis was formerly a maid in a boarding school. She & her young daughter were just recently returned to London after Mrs. McGinnis retired from her last employ. She needed work, but she wasn't up to the rigors of such a busy & dirty arena as a boarding school. Mrs. Bunting herself asked if she'd be interested in the slower pace of our rural estate. Mrs. McGinnis agreed but obviously had to get our approval & was conditioned upon her daughter's situation.

"When we first met her, there was a kinship. As Mrs. Bunting explained everything, we both agreed. This was purely Providential that we could find such a wonderful & experienced maid so quickly after losing Louisa. We were also giving back to the West End.

But the real kicker in all of this was Mrs. McGinnis' daughter. The 12-yr-old girl had been treated abominably at that school. Born and raised in an educational environment, she was functionally illiterate & in serious need of simple basic education as well as kindness to help her get over the abuses she suffered at that horrid place which was one of the reasons Mrs. McGinnis retired.

So, Jimmy, we've decided that since you're so grown up & getting well educated at school, you no longer need a nursemaid like Mrs. Bunting. Instead, she's been reassigned as the nursemaid to Mrs. McGinnis' daughter. Of course, they're still here in the house & all, but Mrs. Bunting's primary charge is the poor girl, not you. Is that understood?"

Jimmy sat there numbly. Reassigned? What did that mean? Was he not allowed to talk to her or spend time w her anymore? Jimmy spoke up, "So can I help Mrs. Bunting teach her, or am I off limits to both of them?"

"Off limits?!" Father was perplexed.

"No, Jimmy," his mother chimed in. "You misunderstand. It's not that either one of them is 'off limits' to you. We know Mrs. Bunting is your friend, but your old relationship of nursemaid is over. It's time to build a new type of relationship w her. A more mature relationship to reflect your greater maturity. As you get older, it'll change & grow in new ways. She'll not stop being your friend, but she has stopped being your nurse. Understand better?"

Jimmy nodded, happier but still unsure.

"As for the girl," Mother continued. "She needs you to be her friend also, more than a friend even, a protective older brother. Think of her as your sister, not just another staff member or paid help. By all means teach ... " Mother paused in embarrassment. "What was her name, James?"

Father stared back at her blankly. "Josephine? Geraldine? ... I don't remember."

Mother sighed. "Well, that your first assignment, Jimmy. Find out her name, what school she was at, what her history is, everything you can. Don't pry or push for more than she's willing to tell or rush it. There's no time limit. But learn everything about her & her past to help her heal from the misery that she's endured."

Jimmy nodded solemnly. This was a big assignment. He wasn't sure he was up to it.

"Besides," Mother continued. "Mrs. Bunting was telling us that you had some sad experiences at school also, good grades, but not as pleasant on the social front?"

Jimmy sighed & nodded slowly.

"Well, this could be just the thing to help both of you. You help her heal, & she'll help you get out of your melancholy. Can u try, son?"

"Yes, I'll try."

"As far as how all this is going to affect you, personally," Father interjected. "Your room is now across the hall from the nursery. Mrs. Bunting is staying in the nursery alone, but the girl has liberty to either stay in the nursery w Mrs. Bunting or in her mother's room. You have liberty to spend time w them & be helpful to Mrs. Bunting regarding the girl, but don't think that you are assigned to them or have to spend every waking moment with them. If you have something planned for break, then by all means do so. If u can incorporate the girl into your plans, so much the better. Clear?"

"Yes, Father. It's very clear. I believe I understand what's happened, why, & how it's affected me, but, more importantly, I understand what you expect from me concerning what's happened. Thank you."

"Well, that's settled then," Mother said standing up. Jimmy rose also. "Mrs. Bunting teaches the girl every day in 2 sessions: one morning & one afternoon. You'll likely find them in the nursery going over those same lessons you had as a young boy. In the meantime, I'm going to talk to the gardener about planting some roses."

Jimmy directed his feet toward the stairs & made his way w intrepidation to the nursery, Mrs. Bunting & his new 'sister'. Outside the door he hesitated. He felt confused & uneasy. He talked to himself to attempt to build his courage, but before he could knock, he heard a noise. It sounded like a suppressed giggle, a high tinkling, musical giggle, an eerily familiar giggle.

Instead of knocking, Jimmy put his hand to the knob & slowly, quietly opened it a crack to peek inside. The angle of the door allowed him to peek into the study area of the nursery, but the desk was empty. In the corner stood was a full-length mirror. He could barely see the reflection of the mirror, but it showed him scant images of the scene behind the door when Mrs. Bunting's bed sat. Mrs. Bunting was kneeling beside the bed, bent over it, wearing her light blue dress w white apron tied in a big, flouncy bow on her back. It almost looked like she was praying if not for the two slender girlish legs, bare from the thigh where they were covered by Mrs. Bunting herself down to those dainty curled toes. Mrs. Bunting's bonnet-covered head moved up and down, back & forth, but it never lifted from the place between those coltish thighs.

Again the giggle! Jimmy was certain this time. He knew that tinkling giggle! Opening the door a little more, he slipped quietly into the room. The girl was indeed lying flat on her back, her hands on her face in a vain attempt to silence your laughter. Mrs. Bunting was too busy in the girl's charms to notice his entrance. Jimmy quickly removed his clothes while staring at the bed. Shirt, pants, & shoes all piled by the wall leaving Jimmy in nothing but his birthday suit. Walking quietly up behind Mrs. Bunting, he leaned over her back, grabbed her breasts & said, "Looks delicious. Can I have a taste?"

Mrs. Bunting jerked up quickly from her prior focus & almost screamed in surprise at the startling voice so close to her ear. One second, her face was one of sheer horror & her hands pulled back to defend against the imagined attack at having been caught w her face in her young charge's naked crotch . The next second, her face lifted to heightened rapture as her hands extended to pull the naked boy to her. She was caught w her mouth in the cookie jar, but it was by the first cookie jar she had tasted.

"Jimmy, my boy," Mrs. Bunting practically squealed in delight. "You're home! Oh, I missed you do much. Look at you. So strong & handsome & grown up... And naked? Why are u naked?"

"I heard some familiar noises outside the door," Jimmy said looking at the bed. The girl was still in a daze from her previous experience but was slowly coming to coherence. "I snuck in to surprise you & got ready to join in this delightful game or .... educational moment you were involved in."

The girl struggled to her elbows to see who was talking. As her face came up & looked deep into Jimmy's eyes, she recognized him immediately & with newfound strength practically threw herself off the bed & into Jimmy's arms.

"Oh, Jimmy!" She cried. "I thought I'd never see u again!"

"It's alright, Justine," Jimmy cooed. "I'm here. You won't ever have to leave me again."

Mrs. Bunting held the young lovers in her arms and beamed w pride as Jimmy comforted the crying girl. Justine was still wearing her yellow dress. Her lack of knickers made it easy to access her tenders and conceal in a hurry when needed.

"When I got your letter about Justine," Mrs. Bunting explained. "I wrote some letters to friends who would know more details of the situation. They told me about Justine's story as the headmaster told it & that Justine's mother quit her employment at the school on account of her daughter. I couldn't do anything about it at the time, but after poor Louisa's horrible death by that scared horse, I knew that your parents would be open to hiring Justine's mother as a replacement. So that's what I did. Your parents are none the wiser of you two lovebirds, but their sympathetic hearts were all too eager to help them. So, here she is. Happy, Jimmy?"

"Oh, Mrs. Bunting, how can I ever thank you?"

"Simple." Mrs. Bunting set them on the floor while she went to lock the nursery door to prevent additional surprised. She then sat on a small chair at the foot of the bed. "I'm going to sit here & watch you make love to Justine like you showed the boys. I want to watch her experience love from you regardless of the pain others gave her. I want to see you enter her body & give her your seed. That is how you can thank me for bringing you back together."

Justine squeezed Jimmy tightly at the prospect of being enthralled w him again. But Jimmy hesitated.

"But how can I say thank you for the 9 years of training & sexual attention you gave me w no rewards for yourself. I was a selfish boy. I used your mouth and hand for my own pleasure, but I never thought of your needs. You gave and gave, but I never gave back. Until today, I didn't even say thank you. I simply expected you to fondle & suck on me whenever I wanted. I was ungrateful."

Mrs. Bunting was moved by his speech. She steeled herself to prevent tears. "I never asked for anything, Jimmy. Your pleasure was my thanks."

"In some way but was that the only sexual outlet you had all that time or did you find pleasure in your own hands?"

Mrs. Bunting looked at the floor & nodded. It was true. She enjoyed her time w Jimmy, but it only served to excite her, not satisfy her.

"I will gladly take Justine to bed and make love to her, but you need to undress & let us make love to you as well." Mrs. Bunting sat straight & started to object. Jimmy raised his hand to stop her mouth. "You always give, but we need to give back to you. Justine needs to return the love you've just shown her. I need to return the love you've always shown me. Let us play w you like you've played w us. Mother & Father said that I need to change my relationship w you from boy & nurse to a more mature, adult relationship. Let's start by being partners in bed."

Mrs. Bunting moved her seat to the bed. She motioned to the couple still on the floor. "If you want me undressed, then you're going to have to undress me."

Jimmy and Justine looked into each other's eyes a moment, then w huge grins jumped up into the bed, pushed Mrs. Bunting onto her back & started the joyful labor of revealing her curves & bounteous delights.

