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This is a story of erotic fiction.  Any similarity of
this story to actual people and place is purely
coincidental. It is intended for the private pleasure
of the audience.  Any further transmission without the
express permission of the commissioner is prohibited. 
No animals were harmed in writing this story.
Constructive criticism is welcome, if only to see if
someone is actually reading it, but flames are not.

Enjoy.

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	Lord Stephens had heard about the famine in Ireland,
and had to see for himself.     Unlike many
proprietors of large Irish estates,  Lord Stephens was
concerned about his tenants.  He regarded his
Christian duty to take care of them.  He did not
realize the extent to which he and other Ascendancy
proprietors were actually responsible for the
conditions  where the peasants had no incentive to
improve their lot.     
	Leaving his wife and family in London, Lord Stephens
arrived on the estate in September, planning to stay
until the social season started. The conditions were
appalling.  Almost the entire potato crop had failed,
and people had nothing else to eat. He felt like
magnanimous for contributing 1000 pounds to buy corn
for his peasants, on an estate that returned over ten
times that much,  especially since many of his
neighbors were not contributing anything.  In
addition, he contributed the passage for starving
unemployed tenants to emigrate to America.  As a high
church Tory, he felt that was his Christian duty.  
All he demanded  in return was to be treated with the
deference that is due, especially by the women.
	As he had done in the past, he let it be known that
he would offer up to four shillings to a woman to
spend the night with him.   That was almost as much as
a worker would earn in a week.  He wanted to be
generous because he wanted to choose among a large
pool of willing women.  He preferred a woman who had
been recently married, but with no small children.  He
did not want a woman who was lactating or more
concerned with her children than with him.   On the
other hand, he wanted a woman who was married because
he was more concerned with leaving  bastards all over
Ireland than with violating the sixth commandment.   
	Several women offered themselves, but Meghan was by
far the prettiest.  She had short curly red hair that
tumbled over her round face and bright smile.  Ample
breasts protruded out of her small body.  Lord
Stephens he decided to interview her first.
	"What is your name, my dear?"  he asked.
	"Meghan O'Reilly, m'lord,"  she replied.
	"Are you married?"  
	"Yes, m'lord."
	"Where is your husband?"
	"He went to America.  He is supposed to send for me
when he has enough money."
	"When did he leave?"
	"Last May."
	"So he doesn't know you are here?"
	"No, m'lord."
	"Do you have any children?"
	"My baby died over the winter."
	"I'm sorry to hear that.  Why do you want to spend
time with me, my dear?"
	"The money.   I want to go to America."
	"Do you want to be in this house, with all the fine
linens and food?"
	"Yes, m'lord."
	"Are you here of your own free will?  I don't want to
force you."
	"Yes, m'lord."    
	As if a starving woman offered four shillings for a
night of sex would have any free will. 
	"Very good, Meghan. You will come here tomorrow
night, and stay as long as you please me.  You will be
paid four shillings a day.  If you leave before I tell
you, you will be paid, but you may not come back.  Is
that clear?"
	"Yes, m'lord."	
	Meghan  curtsied and left the room.  She felt she
could submit to his lordship just as she had submitted
to her husband.  She had married Tom O'Reilly because
he was the handsomest lad she knew.   After they
married last year, she found out he was a hard worker;
 he was also a hard drinker.   When their baby died
because they could not feed her properly,  Tom decided
to seek his fortune in America.   Nevertheless,
without him to support her for the past half year, she
was lonely and hungry.   Meghan gave little thought to
getting pregnant, but imagined that carrying the baby
of a rich lord might be better than a poor peasant.  
	The next day, she arrived as promised.   She carried
a change of clothes, and not much else.  Lord Stephens
offered a large dinner of fish and poultry.  She had
had meat only once in the past month.
	"Take is easy, my dear.   You don't want to get sick.
 There will be plenty for tomorrow,"  Stephens
admonished. 
	"Sorry, m'lord,"   she replied sheepishly.
	He offered cake and wine, which she drank quickly.
	When they were finished, Stephens offered her his
hand.
	"Let us go upstairs to the bed room," he said.
	Meghan accepted and accompanied him.    He indicated
she should go behind a screen to use a chamber pot, 
and then he went himself.  He poured  some water from
a pitcher on the stand to wash his face and hands.  
He asked her to do the same.  
	"It is very important to be clean,"  he said.
	She usually did not wash that well, but she knew it
was important to do as he said.
	He took a candle and lead the way to the bed.  He
removed his outer garments, and pulled back the
covers.    She also removed her dress, leaving her
with just a petticoat. 
	"Come here, my dear," he ordered.
	She approached him slowly.  He suddenly seized her
into his arms, giving her a passionate kiss.  She was
overwhelmed by his ardor, but tried to respond in
kind.  His hands roamed over her rump, frightening
her.  
	"Let us get into bed,"  he said.  
	He blew out the candle, but there was enough light
from the hearth to see what they were doing.   She
made the sign of the cross.  Stephens ignored what he
thought was a childish superstition. When they got
into the bed,  Stephens climbed on top of her.   He
was excited to have this young wife in his arms, but
he did not want to rape her.  Instead, he let his
hands explore her breasts through her petticoat.  He
could tell she was getting excited, in spite of
herself, because her breath came more rapidly.  
	He reached under her petticoat to fondle her sex.   
She expected him to take her quickly, but instead, he
just  played with her pussy.   She did not know why,
but his hands felt good as they explored her body.
	"Let me take your petticoat, so we can do this right,
my dear,"  Stephens said.
	She had never been naked with a man, not even her
husband.    With him,   she would lie there as he
would  lift her petticoat, penetrate her,  ejaculate,
and leave.   However, his lordship wanted to touch her
naked body.   He pulled off her remaining garment, so
he could gaze at her.  He realized that with a little
nutrition, she would be beautiful. 
	He bent down to kiss her breasts, making them tingle.
 While he kissed them, his hand went between her legs.
  She opened them slightly, letting him play with her.
  His actions felt good, but she did know what they
meant.  
	Suddenly, he stopped.
	"What is the matter, m'lord?"  she asked.
	"You are naked, and  I am not."
	She stared at him while he removed his underclothes. 
 She had only seen naked men while they bathed in the
river, and never close up.  When he got into the bed,
her hands went involuntarily to his penis.   Her
husband would occasionally make her play with him, 
but she reached for Lord Stephens on her own.   He let
her rub him, while he massaged her vagina.  He felt
her wetness.   
	"Does that feel good, my dear?"
	"Yes, m'lord.  What are you doing to me?"
	She was moaning with excitement as he continued to
fondle her.   Suddenly, he climbed on top of her,  and
easily entered her slit.   She was not quite ready for
his  onslaught.  
	"Put your legs on my shoulders.   I want to give you
the ride of your life,"  he said.
	"Oh my God, what is happening to me?"  She said ,
moaning.
	He happily thrust into her,  but he did not want to
cum to quickly.  Instead he moved into her, filling
her canal.  She clung to him, letting these new
feelings fill her body.  
	"What is happening?  My body is about to explode!" 
she exclaimed.
	"Then let it explode." 
	He picked up the pace.   She involuntarily used her
legs to keep up with him.   The glow in her pussy
suddenly ignited, burning her pelvis.   He pumped
rapidly with his rigid pole, until it could take no
more.   He burst, letting his cum spurt out as he
continued to thrust into her.  
	Finally,  he could relax.  He pulled out, letting her
relax also.   She was confused by the experience.  
Even though she had sex before, she had never achieved
such a powerful orgasm before.   She had trouble
sleeping, especially since he began to snore.  She got
up and put on her petticoat. Finally she was able to
fall asleep, too.
		
