In December 1918, just a month after the end of World War One, Countess Kathleen Rose-Wilson became a widow at the age of forty-one when her husband, Earl George Rose-Wilson, who was two-decades her senior, passed away from a short illness.

At the time of the old Earl's death, his and Kathleen's son George had recently finished school and joined the army soon afterwards, so Kathleen and her ten-year-old daughter Katie were left in the big five-bedroomed 17th century country home in the Hertfordshire countryside, approximately fifty-miles north of London. The family fortune was more than enough to ensure their financial security for life.

Kathleen was not completely without adult company though. She did have two gardners around, with whom she regularly frolicked with, and after her aging maid retired Kathleen had recruited a new one, a hot-blooded young lady named Elizabeth who wasn't averse to a bit of naughtiness with her employer. Kathleen was bisexual, and indeed, although it was certainly kept secret from various extended family members, she had a legendarily high sex-drive. Her husband had been virile enough to satisfy her lust for hard fuckings of every variety, but as he grew older he felt he no longer had the energy to give Kathleen the daily sex-sessions she required. So, the late Earl Rose-Wilson made it clear he was content for his dear lady wife to fuck who she wanted, so long as she was discreet.

The late Earl particularly wanted Kathleen to keep her frolicking - especially with young women - secret from the their son and daughter, but that had not been possible particularly when their daughter Katie, at the age of eight, walked in on her mother in a passionate embrace with Katie's eighteen-year-old nanny. Katie and her brother were delicately told by their aging father that their mummy "needs quite a lot of kissing and attention" from both men and women, and the two kids seemed to accept it remarkably well, although Katie's brother George did get a bit embarrassed when his mother often went into the spare room with one of the gardeners - or both! - and for moans of pleasure to soon be heard from the room.

By the summer of 1920, Katie was eleven, and she was sent off to a boarding school for girls, as was the tradition in the family when girls reached thirteen. Kathleen had been to a boarding school herself in her teens where, secretly, she had indulged in a number of rather nice sexual relations with several fellow schoolgirls. She had been the one who always did the seduction, her first conquest, when she was just thirteen, being a girl two-years older than her, and who Kathleen regularly invited to sneak in to her private room in the evenings for long steamy sessions of snogging, mutual frigging and cunt-lapping under the bedcovers.

So, by the start of 1920, Kathleen was the only member of the family in the country house. She had her two gardeners around, both usually working around the estate and sometimes working on Kathleen with their hard cocks, and there was the maid, Elizabeth, who had an energetic and willing tongue that drove Kathleen wild when she requested her maid eat her out. Due to family reasons, Elizabeth had to leave in the summer of 1921, but Kathleen soon recruited a new maid, a sweet and dainty Russian girl named Yelena, who was even more skilled and enthusiastic than Elizabeth in fulfilling the Countess's regular requests for a spot of lesbian sordidness.

However, Kathleen did long for a proper long-term relationship. Ideally she wanted to hook up with a woman who was a past her mid-twenties. A woman, rather than a girl. Kathleen found girls like her maid, Yelena, an absolute delight for some rampant sex, but she really wanted a relationship someone closer to her own age who she could identify with. Kathleen certainly had no worries about somehow betraying her late husband, as before he had died the old Earl had insisted his wife enjoy herself "with whoever you want" when he had gone.

A little over three-years after being widowed, after a few brief and clandestine relationships with several women and a couple of men, not including her regular frolicks with her staff, Countess Kathleen Rose-Wilson had bumped into Elaine Kent.

They met at a Church Fete in the local village down the road from the Rose-Wilson estate. Elaine was a war-widow in her early-thirties living with her teenaged son William in the village, where she had moved to only recently. Previously Elaine Kent had been a housewife living in London, but after her husband had died in World War One, she had sold the home and, with William, moved to the Hertfordshire countryside. She bolstered her widow's pension by working at the village store, and also did some voluntary work at the church.

Kathleen and Elaine had enjoyed a nice innocent chat, briefly getting to know each other's life stories, but there was an undercurrent of lust in Kathleen's voice. She felt wild about Elaine, who had a lovely face, a sexy figure and a delightfully sultry voice. Elaine had enjoyed a brief and secret sexual relationship in her early teens with an older girl at her school, but she never really considered herself bisexual. She had not been with any women since being widowed, or men for that matter. Not that this was entirely voluntary. Elaine longed for some companionship and had hoped to find some during her voluntary activities at the church. Elaine had been keeping an eye out for an eligible bachelor. It had never occured to her she would fall in love with another woman, which is what she felt herself doing as she chatted to Kathleen, who, when she wanted to, positively oozed wanton sex-appeal.

The two agreed to meet up for morning coffee at the village inn the following weekend and found themselves drawn to one another even more. They went back to Kathleen's place and had soon hurridly gone to the master bedroom, stripped and had an afternoon of passionate sex, climaxing repeatedly under the attentions of one another's busy fingers and energetic wet tongues. Soon they were lovers. They did not show it in public of course, knowing the small village's inhabitants were somewhat conservative in their views, but they happily displayed it to one another in their frequent events in bed. Elaine introduced Kathleen to William, and the boy got on perfectly fine with his mum's rather posh girlfriend. He hadn't known his mum was bisexual, and indeed did not even really know what a bisexual or lesbian was, so his mum had had to explain that she and Kathleen, although both women, were falling in love with each other and "like to kiss the way men and women do."

William found this a little odd at first, but he wasn't too bothered. His mum seemed very happy, which was the main thing, and he himself liked Kathleen. In fact he hadn't liked the idea of his mum ever getting together with another man, so he preferred his mum having a girlfriend. William felt that it ensured he was still the man of the house; even if he was barely into his teens!

Since meeting Kathleen three-months ago, Elaine had visited the Countess a lot and spent the night there on more than a few occasions. She had invited Kathleen round to her home to meet William, although did not have Kathleen over for the night. Elaine wanted to try and keep her love-life removed from her son, but it was difficult, and when it became clear William was perfectly fine with the whole situation, she decided it did not matter. She was happy to hold hands with Kathleen and show affection to her in William's presence. Then, last month, Kathleen had asked Elaine to move in with her, with William as well of course, and Elaine was delighted. She eagerly accepted and William was excited at the idea too.

So now, her house empty and on the market, Elaine was coming to live here in the big country house. She loved Kathleen for who she was of course, but it could not be denied that it was an extra bonus that Kathleen was very wealthy. She had insisted Elaine give up her job. There was no need for it now.

William tried to temper his gushing awe of Kathleen's large country house as he saw it for the first time, sitting in the back of the large red car being driven by Kathleen.

It was difficult though. The home was two-storeys in height and had a very solid look about it. Grand steps lead up to a large front door framed by pillars. The windows were huge. There were two chimneys rising grandly from the roof. The grounds of the estate were vast, with very well kept lawns, the estateframed by very tall hedges and trees. Small, well pruned trees lined the hundred-metre long gravel drive that ran in a straight line before widening to form a large parking area in front of the house.

It was the first day of May 1922, and as it was a Bank Holiday, William was off school and enable to help with the move. It was a sunny day, warm with a perfectly clear blue sky, and the sun blazed high in the air. There was not even the slightest breeze and the leafy trees that lined the long driveway stood static in the warm sun.

The gravel drive crunched as Kathleen's car, a brand new shiny red Alfa Romeo Torpedo, pulled up in front of the house. Nearby was a sporty looking motorboike, which belonged to Kathleen's son George, and which George was kept here whilst he was posted out with the army. Next to that was a small van used by the gardners, Ronald and Derek.

Kathleen turned the Alfa Romeo's engine off.

"Here we are," she announced, needlessly. She had an undoubtedly posh accent. Her refined voice immediately invoked thoughts of country houses, Earl Grey tea and croquet.

"Our new home," Elaine smiled, turning to William. Her boy was not looking at her, his eyes were fixed on the big house.

"It looks huge!", he said, and he got out the car and gazed up at the big old house.

Elaine and Kathleen got out the car too.

William Kent had just turned thirteen. He was a slender boy, five-foot-three in height with a delicate face. He had a small nose, big green eyes and a charming smile. His hair was black, short and slightly ruffled. Currently he wore a smart pair of black trousers and a white shirt.

His mother, Elaine Kent, was thirty-one-years-old, two-inches taller than her son at five-foot-five, and of slim build but with well-rounded 34D breasts, slightly broad childbearing hips and a rounded arse. Her bottom was Elain's best feature. It was lovely and rounded, sticking out prominantly in contrast to her slim waist. Currently she showed it off in a tight red skirt. She also had on a white jumper. Elaine had a pretty face. Pale freckled cheeks, small sharp nose, the same lovely big green eyes as her son and narrow smiling lips. She had dark eyebrows and and wavy auburn hair that hung down loosely past her elbows.

Countess Kathleen Rose-Wilson was exceptionally good looking. It was not the case that she looked younger than her years, as she did indeed look her age, but she carried it off beautifully. She had neat shoulder-length golden blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and an alert and pretty face. Kathleen wore a long blue skirt, a ruffled purple silk blouse, a small-brimmed black hat, all topped off with a few expensive pieces of golden jewellery and a pearl necklace.

Countess Rose-Wilson looked very much like what she was; a glamorous and wealthy forty-five-year-old aristrocratic widow.

"Do you like it William?" she asked the youngster.

"Yeah, it's brilliant house," he exclaimed, "Really smart!"

"It is indeed!" Kathleen laughed. She enjoyed the boy's relaxed and easy-going attitude. Likewise William enjoyed Kathleen's company, especially the way Kathleen, although a posh mature lady, had an easy-going attitude with him too.

"Whose motorbike is that?" he asked, pointing at the flashy bike.

"It belongs to my son, George," Kathleen replied, "His car stays here whilst he's away with the army. Currently he's posted in Gibraltar." William knew about Kathleen's son, and also her daughter Katie. He wished Katie lived here rather than away at boarding school. He did not know what Katie looked like, but she was about his age and he assumed - correctly - that she was pretty. It would have been nice to have a pretty girl his own age living under the same roof.

"Whose is the van?" he asked.

"They belong to Ronald and Derek, they help out around here. They're here each weekday. Oh look, there's Ronald." She waved at a man in the distance trimming some hedges. He saw her and waved back. "He's one of the gardeners," Kathleen explained to William, a sly grin on her face at the secret knowledge that Ronald - and Derek - also provided other 'services' for her, services of a sexual nature. "You'll meet him and Derek soon. You'll meet my maid soon too."

"Okay."

"Let's go inside," Kathleen said, and she walked up the steps and opened the large oak front door. She went inside, closely followed by Elaine and William. The boy gazed around the large reception hall. There was a lot of oak panelling, a huge rug on the floor, even a grandfather clock. There was a flight of stairs and all along the wall up the stairs were various paintings; a few portraits and plenty of landscapes.

There were several doors leading off from the reception hall. One of them, that lead to the dining room, opened up and the maid, Yelena, came out.

Yelena was a very pretty nineteen-year-old, five-foot-five and very slender. She had short, wavy, chestnut coloured hair, dark penetrating eyes and a cute and slightly upturned nose. She was wearing a traditional French Maid's outfit; black dress with a white frilly apron. She also wore white lacy gloves and high-heeled black shoes that added a couple more inches to her height. She had pale skin and a fair bit was showing off, given that her maid's skirt was fairly short, not even reaching halfway down her thighs.

"Good morning my lady," Yelena said as she stood there, hands by her side, looking very prim and proper. She had an unmistakable Russian accent.

"Good morning Yelena," Kathleen replied, "You've already met Elaine, and now I can introduce her son. Yelena? This is William. William? This is Yelena, my French maid, although she's actually Russian."

"Hi," William said, casually, to the pretty maid.

"Good morning Master William," Yelena said, cheerfully and politely, then gave a little curtsy, slightly raising her skirt - revealing another couple more inches of thigh - and stepping her right-leg forwards slightly and bending it, before standing back in her original position. William was somewhat surprised at this gesture. The maid then looked at Elaine and said "Good morning Mrs Kent."

"Hello Yelena," Elaine smiled.

"We would like some tea in the living room Yelena," Kathleen said.

"Right away my lady," Yelena said, and she flashed a little grin at William before she turned and went through the door she had come from.

"No-one's ever curtsied to me before," William commented to his mother.

"First time for everything," Elaine smiled.

Kathleen lead Elaine and William into the living room. It was a vast room at the front of the house, with two high windows, framed with red velvet curtains, in two of the walls, overlooking the gardens. Like all the rooms in the house it had a high ceiling which only added to its apparant size. The furniture was very grand, including two massive plush red sofas sat facing each other with a thick oak coffee table between them. Nearby was a fireplace, overwhich hung a beautiful gold-framed mirror. Kathleen urged her girlfriend and William to sit down.

In the meantime, Yelena was in the kitchen preparing the tea, setting out the fine china cups on saucers and, in turn, placing them on a silver tray.

Yelena had been working for Kathleen for a year now and she loved it. She had been born in Moscow but in 1913, when she was aged ten, her and her parents and two brothers had moved over here to England. Her father had sensed the turmoil approaching with regards to the Russian political situation and had scraped what money he had to move his family to London, living in a tiny house in the East End. Her father, although a humble factory worker, had been able to speak flawless English and he taught his three children the language before they had emigrated from Russia.

As soon as she left school at fifteen, Yelena had worked as a maid for a wealthy family in London, but last year had been recruited to the Rose-Wilson Estate. She loved it here. It was better paid than her first post, she preferred the country more than the smokey big city, and best of all she enjoyed the naughty activities she got up to with her beautiful employer.