Justine took the easy route & begin shimmying Mrs. Bunting's knickers, stockings & slips down her legs. Jimmy's task was more difficult. Distracted by kissing Mrs. Bunting deep on the mouth, the apron's bow was pinned between her body & bed. Worming his hands beneath her, Jimmy struggled to find the right cloth to pull and undo it. The neck was secured as a one piece sewn to the front of the apron which meant leaving her luscious lips to lift it over head. Instead, Jimmy merely loosened the apron enough to begin undoing the 15 little buttons that ran down the front of the tight bodice. After working on her for 15 minutes, Mrs. Bunting let out a squeal of wonder & surprise as Justine's face came into contact w her freshly revealed snatch. Jimmy leaned back unsure what was going on but noticed Justine's head tenting Mrs. Bunting's skirt. W all his efforts, he had barely revealed 2 more inches of skin at her neck, let alone anything interesting or provocative.

Jimmy knelt beside his girlfriend and began undoing the buttons on Justine's back. On her hands and knees, the yellow dress was easily removed from her lithe torso. Planting kisses on each of her exposed butt cheeks and up her back, Justine giggled into Mrs. Bunting's crotch which brought a deep sigh from her at the vibration. W one arm around Justine to stroke, comfort, & encourage, Jimmy stuck his face under Mrs. Bunting's light blue skirt.

The bare skin from toes to hip was a delight to his eyes. He planted kisses on her feet, ankles, calves, knees, & thighs. Wanting to reach more exquisite places, Jimmy pulled on Mrs. Bunting's hips to encourage her to roll over. She didn't understand. Instead she scooted farther down the bed until her arse was completely off and supported only by her taught, curled toes on the floor. Jimmy accepted the new position by sitting on the floor under Justine w his head upturned. Thus he had the large, chunky, clenched posterior of Mrs. Bunting for his mouth & the thin, slender, boyish figure of Justine in his hands.

W the double attack from top and bottom, Mrs. Bunting raised one leg to her chest. This gave Jimmy more room for his tongue between the cheeks to taste & rim her slightly hairy arsehole. Craning his neck farther back, he thrust rust his jaw more forward until he was touching tongues w Justine as she munched & salivates over Mrs. Bunting's increasingly juicy cunt. Thus the young couple kept their mouths tight on Mrs. Bunting & licked her in unison not just from clit to anus but from her pubic mound to her tailbone. While Justine was a virgin w boys before she had Jimmy, she played w her fellow girlfriends & ate pussy on several occasions. Thus, she brought Mrs. Bunting to orgasm on her experienced tongue while Jimmy added staccato rhythms & syncopation to their mouth music.

After her third orgasm, Mrs. Bunting rolled onto her side in a silent attempt to reduce the oral onslaught. She was getting tender & sensitive w all the new attention. Jimmy & Justine removed their mouths & worked together to reveal more of their caregiver's body. Jimmy again took the front of Mrs. Bunting's blouse, but, w Justine's help on the back, the apron was removed & the blouse was loosened & ready for removal quickly & easily. Justine nuzzled Mrs. Bunting's neck and reach around to squeeze her ample breasts through what little cloth remained. Jimmy began kissing Mrs. Bunting's neck from the front & slowly kissed & sucked each inch of skin exposed for inspection. Helping her arm out of the sleeve of the dress top, bodice & camisole under that, Jimmy inhaled his former nurse's fingers, wrist, forearm, elbow, upper arm, shoulder, and armpit. Justine helped pull the top down in the back and set her lips to the shoulder blade & the spine starting at the ticklish nape. Jimmy continued his passion across the flat upper chest & soft bulges of cleavage that began to slip from their loosened confinement.

Mrs. Bunting sighed & gasped at the combined attention of her junior lovers. She giggled like Justine at some points while moaning low like a cow in heat at others. Rolling atop Jimmy onto her hands and knees, Mrs. Bunting looked at Jimmy w gladness like a new mother seeing her babe for the first time. After Justine finished pulling the dress and underclothes from Mrs. Bunting's middle-aged body, Jimmy renewed that vision by suckling on those large mammaries as he had over a decade before. Only this time, instead of being a crying infant suckling for comfort & food, Jimmy was a naked maturing teenager of 14 playing with his 49 year old nursemaid with expressed intent of giving her pleasure like she might have had w her late husband. Justine wasn't idle during this interlude. Taking advantage of the new position, Justine pulled the dress completely off and stroked the soft back & ample posterior of her new nursemaid. In 37 years, Justine might be just as hefty, wide-hipped & curvy as Mrs. Bunting, but until then the skinny, flat-chested preteen was going to enjoy both the nurse in sapphic passion and Jimmy in a lifelong commitment. Justine rubbed her left hand along Mrs. Bunting's buttocks, thighs & dripping cunt.

Her right hand found Jimmy's crotch and stroked his erect cock & loose hanging balls. Pushing down on Mrs. Bunting's hips, the older woman slowly lowered herself onto her teen boyfriend. Justine directed Jimmy's cock into the slick, hairy slot above him. Feeling the slick warmth, Jimmy gave an instinctive thrust upward w his hips. His cockhead slid along the slick lips but didn't penetrate. Relaxing, Justine tried to line them up again. Again, he pushed too soon. The 3rd try, Jimmy decided to not push. Justine rubbed Jimmy's dick all over Mrs. Bunting's splayed cooter giving them both delightful feelings. Finally, Justine held the tip of Jimmy's cock in position while grabbing his butt to slowly rise up. The slower motion at last resulted in the successful entrance of Jimmy into Mrs. Bunting's lonely hips.

Mrs. Bunting arched her back & lowered her hips onto Jimmy as Jimmy instinctively began a rhythmic thrusting. Justine sat back on her haunches to enjoy the sight & squishing sounds of her handiwork. Reaching her hand gently forward, she lightly touched Jimmy's slicked shaft as it slid smoothly up and down. Cupping his balls in her hand, she weighed them carefully as they bounced & jiggled w the boy's motions. Tracing the line back up, Justine ran her finger around Mrs. Bunting's nether lips. Stretched downward by Jimmy's peter, a small gap was at the top. Justine slid her slender finger inside & felt the heat & moisture of Mrs. Bunting's insides & the contrasting hardness of Jimmy's rhythm. She was startled from her reverie when she heard Jimmy moan her name, "Oh, Justine, that feels good."

Like a guilty child, Justine pulled her finger out but kept touching the interconnected lovers. Stroking her finger up a little more, she noticed Mrs. Bunting's anus open and close like a little mouth in time w Jimmy's strokes. If she timed it right, she could slide her slicked finger inside. She just had to match Jimmy's pattern & the rhythm of Mrs. Bunting's relaxation & contraction. Placing her finger at the opening, Justine pushed gently. Sure enough, it opened & her finger slipped inside. Mrs. Bunting threw her head back at the rectal intrusion. First one knuckle, then the next. In 3 strokes, Justine's middle finger was completely engulfed in Mrs. Bunting's arse. Mrs. Bunting moaned loudly. Placing her other hand on the hip, Justine set up a rhythm matching Jimmy's: in, out, in, out. Justine fingerfucked the older woman's arsehole. The older woman tried to look at Justine, but her eyes kept rolling up into her head as the double penetration took its toll on her body & mind.

Justine withdrew her finger & Kay down on her belly w her nose mere inches from the coupling of her two friends. This time, instead of her finger, Justine extended her tongue to them & licked the pussy juice from Jimmy's pecker & sucked the hairy lips of Mrs. Bunting while they fucked. Mrs. Bunting felt a 4th then a 5th orgasm wash over her. Not as strong or as powerful as before but pleasantly wonderful nonetheless.

For some reason, despite the delight of being in Mrs. Bunting's naked arms & fucking her for the first time, even w Justine's involvement, Jimmy still felt far away from his own release. Still, he kept thrusting his surrogate mother for all he was worth. He squeezed her large breasts into his chest & sucked on their dark, erect tips when opportunity afforded it. Feeling Justine's tongue on his thrusting cock was exciting, but it also helped reduce the sheer volume of juices that Mrs. Bunting produced. In fact, she was so slick that Jimmy hardly felt anything at all inside the woman. But the tipping point was finally reached when he felt Justine's tongue again, on his tight, hairless anus. He'd never felt a tongue there before & the new thrill sent him over the edge. Groaning & grunting, Jimmy thrust one last time as he spewed spurt after spurt into the open & welcome cunt of his nursemaid.

As he relaxed and lowers himself, his cock was no longer able to reach its recent home &, even though he hadn't deflated, Jimmy's cock plopped out of Mrs. Bunting's pussy. Justine was already there w her tongue to lap up the white cream. Moving between the source of the spunk by sucking on Jimmy's cock itself to drain him and the recent destination of the spunk as it oozed from Mrs. Bunting's pink recesses, Justine slurped it all up until both of them were cleaned.

Mrs. Bunting slid to one side of Jimmy's body & stroked his young face.

"Thank you, Jimmy. That was wonderful. You're the first man I've been with since my late husband all those years ago." Reaching between her knees, Mrs. Bunting pulled Justine up into a kiss & lay her next to Jimmy. "You both have given me something special to remember for a long time."