	When  Lord Stephens awoke the next morning, he saw
Meghan on her knees, holding a small crucifix, and
praying.  He could see that she had been crying.  She
was raised to believe that for women sex was a duty.  
 The duty including conceiving and bearing children
and  satisfying their husbands, and even his Lordship.
 Sex was supposed to be endured.  It was not supposed
to be pleasant.   Yet she had experienced extreme
pleasure that night.  That made her feel very confused
and guilty.
	When she saw Lord Stephens, she smiled faintly and
said, "I'd best be going."  She reached for her dress.
	"Don't you want breakfast?  Mrs. Finley prepared some
rolls with jam and tea," he said.
	She realized she was hungry, so she assented.
	"Didn't you enjoy last night?"  he asked.
	"I guess.  I feel so confused.  I have to leave."
	Stephens realized she felt guilty, based on her
religious teaching.   He tried to assuage it.  He also
knew how to take advantage of it.
	He said, "You have no reason to feel guilty.  It's
not your fault.  I made you do what ever you did."
	"But my body never responded that way before, even
with my husband."
	"I know things about a woman's body that your husband
doesn't."
	She smiled, but stood to leave.
	"Don't leave without your four shillings."  he said.
	"I don't want your money."   But she took it anyway, 
because she had little food at home.
	"You probably think I'm some cheap whore,"  she said.
	"Oh no.  I can have a cheap whore for a lot less than
four shillings.   I think you are a poor, lonely woman
without any prospects who misses her husband."   
	Her smile told him he was right.
	"How would you like to be with your husband by
Christmas?"
	"That would be wonderful."
	"Stay here with me at the manor house until All
Saints' Day, and do everything I ask, and I will do
everything in my power to have you be with him by
Christmas."
	"In America?"
	"In America."
	"With enough money to establish ourselves?	"
	"With enough money.  If you are nice to me, I will be
nice to you.   What better way to show your loyalty to
him than to sacrifice your body with your Lord for a
month,  in return for a life time with him?" 
	"Then I will stay."
	Lord Stephens called his housekeeper, "Mrs.  Finley, 
Mrs. O'Reilly will be staying  here until the season
starts in London.  See to it that she has everything
she needs."
	"What about the other women who want to see you?" 
Mrs. Finley asked.   
	"Tell them to return next year."  
	"Where will Mrs. O'Reilly go next month?"
	"To join her husband in America."
 	Mrs.  Finley was relieved to hear that.   She got
the housekeeper job by allowing Lord Stephens to
seduce her many years earlier, and she did not want
Meghan to replace her. 
	Meghan was happy to be staying, and proud that he
chose her over the other girls on the estate.  Lord
Stephens would satisfy her in the bedroom and in the
dining room,  while allowing her to be loyal to her
husband, in mind if not in body.   She just had to do
whatever he said, and she could go to America.
	