Yelena recalled her first day on the job when she had bought tea into the living room for the Countess. "Are you a maid in the virginal sense?" Kathleen had asked Yelena that day a year ago

"I'm sorry my lady?" Yelena had responded, not sure if she had heard her employer correctly.

"Have you been fucked before, by a man or boy?" Kathleen had asked, slightly shocking Yelena with this brazen question, especially asked in such a refined and upper-class accent.

"Erm...no...my lady" Yelena had replied, feeling compelled to answer honestly. She wasn't sure if this was a test. Would she be sacked because she was not a virgin?

"Don't look worried," Kathleen had smiled, "I'm glad. I'm a highly sexual lady Yelena, and I like to be surrounded by sexual people. Like my gardners, Ronald and Derek. You've met them? Handsome fellows aren't they? I am intimate with them regularly. Anyway, turning back to you my dear. Who have you fucked? It would please me to know."

"Erm...two guys," Yelena responded.

"Boyfriends? A secret husband you haven't told me about?

Yelena had swallowed, nervously, not sure how honest to be. Under the intense gaze of the Countess, she felt compelled to be completely forthcoming.

"My older brothers," she had said, relieved that Kathleen did not seem displeased in anyway by this reply. Quite the opposite. The mature widow had looked quite excited. "My brothers," Yelena had continued, "are twins, identical ones. We shared a room at home when we lived in London. There were only two bedrooms. One for my parents and one for me and my brothers. In fact all three of us children were in one big bed. Our house was very small. And cold. We had always snuggled up together to keep warm. When we were little it was quite innocent, but when I was twelve and my older brothers were both fifteen, we were developing rapidly, and...well, one thing lead to another and we began having sex under the covers. It kept us warm of course, but it was also very good fun. My brothers never pressured me. I enjoyed it. I took charge in fact. At first my brothers used to have vaginal intercourse with me, one after the other, but they often argued as to which of them would go first, so to stop them bickering I began allowing them both to have sex with me at the same time. I would have one of my brothers in my vagina and the other in my rear. We had to keep very quite though, as our parents would have gone mad if they had caught us. It went on for a couple of years until my brothers left home."

Kathleen had looked more and more interested, not to mention aroused, as Yelena had told this tale.

"So you have been deflowered anally too?" the Countess had asked the maid, "Your brothers both regularly sodomized you?"

"Yes my lady."

"Did you enjoy being buggered?"

"Yes. It hurt at first, as I was only twelve and quite small, and my brother's penises were quite long and thick, but I got used to it and I liked it. As I say, my lady, it was normally the case that one of my brothers would bugger me whilst my other brother had vaginal intercourse with me at the same time."

"I have been double-fucked many, many times too," Kathleen admitted, "In fact only this morning, before you arrived, I had my two gardners fuck me; Ronald in my cunt, Derek in my arse. It is wonderful to have two cocks at the same time, and you must have found it particularly enjoyable to have spiced up this pleasure with incest."

"I did enjoy it, yes," Yelena had declared, then added "I have had sex with a woman too. It was at my last place of work in London. There was another maid, in her early-twenties, and she was incredibly pretty. Would would bathe together, just innocently at first, to save hot water, but I seduced and fucked her. I found her very attractive and I very much enjoyed having relations with her. We would sneak into a spare bedroom when our employers were not around and have sex."

"I know," Kathleen smiled, "I did not know about your fun with your brothers, but I did know about your lesbian relationship with your fellow maid."

"How?" Yelena had gasped.

"Your former employers told me," Kathleen answered, "I wanted a new maid after my last left, and I happen to be acquainted with your former employers. They both knew of your lesbian trist with the other maid, and they were not pleased. They were even considering getting rid of you. In fact, the lady of the house told me that she thought that you, Yelena, were a 'naughty little bisexual whore' who could be a bad influence on their daughters. Well," Kathleen continued with a grin, "I declared I'd hire you. I told your former employers that I just needed a new maid in short notice and I wasn't bothered about what you got up to. However, the real reason I hired you, Yelena, is that you, it seems, are a naughty little bisexual whore. That's the kind of maid I need."

Kathleen had sipped her tea whilst Yelena had smiled nervously at her. Then Kathleen had asked "Tell me, Yelena, do you eat cunts well?"

"Yes."

"Then I would be very happy if you could eat mine," Kathleen had said, before standing up and removing her skirt and lacy white knickers before sitting back down on the sofa, slumped back with her legs spread. Yelena, after a moment's hesitation, had got down and lapped hungrily at Kathleen's juicy blonde-furred cunt.

Yelena really did eat cunts well! Kathleen had climaxed soon enough. She had thanked Yelena for her attention then asked for the opportunity to return the favour. Yelena had been quite delighted, and soon it was her sitting on the sofa with her little maid's skirt pushed up, her knickers pulled down, and her employer's tongue lapping at her tight teen vagina.

Such antics grew quite common. Yelena soon found her employer was a real fuck-hungry nympho. Kathleen regularly asked her maid to tongue her cunt, and sometimes her anus, and Yelena was happy to do so because Kathleen really was a very fine looking lady whose cunt and arse she enjoyed kissing and licking. Best of all Kathleen would enjoy returning the favour, her own busy tongue frequently having Yelena squealing with orgasmic delight as it probed the pretty Russian girl's cunt or anus.

Yelena often got fucked by the two male staff members too, Ronald and Derek. They were both strong and handsome men, and although Yelena may have felt generally more inclined sexually to her own sex, she still liked men, especially strong handsome ones with big hard dicks. Every evening Yelena, Kathleen, Ronald and Derek all had a little bit of fun together, and Kathleen had said this would continue even now Elaine and her son had moved in, but in addition Yelena often fucked Ronald and Derek herself. When Kathleen went out for any length of time, Yelena, like the naughty minx she was, summoned Ronald and Derek to join her in her bedroom.

There, on either the bed or perhaps a plush chaise longue, Yelena would merrily submit to a sound fucking from Ronald and Derek. Sometimes she'd take them one at a time, but more often than not both at the same time. She enjoyed being spit-roasted, being fucked by one man whilst sucking the other off, but Yelena generally preferred a double-fucking. It was great to feel two big cocks in her at the same time, one pumping her cunt, the other her tight arse, before being flodded with cum. Then she would get back in her French Maid outfit and be all prim and proper for when Countess Rose-Wilson got back, with Ronald and Derek likewise dressed and working innocently in the garden or round the house. Of course, Kathleen knew full well this sort of sordidness went on amongst her staff, and was quite unconcerned about it, although she had told Yelena that, if she was fucking the two gardners whilst Kathleen was out, she shouldn't drain their balls completely, lest the two young gentlemen not have enough stamina and sperm to fuck Kathleen when she got home.

Yelena finished brewing up the tea and carried it on the silver tray into the living room.

Kathleen, Elaine and William were relaxing on the sofas when the maid bought in the tea and placed the tray onto the coffee table. She placed a cup and saucer in front of the trio of sitters and poured the tea for them. Kathleen and Elaine remained gossiping throughout this, but William was sat back and idly sneaking glances at the maid. Her little French Maid skirt was so very short and William felt his cock stiffen slightly as he gazed at her thighs. Yelena finished pouring the tea and placed the china teapot on the tray and stepped back dutifully.

"Thanks Yelena," Kathleen said, "You can have a break now actually. The removal men will be here soon though. There'll be a couple of guys in a van coming up soon with the rest of Elaine and William's things. When they arrive let me know. And bring Ronald and Derek too."

"Yes my lady," Yelena smiled, sweetly, and she turned to leave the room.

Elaine and Kathleen continued chatting for fifteen-minutes, discussing where to put all the stuff the removal men would be bringing up. William sipped his tea and glanced around the room at all the antique furniture and classical paintings on the walls. He felt a little bored and soon started fidgeting.

Kathleen sensed this and asked him "Do you fancy exploring the place a bit William?"

"Yes please," he said, "If that's okay."

"Of course it's okay honey. This is your house as well now. Your new home."

At that point, Yelena entered the room once more. Derek and Ronald were following her.

"The removal men are here my lady," Yelena chirped, "They're just coming up the driveway."

"Excellent," Kathleen said, standing up, "Oh, Elaine? William? These are Ronald and Derek, the gardeners. Ronald? Derek? This is my partner Elaine and her son William."

Hello's and good-to-meet-you's were said all round. The two gardners referred to William as simply 'William' but addressed Elaine as 'Mrs Kent', just as Yelena did.

Derek was twenty-five-years-old, average in height and with a stocky build. He had short blonde hair and blue eyes. Ronald was a dark-haired, dark-eyed twenty-eight-year-old guy, six-foot-two and with broad shoulders. He played Rugby at the weekends with a local team and he had the unmistakable look of a burly Rugby player. He and Derek were quite friendly chaps and had obviously been told about their employer's new girlfriend and William.

"Okay guys," Kathleen said to Ronald and Derek, "You can help the removal men bring the stuff in. Elaine and me will help too and show you where to put it, although most of it can be placed in study, before we figure out what can go where. Yelena? Could you give William a tour of the house? Show him his new bedroom?"

"Yes my lady," the sweet Russian girl said, and she looked at William, "Would you follow me Master William?"

William was naturally a little taken aback by being referred to as 'Master William'. He wasn't the master of anything (except masturbation; something he did a lot, like any normal thirteen-year-old boy.) He glanced at his mum.

"Off you go honey," she told him, "Kathleen and me and the guys will help bring our stuff in. I know this house well but you don't."

"Yelena will give you the grand tour," Kathleen added.

William looked at Yelena. "Let's go," he said."

Yelena turned and left the room, William close behind. The others also left the room and went out the front door to greet the removal men.

"I'll show you upstairs first Master William," Yelena said to the boy as she began to ascend the grand oak staircase, "That way we won't get in the way of the removal men."

William climbed the stairs too, a couple of steps behind Yelena, glancing up and admiring her lovely slender legs. He felt that if he could just bend down and glance up he could see up her skirt! He was seriously considering this when the maid looked over her shoulder.

"Do you like all these paintings?" she asked, referring to the many pictures on the wall.

"Yeah, they're cool," William said, "Are they all originals?"

"Yes. Many have been in the Countess Rose-Wilson's family for years, some of them for several generations."

"Neat."

They reached the top of the stairs. The upstairs hallway was very wide and ran off in two directions, left and right, from the top of the stairs. The walls once again holding many paintings. There were plenty of big oak-doors, five down each of the two wings of the hallway.

"There's loads of rooms up here," William commented.

"There are five bedrooms," Yelena explained, "The one Countess Rose-Wilson and your mother shall share, your bedroom, my bedroom and two spare bedrooms for guests. Then there's an upstairs study, three bathrooms and a spare room. The spare room used to be the playroom for Countess Rose-Wilson's children I believe, although it's no longer require of course now that they're older. The Countess said you could have that room Master William, maybe you could use it as a hobby room."

"Did you say that you have a bedroom Yelena?" asked William.

"Yes. I live here. I'm not on duty all the time though. I do have plenty of free time amidst the chores and I have Sundays free, but otherwise I do indeed reside in this house. Most maids live in the home they are employed at. It is one of the reasons I liked the idea of having this as a job. It means I can save rent but live in a lovely big house, even if it is not mine."

"Do the gardners, Ronald and Derek live here?"

"No, they are both married and live in the village. They are only here during the daytime on weekdays."

"Can I see your bedroom?" William asked. He had never seen a female's bedroom before. Well, maybe his mum's, but that wasn't the same thing.

"Certainly Master William," Yelena said, and she walked to the appropriate door and opened it. She entered, William following behind her.

The room was a good size, and had the same classical furnishings as everywhere else in the house, but it had the unmistakable stamp of a young woman on it. There was a wireless on a chest of drawers, make up and perfume on a dressing table, some fairly modern looking clothes visible in a wardrobe whose door was hanging open, and instead of old paintings on the walls there were several framed posters for modern movies, including ones for Male and Female, by Cecil B. DeMille, and Poor Little Rich Girl starring Mary Pickford.

"Nice room," William concluded, "It seems more modern than the rest of the house."

"Countess Rose-Wilson kindly allows me to make the room my own Master William," Yelena explained.

William enjoyed being in a girl's room, and he enjoyed being called 'Master William' too. He briefly considered telling Yelena she could just call him 'William', but he wasn't sure if that might break some sort of protocol. Maybe Yelena enjoyed being all formal like this. He wasn't sure. Either way, he liked being 'Master William'. It made him feel important.

"I will show you your bedroom Master William," Yelena said, cheerfully, and lead the boy to the door at the end of one wing. She opened it and stepped in, inviting William to enter with a graceful gesture of her arm.

William stepped into the room and admiring looked around. The room was large, at least three-times the size of his medium-sized old bedroom. There were two huge windows in three of the walls with big green velvet curtains. The bed was vast with huge oak pillars at each corner. There were several chests of drawers and two wardrobes, all of solid oak, and there was a plush green carpet stretching from wall to wall.

"This is so nice and posh," he gasped, looking all around. He was even impressed at how high the ceiling was. He'd need a stepladder just to touch it! "Wow, look at this weird sofa, it's lost an arm," he commented as he prodded a chaise lounge.

"It looks a little impersonal at the moment," Yelena told the boy, "But it will soon be more like your own room when you've got your things in here."

"Let's see the other rooms," William soon said to her, after glancing out of each of the six windows in his bedroom.