Jimmy looked her square in the eye. "Remember? I expect this to be a frequent occurrence."

Chapter 5

Jimmy started playing w Justine again as he started to get aroused. Mrs. Bunting got off the bed. Jimmy thought that she wanted to watch them do it like Justine had just watched & helped him & Mrs. Bunting. Instead, the older woman started putting her clothes back on. She didn't put on all her underclothes such as her knickers since she figured the horny kids would want to have quick access later. She noticed the questioning look on Jimmy's face & said to Justine, "I heard the clock chime. Lunch will be soon."

Justine nodded her head, then bolted upright in recognition. She also scrambled off the bed and started putting her yellow dress back on. Jimmy was feeling quite confused & a little rejected. "Come on, Jimmy," Justine said tossing his shirt to him. "Get dressed. We'll do this some more after lunch. Cook will be looking for us soon."

Jimmy got dressed slowly. He didn't want to leave. Getting caught by the cook wouldn't be good, but she was harmless.

Justine rushed Jimmy along to get dressed faster. He didn't see the point. Mrs. Bunting checked the nursery clock on the mantle. "You're late, Justine," she reminded. It wasn't a reprimand as much as an encouragement to go faster. Jimmy was quite confused.

Sufficiently clothed, Justine grabbed his hand & tugged Jimmy to the door. "Come on, Jimmy," she whined. "You're making us late."

Jimmy walked stiff-legged. "Late for what?!"

Justine & Mrs. Bunting smiled real big. "You'll see."

Justine led Jimmy down the hall to the guest bedroom over the study. It was neat & clean. The rare guest stayed here, but no one was visiting today. Justine knelt on the floor by the bed in the center of the room. She put her finger to her lips in a sign to be quiet & motioned for Jimmy to kneel by her. Once situated, Justine lifted the wooden floor grate which allowed hot air from below rise into the room. Another vent was in the ceiling to allow the heat to rise up to the 3rd floor.

With the floor grate removed, Justine leaned onto her elbows and looked into the hole in the floor. She grinned widely @ Jimmy & stared intently into the floor.

Jimmy was really curious if his girlfriend had lost her mind. He decided to look in as well before passing judgement. Leaning over the opening in the floor, Jimmy took a moment to orient his eyes to the dark hole. The intricately cut wood grate in the ceiling of the study dominated his view w its backlit shapes. Looking past the grate, Jimmy noticed a shocking sight that explained Justine's grin.

Below him in the study, Carlotta stood half-sitting on the corner of the desk. The black maid's dress & white apron was shifted from its usual neat appearance. The top was completely pulled down to her waist exposing a lot of naturally tanned skin including her medium sized breasts w dark nipples. Her right breast was being handled by a man's hand. Her left breast was covered by the man's head as he obviously suckled on the pretty teat. Jimmy stared at the scene for a moment in rapt attention of the raven-haired beauty below him.

As the nuzzling head began lowering on her body, Carlotta brought her hands from the edge of the desk where she was bracing herself to the man's sandy-blonde hair. His hands also moved from the soft & beautiful breasts above to the oversized skirt to expose the bare legs beneath. Like before, his face went to her junction & brought a deep sigh to the closed eyes of the serving girl.

Jimmy hadn't really been paying attention to the man, but suddenly Carlotta moaned, "Oh, Mr. Richland, that's so good!"

Richland?! That man oralizing the 20-something servant was his father: James Richland Sr.! Jimmy scanned the room for his mother, but she wasn't in the room. His father was playing around behind Mother's back! His reverie was broken by a change in the sounds below.

Carlotta had turned around on the desk so her bare rump faced Jimmy's father who had gripped the girl's hips and was busy sawing himself between the spread cheeks of the bent over girl. James himself was hardly exposed at all. His gray suit w tie & vest looked as immaculate as ever. Only the slight white flash in the shadows behind the tanned arse of the young girl sufficed for his exposure. Carlotta squeaked each time he entered her. His rhythm was quick w short strokes. His lowered face looking at the heart-shaped hips of his lover slowly raised w closed eyes as he neared his climax. Finally, his face fully reached toward the ceiling as his back arched & he thrust deeply into the welcoming hips. Jimmy stared squarely into his father's O-face w full understanding of the implications of what he was witnessing. James relaxed and pulled himself from Carlotta's recesses. After wiping his wet dick on her skirt, James tucked himself back into his pants, zipped up & sat down behind his desk again.

Carlotta was slower to move, to come back erect and to cover her pretty body. Her skirt fell on its own, but she struggled w her top. It seemed too small for her bosom. James stared at the girl as she attempted to re-cover herself. Finally, James stood up behind her again. As she leaned back against him, James fondled her breasts and kissed the face craned around toward his. W James' hands on her breasts, smashing them to her ribs and pulling them to the side, Carlotta slowly rebuttoned her top. James helped stuff her back inside the cloth, but their lips never parted from the others'. Completely dressed, Carlotta turned fully into her master's arms and hugged him tightly to her.

"Thanks for understanding, Mr. Richland."

"It's all going to be okay, Carlotta," he spoke softly. "I'll always be here to help u through whatever u face."

Jimmy didn't understand the conversation, but it hardly mattered. His father's dalliance w the serving girl was enough.

Jimmy was somewhat startled when Justine touched his shoulder to replace the floor grate. He raised his eyebrows at her. "Whoa! Dad & Carlotta?!"

"Yes, every morning at 11am," Mrs. Bunting answered the full, unspoken question. Jimmy jumped at her voice. He didn't realize that she was even in the room.

"Is it always Carlotta?"

"Ever since Louisa died, Carlotta has been coming into the study @ 11."

"What's Louisa have to do w this?"

"Before that, Louisa was your Dad's lover."

"Louisa?!"

Mrs. Bunting sat down on the bed. "When u were still small, Louisa started working here; she wasn't much older than Justine. Her family was poor & needed money. She sent nearly all her money home, but it wasn't enough. They sent numerous sad letters to her needing more money. One of the letters even encouraged her to steal valuables from the house to send them. Louisa wouldn't steal, but she was at a loss of what to do. She was barely 16 when she first took the matter to your father. He worked w her by paying her regularly & giving her time to go to town & send the money home, but her small income wasn't going to be enough. Finally, in desperation, Louisa uttered the fateful words, 'I'll do anything to earn more money & help my family. Anything!'

"As it happened, the Master & Misses had a serious argument that very morning about some personal matters. Your father was interested in getting back at your mother so he offered her 1/2 pound per week extra for sexual favors. Louisa was still a virgin at the time, but she understood what was being asked of her. She agreed. That day it was merely a blowjob. A few days later, another. Next week, he was playing w her small breasts. Next month, he was licking her pussy. By the end of the year, he'd taken her virginity & upped her salary by a full pound sterling per week. Louisa confides in me fairly early in this matter. I advised her to do what she was comfortable w, and succeeded in finding this spot to watch her deflowering. It became a daily ritual for them. Your mother doesn't know.

"Carlotta knew. She wanted in on the action. She doesn't have a needy family in southern Spain; she has expensive tastes. After Louisa died, Carlotta came in at 11 just like Louisa used to. She wanted the same deal. Mr. Richland had gotten a taste for young flesh and was unable to resist. Now it's them every morning at 11."

Jimmy was flabbergasted. "I never knew any of this."

"I usually sent u outside to play so I could watch them in quiet," Mrs. Bunting grinned. "If the walls could talk, it'd be an interesting tale worth hearing."

W that, they heard the bell ringing them for lunch. As the sat at the table set w cold roasted chicken from last night's dinner, bread, butter, & marmalade, Jimmy kept looking at his father & Carlotta to discern any differences in their appearance, demeanor or behavior toward each other. Both were relaxed & talkative, but there was nothing distinctive about either person. Carlotta tended to touch or brush up against Father often, but was it truly more often than normal? Maybe this was their normal, at least after a relaxing before lunch tryst.

Mother, on the other hand, looked somewhat pale & quiet. She seemed nervous & edgy. Father noticed. "Is everything alright, Charlotte, dear? You seem a bit on edge at the moment."

Mother jumped at the comment. "I'm sorry, but I am a bit out of sorts. Buntoo was supposed to plant some roses in the north garden but I can't find where he planted them or if they ever arrived to plant."

Father acknowledged the plate set before him by Carlotta & seemed to close his eyes for a while & breath deeply before responding. "I thought u were going to discuss the matter with him earlier this morning? Didn't u say that was where u were going after Jimmy left for the nursery?"

"Indeed," Mother admitted. "I wandered all over the grounds looking for Buntoo, he had disappeared."

Carlotta stopped carrying plates in & spoke up, "He had to go to town this morning, Madame. He just now returned w your roses."

Carlotta winked at Mother as she said 'roses'. Was there more intrigue going on here?

Mother relaxed somewhat. " Then I will speak w him about it right after lunch. What're your plans, James?"

"I also need to go back into town," James said. "I had some correspondence arrive that I must respond to immediately. As a matter of fact," he rustled through his pockets to pull out a small letter. "This most urgent business involves your boarding school, Jimmy. As a lord of England, I am responsible for certain oversights of the government. The Ministry of Education is one of my duties. They are not pleased w Headmaster Strickman. Not pleased at all. His personal behavior at the school has already caused problems, & it seems to be causing more. Know anything about this, Jimmy?"