	Meghan moved her meager belongings to the manor
house.   She explained to her family and friends that
she would be going to meet her husband by Christmas.  
She explained that she had a duty to join him, even
though he had not sent for her yet.  Many disapproved,
but they were as poor and desperate as she and could
not offer an alternative.   Some of the women even
secretly envied Muggins opportunity. 
	That night, after dinner,  Lord Stephens summoned her
to the bedroom. 
	He said, "You will have to obey some rules.  You are
here to please me and do as I say.  You may wear a
dress when you go out, but you must not wear any
clothes in the bedroom.   Mrs. Finley can help you get
some new dresses.  You must let me touch you in any
manner I choose, and you must touch me in any manner. 
  However,   I will try not to hurt you.  If you leave
the manor house, you may not come back and you will
not receive the money necessary to go to America.  Do
you understand?"
	"Yes, m'lord."   Meghan realized that submitting to
him was her only hope for a better life.
	"You may remove your clothes now."
	Meghan disrobed matter of fatly,  showing neither
embarrassment nor seductiveness.  However she was
actually very excited and a bit apprehensive about
what he might make her do.
While she put her dress away,  Lord Stephens also
removed his shirt and trousers.   He sat on the bed. 
When she was completely naked, he told her to approach
him.   She looked prettier than he remembered.  As he
gazed and admired her body, his prick jumped to
attention.  He put his hands on her hips and drew her
to him.  He kissed and sucked eagerly at her firm
breasts.   She moaned quietly.   
	Suddenly he jumped up.   He tossed off his
underclothes.  
	"I must have you, now," he grunted.
	He pulled her to him, letting their pelvises grind
together.   
	"Take me, my lord.  Use me for your pleasure," she
cried.	
	He pushed her against a wash stand, making her sit on
it.   She opened her legs, letting him  enter her
slit.  He pushed in, until he was engulfed in her
pussy.  He jumped in her, consumed with lust for this
peasant wife.   He banged into her unmercifully.   
She held on as hard as she could.  She felt that if
she let him use her, he would also satisfy her.  Soon
they were both grunting as their passion grew.   
	"I'm going to flow into you now,"  he uttered,
between grunts.
	"Yes.  Fill me with delight."   She urged him on. 
	His whole body rocked as his prick pulsed with
pleasure.   His penis vibrated with repeated spasms. 
Even when he thought he was empty, he pushed his way
to more and more spasms.   As soon as she felt her
quiz fill with hot juices, it triggered as massive
orgasm which covered  her entire body, leaving her
breathless.  
	He stayed locked inside her for several minutes,
until they both finally relaxed.  
	"That was a wonderful encounter,"  he said.
	"Yes, I liked it too, "  she replied, not knowing
what else to say.
	"Let's go to bed,"  he finally said, removing his
body from hers.  Lord Stephens was glad she was
Catholic.   His Protestant mistress in England also
insisted that he withdraw just before ejaculating. 
That avoided pregnancy but reduced his pleasure.  
	