"Okay," Yelena smiled. She lead the boy out the room and gave him the tour of the rest of the upstairs. One of the three bathrooms was next to William's room, and he was told it would basically be all his, for his own use. He was shown the former playroom, which was a bit boring given that it was empty of all furniture. The two spare bedrooms and other two bathrooms looked reasonably smart to William, but he was most impressed when he was shown Kathleen - and now his mother's - bedroom. It was at the end of the other wing, opposite William's bedroom, although due to the size of the house their respective doors were a good forty-feet apart.

Kathleen and Elaine's bedroom was mightily impressive. It was the same size as William's room and also had six windows, but it was a room evidently lived in, and very grand. There was a huge bed with red and pink covers, classically designed oak furnitures, no less than three vast wardrobes, a red carpet and matching curtains, and even a large fireplace between two of the windows.

William's eyes were immediately drawn to the picture above the fireplace. There were several paintings around the room but the one above the fireplace stood out immediately.

It was large; five-foot in height and six in width. It had a beautiful silver frame. It was, most importantly of all, a large oil painting of Countess Kathleen Margaret Rose-Wilson in the nude.

In the picture Kathleen was lounging casually on a sofa, both feet on the floor, legs together, one arm draped over an armrest, the other arm lolling casually across her belly beneath her breasts, and a thoughtful look on her face. It was not a photo-realistic painting. There were heavy swirls of paint, and both the curves of Kathleen's body and the angular edges of the sofa were seemingly exaggerated, as were the highlights that helped contrast the relative paleness of Kathleen's naked pink flesh and the rich green of the sofa and deep browns of the floor in the picture. Otherwise, though it was very clear and likeness, the identity of the painting's sitter quite obvious.

Yelena predicted the boy would notice the painting. She smiled as she boy stared at it.

"Nice painting isn't it?" she said, strolling towards the picture. She glanced round and, after a moment's hesitation, William walked up and stood next to her. He felt a bit pervy looking at the painting but felt reasonably comfortable. Yelena certainly felt no shame.

"It's nice, yeah," he agreed.

"Countess Rose-Wilson is very pretty," Yelena said, quite sincerely, both her and William looking up as the nude Countess stared back at them with that thoughtful and unashamed expression from the painting. Her blonde bush, done in sharp little blotches of deep golden paint highlighted with yellow and silver, could be made out. So could her nipples done out in swirly blood-red oil-paint.

"She's pretty," William said.

"Countess Rose-Wilson is very, very attractive," Yelena added, "She has a fine body. This painting, which was done just a couple of years ago, is very realistic. It captures her well. She looks wonderful in the painting, don't you think Master William? See how she lounges back, perfectly comfortable in her nudity, not ashamed at who is gazing at her, and gazes right back at them with those lovely blue eyes."

William was not really surprised that Yelena had bestowed such intimate compliments about her employer. A week ago, whilst preparing to move in to the Rose-Wilson home, Elaine had told William that Kathleen and her had an open relationship, meaning they could sometimes "make out" with other people. William naturally knew "make out" meant sex. His mother had added that Kathleen had two gardeners and maid, who she "made out with." William thought this all a little strange, but then he had (secretly) read a few mucky novels in his time, so to him, the idea of a rich bi-sexual woman fucking her staff didn't sound too odd to him. True, he was aware that it surely wasn't very common outside of pornographic novels and teenage boy's fantasies, and it was odd to think of his mother getting involved in such a situation, but still, he coped with it.

Nonetheless, it was rather strange to think that this young maid had regularly fucked Kathleen. She had no doubt fucked the gardners too, one would presume.

With a slight shock, William suddenly realised that, if Kathleen was humping her staff, then his mum Elaine probably would do so as well. His mum would probably get it on with Yelena during the naughty antics to come.

He felt jealous. Jealous of his own mum!

As he looked at the nude painting of Kathleen, he felt doubly jealous of his mum! This Kathleen, for a widow in her forties, was pretty damn sexy! She had a good body, judging by the painting.

"Do you like it?" Yelena asked William after a moments silence.

The boy turned to look at her. Did she mean the painting? Or Kathleen's body?

"Yeah, it's a nice painting," he said, a slight cheeky grin creeping across his face. Yelena gave him a cheeky grin back. She was wonderfully pretty with sparkling eyes and such a cute nose. Her Russian accent, which was quite heavy, even though her English was perfect, sounded very exotic to William.

"Let us go, Master William," the maid said, and she turned and lead him out the bedroom.

They descended the stairs and Yelena showed the boy around the ground floor; the living room, the drawing room, the kitchen, the big dining room, the study, another bathroom, and a utility room. The place seemed vast to William.

"I reckon I'll get lost in this house," he commented after Yelena finished the tour.

"If you do get lost Master William," the maid said with a smile, "just whistle and I'll come and find you."

They were both standing in the large reception hall, the two removal men, helped by Ronald and Derek, moving boxes into the house and into the study, where Elaine and Kathleen were sorting through things.

"Hi William," Kathleen said as she strolled over.

"Hi," the boy smiled, seeing his mother's lover in a different light after seeing the painting of her nude. True, it was not quite the same as seeing her nude in the flesh, or even a photo of her nude, but it was close enough. He wondered if her nipples in real life were the same shade of dark red as they had been in the painting.

"Did Yelena give you the whole tour?" Kathleen asked.

"Yeah, it was great. She showed me all around the place. It's a big house, I think I might get lost in it."

"You'll get used to it."

"That's the last of the stuff," called out Derek as he and Ronald hauled in a big box through the front door. The two removal men were standing near their van, one just closing up the doors.

"Okay," Kathleen said, and she went and rummaged through her expensive looking handbag which sat on a desk in the reception. She took out some cash and handed them to Yelena. "Could you pay the removal men Yelena? That should cover the cost and tip."

"Yes my lady," Yelena said, and she took the cash and strolled off out the house towards the removal men, both of whom eyed the pretty brunette in the French Maid outfit with obvious appreciation.

William couldn't help but glance at Yelena's sexy wiggling arse and her long legs as she strolled away. Then he tore his gaze from the maid and look at Kathleen.

"Do you like your bedroom William?" she asked him, smiling warmly.

"It's fantastic!" he commented, grinning, "It's great, very big. There's plenty of room in there."

Elaine came over at that point.

"That's all the boxes and stuff in," she said.

"Superb," Kathleen said, idly reaching out and stroking Elaine's shoulder. The two widows could not show their affection for one another in public, lest they cause a scandal; the official story put about was that the two ladies, finding common friendship with a fellow widow, had opted to move in together as simple friends, and most of the village and Kathleen's extended family believed this.

To make up for not being able to show affection in public, Kathleen and Elaine were quite touchy-feely with each other in private, and even in William's presence. The boy was quite comfortable with this, although he still found it a curious novelty to see his mum hug and sometimes kiss another woman.

"Time for lunch," Kathleen said, "I'll let the staff go for a few hours. We shall go into town and have a nice meal there. I know a wonderful restaurant." She went off and told her gardeners and maid they were free for a few hours. Ronald and Derek strolled off down the driveway, deciding to spend their long lunch hour at the pub in the village. Yelena came back into the house with Kathleen, the maid deciding to have some lunch in the kitchen then listen to the wireless in the drawing room. Elaine, Kathleen and Billy left the house and Kathleen soon drove them off to town. William wished they could have bought Yelena with them, or simply had lunch at home with Yelena serving. She was a jolly pretty young woman! He felt horny around her. He wanted to fuck her.

Then again, William was a teenaged boy. He wanted to fuck most young women. And some mature women too...such as Kathleen. Whilst the two ladies sat up front and chatted as they cruised off to town, William sat in the back, idly looking out the window and summoning up in his head the image that nude painting of Kathleen.

The three of them enjoyed a nice meal in town at a rather fancy restaurant where Kathleen was known by the staff. After a wander around the shops they eventually headed back home.

There, William started moving his stuff up to his room, Ronald helping him carry the stuff up there and helping him unpack and put his clothes and toys away.

"What do you think of Yelena?" Ronald asked the boy as they worked.

"The maid?" asked William, and he shrugged, "How do you mean?"

"She's pretty isn't she?" Ronald grinned. He was a big guy, with thick muscular arms and stubble, but he was very friendly and almost seemed like an Uncle figure to William after their so far only brief acquaintance.

"She's pretty, yeah," William said, blushing a little.

"Countess Rose-Wilson thinks so too," Ronald said.

William grinned. Ronald grinned back. Clearly, Ronald figured, the boy knew Kathleen romped with him, Derek and Yelena.

"Countess Rose-Wilson is very pretty too," Ronald added.

"Yeah, I guess," William said, "For an middle-aged lady."

"Never dismiss a lady for being middle-aged," Ronald told him, "They often know all the best tricks. Then again, Yelena is only nineteen and she knows a lot of tricks too. Very wild little lady that maid."

He gave William a knowing grin and the boy tried to hide his blushes by turning and opening up a box containing all of his shoes.

Twenty-eight-year-old Ronald was married with two young sons (naturally his wife knew nothing of his 'extra curriculur activities' with either his employer or Yelena) and he was looking forwards to his son being old enough for him to have similar chats about the ladies with.

"I'll give you a hand," Ronald said, deciding to change the subject and help William unpack his stuff.

In the meantime, Derek helped Elaine and Kathleen take some of Elaine's things - mostly boxes and bags of clothes and other personal knick-knacks up to Kathleen's bedroom.

Elaine very much liked Derek; the handsome twenty-five-year-old had a strong and silent strength about his mannerisms that made him seem more mature than many guys his age. She also liked the way he referred to her always as 'Mrs Kent' like Yelena did. She felt quite important.

Derek had recently married, but, like Ronald, kept his antics with the Countess and with Yelena secret from his unsuspecting wife.

Yelena, in the meantime, set about her chores. She sang a merry Russian tune as she strolled around the house doing a bit of spring-cleaning with a big white feather duster.

She was glad Mrs Kent and Master William had come to stay. Countess Rose-Wilson was a very nice lady, and Yelena enjoyed frolicking with her, not to mention with Ronald and Derek too. However, it was such a big old house that it could be too quite at times. With Mrs Kent here, not to mention her wonderfully charming and curious son, Master William, the house seemed a little more busy and vibrant.

Knowning the Countess like she did, Yelena knew that things would only get more interesting with the new housemates.

That evening, at ten-to-seven, Yelena, on instructions from Kathleen, sought out William. She found him in his bedroom, finishing unpacking some of his clothes and placing them in one of several big chests of drawers.

"Can I come in Master William?" she asked from the door, standing there still in her pretty French Maid outfit.

"Sure," the boy said, standing and turning to look at the maid.

Yelena strode up to him in her prim manner.

"Countess Rose-Wilson has instructed me to request you not enter her room for the next half-an-hour. She and the rest of us are up to private matters."

William looked at Yelena. He had an idea what she was on about. Her and the 'others' were going to be up to some sexy naughtiness. He once again felt a measure of jealousy. All these adults 'frolicking' about...and him on his own in his bedroom. Ah well, he thought, I'm only thirteen, just a kid. I'll get my end away eventually.

"Okay," he said, and he turned back to continue unpacking a small box of socks.

Yelena lingered for a couple of seconds, feeling sorry for the poor boy. It was evident he was envious of the rude antics that he obviously guessed would be going on under this very room, just down the hallway, but she was compelled to obey Countess Rose-Wilson, which was to tell the boy not to disturb them all for the next thirty-minutes, which was the average length of time this evening ritual usually took.

The teenaged maid turned and left the room, softly closing the door behind her.

William sighed, then decided to cheer himself up with a wank. He went to his collection of books which sat in a large oak bookcase between two of the six paired windows in the room. Most of his books were war and adventure stories, mixed with some school books. He went for his favourite, and indeed only, book that provided some stimulation for his cock rather than his mind. It was a large hardback about classical art, filled with fine colour prints of paintings, and text he did not bother to read. There was only one painting that showed female nudity, and it took up an entire page; a perfect print of Diego Velázquez's 1648 painting Venus at her Mirror. It portrayed a naked Venus lounging on a bed from behind, her face only visible in the mirror that Cupid holds for her. Venus's breasts and vagina were not visible, as her back is to the viewer, but her sublime bare behind is on show, and William's eyes had studied every brush-stroke of the Goddess of Beauty's bum.

He lay the book out on the bed and lay on his side, pumping his cock as he looked at the painting, his mind regularly drifting back to Yelena, at how pretty she looked. The boy soon reached his climax, laying on his back and letting out a long sigh as his cock exploded in his pumping fist.

Although Elaine knew that her girlfriend Kathleen had sexual relations with her staff - namely Derek, Ronald and the lovely Yelena - she did not know about Kathleen's rather precise evening ritual, one she indulged in each weekday evening when her staff were present.

She was about to find out though.

After sending Yelena off to visit William, Kathleen had taken Elaine in to her room and insisted they both strip. They did so, removing their clothes in the large master bedroom. Then they clambered onto the enormous bed.

Kathleen Rose-Wilson had a fine body for her age; average sized tits that held up well and had lovely bright red nipples, the exact same shade as they were depicted in the nude painting of her that sat above the fireplace in the bedroom. The mature blue-eyed blonde widow had a flat stomach, curvey hips, long legs that were lithe and firm, and a lovely golden bush at her crotch.

Elaine Kent had a similarly fine figure. The thirty-one-year-old was slim, with large and firm rounded boobs with big pink nipples. Her skin was pale, her shoulders, upper chest and tits were, like her face, sprinkled with freckles. At her crotch was a triangle of reddish-brown pubic hair. Then there was her arse, her lovely, rounded, curvey, sticking-out arse that was not excessively disproportate to her figure but was certainly prominant in it's sweet buxomness that contrasted with her narrow waist. Elaine's posterior was something that the sexually vivacious Kathleen had raved and lusted over. An outrageous anal-addict herself, Kathleen had a soft-spot for other women's bottoms, and ever since the early days of their blossoming relationships, Kathleen had fondled, kissed and sucked Elaine's arse with great passion, not to mention fucking it hard and deep whilst wearing one of her strap-on dildos.