Jimmy & Justine both looked up at the name of their old headmaster. His name & cruelty was burned into their memory.

Jimmy hesitated and searched for words. "I'm not sure exactly what you're referring to, Father. However, I recognized Justine as soon as we met this morning. She & her mother were employed in Headmaster Strickman's boarding school. The scars on her back were put there by the Headmaster himself as a punishment for her being kissed by a boy. He accused her of witchcraft & seduction. 'Destroy the body to save the soul' was his declared motto."

Father & Mother winced at the testimony. "Did she ever tell who kissed her?" Father asked.

"She never told them, but I'll tell u. I kissed her."

Mother gushed at the admission. "Oh, Jimmy. Was she your first love?"

Jimmy blushed. "Not if u don't count u & Mrs. Bunting."

Mother winked at Mrs. Bunting. "Oh, no, we don't count. We live u regardless, and it's only natural to return it. But Justine & u, huh? Very romantic."

Justine grabbed Jimmy's arm and smiled. She was concerned that the admission would meet more reprisals, but Mrs. Richland seemed happy at their pairing.

Father was more reserved. "Fortunately for u, this infatuation is still legal. Parliament is already considering raising the age of consent from 12 to 13. It's expected to pass this August. Still, that would put u in trouble, Jimmy, not little Justine. Such a severe beating over an outdated & arcane an idea as witchcraft in a young girl who is obviously boy-crazy... Intolerable. Far too much abuse is justified over that stupid saying, & none of it has any basis in proof.

"However, the real question is his dealings w a girl by the name of Georgette & a boy named Henry. Know either of them?"

Jimmy & Justine looked at each other. "Henry was one of my friends at school. He enjoyed using people & throwing them away. He tried to use Justine as his pawn, but she fell in love w me rather than him. Instead he used Georgette. He used Georgette to get his way w the boys in the dorm, the monitors, etc. Why?"

"What's Henry's last name?" Father asked writing the details on a paper.

"Waxberry? I'm pretty sure he's Henry Waxberry."

"And Georgette's?"

"Merriwether." Justine spoke up. "Her mother is Mary Merriwether. Mum would know her."

Father looked up & stared blankly. "Are you certain that we're talking about Henry Waxberry & Georgette Merriwether. No confusion? Not Waxwether and Merriberry."

Jimmy & Justine nodded solemnly & confused. Why were those name so important?

"I hope Henry wasn't a close friend of yours, Jimmy."

"No, Sir. We did stuff together in the beginning, but after I met Justine we quickly grew apart."

"Good. Thank you, Jimmy & Justine," Father smiled standing. "Carlotta, make this lunch a sandwich. I need to eat it on the go. I have not a single moment to lose. This going to get interesting." He smiled as he headed toward the door.

Mother didn't turn to watch him go. Instead she stared off into space facing the window.

"You alright, Mother?"

Mother shook her head to clear the cobwebs. "Yes, I'm fine. I was just imagining how those roses would look along that row of hedges yonder." Jimmy, Justine, & Mrs. Bunting looked out the window to the North Garden. Buntoo was busy digging in the dirt. The heat from the early summer sun had encouraged him to remove his shirt. His muscular black body glistened from sweat as he troweled the dirt where Mother wanted her roses.

"Jimmy," Mrs. Bunting said. "Why don't we go for a walk after lunch in the West Garden. We've been inside all day. Some fresh air would do us all some good."

Mother zoned out again.

"Ok," Jimmy said quietly. He wanted to go back upstairs & play w Justine some more. It'll have to wait until later.

Mrs. Bunting led the young couple from the west side of the house through the West Garden to a beautiful, leafy tree w low branches on the south side. The tree's branches hung over the divider hedge to the South Garden and the small shed on the other side. Mrs. Bunting hurried them to the base of the tree and waited expectantly by the hedge.

Jimmy could sense the tension in the air like an oncoming storm. He wanted to ask what was going on, but seemed to understand that quiet was the word of the day. In a few moments, he heard the sound of heavy footsteps. He couldn't see through the hedge but the person was very large & likely carrying something heavy.

Mrs. Bunting put her index finger on her pursed lips to ensure silence then indicated that they should climb the tree. Jimmy lead the way up. He climbed a couple branches above the hedge & scooted out onto it. The dense leaves concealed him from below but he had a good view of the South Garden & the skylight into the shed. Justine climbed slower & only just cleared the hedge when she ducked behind it again as she saw Mrs. Richland half-walking, half-skipping toward the isolated garden shed. Her sun bonnet & throw hindered her progress .

"Buntoo," she called out. "Buntoo, I need to talk to you about those roses."

Buntoo emerged from the shed w his shirt off. The large African man was a skilled gardener. He was brought to England years ago while still a small boy. His parents were landscapers to a large estate in Darbyshire. Buntoo learned what they taught him & soon became known for his own landscape designs. His poor enunciation of the Queen's English was all that held him back from rising to the top in the field.

"I ha' alrid-i planteed da rooses, M'am."

"Some roses, yes, the red ones and I saw the yellow roses, but what about the pink roses?" Mother removed the bonnet & throw while she spoke to him.

"Peenk?" Buntoo scratch his head. "What Peenk rooses did you need me to plant?"

"Your catalogue still in the shed?" Mother asked while tossing the throw over her arm & unbuttoning the tight collar that seemed to strangle her from her exertion & the unseasonably warm day.

"Aye," Buntoo gestured to the door. "Coom een and shou me."

Mrs. Charlotte Richland entered the small shed w Buntoo close behind. He closer the door & the 3 clandestine eavesdroppers heard the wooden latch slide to lock the door from the inside.

Mrs. Bunting looked up into the tree to see Jimmy staring at the roof of the shed. Justine peaked her head over the hedge & climbed a little higher. Smaller & lighter, she could go farther out on the limb. Jimmy soon had to look past Justine's brown hair to see inside the shed's skylight.

Mrs. Bunting was tempted to climb the tree herself. Instead, she went to the hedge nearest the tree where the poor sunlight had retarded the growth of the hedge & squeezed through the branches. On the other side, she crept up to the back of the shed and found her preferred crack in to wall. She had been out here before.

Inside, Mrs. Bunting saw Charlotte on her knees in front of Buntoo w the landscaper's pants dropped to the ground. Her hands slid up and down his sweaty, massive thighs, especially the back of his thighs while Charlotte's face snuggled close to the long, hanging tube of black flesh that hung between his legs. Buntoo was certainly a well-endowed African male. Charlotte nuzzled the long cock w her cheek, then nose, then as it grew & rose from his legs, Charlotte began nibbling the extended shaft and the low hanging fruit beneath.

"Oh, Buntoo," she sighed as she traced the length of his penis w her tongue. "Oh, how did I ever do without u?"

Buntoo smiled a toothy grin that seemed to glow in the dark like the disembodied Cheshire Cat's grin. Buntoo gently touched his Mistress' brown hair & looked down on her like a treasured plaything.

Mrs. Richland brought both hands to his long bassoon and, while only using her lips on the bulbous head, played her fingers over his shaft like a clarinet. After a moment, she moved one hand to hold his hanging black walnuts while using the other hand to milk his injector of its cream.

"James will be gone all afternoon, Buntoo, " Charlotte grinned, rubbing the ebony rod against her pale white face. "I want to taste your cum then I want you to plant your seed in my pink rosebud."

Buntoo grinned again. "Aye, M'am, but I'll shoose which peenk rosebud."

Charlotte didn't say another word but proceeded to slobber, rub, and otherwise adore the long black fuckstick in her hands & mouth.

After several minutes, Buntoo said, "Use your teetees."

Charlotte sat back on her haunches as she undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse. Quickly undressing herself, she finally exposed a fairly large pair of breasts that were hiding under her tight layers of cloth. Mrs. Bunting heard Jimmy whistle overhead. Yes, his mother was definitely a blessed woman in that department. She was larger even than Mrs. Bunting, but fashion dictated the flat chested look.

Buntoo certainly knew & appreciated the mammaries before him. His massive black hands pawed her breasts, squeezing and milking her jugs. W a flip of his hips, Buntoo's massive member flopped into Charlotte's cleavage, almost smacking her face. Pushing her breasts together, Charlotte stared at the one-eyed wonder worm as it stared back at her. It's signature movement of rush in then retreat made her giddy w anticipation.

Charlotte looked up into Buntoo's face for the telltale signs if his impending ejaculation. First the staring down w concentration. Then the sighing and moaning. Finally the head back & quickened pace. Charlotte opened her mouth and clamped her lips tight around the night sausage just as Buntoo gave one last spastic thrust and began spurting his seed by buckets into her greedy mouth. Between the force of the spend & the volume, Mrs. Richland failed to keep it all in her mouth. At one point, she even pulled off completely to swallow & succeeded in getting a final blast of white jizz all over her perfectly powdered face and into her perfectly coiffed hair.

Charlotte was taken aback & held the glistening anaconda at arm's length pointed away from her like a loaded gun. "Wow!" she gasped, half-choking on the semen that went down the wrong way. "You were really ready for me."

"Oh, yes," Buntoo smiled. "I ha' been looking foe-wod to thees ool day." Buntoo folded his arms across his chest in pride.