	Most evenings, their sex was just as passionate, but
less violent.   In the mornings, he generally left her
alone,  to do his business around the estate.  During
the day,  Meghan spent time with Mrs. Finley or with
the cook learning about the estate.  He spent most
evenings with her, but sometimes he  paid social calls
on friends and neighbors, or they called on him.  He
never took her with him on these calls.    He said
that she did not have the right clothes,  but he was
at a loss to explain her.   She was the wrong class to
be his lover and too transitory to be his mistress. 
Other landlords who also had tenant mistresses also
left than at home.
	A few days after Meghan arrived, she experienced her
monthly period.   They both found intercourse during
those days mildly repugnant and agreed to sleep in
separate beds.  However, Lord Stephens was not
prepared to give up sex.
	"How can I give you pleasure without intercourse?" 
she asked.
	"You will see.   Sit on the bed."  
	Meghan at on her bed,  naked as usual.  Stephens
stripped and stood in front of her.
	"Play with my manhood." he instructed.
	She gripped in her hands, tentatively.
	"Go ahead, play with it.  It won't bite."    She had
never studied a penis close up.   She rubbed it,
because  she thought that would please him.   She
looked at his face and realized she was right.  She
returned to his prick with additional gusto,  pleased
to feel it stiffen.   Beyond that she did not know
what to do.
	"Kiss it.  Make it feel loved," he suggested.
	She leaned forward to kiss it and suck on it.   Again
the look on his face indicated she was doing the right
thing.   
	"Rub it against  you chest,"  he indicated.  
	She pulled him between her breasts.    He was not
sure how much additional manipulation he could stand.
	"Lie down.  I want to fuck your tits,"  he said.
	When she did,  he climbed on top of her, with his
prick in the valley between her breasts.
He pulled her twin hills against it, almost burying
it.  He thrust inside the tunnel.   Soon he was
rocking vigorously between her mounds.   She found the
tension on her breasts pleasant, but not like
intercourse.  He did not care whether it was like
intercourse or not.  All he cared about was the
mounting pressure on his prick.   	
	Soon he burst forth,  letting his prick spray its
thick fluid over her chest,  even hitting her in the
face.   She had felt his orgasm many times, but this
the first time she had seen it.   She marveled at his
ability to produce large quantities of the sweat white
liquid.   She felt good that she could please him.
	He said, "I said you could give me pleasure, even
during your flow."
	"I'm glad I could, but I will still be happy when we
can resume the old way."
	"So will I."
	After her period ceased,  he took increasing
liberties with her body.   The embraced in the nude
every night.  One night, 	he said, "You are my wild
Irish bitch."
	"Yes,  and I like it," she replied.
	"In that case, you are in for a treat.  Turn around."
	She turned so her back was toward him.  He reached
around until he could feel between her legs.
	"Open your legs wider," he instructed.
	When she did so, he inserted one finger, and then two
deep inside.  He used his other hand to fondle her
tits.  She leaned back against him to give him better
access.   She was moaning louder, as he pierced her
slit with his hand.  
	"Climb onto the bed, but stick your rump in the air."
	She did so, slightly afraid of what he would do next.
  He moved her rear end until her pussy was properly
aligned.  He then thrust his prick deep inside.  He
used her shoulders to pull her back onto him.  When he
had set her position, he mauled her tits and pinched
her nipples, while using them as levers to maintain
her pace.   She screamed with agony and pleasure.  
She tried to back into him.   He pulled at her to set
the rhythm.  The position gave her the freedom to move
with him.   Soon they had synchronized their
movements, so they were bouncing in unison.
	"This is best, ever!  Keep going!" she exclaimed.
	He kept banging into her,  releasing her  belly
crunching orgasm.
	"My body is on fire!"  she exclaimed.
	He kept going into her, letting her control the pace.
 She pushed at him again, until another convulsing
orgasm crashed over her.   
	By then he also felt the tension boil over into his
penis.   He pi stoned her rapidly, until his prick
pulsated with rapid bursts of semen.   This set her
off a third time, until she was almost exhausted.   
	He let her fall face down on the bed.  He  then
climbed in next to her until she almost fell asleep. 
Just before she dozed off, she said, "That was the
best ever."
	