Right now, for the first time in their relationship, they were not going to be alone in expressing their lust with one another.

"I told you that I have an evening ritual each weekday Elaine," Kathleen explained to her lover as they stroked and fondled one another on the vast bed, the pink satin sheets cool against their naked bodies, "Now I'll show you what it is. With the help of my accomplices in lewdness."

There was a soft knock at the door.

"Enter," Kathleen called, with the voice of someone used to giving commands.

The thick oak door opened and in came Ronald and Derek, in their overalls, and Yelena in her maid outfit. They shut the door behind them and stood to attention.

Elaine felt a little exposed, being stark naked before these three other people, but she was comforted by Kathleen's commanding attitude.

"I love sixty-nines," Kathleen explained to Elaine as she fondled her lover's breasts, "You know full well how I love to tongue on a hot cunt whilst my own cunt is tongued. You know also, given the frequency that I have previously requested you sodomize me with a strap-on, how much of a fan of anal-sex I am. Well," continued that lovely blonde aristocrat, "it's natural that I should adore both activities together. Each weekday, Elaine, for almost a year, I've indulged in the antics you are about to witness, whereby I get into a sixty-nine with the delightful Yelena and, whilst we suck each other's cunts, Ronald and Derek, one after the other, fuck me up the arse."

Elaine took all this in. It was, to be fair, not surprising to her. She knew of her lover's lustful ways, her outragous lack of shame and her obvious fondness for cunt-lapping and buggery. She felt very turned on, not least by being nude and having her tits fondled in front of Ronald, Derek and Yelena, who stood to attention at the foot of the bed.

"You'll have your turn soon enough my lover," Kathleen said, stroking Elaine's hair, "but for tonight you can witness how much fun I have indulging in this little wickedness."

"What if William catches us?" asked Elaine, mindful of her curious son.

"I carried out Countess Rose-Wilson's instructions Mrs Kent," Yelena piped up, "I told him not to disturb us."

Elaine glanced at Yelena, then back at Kathleen.

"I'm sure he's guessed what sort of things we're up to," Kathleen said, answering her lover's unspoken question, "It doesn't matter. Let us get to work." She turned to her staff. "Undress, my handsome young gentlemen," she instructed her gardners, before turning to Yelena, "and get naked yourself Yelena, you sexy little whore."

The three staff casually stripped naked. Elaine watched them. She looked in awe as those two fine men and one woman undressed.

Soon the trio were as nude as the two ladies on the bed.

Ronald and Derek were very hunky, with strong looking bodies. Each unashamedly sported a proud and strong erection. Both had cocks about seven-inches in length and quite thick.

Yelena was an absolute delight to behold naked. Elaine had seen the nineteen-year-old Russian maid plenty of times before on her visits here, but she had not seen her naked. The sweet brunette had the most perfect body. Slender limbs, narrow waist, average-sized and beautifully formed pert breasts topped with light pink nipples, a flat stomach and a neatly trimmed triangle of chestnut-brown pubic hair at her crotch. Nonetheless, this could not completely detract from the delicate sweetness of her face; that cute upturned nose, that broad sweet grin, those lovely dark brown eyes.

Probably the most beautiful thing about Yelena, concluded Elaine, was the way the girl just stood there naked in such a casual manner; bare feet together, hands by her side, smiling politely as she silently awaited instructions.

"Elaine?" began Kathleen, after a pause in which she allowed her lover time to take in the beauty of her hand-picked staff, "Move aside my dear. I will show you what I get up to with these delightful individuals."

Elaine shifted to the edge of the vast bed.

With a simple glance, Kathleen gave the silent command for Yelena to immediately get into the position she clearly adopted very often at the order of her lewd employer. The slender brunette maid hopped onto the bed, swivelled round, and lay on her back with her feet facing the pillows, her legs bent and parted.

Kathleen, employing swiftness and elegence, mounted Yelena, inverted. They were in a sixty-nine. Kathleen planted her juicy mature blonde-furred cunt onto Yelena's face and the mature widow in turn pushed her hungry face into Yelena's neatly-trimmed teen vagina.

Ronald and Derek stared on, aroused and stroking their erections.

Elaine watched, aroused and feeling her cunt moisten.

"Normally," Kathleen declared, raising her face a moment later from Yelena's crotch, "the gentlemen lick my anus to prepare it for their cocks, but you can have that honour Elaine. Lick my anus, get it wet, get it slick. Wet it for Ronald and Derek's cocks. They are to bugger me whilst me and Yelena feast upon one another's cunts."

And with that, the blonde widow buried her face enthusiastically into her maid's crotch and slurped with the same smacking enthusiasm that Yelena was sucking her own cunt front below.

Elaine glanced at Ronald at Derek, who stood there with big erections but otherwise awaiting instructions to move. Then Elaine shuffled across the bed behind Kathleen, whose beautiful arse was raised and spread, her hairless puckered anus winking beneath her sopping blonde pussy that Yelena was lapping at thirstily.

In recent months, Elaine had licked and sucked every part of Kathleen's body, but never in a group session before anyone else. She leaned down and stuck out her tongue, and as soon as the tip tickled Kathleen's anus, she felt a shiver of pleasure run through her naked body, not just as the joy of licking Kathleen's beautiful behind - always a pleasure! - but that she was doing it with Ronald and Derek standing behind her, watching. Plus there was Yelena just down below slurping at Kathleen's cunt.

Elaine was also aware that, as she bent down to lap at her lover's anus, her own bare bum was raised and pointing at the two gardners who were, as she guessed, gazing upon her arse. Ronald and Derek both glanced at each and smiled, silently agreeing that the Countess's new lover had a truly superb behind. They got back to staring at Elaine's raised rump, the dark-haired woman almost feeling the young men's eyes on her anus, which twitched. It compelled her to slurp at Kathleen's anus more lustfully, eventually pushing her tongue up into that tight hole. All the while she heard the obscene slurping noises of Yelena just below her, eating out Kathleen's dripping snatch.

After a couple of minutes, Elaine decided her lover's anus was nicely loosened and ready for penetration. She got up and shuffled to oneside, kneeling naked and unashamed as she prepared to watch Kathleen and her staff indulge in their regular antics.

"Is my anus nice and prepared for a fucking Ronald?" the Countess asked over her shoulder.

"It is my lady," Ronald confirmed, stroking his pulsing erection.

"Good," his employer said, "Then get up here and bugger me. Bugger my tight behind whilst this darling girl beneath me sucks my cunt."

With Yelena busily lapping at Kathleen's cunt, Ronald got onto the bed, his prick sticking upright, and shuffled in behind Kathleen. He gripped the base of his cock and, with well-practiced motions, pushed the head to Kathleen's well-licked anus. With a grunt and a heave, he shoved the swollen head of his cock into that beautiful mature woman's anus.

"Aaaaaah," moaned the Countess, feeling her anus bloom open as her young stud entered her rectum, "Oh yes! Shove it up me Ronald, fuck my arse as well as you fuck my arse every night!"

Ronald held Kathleen's hips and began to push his long pole deeper and deeper into her rectum.

Elaine was kneeling to the side, idly fingering her dripping vagina as she watched with delight as the sordid proceedings unfolded before her lust-filled emerald-green eyes. In the meantime, Derek got onto the bed and knelt to the other side of the compact trio in the middle of the vast mattress. He glanced over at Elaine and they exchanged grins. All five of them were on the bed, which was vast enough to accommodate them all.

Soon, Ronald had his full seven-inches lodged to the root in Kathleen's bowels. Her anus was taut round the base of his shaft.

"Oh God, oh yes!" Kathleen purred, "That feels as good as always Ronald! Your cock feels so good in my arse. Mmmmm. Does my arse feel good Ronald?"

"Yes my lady," Ronald smiled, obvious lust on his face despite his continued formal address of the lustful bitch before him, "It's as tight and as esquisite as always."

"Now bugger me," the Countess ordered him, "Bugger me deep and hard, show Elaine how well you fuck the arse of a lustful lady like me! And Yelena? Push that tongue deep into my cunt you sexy lesbian bitch. I shall do the same to you."

Yelena could not reply as she already had her tongue swirling round the glistening pink lips of Kathleen's twat, but she complied by pushing her tongue deep up into that furry slit. Kathleen proceeded to lap eagerly at Yelena's tight, neatly-trimmed pink cunt.

In the meantime, Ronald began to ease his throbbing pole back and forth in Kathleen's anus, a look of casual desire on his face as committed buggery on his lewd employer.

This activity had occurred regularly each weekday evening in the year that Yelena had been working here, although Ronald and Derek frequently fucked the Countessat other times during the day as well. Plus the two gardners had been satisfying the Countess's sordid cravings for many years beforehand; even (with the late Earl Rose-Wilson's permission) before the Countess was widowed three-years ago. Due to Countess Rose-Wilson's wicked fondness for anal-sex, it was more often than not she presented her anus to her young studs rather than her vagina. Thus, in the seven-years they had been employed at the Rose-Wilson estate, Ronald and Derek, by their own estimation, had buggered the Countess in excess of 2,500 times.

And after all this time it was still just as pleasurable to bugger her!

Even as she advanced into middle-age, the Countess had a truly divine behind that no man could resist. Her firm buttocks were beautifully sculpted, those cheeks delightfully rounded and curved, the skin wonderfully smooth and supple. The hole between those buttocks remained superbly tight, despite all the times it was penetrated, and the rectum beyond that hole was a hot and slippery channel that gripped a cock-shaft beautifully. Before he grew older and more infirm, and eventually handed over the duties of satisfying his nymphomaniac wife to all and sundry, the late Earl had indulged himself in Kathleen arse on a nightly basis.

Ronald breathed deeply as he repeatedly ran his cock all the way to the hilt in the Countess's behind, his cock-headed ploughing on into the depths of her rectum.

Elaine was highly turned on as she watched all this. She sat back and spread her legs, brazenly stuffing two fingers into her sopping vagina. On the other side of the bed, Derek was casually masturbating his thick erection, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed young man awaiting his turn in Countess Rose-Wilson's rectum.

Kathleen and Yelena made wet smacking noises as they feasted on one another's cunts, the pleasure Kathleen obtained from being deeply sodomized being heightened vastly by exchanging oral pleasures with her beautiful maid. Yelena herself found this nightly procedure a true delight. She enjoyed Kathleen's nice mature cunt, and her employer was also a skilled cunt-licker. The young maid and her employer embraced tightly in their sixty-nine, with Kathleen all the while having Ronald's strong and proud member sawing to and fro in her tight anus.

"Fuck me harder Ronald," Kathleen commanded her fucker shortly, raising her lust-filled face from her maid's sopping teen twat, "Come on, fuck me hard you horny stud."

"Yes m'lady," the horny gardener panted, picking up his pace, pounding the Countess's bum with his thick erection.

"Uuuuuuh, oh yeah," she wailed, before resuming eating out Yelena's vagina.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh," grunted Ronald, sodomizing his sordid employer vigorously. It went without saying that he and Derek, and Yelena as well of course, very much enjoyed this regularly activity.

The horny stud's orgasm soon began to rise. He held Kathleen's hips firmly in his big strong hands as he fucked her arse even faster and harder. Suddenly, with a long and satisfied groan, Ronald jammed his dick to the hilt in the Countess's rectum and unloaded his sperm.

"Aaaaaaah, fuck!" he cried, spewing forth hot cum into Kathleen's bowels. He had a look of intense pleasure on his face as he climaxed, Kathleen making lewd moaning noises as she felt her rectum flooded with sperm, her moans muffled by her having her face pushed into Yelena's crotch. The young maid herself ensure she buried her wriggling tongue as far up into Kathleen's womb as possible to heighten the noble lady's pleasure.

Ronald finished cumming and tugged his wilting cock out of Kathleen's anus. That orifice gaped open obscenely.

"That was a fine fuck Ronald," Kathleen said, glancing over her shoulder, face slick with cunt-juice.

"Thank you my lady," Ronald said, shuffling aside, all spent.

"Your turn Derek," Kathleen said the other gardener, "Come and give me another good arse-fucking."

"Yes my lady," Derek said, and no time at all he was kneeling behind Kathleen's behind, his cock sticking up straight.

"Is my behind looking as tempting as always Derek, my good man?" Kathleen asked, a smile on her cunt-juice-slathered face.

"It is my lady," Derek replied, truthfully reporting his lust for his employer's divine bottom, "Your behind is as beautiful as ever and I shall fuck it my lady."

"You shall indeed," Kathleen purred, that beautiful noble whore writhing in anticipation atop her maid, Yelena still dutifully sucking her cunt dry, "Fuck my arse you horny young man, come and fuck this old whore's fucking anus!"

Derek eagerly slid his long cock into Kathleen's rear, making the noble bitch shiver with delight. He crammed his whole dick deep into her bum, gripped her hips and then proceeded to fuck her up the shitter with eager stokes.

"Oh yes, Derek, you horny stud," panted Kathleen, eyelids flittering with pleasure, "Your big erection feels so good in my behind. Aaaah! Bugger me, bugger me good you horny fucker!"

