I'm ashamed to say that what had been unthinkable one day, accomplished the next, and repeated a week later, had become acceptable, usual, and normal.

By the time summer was over, and the autumn weather rolled into our village, I was a sinful, shameful, and exceedingly well exercised wench. I knew what I wanted, and I got it, regularly, from both my love, Dominic, and the object of my lust, the stablemaster, Paul.

Was I ashamed? Indeed. But not enough to stop. I'd taken the opportunity to discuss the situation with Kath Staple on one of her visits. I'm not sure, but it seemed she was more impressed than concerned, except for her worry as to what might happen to my reputation if the involved arrangements unravelled. She said I should not be concerned over the stablemaster. She wouldn't tell me any details, but she said that she was sure he would be discreet. I wondered if perhaps she'd partaken in this particular pleasure herself. In the end, she was happy to provide an alibi to allow me to stay with Dominic, and most unusually to wake up with him. When I returned to my room she kissed me, pulled me down to the bed, and made me whisper all the details to her.

That morning I waited until Kath had left, pulled my nightshirt over my head, fell into my bed, warm and tired, but by no means sleepy, and abused my so recently defiled body with my eager fingers.

It became a habit after that. I'd noticed, when given the rare opportunity, that my men all tended to wake with an erection, and though night-time fumbles in the darkness are the best, there was something special about the early morning events that was delightful, whether alone or not. Most mornings I took care of myself before leaving my bed. It wasn't like spending time with Dominic or Paul, but it was all mine.

This morning was no exception, but something was more intense than usual. I woke with the memory of a dream. I knew the dream was personal, sexual, and arousing, but I could no longer recall the details. No matter. My imagination was well able to assemble a suitable scenario, and within a few minutes I was recalling the one evening I spent with Kath's husband Henry, with his practiced and relaxed style, so different from either of my current partners.

My nightgown offered little resistance, and in no time my fingers were treading a familiar path down over my hard nipples, and between my legs. Parting my knees now, and lying on my back, I sank two fingers deep inside myself, and started to slide them in and out, wondering again about the dream, as I found out how slippery and ready I was. I remembered feeling just the same way for Henry, inexperienced though I was at the time, and recalled my delight as his large cock slid in and out of me just like this, in the same bed, the same position, the same wet readiness.

My other hand took advantage of the position of my legs, and began to caress my hard button, slithering around and over it, eliciting quiet groans from myself as I pushed myself quickly toward my inevitable climax.

I knew I was very worked up this morning, but I surprised myself nonetheless as I clamped my legs and my lips shut, trying not to scream as my body exploded, waves of pleasure spreading from where my fingers were almost stationary, just waving a little as the nerves tensed. It was very, very nice, most unexpected, and a wonderful way to start the day.

After my body calmed down a little, I climbed from the bed, pleased again with the feeling of strength and capability my orgasms always gave me. I dressed and went down to the kitchen, hoping to find food, and escape chores, my thighs tingling with delight as I walked.

I found the kitchen, and managed to avoid my mother. As I sat down to eat though, I was interrupted by something much more welcome. Paul poked his head around the corner, and looked at me with a smile.

"Alys, do you have time to help me with something?"

"Of course, Stablemaster. What is it?" I spoke familiarly with Paul when we were alone, but he held an important position in the servant community at the castle, and in public we were always very careful.

"I need some help with preparing the horses for a hunt. Your mother said you could help."

"That was kind of her."

"I didn't think you'd mind."

"I don't."

"Finish your breakfast then. Meet me in the stable?"

"Should I come now?"

"No, Alys. You need your energy. Come out when you are finished."

"I will."

"Good girl." He turned and left. Good girl? Hardly. I turned back to my bowl, and started to eat again. It was only a moment, and he put his head back around into the room. "By the way, Dominic will be helping too."

I knew what that meant. I had thought he was luring me into the stable on some pretence, but if Dom was there then he must have actually wanted my help. That was a pity. Despite, or perhaps because of my solitary dalliance, I was in just the mood for Paul's no nonsense approach. He could have ravished me this morning without hesitation. Pity. Still, I wanted to try to spend more time with Dominic, so this was something of an opportunity, even though he would be on his best behaviour with Paul there. Sometimes I wondered if I should tell Dom about Paul, but always thought better of it. There was the chance he'd accept the situation, as he had with the episode with Henry, but it was rather risky. Kath agreed with me, and I trusted her opinion more than my own, so I left it alone.

I finished my breakfast just in time for my mother to return, and ask me to help her with some duties in the castle. I had the perfect excuse.

"I cannot, Mother. The stablemaster was just here, and said that he needs me to help with the hunt. He told me he spoke with you."