	They had many more sessions, some from the front and
some from behind.   But the end of the month was
approaching, and soon he would have to return to
London.  He hinted how she might enjoy England, but
she wanted to make plans to go to America.
	Meghan said, "I loved being with you, but my place is
with my husband.  I stayed with you just to have the
money to go to New York.  My husband may not thrill me
as much as you have, but that is good."	
	"Why is that good?"
	"Because if he had the experience to do that, he
might seek other women.  Even if I came to London, you
will tire of me in a few months and leave me to the
mercy of your other aristocratic friends.  Tell me if
that is not true?"
	"It probably is true," he admitted.
	"My husband is strong and handsome.  He is even more
handsome than you.  With him I have a chance for a
decent life.   We may never be rich, but at least
we'll have our dignity, which is hard for a Catholic
in Ireland."
	He replied, "I understand.  If you don't like
America, you might find a friend in London."
	He gave her enough money for the passage, plus forty
pounds, which came to a lot more than four shillings a
night.  She took a ship from Dublin for New York, just
as he sailed to London.
	Advances in navigation had made sailing safe, but not
comfortable.  A month in a stormy sea, during which
time she often sick, seemed much longer. 
Nevertheless, she made friends with the woman who
shared her bunk.  A few men made advances,  but she
showed her wedding ring, and said she was going to see
her husband, and they all backed off.
	She was not sure how she would find her Tom, and
wondered why he had not sent for her earlier.  In
fact, Tom had spent the summer and fall working on
railroads, and could not communicate.  He got back to
New York just as the winter was setting in.   He often
thought he should send for her, but it would take over
two months for her to receive the money and book
passage.   A full bottle and a warm whore offered more
immediate rewards.
	When she arrived, she easily plugged into the Irish
immigrant community.   A few inquiries had her at dark
saloon, where he was working the bar.
	"Tom, there is a woman here to see you.  She says
she's your wife,"  a man at the door cried out
	Tom was surprised to see her.  "How did you get
here?"  he asked.
	"By ship, you ninny."
	"I meant to send you the money.   How did you pay for
it?"
	"Our landlord, Lord Stephens, was very kind to me."
	Tom wondered whether she was kind to him, but knew
better than to ask.
	They had some dinner, and Tom took her to a room he
rented in the back of the saloon.
	"It's my wife," he called out, because the saloon
also doubled as a brothel, and he did not want any one
mistaking her for a whore.
	When they went to bed, Meghan removed her dress and
sat on the bed in her petticoat.   She reached into
his pants and grabbed his penis.
	"What are you doing?"  he exclaimed.
	"I want to be a proper wife to you.  I don't want you
to leave me ever again."
	With that she pulled off her petticoat, and lay naked
on the bed.  Tom was surprised to see her body.   He
was also pleased that a pretty woman was offering
herself just to him.  He joined her in the bed.   She
opened his trousers, releasing his prick.  They could
hear some of the others in the brothel, which only
made them more excited. 
	"Do it to me.   Do your duty to your wife."  she
urged.
	Tom entered her slowly.  She felt much better than
any whore and better than he remembered.  
	"You feel so good  inside of me,"  she sighed.
	She realized he was not as experienced as Lord
Stephens, but she did not want him to be.     She just
wanted him to be hers.  But she was surprised that his
prick was larger than she had remembered, even larger
than Lord Stephens.   
	"I am glad you came to me."   he said, his passion
rising.  
	They enjoyed each other slowly,  until their passion
built to the top and spilled over.
	After Christmas,  Meghan and Tom bought a farm in
Suffolk County, New York, where they could grow corn
and potatoes.  He was grateful she was there, to look
after him.   Meghan disposed of all his alcohol,
thereby saving him from himself.   By spring she was
pregnant, probably by Lord Stephens, although she
never admitted as such.  Tom knew better than to
inquire about the source of her money or the baby,
although expected Lord Stephens was involved somehow. 
 She named her new son Stephen, after her benefactor. 
He helped her realize that her month in the manor
house meant the start of a new life. 
	
	
	
		
		
	
	
	
	
	
	
	
	
	
	
	
	

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