Charlotte dropped her butt on the dirty shed floor. Spreading her legs wide, she raised her generous skirt to reveal her distinct lack of undergarments. The curly hair on her pussy sat like a beacon inviting all within sight to come see & partake. Buntoo dropped to his knees and placed his dark face between those ivory thighs. He kissed her hairy mound &, with his hands under her dainty butt, lifted her hips off the ground to his face like he was drinking hot soup from a bowl. Charlotte threw her arms to the ground on either side of her on an attempt to stay balanced & coherent. Buntoo, meantime, was using his long pink tongue on her pink flower & was just as determined for her to lose her balance & her mind. His skill coupled w her pent-up passion brought her to a loud climax quickly.

He then flipped her over and set her on her knees. Charlotte rolled her shoulders over to undo the twist she was in. As she pushed her face off the ground, Buntoo flipped the skirt up to reveal her pale moon, but, more importantly, used the long fingers of one hand to spread her short cheeks while using his other hand to line his skewer up to Charlotte's pink rosebud of an anus. She barely knew what Buntoo was doing before Buntoo had pushed the head of his schlong into her rectum. Steadying himself w his hands on her hips & shifting his feet, he pushed slowly and steadily more of himself into her exit port. Charlotte arched her back at the abrupt entry, and as Buntoo worked what felt like a yard of cock into her backside, Charlotte squeezed her face tight and growled at the extended intrusion. At long last, Buntoo was balls deep in the wealthy woman's pink rosebud, & he was ready to plant his seeds. At first, Charlotte could hardly stand the movement out any better than the initial insertion. By the 3rd stroke, she was relaxing. By the 10th stroke she moaned & sighed. By the 20th stroke, Buntoo was moaning. On stroke 52, Buntoo gripped those narrow white hips firmly while straining his hips as deeply into hers as he could go.

"Oh, M'am. Oh, Charlotte. Oh, what a fooking wonderful ass. Oh. Fook you. Buntoo lovs fooking you, Charlotte."

Charlotte laid her chest on the dirty floor. She was covered in sweat & dirt. She was sore & exhausted. "Thank you, Buntoo. I enjoy our time together as well. You are a wonderful gardener. I love how you plant your seeds. You can plant either of my pink roses any time u want."

Buntoo leaned over Lady Richland & gently squeezed her hanging boobs. His broad body almost completely overshadowed hers. After nearly 3 minutes, Buntoo sat up and back & slowly withdrew his wilted probe from her distended & gaping behind.

Mrs. Bunting backed away from the shed & squeezed through the hedge to the other side. Jimmy & Justine were already climbing down. Mrs. Bunting gave them the quiet sign again and pointed across the garden. Farther from the hedge, Jimmy & Justine burst out laughing.

"Oh my God!" Jimmy exclaimed flabbergasted. "First Dad & now Mom, too?! This is too much!"

Justine was also squealing at the whole sordid situation. "Your parents are horny little fuckers, aren't they?"

Mrs. Bunting tried to calm them down. "They're human. Their marriage has been filled w disappointments so they seek some excitement to dull the pain. Your father sought a younger woman. Your mother found a thrill in a black man. Not that unusual in desire, but few actually follow through. And most of those types of situations are doomed to self-destruct anyway. The thrill will be gone soon."

Jimmy nodded in understanding, but Mrs. Bunting could tell that something was busy working behind his innocuous gaze. Justine simply sighed onto Jimmy's arm content in their togetherness. The sex was great, but that wasn't why she loved him. She didn't know why, but Jimmy was the best thing that could ever happen to her.

Chapter 6

Jimmy was so distracted by the day's observations that he couldn't concentrate on anything else. He asked lots of questions of Mrs. Bunting. She & the cook knew almost every illicit hook-up & tryst on the estate. The cook knew about Mrs. Bunting & Jimmy for years. Mrs. Bunting even said that the cook would come up to both watch & enjoy Jimmy's boyhood as well. Jimmy shook his head. It's not that he didn't believe her, but he didn't remember any witnesses or other participants. It was always just Mrs. Bunting's hand or mouth, as far back as he can remember. Honestly, he could remember back that far: 6 maybe 5 years old w spatters of images before that.

Jimmy talked w the cook privately in the late afternoon while Justine was doing actual school work. Mrs. Betsy Grainier was a happy, rotund woman w twinkling dark eyes & rosy cheeks that seemed in a perpetual grin. Unlike a lot of cooks, Mrs. Grainier was usually laughing & joking while putting her meals together. It made for a pleasant work environment w low stress & kept employee turn over low. Louisa was the first staff member that needed replacement in a long time. Jimmy didn't beat around the bush when he spoke w her. He started off by admitting his relationship w Mrs. Bunting & the cooks prior involvement w him. She smiled.

"You were always such an eager boy, Jimmy," she said as she sat back in her favorite rocking chair. They were in the cook's private suite off the kitchen. A simple sitting room & bedroom gave her a measure of privacy & feeling of at home while keeping her near her duties at all times. She lay her interlaced fingers across her bulging belly as she leaned back in her rocker. "You seemed to have a perpetual hard-on & loved any one who wanted to play w it. Mrs. Bunting played the most, but I had a go w you a few times & there were others who enjoyed you also."

"Others? Who?"

"Louisa had a turn w you once," Mrs. Grainier said in a sing-song voice of recollection. "Almost all the girls in the house played w you at one time or another. Most did it privately, but a few only had the courage together."

"I was in an orgy?"

"Not really," she agreed. "The three Walker Sisters did everything together. They definitely took u en masse. It was more group sex rather than the chaotic bacchanalia you're imagining."

"How old was I?"

Mrs. Grainier put one hand on her chin & looked at the ceiling. "Mrs. Bunting first started playing w u when u were about 3. She started talking to me about it. I watched her & had some evenings w u less than a month later. Word got around & pretty soon the entire staff was going to the nursery once a month or so for a turn. U might only remember Mrs. Bunting, but we all played w your peter. It was educational for the younger girls & just plain relaxing for us older ones."

"When did that stop? I don't remember this."

"When u were around 6," Cook nodded. " We didn't want u to remember. We didn't want to remember being used by us. Mrs. Bunting kept going so u'd have a happy, solid relationship to tue those memories to. Now that your older and able to handle such things, we can go again." She smiled at him while glancing at the lumps & folds of his trousers hoping to see a sign of his erection. That horny old goat!

Jimmy felt a little embarrassed that Mrs. Grainier wanted him like that. He hardly knew her. The only people he'd done anything with, to his memory, was Mrs. Bunting & Justine. Sure Justine was practically sex at first sight, but ... she was different. They were supposed to be together. He changed the subject: "Mrs. Bunting said that my parents' marriage was disappointing. How so?"

"Simple," Cook agreed. "After you were born while they were young, they were looking forward to several more children. When you were about 4, the Misses went into labor w a little girl, your sister Elizabeth."

" I have no sister," Jimmy interrupted.

"You did ... or would have, but there were complications. The baby died & your mother was close to death as well. That butcher of a doctor was likely to blame for that & the poor condition of her insides afterward." Mrs. Grainier leaned forward for emphasis as if in confidence. "Your mother can never conceive or bear children again. You are, and forevermore will be, her only child. That also explains her behavior of late."

"You mean w Buntoo?"

"Exactly."

"How does that explain it?"

"Standards of morality are set down from on high differently for different people," Cook began. "A wealthy & important woman like your mother has a different standard than poor, common folks like me. If a peasant girl gets pregnant, who cares? Sent to orphanage, relatives, raised alone, whatever. No one cares about us; our lives go on without so much as a reprimand from the priest. If your mother gets pregnant & it's not by your father, the world seems to end. They might divorce. The child would be stigmatized. Half the children in England don't know who their true father is except wealthy children such as yourself. The men in their lives do what their best by the children in their home, even if he ain't his because he's got a child in someone else's home that ain't that fathers'. So it all works. The children grow up, learn a trade & start the process all over again. In the past 60 years, I had over 15 lovers, 2 husbands, & 5 children by who knows which of them. I've lived a sexually full & happy life. Now, I content myself w the girls in the house & wait for death or retirement. The only thing keeping the wealthy women from acting like me is the risk of pregnancy. Now that your mother is permanently infertile, there's no holding her back."

A knock at the door broke their serious mood. Regina peeked her head in the door. "Mrs. McGinnis & I are getting Madame her 2 o'clock tea, Mum. Need anything?"

Cook shook her head No, but then said, "Do u have a few minutes for me, Regina?"

Regina popped her head back out & spoke on the other side of the door. "Speaking of the girls in this house," Cook said quietly.

"Sure," Regina said calmly as she came in w a skip & closed the door. "What do u need?"

"How long have u worked for this family?"

Regina fiddled w her fingers. "9 years, Mum. I started when I was 16. I turned 25 this past March."

"9 years," she repeated. "How old were u 9 years ago, Jimmy?"

"I would've been 5."

"Regina, do u remember, Master Jimmy when he was 5?"

Regina smiled. "Oh yes, I remember him well. He was a right ornery little boy: always stealing sugar, cinnamon & chocolate from our pantry. Didn't like the carob so much & stopped snitching after that."

Mrs. Grainier laughed at the memory. "I'd nearly forgotten about that. Did u ever get invited to the nursery of an evening?"