Kathleen then dived in to Yelena's twat, slurping the Russian girl's sopping vagina whilst her own vagina was eaten out by Yelena, and whilst her bowels were probed with Derek's cock. That handsome young gardener had a look of both concentration and pleasure on his face as he ingulged, once again, in the pleasure of sodomizing Countess Rose-Wilson. He was also used to the Countess's mannerisms, the way the formal, polite and stiff-upper-lip that Kathleen displayed normally went out the window when she naked and being fucked, whereupon she would splutter forth the most obscene orders and language.

In the meantime, Elaine was feeling wildly horny, the few inhibitions she had had originally about being nude amongst a group of people vanishing as grew moer and more horny.

Completely unashamed now, the auburn-haired beauty eagerly masturbated herself as she sat back on the bed, cramming three fingers repeately into her hot, soaking cunt.

The room was filled with obscene noises. The clap-clap-clap of Derek's hips against Kathleen's behind as he bum-fucked her, the slurp-slurp-slurp of Kathleen and Yelena noshing on one another's cunts, and the shlop-shlop-shlop of Elaine's fingers pumping in and out of her wet cunt.

Ronald was sitting on the other side of the bed from Elaine, tired out after giving Kathleen her nightly arse-fucking. He could not wait to fuck Elaine. He had not been given specific instructions with regards to dishing out some good fucking to his employer's girlfriend, but it was inevitable, clearly, that he would fuck her at some point. Ronald was eager to do so! As he looked at Elaine frigging her soaking cunt, he admired how pretty she was, how sexy her fine body was, how pretty her face was, and how gorgeous her arse was. He could not wait to be balls deep in that delicious whore.

"Yeah, yeah, oh, uuuuuuugh!" groaned Derek after a couple of minutes of thrusting, "FUCK!"

His orgasm gripped him. The handsome young blonde gentleman shoved his cock to the root in Kathleen's tight anus and shot his load. His cock pulsed and throbbed as it gushed forth creamy sperm.

"Mmmmph, mmmmmuh, mpph!" spluttered Kathleen, climaxing powerfully with her face buried in Yelena's twat.

"Mphuuuugh, mmmmphh, mmmmng!" replied Yelena, having a good orgasm herself, drinking down Kathleen's flowing vaginal juices as her own were slurped up by Kathleen.

"UUUUH!" cried Derek, spurting the last of his cum into Kathleen's shithole. Kathleen shuddered as her climax ebbed away from her sensous naked body.

Derek felt proud to have made his employer climax.

"Uuuuuuh!" wailed Elaine, taken by surprise by her own orgasm bought on by fingering her twat as she watched the filthy activities before her. Derek admired how incredibly sexy Mrs Kent looked as she masturbated herself to orgasm.

"Oh yeah!" grinned Kathleen, raising her head, "That was a good couple of fuckings my good men!"

"Glad you liked it my lady," Derek said, calmly, easing his cock from Kathleen's bum.

"Suck that sperm out Yelena," Kathleen commanded her maid, lewdly pushing her sperm-leaking anus onto Yelena's mouth, "Suck it all out."

With Derek fully disengaged from her, the lustful Countess was able to haul herself up from her knees and onto her tip-toes, so that she was squatting right over Yelena. Kathleen sat lewdly on her maid's face, gripping her own knees and flexing her shitting muscles to ooze the fresh cum from her rectum into Yelena's awaiting mouth.

Yelena, naturally, was not only used to this conclusion to the evening's antics but quite happy to comply. The frisky teenaged maid sealed her lips to Kathleen's anus and noisily slurped out Ronald and Derek's sperm.

"Drink that fuck-juice down Yelena you sperm-slurping whore," Kathleen ordered, "Drink it all down. Slurp it out of my shitter."

Ronald and Derek had pumped a lot of cum onto Kathleen's bowels and Yelena pulled out a good three mouthfuls of spunk from the Countess's rectum. She eagerly gulped it down. The horny Russian girl loved the taste of sperm, especially when it was fresh out of the Countess's mouthwatering behind.

"Have you drank that sperm out?" Kathleen asked a moment later, hauling her arse up from her maid's face.

"I have drank it all m'lady," Yelena replied.

"Fucking hell," Countess Rose-Wilson declared, dismounting her maid, "If there's a pleasure to be had that exceeds being buggered and licked out at the same time then I've not encountered it."

"Kiss me you lovely whore," Elaine said, feeling herself drawn into her lover's lewd mannerisms.

Her and the Countess kissed passionately, their tongues sliding into one another's mouths.

When they disengaged, Kathleen looked round at the others. Ronald and Derek looked spent but satisfied as they knelt there at the foot of the bed. Yelena was still sprawled on her back, licking her spermy lips, her cunt glistening wetly.

"That was a fine session as always ladies and gentlemen," Kathleen concluded, "You may depart now. We shall repeat this tomorrow evening, naturally."

Ronald and Derek got off the bed and got dressed into their overalls. It was time for them to go home. Yelena picked up her maid uniform but did not put it on. She, of course, lived in the Rose-Wilson home. She opened the door and strolled off down the hallway to her room.

"Goodbye my lady, goodbye Mrs Kent," Ronald and Derek said one after the other once fully dressed.

"Farewell gentlemen," Kathleen said to them.

"Goodbye," added Elaine.

The two gardners departed, closing the door behind them.

"So what did you think to that activity?" Kathleen asked her lover.

"It seemed wonderful," Elaine smiled, "You certainly enjoyed it."

"I loved it. I always do. My two gardners have wonderful cocks, and Yelena has a wonderful tongue. So, Elaine, how about it? Fancy taking my place tomorrow?"

"Certainly!" Elaine said, feeling very frisky, "I cannot wait!"

"Good," Kathleen purred, stroking Elaine's firm breasts, "You will enjoy it, trust me. Right now, I'm feeling highly aroused. Those couple of bum-fuckings have fired me all up."

And with that, she clamped her lips to Elaine's and proceeded to tongue her throat. The two naked widows were soon laying back on the bed, hands and tongues all over each other.

Yelena was off-duty now. She got dressed in her bedroom, putting on a casual black skirt, white blouse and a black coat. Hoping she did not miss Ronald and Derek, she left her room and hurried downstairs.

Ronald and Derek were outside, ready to go home and putting their things into the back of their van. The two of them lived down the same road in the village.

Yelena left the house and strolled down the steps and across the gravel. She looked very pretty in the fading daylight, the sun bloated and orange as it hung just above the treetops on the western horizon.

"Hey Yelena," Ronald called.

"Hi guys," the Russian girl said, pausing to chat to the two gardners, "Off home?"

"Yup," Ronald confirmed, "Off home for dinner. I'm starved."

"Me too," Derek said, "My wife is visiting her mother at the moment so I'll have to make me own tea. And I can't cook nothin'."

"I'm sure you'll be fine," Yelena smiled, "What do you think of Mrs Kent by the way?"

"She's alright," Derek said, "Nice lady."

"Yeah," agreed Ronald, "Nice arse too."

"Fuckin' gorgeous arse!" Derek agreed, "I can't wait to fuck her. You know we will fuck her at some point, don't you Derek?"

"Oh aye, definately. I reckon tomorrow evening the Countess will have Elaine take her place. Y'know, on top in a sixty-nine with Yelena, and me and you will fuck Elaine."

"I fuckin' hope so," Ronald said, lighting a roll-up cigarette.

"Me too," Yelena said, "I wanna lick out Elaine. She has a lovely looking vagina. Nice reddy-brown pubic hair. Mmmm!" She licked her lips rudely. She very much enjoyed the polite formality of the household, and the upper-class mannerisms of Kathleen, but she also enjoyed the down-to-earth banter of Ronald and Derek when the Countess was not around.

"The Countess has a great arse but that Elaine's bum is even better looking I reckon," mused Ronald, "What do you reckon Derek?"

"Aye, fuckin' great arse. I'm gonna shoot a pint of cum that arse when I get to fuck it."

"Hopefully Elaine will be asking me to lick her cunt and arse out on a regular basis," Yelena said, "Just like the Countess does."

"You saucy slut," laughed Ronald."

"You two can't talk," the girl smirked, "You're worse than me anyway, you're both married! At least I'm unattached."

"Yeah, well..." shrugged Derek.

"What the missus don't know won't hurt," said Ronald. He and Derek did not really think they were cheating on their wives by fucking the Countess; after all, they were not in love with the Countess, nor she with them. It was just a bit of fun. Besides, they were only obeying orders, orders that happened to be rather enjoyable for all concerned. Admittedly they had no such orders to frolick with the lovely Yelena but they did that anyway. It was just a bit of fun.

"What do you think of Willam, Elaine's kid?" Yelena asked.

"Seems like a decent kid," Derek shrugged, "Fairly quiet. It's to be expected I suppose, all the upheaval of the move."

"Why, do you fancy him Yelena?" Ronald laughed, "'Cos he likes you a bit. I was chatting to William earlier and asking him he thought you were pretty. He said yes."

"He's thirteen," Yelena smiled, "Boys of that age fancy anyone."

"Yeah, I did when I was that age," Ronald confirmed, blowing cigarette smoke from his nostrils.

"When I was thirteen I was so damn horny all the time I would have shagged my own mum," joked Derek, lewdly.

"Yeah?" laughed Ronald, "Well I did shag your mum when I was thirteen."

"It don't bother me mate," Derek shrugged, grinning, "I had a chance to shag your mum once but she didn't have change for a halfpence."

He and Derek laughed. Like most life-long friends they regularly made rude gags and jokingly insulted each other. Yelena laughed too. The rude banter of the gardeners when their employer was not around always amused her.

"Anyway," Ronald said, opening the van door, "Time to get home. Come on Derek. Where are you off to Yelena? Just to the village?"

"Yeah, just to meet a friend for a drink or two. Then I'll pop back here for a spot of supper then bed."

"Do you want a lift?" Derek asked.

"No, I fancy the walk. Thanks anyway."

"Alright," Ronald said, "Take care and see you tomorrow."

"Bye."

Ronald and Derek got into the van, which was soon puttering up the long gravel drive.

Yelena then made her way down the drive, enjoying the leisurely sunset stroll to the village.

William emerged from his bedroom at eight o'clock, feeling hungry. His mother and Kathleen had finished their rauncy antics by then and William found them sitting in the dining room, dressed and eating a light supper. The boy joined them and engaged in a bit of a chat with his mother and her lover.

Afterwards, feeling tired, William went to bed. Kathleen and Elaine followed at ten, indulging in lustful sex in their room for a good hour before going to sleep. They were so busy heatedly screwing that they did not hear Yelena slip back into the house and go to bed.

William awoke with a serious erection the next morning. He lay in the large double-bed, nude under the covers, and with his prick rigid and hard. The youth had enjoyed a nice dream whereby he had been running around naked in the woods just beyond the grounds of the Rose-Wilson estate. He had been there with Yelena, who had also been naked, running and giggling as William had chased after her trying to grab her arse.

It had been a great dream and had caused him to wake up with a prick as stiff as an iron bar. He felt like masturbating but a glance at the ornate 17th Century mahogony and brass wall clock showed that it was approaching eight o'clock. He had to be at school at nine so he did not really have the time.

William was about to get up when there was a soft knock at the door.

"Come in," he called, after checking his cock wasn't erecting too much of a tent in the thick dark green and gold duvet.

The door opened and Yelena, looking bright and cheerful in her maid outfit, stood in the doorway.

"Good morning Master William," she beamed.

"Hi Yelena," William said. Now this was a nice sight to see in the morning, a sexy maid!

"Your mother and the Countess are downstairs having breakfast. Your mother asked me to wake you up so you are not late for school."

"Okay, I'll get up in a minute."

"You go the local school in the village I believe," Yelena asked.

"Yup. I've been going there ever since I moved to the village with my mum. It's a nice place. Kathleen had asked me if I would like to go to boarding school, like her own kids, but I didn't want to. I like my school and I wouldn't want to be away from mum."

"That's nice," smiled Yelena, "Well, I've ironed your uniform and it is laid out in the bathroom."

"You ironed it?"

"Yes Master William. This morning."

"Oh, thanks. You must get up early Yelena."

"About six o'clock. The mornings are busy for me, but fortunately the afternoons a little quieter. And I'm busy in the evenings as well of course, with supper and...things."

William felt his cock pulsing erectly as he realised that the 'things' Yelena did in the evenings were rather lustful ones, namely joining in with Kathleen and William's mum, not to mention Ronald and Derek, in some sort of adult fun.

"Is there anything I can do for you Master William?" Yelena asked after a pause.

William suddenly thought how great it would be to perhaps ask Yelena to masturbate him, or to ask if he could see her boobs. She was so damn pretty! And she had looked very fine in that dream of his too! In fact he wondered if Yelena would actually masturbate him if he asked. She was certainly a very obedient young lady, and obviously complied with similar sordid requests made by Kathleen. The boy seriously considered it before deciding that it would be absurd to ask. He did not have the confidence.

"No, I'm fine thanks Yelena," he said.

"Okay. I shall be downstairs."

Yelena turned and left the room. William's cock still felt hard. He slid out of bed and went into his own bathroom, which had a door joining it to his bedroom. There his school uniform was indeed laid out on a big chest of drawers next to the bath. First, William decided he simply had to masturbate. He felt so aroused.

Checking the door was locked, he sat on a sturdy velvet chair that sat in the corner of the vast bathroom and eagerly pumped his slender five-inch cock in his fist. He thought of Yelena, about how sweet and sexy she was, and wondered exactly what she and the other adults had gotten up to in Kathleen's bedroom last night. Then, as he quickly approached his climax, he thought of the nude painting of Kathleen that he had seen in the master bedroom.