"Spoke? He rushed in here earlier, looking for you, and threatened to kiss me, the place being otherwise deserted. I told him his wife would find out if he did, and he had the cheek to wink at me."

"He's cheeky alright. But he did ask you for my help?"

"He did. Go on then. You seem to always have an excuse these days, when I need your help."

"You want me to tell him no, Mother?"

"No, no. He'd just be back with his disgusting suggestions. Go. Go."

I didn't say anything more. I was fairly sure Mother wasn't serious about her complaint. Most of the women in the servants' quarters were fond of Paul, and he'd hinted more than once that I wasn't the only girl of my lineage to be an accomplished lover. He wouldn't confirm anything though. I couldn't help but wonder.

Grabbing a chunk of bread from the bench, I kissed Mother on the cheek, and left her standing, flustered and overworked, and made my way across the yard to the stables. It had rained last night, and I had to avoid the puddles if I didn't want more mud on my clothing. The stable doors were wide open in the early morning, and I was assaulted with the familiar smell of straw and sweat, both human and horse. As I walked inside, there was also another horse smell, but that never really worried me. It really was busy in there. The stablemaster and two of the hands were busily brushing down horses, and Paul was yelling orders at the same time as speaking gently to the animals, a peculiarity I'd noticed before. The voice he used to calm the horses was the same one he'd used to convince me to spend time with him back at the beginning of the summer, and the one he used now to calm me down after a bout of sweaty exertion. Just hearing him talk like that made me quiver inside, and I wished this had not been a legitimate errand.

As I neared the sweaty men and horses, I locked eyes with Dominic. He looked back at me with love and desire, and I returned it. I could never quite figure out how I managed this, but somehow I kept these two sets of feelings quite separate, and I was well able to desire both of these men at the same time. Mind you, the mood I was in today, I'd have happily coupled with Tommy, the other stable-hand, and he was both small and dim, as well as having a reputation for cruelty when he wasn't supervised. I ignored him, and walked up to Paul, watching Dominic out of the corner of my eye.

"Stablemaster, you have sufficient assistance here already, so far as I can see."

"It's not your place, girl, to decide these things. Dominic, take this girl and both of you feed the other horses."

Dom jerked as his name was mentioned. The stablemaster's tone brooked no nonsense, though he smiled privately at me. "Those in the pen, Master?"

"Where do you think, Dominic? Do you have additional horses you haven't let me know about?"

"No. I just wondered..."

"Don't. Take Alys, and feed them." He turned back to the horse he was brushing for a moment, and then looked up as we were leaving, and then spoke again. "Boy, did you not bring your brain this morning?"

"Sir?"

"The forks."

I butted in. "I will get them, Dominic. Go check the horses."

"Thanks Alys," he responded, and left the building.

I turned back to where Tommy was standing and uplifted a couple of pitchforks from the hooks, half listening to Paul berating Tommy with equal distain. When he looked up at me, I poked my tongue out at him, and left, grinning.

---

The sun reappeared from behind the clouds as I walked to the pen, and when I got there Dom was refitting the gates to allow us to feed the horses correctly. He looked up as I arrived.

"He's in a mood this morning, Alys. You be careful what you say."

"So I don't get a kiss? Who is in a mood then?"

He looked around to see if we were being watched, before pulling me close to him, wrapping his arms around me as I dropped the pitchforks, and returned the hug. "I am in a mood, Alys."

"Oh, yes?"

"Yes. In a mood for you."

"Are you just?"

"I tried to see you last night, but I couldn't get away with all this preparation to do."

"I would have enjoyed that."

"You would?"

"Yes, I would. I waited. In the end, I went to bed."

"Yes?"

"To sleep."

"What, no stories to tell?"

"No stories. I had a dream though."

"Tell me, while we feed them."

I picked up a fork, and tossed some straw to the horses. "I don't remember, actually."

"Oh."

"Disappointed?"

"Yes, I was hoping you'd come up with some new adventure for us."

"I woke up, knowing I'd dreamed, but not sure about what."

"Oh, what a pity."

"Not so much."

"Why not, Alys?"

"Because, dear Dom, I closed my eyes, and remembered some of the things we've done." I hoped I was going to be forgiven for that small lie.

"Oh? And?"

"You just want to know if I touched myself."

"Did you?"

"Of course."

"Good."

"You're not jealous?"

"Of your fingers? Not much."

"Why not?"

"Because I know you prefer this." He pointed to the obvious bulge in his pants.

"I do."

"I know."

"I wish, Dominic, that I could have that now."

"Right now?"

"And here."

"Not here."

"Yes, Dom, here, and now."

"We cannot."

"But I wish we could."

"So do I, my love. So do I."

"So Dom, will Pau... the stablemaster be going on the hunt?"

"I think, my dear, that he intends sending me!"