"Aye, Mum," Regina blushed. "Mrs. Bunting asked if I was experienced w boys. I wasn't. So she said that Jimmy here was very willing & eager to educate me. I thought about it, but I couldn't pluck up the courage to go. I asked when he got a little older, but Mrs. Bunting made some excuse so I never did."

"Have u gotten experience w boys since then?"

"Aye, a little," Regina's blush deepened. "Sam in the stable asked me to visit some time. I've gone out there every afternoon this week. At first, we just talked. We kissed for the first time yesterday. He squeezed my tush just now. I still feel all fluttery. It's exhilarating!"

Mrs. Grainier smiled a knowing smile. "I know how u feel, girl. Kinda like when we're together?"

"Kinda, but different ... more intense. The anticipation is driving me crazy. I want to stay out there w him, but I can't. I want to invite him in, but he can't. For an hour, we're together. I scarcely remember the other 23."

Mrs. Grainier nodded and reminisced to herself, former loves and by-gone dreams. "Well," she said after a moment. "Sam is a fine boy, Regina. Just realize that all of his experience comes from the ewes in his stable. Jimmy is here, on the other hand, is back in the house and is again willing and able to help you get experience w boys. Wanna have a go at him now?"

Regina looked at the boy, smiled, and shook her head. "Not today, Mum. I understand that Justine is getting most of his attention."

It was Jimmy's turn to blush.

Mrs. Grainier didn't force the point. "If Sam is a disappointment, let me know, Regina. I'm sure Jimmy here will be ready if u change your mind."

Regina curtsied & left.

"Sorry, Jimmy," Cook said sheepishly. "I tried. Those ewes don't teach a boy to become a man, only to become an animal. Regina will be back & asking for your attention. I promise you."

"You mentioned the moral standards for women," again Jimmy changed the subject. "It seems the standards for men are just as low either way."

"It seems that way, and in part it is, but men are different altogether." Cook leaned back in her rocking chair. "Men don't get pregnant, so the consequence of their fun is less directly tied to them. Instead, the consequences must become either public, extremely personal, or of such a publicly damning nature that others will respond. A tryst w a servant girl or any peasant girl is easily swept under the rug w money & connections. It can even seem charitable at the time.

"Most of society turns a blind eye to men w their girlfriends, most wives do as well. Other moral infractions are less tolerated. You won't be expected to behave like a 'proper gentlemen' until you're 16 or even 20. That's when you'll be put more in the spotlight and under more general scrutiny.

"Enjoy your youth, Jimmy. Fuck every girl who will let you, especially near your age. If you haven't laid your shaft inside Justine's hips, do it & do it often, Mrs. Bunting too. If u want, I'll arrange trysts for u. I'll put the word out & get every young girl in the house, neigh, in the neighborhood to come by. You may not remember the Walker Sisters, but they remember you. We can arrange that orgy you asked about so u can remember it this time. Interested?"

Jimmy's heart beat faster & his cock stood up as Mrs. Grainier talked about the possibilities for Jimmy in his youth. He was so distracted by the options that he never noticed Cook lean forward, scoot her chair closer, & place her pudgy hand on Jimmy crotch.

He looked into her eyes & saw them twinkle again. "I think u are, my little horny devil. Let me help u with this, then u can go dream of a hundred beauties just like Regina & Justine."

Jimmy sat stock still, frozen in his seat. He made no move as Cook dropped to her knees in front of him & pulled his zipper down. Fishing out his erect dick sent Cook's tongue licking back & forth on her lips. As it was still coming into view, Cook's mouth engulfed him and took it out of view again. She took him as far into her mouth as he was capable and sucked as if to pull it off his young body. Jimmy gasped at the technique. He slipped forward in his chair w his hips hugged close to Cook's face. As his covered buttocks left the seat, her hands grasped them firmly & w great zeal and intent, massaging them through his pants. At last, she released him just as quickly as she inhaled him.

"Whoa, Mrs. Grainier," Jimmy said. "I wasn't expecting that."

She merely smiled & took him in again w her hands pulling him roughly into her face. As deep as he could go, she extended her tongue and licked at his tight sack, even rubbing it w her lower lip as if trying to put them in her mouth as well.

Jimmy was still in shock at the aggressive maneuver when he heard the door open. Regina peered around the door & stopped w her mouth just as opened in shock as Jimmy's. She came in & closed the door. She still hadn't said what she intended. Instead, she knelt next to Jimmy facing Mrs. Grainier as she studied closely her supervisor's technique on the lad. Cook opened her eyes, saw Regina, & released Jimmy from her mouth.

"Are u sure u don't want a go, Regina? Just a suck? A lick? A nibble? A close examination?"

Regina silently nodded her head. Cook put her hand on the girl's head and pulled her face down into Jimmy's lap & her mouth onto the pre-moistened cock. Regina didn't inhale like Cook did. A tentative kiss, a slow lick, followed by a hesitant acceptance of the erection between her lips. A suck on the head before moving down. A suck on the longer portion in her mouth and moving down again. Finally, the full cock in her mouth. His small size was perfect for sucking. Her mouth was overjoyed at the thrill of it. She sucked him like a candy cane at Christmas. Slurping almost completely off, she took him in again. Lifting the shaft to lick under it and down to the tight ball sack, Regina took each testicle into her mouth.

"Those are very sensitive, Regina," Mrs. Grainier was ever the watchful mother hen. "You're ok; just don't be too rough."

Regina closed her eyes as she focused on the delicate nuances of the processes going on between her mouth & Jimmy's genitalia. Jimmy squeezed his eyes tight shut as his climax approached. This was more & better oral stimulation than he'd ever received before.

Cook noticed Jimmy's reaction & warned Regina who was back sucking on his prick. "He's about to cum, Regina. Decide now: swallow, spit, or let him blast your face."

Regina looked a little confused. She pulled her mouth off to ask a question, but her last jerk w her hand was all Jimmy needed. Before she uttered the first sound, Jimmy unleashed his load of cum all over the side of Regina's face, hair, & hand. Some cum dripped down onto her uniform.

Cook laughed. "I tried to warn you. Here, let me help you clean up."

Jimmy sat back in his chair exhausted as he watched Cook lean over Regina's face and proceed to lick every drop of cum from her freckled, pale skin. Cook even sucked on Regina's red hair to clear the drops that clumped her hair together. Regina sighed at the attention, but soon began to return the affection. She kissed Cook's face & neck. Her hands came up to Cook's very large breasts. Mrs. Grainier also began extending her attention beyond merely cleaning the surprised oralist. Jimmy stared w awe at the unabashed lesbian display.

Regina eventually opened her eyes & saw Jimmy staring at them. She pulled Cook up to her prior sitting position. Cook looked at Jimmy & smiled. "Don't mind him. He wants to see us do it all. Don't u, boy?"

Jimmy nodded and swallowed hard. "Isn't homosexuality part of those intolerated moral infractions? Why can women play w other women w/o repercussion?"

Cook looked at Regina, then at Jimmy. "I'd say that most men fantasize about being w two women at the same time. When women are together, it helps men imagine themselves between them, & it's a purer passion. Males together is always about domination & effeminization. We two can be together without pretending to be men or trying to overcome the other. We simply want to show our desire & love for the other via physical affection. Men are all about lifting self up & putting the other down, yes?"

Jimmy recognized this even in the playground.

"So, men become women when w another man, but women can remain women even w another woman."

Jimmy seemed to understand.

Regina, meantime, had started kissing Cook's neck again. Cook shrugged her shoulders at the touch. "To the bed, girl. Let's be comfortable."

Cook stood & led Regina into the adjacent bedroom & onto the spacious bed. Jimmy wanted to watch so he followed them. Sitting on a chair near the foot, Jimmy had a perfect view of the kitchen couple: the older, round cook & the young, petite scullery maid. Jimmy's orgasm took a lot of his attention away from the action ahead. He saw the revealing of skin: Regina's shoulder, Mrs. Grainier's breast, Regina's breast, tongues on breasts, hands sliding under skirts. Regina lifted her knee to allow Mrs. Grainier access to her snatch and also gave Jimmy a perfect view of her unknickered pudendum. Mrs. Grainier followed her hand w her face & quickly covered the girl's crotch w her face & hair. Regina finished the 69 by sliding under Cook's hips & attacking the large hipped woman from below.

Jimmy got up & moved around to behind Mrs. Grainier to observe Regina's view of the happy woman. Mrs. Grainier's fat butt concealed a lot of her features. Regina glanced up to spot Jimmy standing by her head & used her hands to spread Cook's rump for Jimmy's inspection. Jimmy pondered the large, fleshy lips that Regina was sucking on, the longer, thinner, flappy lips inside of those. In his few times involved w Justine & Mrs. Bunting, he'd never stopped to simply look at a naked woman. Now, w these two opposites & lovelies before him, he noticed everything he could about them.

Regina extended one of her long, slender fingers up the revealed crack to Mrs. Grainier's puckered rosebud. He saw Buntoo place himself in his mother's anus earlier from a distance. But now he had a front row seat to Regina finger-fucking the old woman's hole while sucking on her from beneath. Cook lifted her head from Regina's crotch at the intrusion. Jimmy thought she might be close to climaxing so he went to that end of the bed to watch her face. Always before he was so closely involved in the action that he couldn't observe a woman's O-face properly. Now, w good afternoon sunlight coming in the window & a personal invitation to be nearby, Jimmy sat back in his former seat & stared at Mrs. Grainier's face as she contorted & sighed & moaned & convulsed from excited to reaching to attaining her orgasm.