The teenager soon shot his load, his fist a blur as he vigorously stroked his prick, his sperm shooting out and splashing over his thighs and his fist. He quickly cleaned up, washing his hands in the sink before he dressed into his uniform.

William entered the dining room ten-minutes later, just as Yelena was setting out his breakfast at the lengthy dining table. Kathleen and Elaine were seated on a sofa by the window, overlooking the rear of the estate, sipping tea as they watched song-birds flutter about the garden.

"Morning William," Kathleen smiled as she saw the boy.

"Hi Kathleen, morning mum," William replied.

"You do look smart," Kathleen commented. She had not seen William in his school uniform before. It consisted of black shoes, black trousers with matching blazer, white shirt and a dark green tie.

"Thanks," William replied.

"Your breakfast is ready Master William," said Yelena, finishing pouring out a cup of tea. She had made a big cooked breakfast, something William did not normally have.

"Cor, thanks," he said, sitting down and tucking in.

There was a knock at the door and in came Ronald and Derek, dressed in their overalls. They had just arrived for their day's work.

"Morning my lady, Mrs Kent," each said to the two ladies, "Morning Master William."

"Good morning chaps," Kathleen beamed, "What work have you got planned today?"

"We'll continue trimming the bushes round the front," replied Derek, "The ones near the driveway."

"Okay," nodded Kathleen, "but do not stray too far from the house, I may need you shortly."

The two gardeners smiled and then left.

William felt a bit awkward. He knew that Kathleen, not to mention his own mother, who was looking out the window to hide her blushes, were going to be having sex with Ronald and Derek later. He did not feel disgusted though. Just a bit...jealous, and left out.

The boy finished his breakfast and whilst Yelena cleared away the dishes and took them to the kitchen, he bid his mother and Kathleen farewell before he left for school. The school was only in the village and it was not a long walk there.

"Now we can have a little bit of fun," Kathleen said to Elaine once William had gone, "It is about time you got more intimately acquainted with my gardener's lovely cocks."

"I cannot wait," Elaine said, "It was nice to see them in action last night."

"I shall summon them," Kathleen declared, and she left the room and went outside. Elaine finished her tea and, a minute later, Kathleen returned to the room with Ronald and Derek in tow. "Let us go upstairs my love."

Elaine got up and eagerly followed Kathleen up the stairs to the master bedroom, the two gardener's following behind.

The four of them undressed as soon as they were in the bedroom, Elaine already feeling quite comfortable to strip before Ronald and Derek. Soon they were all nude and Ronald and Derek were already sporting very stiff looking erections.

Kathleen sat at the edge of the bed and beckoned her two studs forwards. She gripped their thick rods and masturbated them with skilled hands.

"Such fine cocks gentlemen," she purred, "Such lovely fine cocks. They have bought me endless pleasure in the many times you've stuck them in me. Now they are to satisfy the love of my life, the dear Elaine, who is standing there practically shivering with anticipation."

"I cannot wait to be fucked," Elaine declared, feeling such a sense of freedom in following Kathleen's example of talking candidly and obscenely, "My cunt is wet and my anus is itchy. I need a fucking."

"And you shall get one my lovely slut," Kathleen vowed, "These two fine studs have not let me down before and they'll not let you down. I would advise you, Kathleen, that to get the most pleasure out of these hard cocks, you take them both at the same time. One in your vagina, the other in your anus."

"That sounds good to me. I have never had two men at once. In fact, the only man I have ever fucked was my poor late husband."

"Now you shall be fucked by two more," Kathleen said, still masturbating Ronald and Derek, "and at the same time too. I can sense these horny fuckers are itching to get inside you. Come over here Elaine, sit next to me. We'll warm these pricks in our mouths."

Elaine swiftly sat herself down next to Kathleen on the edge of the bed. Ronald presented his cock to Kathleen, who opened her mouth and sucked down deeply on that lovely seven-inch rod. Derek gave his meat to Elaine who likewise parted her lips and slid them down the shaft of the erection before her.

Ronald and Derek stood there happily as they were given sublime blow-jobs by their mature slutty playmates. Even after all the years of servicing Countess Rose-Wilson, they still delighted in the fact that blowjobs and fucking were part of their paid duties here!

"These cocks are nicely primed," declared Kathleen shortly, her and Elaine taking their lackey's members from their drooling mouths, "I shall prepare your holes now my lovely slut."

Kathleen had Elaine flip onto her hands and knees so that she could lick her tasty cunt and puckered anus with her slurping tongue, darting it elegantly into those two orifices in turn, making Elaine shiver with delight. Elaine was looking forwards to her first cocks in years!

Kathleen soon finished and she moved aside. Following the Countess's instructions, Derek lay on his back and held his cock upright. Elaine did not hesitate to mount the handsome young man, impaling her dripping twat onto his thick tool.

"Ooooooh yeah!" she cried, pushing herself right down so that all of Derek's dick was wedged in her twat, "By fuck that feels good! Uuuuh."

"Come here Ronald," Kathleen begged her other gardener as she clapped her hands to Elaine's mouthwatering buttocks and pulled them apart further, exposing the anus that sat above her cock-plugged vagina, "Come here and push that prick into this delicious whore's behind."

"Yes, do it, do it," Elaine urged Ronald over her shoulder, "This cock in my cunt feels good but I know I shall be in heaven when I have yours in my bowels. Come and fuck my arse!"

"Yes Mrs Kent," said Ronald, and that big handsome stud got in behind Elaine and guided his pulsing rod to her twitching anus. With Kathleen still holding Elaine's bum-cheeks apart, Ronald squeezed his cockhead into the dark-haired widow's anus.

"Uuuuuuuh," Elaine moaned, feeling her anus stretching to accommodate the invading cock. She had indulged in anal-sex with some frequency with her late husband, but of course, that had been many, many years ago. Elaine had been sodomized quite a few times by Kathleen wearing a strap-on dildo, but at pleasing as that activity had been it could obviously not compare with a real cock up the arse.

Ronald grunted as he slammed more than half of his seven-inch rod into Elaine's rectum.

"Aaaah, fuckin' hell," Elaine wailed, feeling her anus stretched taut round the shaft of her fucker's cock, "Oh my, oh that is sooo good! Uh."

"Fuck it up there, right up there," Kathleen urged him.

With two lustful thrusts, Ronald buried the rest of his prick into Elaine's anus.

"Oh fuck, oh shit, oh yeah!" she panted, slumped over Derek, her firm heaving tits against his broad chest, Derek's erection buried up her wet furry cunt and Ronald's buried up her hot rectum.

"Is that not one of the most beautiful feelings in the world?" Kathleen asked her lover, taking her hands from Elaine's buttocks and going round to kiss her.

"It is, it is," confirmed Elaine, in between having her mouth tongued by Kathleen.

"Fuck away gents," Kathleen then said, shuffling back and taking a spectator's stance for this particularly activity, kneeling there and masturbating her dripping twat, "Fuck my lover's holes, fuck them deep! Glut her with sperm."

Derek and Ronald immediately obeyed. Derek began to thrust his cock up and down in Elaine's tight twat whilst Ronald held her hips and sawed his erection back and forth in her anus. Elaine was soon moaning lustfully as her head span with the ecstasy of it all. She loved Kathleen and general frolicking with ladies, but it felt so wonderful, after all these years, to be fucked by a handsome strong man. Best of all, she had two handsome strong men to fuck her.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck, oh yeah!" Elaine panted, growing hot and sweaty as Derek and Ronald vigorously shafted her cunt and arse respectively.

Kathleen looked on, burying three fingers in her blonde-furred vagina. She found that it was almost as exciting to watch others indulge in depravity as it was to be in an active participant.

"You have a superb behind Mrs Kent," grunted Ronald, holding the lady by her hips in his powerful hands and pounding her arse with his cock, "So beautiful and so tight."

"And a hot tight cunt as well," Derek agreed, shafting Elaine's slit from below.

Elaine adored this lewd compliments as much as she adored the sensation of the cocks pounding her holes. She lay across Derek, her head in his shoulders as she let body be shafted. It was not long before her orgasm rose up and gripped her.

"Oh fuck, oh yeah!" she suddenly wailed, raising her head, her naked sweaty body shuddering, "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me! OH FUCK!"

Elaine's squirming and writhing, her hot language and the way her cunt and anus tightened with her orgasm, brought forth her fucker's sperm. Derek let out a long, satisifed sigh as his prick gushed forth hot sperm into Elaine's womb, whilst Ronald grunted heatedly as he rammed his prick to the root in Elaine's rectum and filled her bowels with cum. The sexy whore between those two men writhed in ecstasy as her body was filled with sperm.

Soon it was all over, the fuckers tired and Elaine satisfied. They broke apart.

"That was wonderful," Elaine said.

"I'm glad you liked it Mrs Kent," Derek said.

"Best of all Elaine," Kathleen said, gripping Derek's cock in her right hand, Ronald's in her left, and giving them a few strokes, "These fine young men are often capable of fucking twice in one session. Come, my dear, let us suck them back to stiffness so that they may fuck us some more."

And with that, Kathleen began to suck on Ronald's prick, tasting sperm and shit upon it. She let go of Derek's cock so that Elaine could suck it, and she moaned lustfully as she tasted sperm and cunt-juice on that magnificent organ, which, like Ronald's, began to grow hard within minutes. Soon the two men were freshly erect.

"I need a fucking now," Kathleen said, taking Ronald's dick from her mouth, "My cunt is hot and wet and ready for a shafting. Please," she continued, laying back on the vast bed and flinging her legs apart, "please fuck me Ronald. Slam that big cock into my cunt, give this old slut the fucking she needs."

"Yes my lady," Ronald smiled, and in two ticks he was atop the noble whore, cock buried balls deep in her gripping twat. He began to shaft Kathleen with powerful strokes of his cock, the Countess sealing her lips to his and kissing him deeply.

"Fuck me too Derek," Elaine ordered the other gardener, likewise laying back and spreading her legs, "Fuck my hot cunt."

"With pleasure Mrs Kent," the burly dark-haired young man declared, and he mounted the horny bitch and slid his cock neatly into her tight vagina.

"Mmmmmmm," Elaine moaned, "That's so good!"

Ronald began to shaft Elaine's tight snatch, fucking her hard and kissing her lewdly.

The two couples fucked on the bed, the men's arses rising and falling between the lady's spread thighs. Already heated from masturbating herself whilst watching her lover being double-fucked, Kathleen climaxed after ten-minutes of fucking, spluttering forth a string of obsceneties as Ronald's prick pounded her twat.

"Yes, yes, fuck me Ronald, fuck me. Uuuuuh! Make me climax you horny stud, fuck my fucking cunt! UUUUH! Oh yeah, God yeah!"

Once Kathleen's orgasm had finished she decided on a change of activities.

"Withdraw Ronald, by good man," she told her energetic fucker, "My anus needs some attention from your big prick."

Ronald dutifully withdrew. Knowing very well his employer's fondness for buggery he had anticipated this order.

"I shall emulate you my dear," Elaine said to Kathleen, before asking Derek "Please pull out of my cunt now, so that you can fuck my arse."

"Yes Mrs Kent," Derek responded with a grin on his face. He had enjoyed fucking Elaine's tight cunt but he was keen on having his go at sampling her divine bottom.

In unison, Kathleen and Elaine got onto their hands and knees alongside each other, their arses raised and spread. Elaine's anus was already loosened from Ronald's earlier fucking, so Derek did not need to prepare her for a bum-fucking, he was able to simple slide his long pole into her arse.

"Oh yes!" he gasped once he was all the way in, "Your arse feels as good as it looks Mrs Kent."

"Good, now fuck it," Elaine ordered the man, already beginning to adopt Kathleen's commanding tone, not to mention the same filthy language Kathleen employed when in the midst of depravity, "Fuck my arse good my horny stud."

Derek slid half of his erection from Elaine's anus then slammed it back in, both of them moaning passionately. Then he repeated this action, buggering Elaine deep and hard.

In the meantime, Ronald had wet Kathleen's anus with his tongue to prepare it for entry. He loved to lick her anus, it was a truly delicious orifice that he fell in love with afresh each time he reacquainted himself with it. Ronald loved to fuck it too of course, and it was with keen enthusiasm that he speared it with his cock.

"Fucking hell, yes!" Kathleen wailed once Ronald's prick was wedged tightly in her rectum, "Yes, that's what I needed, a big cock up my arse. There's nothing better than having a cock warm itself in one's cunt then finishing off in one's arse."

Ronald began to shaft the noble slut's anus, soon matching the pace of Derek who, a couple of feet away, was happily sodomizing Elaine.

Kathleen and Elaine were giddy with pleasure as they were soundly arse-fucked by their dutiful studs. The two sluts moaned, grunted, sighed and swore as their bowels were plundered by thick cocks. Only the fact that they had already ejaculated earlier kept Ronald and Derek from cumming too soon. They spent a good twenty-minutes buggering their lady friends.

Eventually they had to empty their balls. Derek climaxed first, spluttering with pleasure as he finally spurted his cum into Elaine's beautiful behind, her anus gripping the base of his stiff prick as it gushed forth sperm. Ronald followed a moment later, hammering his tool into Kathleen's anus and making her squeal as he shot his load into her awaiting colon.

They all remained still for a moment, getting their breath back, and then Ronald and Derek slid their wilting cocks from the horny widows they had just giving a good fucking to.

"Let us suck these cocks," Elaine said to Kathleen, gripping Ronald's organ, "I feel like sucking this beautiful prick that has just been up your bum. I wish to taste your shit on this lovely young man's prick."