"Oh! That's a vote of confidence."

"I guess so, but given the choice of confidently helping with the hunt, or pushing myself into you in the loft, I know which choice I would take."

"You are sure he will send you?"

"He hinted at it."

"He can't send Tommy."

"He can't."

"So..."

"Yes, Alys?"

"I could..."

"You could not."

"... drag Tommy up to the loft. How did you know?"

"I know you so well. Kiss me again, quickly."

I complied, my lips letting him know I wanted him, and how there was no way that I'd spend time with Tommy. Of course, Paul was a separate matter, and I wasn't going to discuss that, if I could help it.

Just then Tommy was sent out to help us further, Paul having tired of his lack of help inside. The stablemaster was still yelling at him as he arrived, brush in hand, to start with one of these horses. Dom and I stopped talking. Tommy was useful sometimes.

The three of us worked with the horses, and Dom managed to tell me quietly that he would try to catch up with me later. I basically ignored him, knowing that once he was sent away, I seldom saw him again the same day. Tommy made it impossible to kiss him goodbye, and I had to be content to wave at him as he disappeared back to the stables, after another yelling session from Paul.

After Tommy and I were finished he ran off to the kitchen to eat, and I wandered back the way Dom had gone, though he would have been well gone by then. Sure enough, the stables were basically deserted, apart from the stablemaster, who was just finishing cleaning up after the last departed horses. He confirmed that Dom had gone with the hunt, and then looked at me with a smile.

"Alys, I was up very early this morning, and have been working hard until now. I was planning to take a walk down to the river. Would you like to come with me?"

"You planning on swimming, Paul?"

"No. A quick wash, and a leisurely fondle with my favourite girl. What do you think?"

"Isn't that rather risky?"

"For who? I know a place."

"I bet you do."

"You know, I liked you before, when you were scared of me."

"Too bad. I think you like me now, anyway."

"Why would that be?"

"Because I'm willing and ready."

"For?"

"The river."

"Come with me."

"I fully intend to."

---

The walk to the river was quiet and pleasant. Paul didn't say much generally, and we walked side by side. The first thing he thought of was some excuse for me to be following him there, just in case someone saw us. After that, we just walked.

Paul was right about knowing a place. He showed me where he could cross the river without getting too wet, and then carried me.

"This way, young Alys, you can't get away."

"I've no plans to."

"I was hoping that was the case. Give me a kiss then."

"Put me down, Sir. You have no idea where I've been."

"You have stories to tell?"

"No new ones."

"Just Dom?"

"He's not 'just'. And yes."

"Sorry."

"That's alright, Paul. You think I should travel further afield?"

"No. You might decide you don't want me."

"I do. I want you. Are we nearly there?"

"Some sort of rush?"

"Mmhmm."

"Kiss me again. Again. Just over there, see? Children come down here in the afternoon, but no one will be here now."

"Looks lovely. You going to put me down?"

"Only if you promise to remove those clothes."

"I hardly need a promise, to do that, Sir."

"I thought that might be the case."

Paul set me down on the edge of the river. We were in a clearing hidden from the direction of the castle by a large clump of bushes and trees. It was beautiful, and calm. The early sun had warmed the air, and there was no wind to speak of. One of the trees had a convenient branch on which to throw my clothes, and I wasted no time in getting naked, stopping briefly to kiss Paul and help him with his boots.

Soon enough, we were both bare-skinned, grinning at each other in the sun. Paul spoke again. "Darling girl, I'm planning to ravish you. That's all the warning you are going to get, but you have a choice. I think you are going to get dirty, so would you rather swim now, or later??

I stared at him for a moment. Paul was a large man, and he always looked impressive without his clothes, his arms and legs muscled and oversized, but my eyes were mostly on his cock. I wasn't scared of it any more, but I held it in some respect. In answer to his question, I did something he wasn't expecting. I pushed him to the ground. I know that if he was resisting I couldn't have done it, but he just let it happen.

As his big body fell backwards, I dropped to my knees and crawled up his body, my legs astride his until I was poised above him, looking at his smiling face. He started to speak, and I reached my hand up to cover his mouth. He relaxed and looked at me, and I spoke to him quietly but clearly.

"Paul, it's been a little while now. I'm used to your strength, and your size. I'm accustomed to your thrusts and your embrace. This time, just this once, the ravishing is going to be done by me."

He chuckled then, but didn't move. I kept talking. "You know, I woke this morning knowing that I'd had a dream. The dream had aroused me, but I could not remember what happened. You want to know what I did about it?"

"I can guess, but would you tell me?"

"I reached down between my legs, like this." My fingers followed my description. "I spread myself, just like this, and found myself wet, and ready. I placed a couple of fingers inside myself, like this... and then, while they slid in and out of me, I touched myself, here. I wriggled and shook, and I imagined something while I did it. You want to know?"