Jimmy looked back at Regina's red haired cunt. It was smaller in all ways: smaller lips, smaller hips, smaller opening between them & smaller anus. Mrs. Grainier noticed Jimmy staring and gave him the tour. "Regina is an excellent specimen of womanhood, isn't she?"

Jimmy nodded.

"Here," she said pointing at the top of her cleft where a little nubbin poked through the curly red hair. "Put your lips there. Kiss it. Flick it w your tongue. Then suck on it real hard."

Jimmy nodded. He leaned onto the bed & sniffed Regina's more mature pussy. He liked it. He extended his lips and kissed the nubbin. Regina shuddered. "Oh, Betsy, what are h doing to me?"

Jimmy looked the old woman in the eye who urged him to go on. Jimmy extended his tongue and gently flicked the erect clitoris. Again Regina responded by arcing her back & trying to roll away. Cook's body atop gets left Regina prone & open to whatever she had planned, and what she had planned was Jimmy. Jimmy didn't need any more encouragement. Despite Regina's confusion & ignorance, Jimmy sucked the clit w strength & vigor. He even flicked it lightly while sucking. Cook had already brought Regina most of the way, but Jimmy was the final straw that brought Regina's crashing climax. And crash she did: her thighs came crashing down hard onto Jimmy's tender head, capturing him in her locked grip & threatening to suffocate him in her virgin body. Cook laughed at Regina's reaction & Jimmy's desperate attempt to extricate himself. As she came down, Regina relaxed her legs & fell limp onto the bed. Sliding off the maid's body, Mrs. Grainier pulled Jimmy up onto the half-dressed girl. Reaching under him, Cook again pulled his erection into the light & directed him into the prone body. Jimmy recognized what she was trying to do & got into position above Regina. Mrs. Grainier rubbed Jimmy's cock head all over Regina's open pussy & readied it at the virgin entrance. As she started to stir again, Cook pushed Jimmy's butt down hard. Regina's eyes flew open w a gasp as she felt her body receive a man for the first time. Jimmy pushed in with the rump push & held Regina tightly in his grip.

"Oh, Betsy! What have u done to me?"

Cook smiled as Jimmy began a slow, gentle in-out motion. "I've given your virginity to young Master Jimmy here as I promised him." As she spoke, Mrs. Grainier began removing Jimmy's clothes. Trousers first, he stared at his bare buttocks as it flexed and relaxed between the milk white skin of the red-haired beauty. "I love to see young men have sex, and u needed a young man worthy of your body. Sam won't satisfy you. Trust me. Jimmy here is growing into a fine specimen of manhood." Cook placed her hand on Jimmy's bare backside as he continued humping Regina. "Jimmy will need to come back & give me a flourish or two. Remember what I said, Jimmy. Fuck any girl who is willing. I am very willing, any time you want. Regina likely will be after today." She gave the maid a wink.

Regina bent down to kiss Jimmy's mouth. "He kisses better than Sam does."

Jimmy sighed deeply. "That's it, Jimmy," Mrs. Grainier encouraged. "Fill her up w your cum. Spunk her cunt."

Jimmy kept riding & stroking, but he wasn't coming. Mrs. Grainier licked her finger and stuck it deep into Jimmy's butt. Jimmy arced up at the intrusion into his virgin asshole, but also began a gut wrenching climax that milked him from Cook's finger still in his sphincter to out the tip of his dick deep inside Regina's hips. For several minutes, Cook & Regina watched Jimmy's O-face as wave after wave of contractions wracked his teenage body resulting in spurt after spurt of cream being deposited into Regina's formerly virgin cunt.

At long last, Jimmy began to relax and fell onto Regina's soft mounds. Mrs. Grainier removed her finger & pushed Jimmy over onto the opposite side from her. Again her face went between Regina's thighs and lapped at her tenders and the cream filling. She was gentle in her touch unlike her former aggressive attack on Jimmy's cock. A few licks of Regina then moving over for a few licks of Jimmy. Regina. Jimmy.

Jimmy fell asleep amid the post-coital cuddling. When he awoke, Mrs. Grainier & Regina were just finishing their clothes & giving each other tender kisses. As Regina passed the prone & still naked boy, she bent her head to kiss his forehead then lips then belly then his flaccid cock. "Thanks for being my first, Jimmy. You were wonderful."

Jimmy smiled weakly and attempted to sit up. "You're welcome. Just ask, & I'll be happy to service you again."

Regina nodded to the cook. "I'll get dinner started" as she left the room.

Mrs. Grainier help Jimmy get dressed. "Any time u want to come talk to me, come on down. I can be a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear, or a receptacle for your pent up hormones. Whatever."

Jimmy thanked her and left.

Chapter 7

Jimmy went outside for a walk to clear his head. Mrs. Grainier's offer of a seemingly endless string of girls appealed to him. He liked the newness & variety. Mrs. Bunting was different than Justine. Regina was different than both of them. Regina was more like Justine, but that may have been simply that both were young & virgins, but Regina was over twice as old as Justine. He wasn't being forced to choose between them, but he felt like he needed to. Regina hadn't said she loved him or expected anything like a commitment, but Jimmy seemed to appreciate the stability of a long-term relationship. That was what he had w Mrs. Bunting from his earliest memories until he left for boarding school last fall. If what Mrs. Grainier said was true, he had 2-6 years before anyone cared what he did. Even then, they may just ignore his romances w women & girls as were his wont & let him play w the fairer sex whenever he pleased. Justine & Regina were certainly not going to complain about his lack of exclusivity.

That evening at dinner, Jimmy sat next to Justine again. She was upset that he hadn't come upstairs to play that afternoon, but she forgave him quickly when he promised to fulfill her desire that evening. He hadn't yet told her about Regina & Mrs. Grainier, but he was sure it would come up. Justine said that Mrs. Bunting played w her some more & used a smooth, rounded wooden rod in her butt to prepare her for their fun tonight. Jimmy was looking forward to it. Even if Mrs. Grainier fulfilled her promise to keep him supplied w new pussy, he'd always go back to Justine. It wasn't just sex w them. It was a making of love, a melding of two hearts & bodies into one.

Mother looked perfect as ever & much more relaxed than she did at lunch. Jimmy didn't have to wonder why this time. She chatted endlessly about the weather, the gardens & their growing supply of flowers. Regina also looked relaxed and happy. She kept looking at Jimmy as she served the food. Justine noticed but thought Regina was simply noticing their closeness. Carlotta was less chipper but not unhappy.

They had just gotten all their food when the noticeable absence at the table of Mr. Richland was filled by the sounds of his return in the hall. He practically floated into the room as he crossed the floor. Jimmy wondered if he had another girlfriend in town as all eyes watched Father take his customary seat at the head of the table.

James smiled at Jimmy as he prepared to eat the feat before him. His good news bubbled inside him. Charlotte stopped chattering & waited for her husband to speak. Instead of talking, he started eating. Charlotte spoke up, "Well, James, what happened? Where did u go? Obviously it turned out good. Please don't keep us in suspense."

Lord Richland sat up and grinned. "Ladies & gentlemen, you are looking at the new interim headmaster of The MacGregor Boarding Academy. Headmaster Michael Strickman is being arrested as we speak on charges of 'Assault on a Minor', 'Abuse of Position', homosexuality, & incest. We discovered 14 boys who had already come forward accusing him of personally forcing himself onto them sexually over the last 10 years. Further, Henry & Georgette have been proven to be his blood children. His scandalous behavior w the staff 10-15 years ago resulted in at least these two children. He turned to boys to reduce scandal from all the illegitimate births. Georgette's mother & Henry's mother are both quite certain that he is the father. Thus their sexual involvement w both him & each other has brought him & Henry down. Little Georgette has has not been arrested because of her tender age. We had a lot of circumstantial evidence before but no strong charges. Once we had the names of the mothers of Henry & Georgette, the charges of incest & 'Assault on a Minor' is now irrefutable. Everything else is just icing on the cake."

Jimmy & Justine lit up at the news. No more Strickman & his tortures. It was going to be a happy year for Jimmy next year. Everyone, even the servants, seemed happy at the news. Amidst the reverie, Jimmy's face fell. Next year. He'd have to leave Justine behind when he went to school that fall, next month. He'd be all alone there again. Alone & lonely. For 3 long months. Just like last year when he had to leave Mrs. Bunting. Only a quick possible reprieve during Christmas, but he didn't go home last Christmas.

Father was smiling & laughing w everyone else, but he noticed Jimmy's face. His somber look dampened his own spirit. Waving his hands to calm everyone down, he asked, "What's wrong, Jimmy?"

"I was just thinking of how happy I am here & how much I'd miss everyone when I go away again."

"Remember that I just said I am the new interim Headmaster?"

Jimmy nodded.

"That means that I'm going to school w you this fall, & we'll be taking most everyone w us."

Jimmy suddenly understood. "Everyone's going to school w me?!"

Father simply smiled and nodded.

He turned to Justine & gave her a big squeeze. Everyone was laughing & talking again, happy for the change of scenery & the continuation of their friendship w Jimmy.