"A fine idea," her lover replied, "I am eager to taste your shit, Elaine, on a cock."

Whilst Kathleen sucked Derek's soiled spermy cock, Elaine sucked Ronald's. Their wet tongues soon cleaned up those pricks a treat.

"Thank you my fine studs," Kathleen eventually told her two gardeners, "You may continue with your more mundane duties now."

She waved her hand in a casually dismissive fashion.

"Yes my lady," Ronald and Derek said together, and they got off the bed, leisurely put on their overalls and then slipped out of the room and headed off to do some more work in the gardens.

"Those are two fine fuckers," Elaine said to Kathleen as they stroked one another's hair.

"They are, yes," agreed Kathleen, "and that's why I have kept them on for so long. From now on, like me, you can dictate any lewd orders you like to Ronald and Derek and they will comply. Likewise with Yelena."

"I adore you Kathleen," Elaine purred, "and I admire the way you unashamedly indulge in all sorts of vices."

"It is the only way to live, providing you have the means, as I do. I can fuck many people, and indeed I do, and not just my staff either. You shall do the same. We have no reason to worry about betraying one another as we know we are true lovers whilst our dalliances with others are out of mere lust. I beg you to emulate me Elaine my love, sink yourself in every lewdness and every vice."

"It is remarkable that you have all the appearances of a respectable and modest lady in public."

"Well, one must keep up one's appearances," Kathleen smiled, "It is not difficult. I fuck only those I trust to be completely confidential, such as my staff and other people you shall meet in time. By keeping my vices within a small circle I can swan through high society with an unblemished reputation of propriety. This, indeed, is what turns me on a great deal, the idea that the public, my extended family and fellow nobles see me as the embodiment of a respectable and celibate widow when, behind closed doors, I am a tireless slut who indulges in not just lustful sex but depravities such as lesbianism, orgies, and of course my favourite vice of buggery."

"Do not worry Kathleen, I shall give the outside world the very impression we have given them so far, that of me being simply a friend of yours who has chosen to live within your estate with my son, when in fact we are lovers who will enjoy all sorts of wanton delights with others."

"Incidentally," Kathleen said, now stroking her lover's breasts, "there are, as you can imagine, one or two other noble ladies I know who indulge in lewdness just as I do. I know their secrets, they know mine, and we have indulged in sordidness with one another. You shall meet them soon enough."

"I cannot wait," said Elaine, "I am only on the first steps down the road of secret vices and I am enjoying the journey already."

"By fuck I'm all fired up," Kathleen declared, standing up and hopping off the bed, "Those fuckings from Ronald and Derek were satisfactory but I am still horny."

"Me too," Elaine admitted, lewdly frigging her twat, "Perhaps those gentlemen will be ready for more action later"

"No doubt they will but probably not until after lunch. I could contact my man in London. He is a pimp who provides high-class prostitutes to high-class clients, and although this gentleman primarily provides girls he can provide young to me as well. He is naturally sworn to secrecy to ensure client confidentiality, as most of his clients, who include politicians and businessmen as well as nobles like me, naturally have reputations to keep. Occasionally I contact this fellow and, any time of day or night, he can swiftly send one of his associates driving down to my home together with as many studs as I require. I have used his services often, once ordering ten young men who fucked me twice each in one evening."

"That sounds delightful," Elaine said, eyes widening, "Incredible! Studs on demand eh?"

"Indeed, but, damn it, it would take at least an hour for them to arrive and I am horny now! We can use this gentleman's services another time. For now, Elaine, love of my life, we shall amuse ourselves."

Kathleen went to the large ornate dressing table beneath one of the windows and opened a drawer. From it she produced a strap-on dildo, a toy she and Elaine had often used on each other. It was an expensive dildo that had been procured via a discrete merchant who had bought it in India. The thick eight-inch dildo itself was made of firm black rubber and it was attached to a brown leather harness with an ornate silver buckle.

"Put this on my dear," Kathleen said, tossing it to Elaine, who caught it, "I want you to bugger me."

"It would be a delight to do so," Elaine responded, hastily fitting the rude device to her loins, "so long as you return the favour."

"Naturally I will," Kathleen smiled, getting on the bed. She gave Elaine a deep kiss and then got on her hands and knees, wiggling her delightful arse to indicate it was at her lover's mercy.

Elaine finished fastening the strap-on to herself and soon had it buried in Kathleen's bum. She sodomized her lover with great energy, the two women moaning like wanton animals in heat.

For a full hour the two naked lovers took turns buggering one another with the strap-on dildo, the air frequently filled with sordid expletives as they climaxed under one another's attentions.

"Wow," Elaine declared at the end of it all, her and Kathleen dripping with sweat, "four orgasms apeice and it is not yet lunchtime."

"We are doing well," laughed Kathleen, "Now, let us have a nice bath together."

They kissed fondly then headed off for a nice soak.

After their bath, the two lovers dried themselves off and dressed to go out. Kathleen put on a summery floral dress and a white hat. Elaine had plenty of clothes to choose from, as Kathleen had bought her an entire new wardrobe. Elaine had tried to insist she did not want to be pampered in such a way, but Kathleen ignored her; she had near limitless funds and enjoyed shopping for her lover. Elaine selected a long yellow skirt, a cream coloured silk ruffled blouse and a pair of matching elbow-length silk gloves.

Kathleen had no less than five beautiful antique jewellery boxes, all filled with family heirlooms, gifts from her late husband and plenty of other pieces she had bought herself. She had long since insisted they were as much Elaine's as they were hers. Kathleen put on a pearl necklace her husband had bought her for her thirtieth birthday and the gold Rolex watch her older brother, who was now the British ambassador to the U.S., had bought her for Christmas a few years ago, and finally some diamond earings she had bought herself in London recently. Elaine opted just for a pearl necklace, a gift from Kathleen.

The two glamorous widows went downstairs, and after Kathleen had informed Yelena they would be gone for a few hours, they left the house. Kathleen had a fondness for speedy luxurious cars, as shown by her choice of automobile, a 4250CC Alfa Romeo Torpedo. Her and Elaine got into the red vehicle and were soon speeding down the long gravel driveway and then through the country roads.

They went to the nearby town, ten-miles up the road, and visited the bar of an exclusive golf course on the edge of the town. It was a luxurious members-only establishment, and half of the bar was for men only. The other half had just a few couples in it, and it was there that Kathleen and Elaine went, Kathleen stopped by half-a-dozen other people who greeted her and made small talk; some were old acquaintances of Kathleen, others just local people who wanted to be able to say they had chatted with nobility. To those she knew, Kathleen introduced Elaine as 'my good friend'. Such people shook Elaine's hand and treated with her with almost the same reverance as they did Kathleen. Naturally, people accepted that Elaine was just Kathleen's 'friend', a fellow widow whose company the Countess happened to enjoy. It is possible some of those people may have suspected Kathleen and Elaine were lovers, but even if they did, they would never be so awfully rude as to air such suspicions in public.

Kathleen bought herself and Elaine a bottle of 1866 Moët et Chandon champagne that cost more than the average monthly wage of a factory worker, and sat in a bay window overlooking the golf course. They chatted aimably together as they sipped their drinks. They adopted an air of grace and innocence, appearing to all the world to be just two ladies having a nice drink for lunch. No-one would have guessed that they had spent the morning indulging in activities that would have made a common prostitute of the gutter blush.

"Would you like my beautiful maid to tongue your vagina?" Kathleen enquired of Elaine.

They were sitting in the luxurious drawing room, shortly after they had returned from their lunchtime drinks, both moderately light-headed from champagne.

Elaine looked at Yelena, who, having been summoned to the drawing room, stood with an air of polite obedience in her French Maid uniform.

"She truly is a beautiful girl," Elaine declared as she eyed up Yelena, her confidence bolstered by a few glasses of champange, "Very beautiful indeed."

"Stick out your tongue Yelena," ordered Kathleen.

Mildly amused by this command, Yelena obeyed and stuck out her red tongue from her lips.

"That is the finest cunt-lapping tongue," bragged Kathleen to Elaine, "in the whole of Hertfordshire. You would be a fool to deny it access to your hot cunt Elaine."

"I'm no fool then," giggled Elaine. She stood up and removed her skirt and her white knickers, placing them neatly on a nearby foot-stool. Then she sat back down and spread her thighs. "It would please me if you would lick my vagina Yelena," she said to the maid, "You apparantly have good references with regards to your cunt-lapping abilities."

"I lick cunts with both skill and enthusiasm Mrs Kent," chirped Yelena in her sweet Russian accent, and with that the pretty maid knelt before Elaine and plunged her head between that lustful lady's crotch.

"Oooooh, oh my," Elaine moaned, feeling Yelena's warm wet tongue swipe up and down her slick cunt lips.

The maid was indeed a talented practitioner of cunnilingus. She was eager to impress Elaine, not to mention eager to taste her delicious vaginal fluids. She lapped away at Elaine's vulva, tickled her clitoris with the tip of her tongue, and eventually proceeded to wriggle her tongue deep into the auburn-hairedwhore's cunt channel.

"Mmmmmm, that is wonderful," Elaine purred, running her hands through Yelena's hair, her hands still clad in her cream-coloured silk gloves, "Ooooh yeah."

"Isn't she a star?" Kathleen commented, leaning over and kissing Elaine.

"She is wonderful," agreed Elaine, "Her tongue is doing wonders down there, and I believe I shall feast upon her cunt soon."

"Yelena tastes as delicious as she looks," promised Kathleen, getting up off the sofa, "In fact I shall eat out her anus whilst she eats out your cunt."

Yelena was on her hands and knees with her bum raised whilst she ate out Elaine. Kathleen knelt behind Yelena, lifted up the nineteen-year-old brunette's little maid dress and slid her white cotton knickers down, in doing so exposing Yelena's mouthwatering pale buttocks and also the pink little anus that lay between them. It was this puckered orifice that Kathleen proceeded to lick.

"Mmmmpph," Yelena moaned into Elaine's crotch. She continued to deeply lick out Elaine's hot furry cunt whilst her own anus was delicately tongued by Kathleen.

"Ooooooh," sighed Elaine, feeling Yelena's tongue squirm into her womb, "Mmmmm."

In the meantime Kathleen was darting her tongue into Yelena's rectum. The three ladies were in a train of lesbian lewdness; Kathleen tonguing Yelena's shitterwhilst Yelena, in turn, feasted upon Elaine's steaming vagina.

"Holy...fuck!" gasped Elaine a few minutes later, feeling herself gripped by a sudden climax under Yelena's slurping, "Ooooooh, uuuh! UUUH! Fuck yes, oh yes!"

She had a powerful orgasm under Yelena's skillful slurping, her firm thighs quivering with Yelena's head sandwiched between them.

"I told you she was good," grinned Kathleen, raising her head from Yelena's behind, shit on her tongue.

"She is wonderful," purred Elaine, who then looked at Yelena, who raised her head from Elaine's crotch, juices glistening across her lips and chin, "I wish to taste you Yelena."

"I would be honoured to pour my juices into your mouth Mrs Kent," Yelena said, barely able to keep her voice quivering with lust.

The three whores changed positions. Yelena sat on the sofa with her dress raised. Elaine got on all fours and proceeded to lap at the pretty maid's pink slit, whilst Kathleen got in behind Elaine and feasted upon her behind. The room was filled with feminine sighs as the trio indulged in sapphic lust. Yelena climaxed under Elaine's oral attentions and Elaine likewise orgasmed with Kathleen's tongue rooting around in her bowels.

"A wonderful little afternoon tryst," concluded Kathleen, "You are dismissed, Yelena, you lovely girl. You may do as you please for the next couple of hours."

"Thank you my lady," Yelena said, licking her slick lips as she retrieved her knickers, "although carrying out such orders as I have just been given always give me pleasure."

The maid, white knickers in hand, hair dishevelled, slightly weak at the knees and with the insides of her slender pale thighs glistening with vaginal fluids, left the room. Kathleen, still fully dressed, looked at Elaine, who stood naked from the waist down.

"I am in heaven living here," Elaine said, simply and sincerely.

"Me too," Kathleen responded, stroking her lover's cheek, "I suspect Ronald and Derek are back from lunch and are ready for more fun. Shall we summon them?"

"Yes."

Kathleen left the room and returned a moment later with Ronald and Derek. The men were horny and ready to carry out further lewd orders.

"To the bedroom," Kathleen ordered her gardeners and her lover. The four of them hurried upstairs.

In the bedroom, clothes were removed, cocks were sucked, and vaginas and anuses were penetrated. Kathleen captured both Ronald and Derek's first loads of sperm, those energetic young men double-fucking the Countess and ejaculating into her cunt and bum as she writhed between them. The two men were ready for an encore shortly afterwards and more fucking ensued. After numerous changes of positions Elaine and Kathleen ended the session by presenting their bottoms and begging for a merciless buggering. Ronald pushed his cock into Elaine's rectum, Derek pushed his into Kathleen's, and they soon washed those lovely slut's bowels with their sperm.

Kathleen thanked the gentlemen and dismissed them, before she and Elaine kissed and petted one another for a further thirty-minutes.

"I am a little concerned about how much of our activities are known by my son," Elaine said a little later. She and Kathleen, both dressed and looking very respectable, stood on the grand steps at the front of the house and watched William stroll up the long gravel driveway. It was four o'clock and still warm and sunny.

"He surely knows much of what I get up to," replied Kathleen, "He knows you and I are lovers and he is, I believe, fully aware that I, and now you, frolick with Ronald, Derek and Yelena."