"Alys dear, right now you can tell me anything you want."

"I thought about you, and your big cock. I love that word. Cock. Your big hardness. Just like it is there. And my fingers were your cock. My fingers weren't big enough, but that was what I had. But now... now I have your cock. Your hard thing. I want to do what I did this morning, but not with my fingers. With your cock. May I?"

"What has got into you this morning, Alys?"

"I have no idea, but I rather like it. Well?"

"Oh, of course. Please do."

I took him in my hand then, rubbing my slippery fingers up and down the shaft of it, rubbing the dribbling tip, and loving the way it jumped in my hands. Lifting myself up on my knees, I moved a little further forward, and as I allowed his hands to fall to my hips, I lowered myself over him, feeling him spread me, and push at my sides. I could feel the crown of him slowly slide upwards as I pushed myself over him, and then I was full, so full I couldn't push any further.

I was sweating then, my whole body involved in a way I'd never know before, and I placed my hands on his big firm chest, lowered my mouth for a quick kiss, lifted my body again, and pushed myself up again.

The loss of his width inside me almost brought me to tears, and I quickly lowered myself over him again, not pausing this time, but starting a motion that was both immediate and timeless. As I started to move more quickly, Paul matched my movements, and we started to flow together, undulating gently on the damp grass, his hands sliding up and down my back, gripping my buttocks from time to time. His fingers would wander over all my sensitive spots, my hard nipples, the base of my spine, the base of my breasts, the tender puckered spot between my buttocks. My hands were planted firmly on his chest, giving me the leverage I needed.

I wasn't coherent by now. I'd been needing this since I woke up this morning, and Paul was the ideal partner for a mood like this. He pumped placidly beneath me, his face intent, and focused on the movement, but I knew he wouldn't come until I did. He was in control. It didn't matter anyway, as I couldn't last much longer, and didn't want to.

I leaned forward again, delighting in the change of angle, the increase of pressure on the outside of my body, the indefinable difference inside. My body stretched to kiss Paul, and as our lips touched, I couldn't take any more. My whole body erupted, and it felt as though heat rushed from my lips down through my body, and concentrated on the pump between my legs. I clamped shut, my posterior in the air, my lips on his, my nether lips surrounding him.

My startled movements were too much for Paul, and as I shuddered above him, he allowed himself his needed release, and I felt his hard cock pulsing within me.

Suddenly I couldn't stand it in there any more, and I lifted myself off with a sudden jerk, in time to see his last couple of pulses spurt liquid into the air, and over his stomach and chest.

I sat back on his legs, my feet under me, panting, and still looking at the big man beneath me, realising how unlike him this was, and grateful that he allowed this. He stared up at me, a little breathless himself. After a while, he grinned, and spoke.

"I said, Alys Porter, that you were going to get dirty."

"My knees are grubby, Paul."

"I, young lady, am dirty both above and below."

"Sorry about that, Paul."

"Why is it that I have trouble believing that, while you are sitting on my legs?"

"I should get up?"

"Not yet."

"No?"

"I am looking at you."

"Oh."

"You are beautiful."

"Thank you."

"It's a special thing to be beautiful afterwards."

"I'm pleased."

"Does this mess you made worry you, or would you kiss me again?"

"I made?"

"Well, you caused it."

"I disagree. Nonetheless, kissing you sounds nice."

We settled back into a cuddle for a while. I enjoyed the heat from beneath me, and the sun from above. I can't see how it could have been comfortable for Paul, but he did not complain.

Eventually, I lifted myself from him, and we both stood, and quickly bathed in the rather cool water. Without any suitable way to dry ourselves, we were forced to walk around naked for a while, and finished up sitting on the low tree branch. It was strange, but nice, and didn't last nearly long enough. Eventually we got dressed again, and walked hand in hand as far back toward the castle as we could, before quickly kissing and walking more properly the rest of the way.

We talked all of this time, and I think I understood a little more of the way Paul felt about whatever this relationship we had was. I still wasn't sure how I felt, but it was different to the way I felt about Dominic, and that was good enough for now.

It was time for lunch by the time we returned, and we collected Tommy and went and sat in the kitchen with a whole group of other people. Paul sat beside me, but was his normal self, bellowing at both the cook and my father.

We'd been back at the stables for only a short time when the hunt returned, and chaos reigned once again. Once we had the horses and their riders sorted out, and the guests had departed, I found myself alone with Dominic.

I looked around to be sure, and then gave him a quick embrace, and told him to climb the ladder to the loft. "Now, and no nonsense. I need to talk about this dream..."

(To be continued... The day is not yet over)