After dinner, Mrs. Bunting told Jimmy & Justine that it was time for bed. She was still Justine's nursemaid & Jimmy wasn't completely emancipated yet. They didn't argue. The young couple simply held hands & climbed the stairs w Mrs. Bunting close behind.

In the nursery, the 3 silently but quickly undressed themselves. Jimmy started playing w Justine as soon as he was undressed. Mrs. Bunting stopped her process to help Justine finish. W both lovers naked, they climbed onto Mrs. Bunting's bed & writhed in each others' arms: grabbing, stroking, touching, & caressing their tender flesh from head to toe. By the time Mrs. Bunting was undressed & in place, Jimmy was already busy nuzzling Justine's flat chest, licking her erect nipples. Justine was so buzzed by the evening that she quickly pushed Jimmy's head down to her naturally hairless pussy where Jimmy brought her to 2 screaming climaxes within the next 3 minutes. Justine lay there exhausted.

"Oh, Jimmy, that was awesome," she sighed w seemingly no energy left. "How do u want to finish?"

Jimmy didn't say anything but merely rolled Justine's tiny body over onto her belly & pulled up on her hips until her butt was well above the bed, resting on her knees and her bum spread. Mrs. Bunting recognized the position & touched him to give him pause. Mrs. Bunting grabbed a jar from her nightstand & used her fingers to apply the greasy jelly made from seaweed to Jimmy's ready rod & Justine's exposed rosebud.

With slow and steady pressure, Jimmy began to insert himself into Justine's vertical rump. Justine grunted at the violation of her virgin hole. Jimmy continued his assault. After a minute, Jimmy had slipped the head in. Resting a moment, he pushed again & slid his entire short shaft in. At last, Jimmy was balls deep in Justine's arse. W a sigh, Jimmy stayed still while Justine relaxed & adjusted to the invasion. Finally, Jimmy began pulling out very slowly. Leaving just his head in, he pushed back in. Slowly out. Slowly in. Justine started grinning while grunting. Her head arced back & eyes shut tight.

"Oh, Jimmy, I'm cumming! Oh, so good!"

Jimmy kept his eyes closed and kept slowly sawing his cock in & out of her. Justine's ass began secreting her natural lube. Mrs. Bunting sat in her chair w her legs spread and her fingers busy at her juicy cunt. The room was filled w the sights, sounds, and smells of sex: specifically the masturbation of the 50-yr-old nursemaid & the anal of a 14-yr-old w a preteen. It was this scene that greeted Father & Mother as they came into the room to give their children a happy kiss good-night. They had planned to go to bed early & spend the night in each other's arms. But happiness turned to shock and half spoken words were left in their open mouths as they saw the 3 naked people and their activities.

"James Conrad Richland Junior! What do you think you're doing?! Get yourself away from her! Mrs. Bunting! Where is your propriety?! What is going on here?!"

Mrs. Bunting closed her legs quickly, grabbed a robe, & covered herself. Jimmy either didn't notice or didn't care that his parents were in observance and kept going. Justine was so delirious w pleasure that she made no move to stop until Jimmy finally grunted & began spurting his delightful cum into her tight ass.

Mother was unhappy at Jimmy apparently ignoring her and came over to slap his upturned white buttocks. Her slap happened right as he started cumming. Jimmy liked the sensations.

"Oh, Momma! That is perfect. Slap me again."

Justine was tired from the exhausting fucking and lowered her hips to the bed. Jimmy stayed connected w her and lowered himself down atop her and rolled her onto their side w his left arm under her neck.

"Jimmy, have u no shame?" Father asked walking stiffly. "Mrs. Bunting, this is precisely what u were supposed to prevent between them, not get involved."

Jimmy still made no move to remove himself from Justine's arse or to cover their nudity. Mrs. Bunting looked ashamed & embarrassed. She tried to stammer an excuse, but nothing complete or coherent came out. Jimmy kept kissing Justine's ear and neck and stroking her bare body.

"I'm surprised you're both upset," he began. "Justine & I are both of age to give consent which she obviously is giving." Justine nodded vigorously. "What's the big deal? Better than a first kiss, huh Mother?"

Mother looked flustered at her son's continued lack of remorse or shame. "That is disgusting & totally unnatural, Jimmy. Sodomy is a sin & punishable by death."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Mother," Jimmy feigned sadness. "I'll certainly miss you."

"Miss me?" Mother was beginning to understand his meaning but her red face was hard to notice in the candlelight. "Why would you miss me when you're the one obviously guilty of such brazen lawlessness?"

"I just thought that when we saw u enjoying Buntoo like this that it looked like fun," Jimmy winked at her. "So we wanted to try it also. It is fun!"

Mother clapped her hand over her gaping mouth to stop her slight shriek. Father's eyes grew large at his wife as Jimmy's testimony burned in his ears. "Buntoo!"

"Oh yes, Father," Jimmy continued. "Mother enjoyed her conversation w Buntoo today. She convinced him to plant those seeds deep in her rose garden w his long tool. She certainly has a silver tongue." Jimmy smiled as he played w Justine's left nipple w his left hand & her belly and pussy w his right.

Mother's shock turned into absolute horror as Father's eyes burned into her stupified face. "I will deal w you later, Charlotte," Father said through gritted teeth. "Jimmy, you are not married to Justine & are violating all sense of propriety. And involving Mrs. Bunting is totally inappropriate."

Jimmy still smiled. "Oh, that's right. I'm sorry, Father. I just thought that since you & Carlotta had your conference this morning that the rules of propriety & appropriateness were suspended in this house."

Now it was Father's turn to be shocked. "What 'conference'?"

"Oh, well, it wasn't a conference w Carlotta as much as w her breasts. You were speaking into their ear so closely, I couldn't even read your lips. Carlotta was definitely convinced to submit to you as she bowed down over your desk."

Again, their roles reversed as Father turned his face away from the daggers in Mother's eyes.

"So that's how it is, Jimmy?"

"Yep."

"Well, if you're going to keep screwing Justine, we'll need to make it make it proper & legal to forestall any children. I'll call Judge Buckwald in the morning."

"But what about Carlotta's baby?" Mother & Father both looked shocked.

"Carlotta's pregnant?"

Mrs. Bunting nodded. "How are u going to deal w your new offspring?"

"How can I marry Justine, Father? Isn't it bad form to marry servant girls?"

"There is something you need to know about Justine, Jimmy," Father turned back around. The naked couple made it difficult for him to know where to put his eyes. He looked at Mrs. Bunting who was starting to feel less embarrassed. "Justine, like Georgette, was the illicit product of a dalliance between Judge Buckwald and Mrs. McGinnis. So, Judge Buckwald would be very interested in seeing that his progeny is properly cared for."

Justine turned & kissed Jimmy. Jimmy looked at his parents & smiled.

Judge Buckwald came by the next morning & married the young couple. "This'll probably be the last 12-yr-old I'll see get married, James," he said to Mr. Richland. Parliament is certain to raise the minimum age to 13. "Marriage will be firmly in the realm of the teenagers."

The Benningtons were over on a social call and gladly witnessed the happy nuptials. Charlotte was looking out the window when Mrs. Bennington stepped up to her. "Penny for your thoughts, Charlotte."

Charlotte looked into her neighbors eyes. "How's your garden, Emily?"

"It's growing well," she nodded. "Old Mr. Harrington has done a marvelous job keeping everything green & growing. Buntoo seems to have more energy for design & construction, however."

"Want to meet him?" Charlotte smiled. "He's gotten the garden the way I want it. I just need maintenance more than expansion. We could trade." The two women walked outside arm in arm as they discussed trading their gardeners.

Jimmy noticed the baby bump on Carlotta for the first time. It was quite small, but her pooch seemed to grow huge in his eyes as he thought of the child inside her. Carlotta noticed Jimmy staring. "Yeah, I'm pregnant, Jimmy," she whispered into his ear. "Your parents are moving me into the room next to theirs tonight. I almost think Mum is more interested in my baby than I am."

Mrs. McGinnis came up to him and kissed his cheek. "Glad to have you as my son, Jimmy," she said. "Justine told me all about it."

Jimmy smiled and looked around the room. Justine looked radiant in her lacy white dress. Mrs. Bunting & Mrs. Grainier spoke quietly in the corner, likely about the latest gossip in the house. Regina kept winking at him as she served drinks to the party guests.

Epilogue

That next year brought several changes in Lord Richland's house.

Father agreed to change his interim status of Headmaster to permanent.

Carlotta gave birth to a little girl during Christmas break, Jessica. Mother and Carlotta settled their differences so much that one evening when Father came to bed both naked women pounced him. They've all been much happier together ever since.

Justine announced her pregnancy while Jimmy was at school. She gave birth to a son, James the 3rd, during summer break. Regina, at Mrs. Grainer's encouragement, seduced Justine. Jimmy observed them together on several occasions before joining them. Regina announced her pregnancy about the time of the babies' 1st birthday and gave birth that fall to Reginald.

Mrs. Bunting, of course, took care of all the babies. On the evening of their 2nd birthday, Jimmy went up to kiss the babies good-night: his son and half-sister. Mrs. Bunting was busy w her face in his boy's lap during a diaper change. Jimmy smiled & left quietly. It was good to know that his son would have as good and happy an upbringing as he had.