A brief summer breeze flipped by. Kathleen's short blonde hair and Elaine's long reddish-brown hair were disturbed by the zephyr. Elaine brushed her dark locks from her face.

"I do not know what William thinks of all this," she said, "He is a fairly shy boy. He does not say much."

"Few boys and men say much. They only talk when they have something to say. That's why it's a delight to listen to them."

Elaine looked deeply into Kathleen's eyes. She adored Kathleen, both for her beauty, her air of refined grace, and also her intellectual and perfunctory manner of speaking.

"I wonder how he feels about my obvious descent into vice," Elaine mused.

"Ask him."

"How? I can't just ask him straight out. I can't just ask him how he feels about his mother indulging in not just a relationships with another woman, namely yourself, but sexual relations with other people too."

"Why not?" Kathleen enquired. She was a forthright woman, who had been quite honest with her own son and daughter with regards to her lewd ways, and it honestly did not occur to her what problem Elaine had with regards to being blunt with William.

"I...I'm not sure how he would react," shrugged Elaine.

"He will take it in his stride," suggested Kathleen.

She and Elaine watched as William approached and walked up the steps to the house.

"Hi mum, hi Kathleen," he said, beaming cheerfully.

"Hi son, good day at school?" Elaine said, pecking the boy on the cheek.

"Not bad, boring as usual," William shrugged.

Looking on, Kathleen smiled. She truly adored the boy, not just because of his young innocent looks but because of his relaxed and unconcerned attitude towards life.

"Hi Kathleen," William said to his mother's lover. He was not sure whether to kiss her hello. Kathleen made the decision for him. She kissed him on the cheek, having to bow down do so because, at five-foot-nine, she was a full six-inches taller than the boy, plus he was standing on a lower step than she was. She did not give him an innocent peck either, but instead delicately sucked the skin of his cheek with her ruby red lips and flicked her tongue over the flesh. It last but two-seconds but was clearly more than a mere kiss.

"Hello William," Kathleen said to the boy as she drew back, delighting in the way the child blushed at her affection, "Are you hungry?"

"Starved," William said.

"We shall dine well tonight," Kathleen declared. She turned and walked into the house, Elaine and William following. Yelena heard them and walked from the kitchen into the hallway.

"Could you contact Giuseppe," Kathleen instructed her, "I am in the mood for one of his dishes."

"Certainly my lady," said Yelena, and she went back into the kitchen where there was a telephone.

Kathleen explained to Elaine and William that Giuseppe was a professional chef who was now retired but who owned a restaurant in town. Yelena generally cooked meals as Kathleen no longer found it necessary to have a permanent chef, but when she was in the mood she was able to summon Giuseppe's services. She paid him very handsomely, and thus he was always keen to come over and personally cook for Countess Rose-Wilson and guests.

Giuseppe, a small dark-haired man in his sixties, originally from Naples, arrived an hour later, and proceeded to cook a delightful three-course meal that Yelena served to Kathleen, Elaine and William in the dining room. The first course consisted of Bruschetta; toasted bread, drizzled with hot olive oil, covered with pieces of fresh tomato. The main course was charcoal cooked veal, followed by a dessert of Granita al Caffe.

After the meal, Kathleen showed Giuseppe out and paid him well. Then she returned to the dining room and invited Elaine and her son to the living room. There, the trio were served coffee by Yelena, who frequently glanced at William with an enigmatic smile on her face, the boy feeling a curious mix of alarm and desire at the beautiful maid's piercing gaze. Kathleen and Elaine chatted innocently between each other in the meantime.

Soon it approached eight o'clock. It was time for Kathleen's regular session with her gardeners. She excused herself and Elaine from William, and they left the room, the pair soon going upstairs with Ronald, Derek and Yelena. William felt rather left out and envious. He felt horny. He thought back to when Kathleen had kissed him on his cheek after he had returned from school. It had only been an innocent kiss but nonetheless it had been a touch of her lips on his flesh.

William's cock stiffened in his trousers. He recalled the painting of Kathleen in the nude in the master bedroom, at the sensious beauty given out by that portrait, and the way that the Countess gave off an air of unashamed lewdness in that painting.

He felt lonely sitting in the drawing room alone, and somewhat jealous of the five adults indulging in the fun upstairs. He went off to his room to do what any normal thirteen-year-old boy who was horny would do; have nice big wank.

Upstairs, in the master bedroom, things were not quite so lonely.

Kathleen and Elaine undressed and got onto the bed. Ronald, Derek and Yelena stripped at Kathleen's command. Ronald and Derek sported proud erections and Yelena gave off an air of lust, the pink nipples atop her perky little tits stiff and her thighs involuntarily rubbing together.

"It is your turn to be buggerered Elaine," Kathleen told her lover, "You and my delicious maid will exchange vaginal juices whilst my men invade your anus."

"I cannot wait," Elaine declared, shivering with pleasure, "My cunt is dripping and my anus is itching. I have looked forward to this all day."

"Yelena," instructed Kathleen, "get down on the bed my dear, so that Elaine can mount you. Lap my good friend's cunt as skillfully as you lap mine. Ronald and Derek? You shall bugger Elaine."

"Yes my lady," Ronald said, stroking his hard prick.

"With pleasure my lady," added Derek, similarly stroking his erection.

Yelena got onto the bed and lay on her back, feet towards the pillows. Elaine camped atop Yelena, placing her vagina, already wet with anticipation, onto the maid's mouth. Yelena quickly began to lick out Elaine's hot cunt. Kathleen prepared Elaine's anus for penetration, licking that dark puckered orifice. It was soon wet and yawning.

"Fuck this arse," Kathleen instructed Derek, parting Elaine's already spread buttocks, "Bury that big rod of yours up this gorgeous behind!"

Derek obeyed with great enthusiasm, clambering behind Elaine and pushing his throbbing tool into her delightful bum. Elaine was, in the meantime, sucking on Yelena's clit, and she emitted muffled moans of pleasure as she felt her anus being speared. Derek soon had his cock wedged fully in Elaine's rectal passage.

"What a beautiful arse," he commtented to Kathleen, who hovered nearby, "So tight, so hot."

"You shall be fucking that arse many times in the future," Kathleen informed the handsome young man.

"Good," Derek smiled, and he lewdly kissed Kathleen, who responded by darting her tongue into his mouth. The two of them snogged passionately whilst Derek fucked Elaine's arse at a leisurely pace.

Elaine was swimming in pleasure. She had a good hard cock buried in her rectum, she had Yelena's beautiful pink slit to dine upon, and her own cunt was being skillfully tongued by Yelena.

Derek fucked Elaine's tight arse for fifteen-minutes before he lost his seed, spurting his hot slimy cum into the dark-haired beauty's guts. As soon as he withdrew, his place was taken by Ronald, who buried his long pole in Elaine's shitter. By the time Ronald unloaded his sperm, Elaine had climaxed twice.

"What a fine arse Mrs Kent has," Ronald concluded as he pulled his wilting penis from Elaine's yawning, cum-leaking anus, "It was a pure delight to fuck!"

"Suck that sperm out," Kathleen commanded Yelena, and with obvious enthusiasm, Yelena stretched her slender neck so that she could seal her lips to Elaine's anus. She noisily slurped the two loads of sperm from Elaine's rectum, pulling it out and gulping it down with evident thirst.

Kathleen formally dismissed the staff. Ronald and Derek went home and Yelena retired to her bedroom.

Kathleen and Elaine dressed and went downstairs, where they found William in the drawing room. He was idly reading a copy of the London Times newspaper he had found lying about, browsing around the sport section. His mother and Kathleen joined him and they engaged in normal, everyday chit-chat before it was time to retire for bed.

William masturbated twice in bed before he went to sleep. There was such a sexual charge in the whole house that he found himself horny all the time. The youth was mildly alarmed to find his rude fantasies were beginning to include not just Yelena but Kathleen too...and even his own mother.

The following day, Wednesday, William went off to school as normal, giving both his mother and Kathleen a peck on the cheek before he left. He had been inclined to give Yelena, who had served him a superb breakfast, a kiss goodbye as well but he figured it would not be proper.

Kathleen and Elaine had a leisurely day of fun and folicks. Once William was gone, the two ladies went to their bedroom with Derek and Ronald who they invited to fuck their cunts. Ronald shafted Kathleen's hot vagina and Derek fucked Elaine's. The two strong and hearty fuckers eventually ejaculated, and thanks to some keen sucking, their cocks were soon stiff once more for further delights. Having enjoyed a merry bout of cunt-fucking as an appetizer, the two ladies then decided it was time for some anal pleasures. Elaine bent over and begged Ronald to fuck her arse. Kathleen requested the same favour from Derek. The men were only too happy to comply and eagerly buried their erections into the delicious derrières presented to them. Fresh loads of sperm flowed after a further half-hour of thrusting and grunting.

Kathleen dismissed her gardeners and requested they send Yelena up. The pretty maid soon turned up, obediently and enthusiastically, looking as sweet and as pretty as always. Kathleen and Elaine had Yelena strip and lay down on the bed, and they kissed, licked and nibbled every inch of the nineteen-year-old's sublime little body. Then they had Yelena suck their cunts in turn and each of them climaxed as the Russian brunette sucked them dry. Finally they had Yelena tongue each of their anuses for a good ten-minutes.

After dismissing the exhausted maid, Kathleen and Elaine had a leisurely bath together, dressed in some fine clothes and then head off into town for a spot of lunch and some shopping.

During their day out, Kathleen informed Elaine that she was to be her guest at a party that evening in town. Kathleen was the patron of several charities, and one was holding a fundraising ball at which she would be guest of honour in town hall in Stevenage, a large town about twenty-miles away. Elaine was quite delighted, any unease she may have felt at coming along tempered when Kathleen informed her that she had already told others who would be there that she would be bringing her 'good friend' along.

"My mask of prudish respectibility," Kathleen had explained, "ensures they will regard you as nothing more than my good friend, and not my lover, my partner in vice."

They got home at four, stopping in the village to pick up William and give him a lift home. After dinner, Kathleen and Elaine disappeared upstairs with the staff. The party was at eight, meaning the regular fun had to be bought forwards a couple of hours. William once again guessed what was implicitly going on and, feeling somewhat left out again, he mooched about the gardens, exploring the vast grounds of the estate.

In the master bedroom, the ritual fun occured. It was Kathleen's turn to be buggered this time. She got on top of Yelena in a sixty-nine and those two ladies ate one another's cunts out whilst Ronald and Derek bum-fucked Kathleen to perfection, filling her bowels with sperm. Elaine watched and frigged her hot cunt, now in a position to know what pleasure Kathleen was experiencing during such sodomistical fun.

Kathleen dismissed Ronald and Derek early and the two men dressed and left, William watching from the garden as the two gardeners hopped into their little van and puttered up the driveway.

"Elaine and me shall be going out soon," Kathleen told Yelena, as the maid put her outfit back on, "We shall bathe, dress and be gone by seven-thirty. There are no chores left for you to do are there?"

"Not really my lady," Yelena replied cheerfully, finishing putting on her French Maid dress, "The house is clean, the dusting done and the laundry collected. I just have to finish off the dishes from dinner."

"Superb," Kathleen said, getting off the bed, stark naked and dishevelled, "Dish-washing aside you are pretty much free this evening, but young William will be pottering about the house. I feel the poor boy may be feeling a bit left out by us grown-ups vanishing upstairs so abruptly. Check on the boy and see that he is not to be bored please. Maybe you could show him the gramaphone. You did not have a gramaphone at home before did you Elaine?"

"No, we didn't," Elaine, also naked, replied.

"Well, show him the device," Kathleen said to Yelena, "Keep him amused. I don't want him feeling lonely and Elaine and I shall be gone until past midnight."

"It will be a delight my lady," Yelena said, now fully dressed.

"Make sure he is in bed by nine," Elaine added.

"Certainly Mrs Kent."

"You may go Yelena," said Kathleen.

"Yes my lady." Yelena turned and left the room.

"A driver will pick us up at seven-thirty," Kathleen told Elaine, "That gives us barely an hour to get ready and to try and disguise the fact that we've just indulged in some wicked activities of the flesh together. We can save time by bathing together."

Elaine smiled. They both went to the bathroom.

After a long stroll round the estate, William was heading towards the house at 7:25 when he saw a plush brand new Rolls Royce Silver Ghost crunching it's way up the gravel drive and park in front of the house. A chauffer in a smart suit and black hat got out and stood expectantly next to the car. Just as William approached, the front door opened and his mother and Kathleen stepped out.

The two ladies looked very glamorous, both wearing elegant ballgowns and bedecked with jewellery.

"Ah, there you are William," Kathleen smiled as the boy strolled up to them.

"I've been having a good explore around the place," William explained, "You two look nice."

"Thank you," Kathleen smiled, charmed, "Your mother and I will be gone until late. Yelena will make your supper and keep you company."

"Okay."

"Be in bed by nine," Elaine told her son, "And be good for Yelena."

"Yes mum."

"Right, off we go," Kathleen said to Elaine. The said their goodbyes to William.

"Have a nice time," the youth said to them as they got into the Rolls Royce, the chauffer, with an expressionless face, holding the door for them.

William watched the luxury car as it cruised away down the driveway. He did feel a little left out still, but he felt cheered at being alone with Yelena. Alone with a girl! Not that anything would happen, he assured himself, even if the maid had been giving him funny kind of looks this last couple of days. Rather nice looks. Lustful ones.

It was still light but the temperature was dropping as the sun headed towards the horizon. Rain clouds moved across the sky and a breaze ruffled William's short black hair. He turned and went into the house.

To be continued...