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We lay awhile, Hannah’s man and I, not doing very much at all physically to each other. I think he had been interested in the tale I told him. About the land agents girl going home without her knickers.

“She very nearly came again when her hubby rang her” I told him, the memory of the moment returning to me quite rosily. I’d parked in the road of a housing estate in order to finish her, quite openly while all sorts of people went by.

“Huh!” Hannah’s man grunted. When I put my head against his I could almost hear what he was thinking.

“Did you take her right to her door?” he asked eventually. “When you took her home I mean”

“She said not to!” I told him “In case her hubby caught sight of the van”

In fact I’d dropped her by a phone box at the top of the road leading to the house where she lived. Reluctantly I have to say for, ordinary as she was as a person, she was nonetheless an enjoyable fuck and, had there been more time we might have done it again.

“……you found her underclothes on the way back, did you?”

“When I was tidying up before locking the van away for the year” I said.

Oft times I’ve forgotten something vital after going through that process and been forced to go back for it. It’s a damned nuisance and upsets all sorts of spells and things. Time settings not the least. This time, stupidly, I’d left a paperback I’d been reading along with that girls little white knickers and, as we lay there, I really wished I had them to show to Hannah’s man.

We kissed loosely for a while, lying on our sides not that close together. I don’t know which of us had the roughest stubble or, all too soon, the sorest lips.

“Did you bring them?” he asked eventually, softly, looking so sad when I shook my head.

“Then may I fetch a pair of Hannah’s instead?” he asked me with forced casualness.

He sat up in the bed suddenly, swung his legs out and turned to look at me his manner coming very close to abjectly appealing, as if it was something he’d considered doing for a long time without ever getting a suitable opportunity. Now here was I, in his bed, with similar fantasies to explore and share with him.

“Would you do that with me?” I asked.

He nodded quickly and in a moment he rose, cock stiffly at attention, bouncing against his belly when he went to the door.

The panties were of a pale blue silken material when he brought them to me, reverentially spread out in his hands. I turned and lay on my back along the bed and allowed him to put them gently over my face.

Strange to relate when I inhaled both my nipples and my cock grew stiffer in an instant. I was drifting in an ocean of overloaded senses deliciously when he began to masturbate me.

“When Hannah comes home we shall enjoy her together……” distantly I heard him saying.

I smelled her crotch, tasted it and knew what she’d be like in reality.

He teased me in a way that only one man to another can, alternating his fingers with his mouth, his tongue tip with his fingertip, teeth to nails sensing and knowing until I became the most deliriously elevated of beings. In full colour I recalled the time some days ago when I’d made myself cum so wildly after my first encounter with Hannah.

“Lie still!” he commanded when, feeling the urge I reached blindly for him.

I wanted to hold onto something but he would not let me.

“Still!” he repeated, reshaping with his fingers the blue material closer across my nose and mouth.

I wanted to bite, to eat, to impale to……to devour.

But he would not let me.

“Breathe deeply in the scent of her!” he said “Close your eyes and breathe deeply……”

I enjoyed Hannah’s body then as completely as I would have had she been there in the flesh, while her man, with all the guile and skills of the Lady’s teaching drew from me a most astounding orgasm.

……………

I heard their voices later, through languor’s curtains distantly, considering them at first to be little more than a variation upon my already vivid dreams. Her taste lingered on my lips where no silk or satin remained but the bed beside me, though still warmly rumpled now lay empty.

Perhaps it really was all a dream, so still I lay.

……………

I heard their voices again soon after, further, nearer, in stage whispers. Then the bed moved, creaking as a body climbed upon it and I felt the press of some limbs on either side of me.

He must have filled her before she came to me for in that first moment when she pressed herself unerringly I drank in juices from the pair of them and became once more castaway deliriously in an ocean of scents and senses.

“Now you can taste her properly!” I heard him say.

“Taste both of us!” Hannah corrected, sitting deeper.

……………

I had a year, all but a few days and the clock ticked on inexorably. I was safe with Hannah and with Hannah’s man and with the few friends they brought home with them from time to time. Whether I was a prisoner in their house is another matter. If I was then I am sure it is for my own safety.

I have my own rooms in the house, high up under the roof with windows and a servant, Lise, a deaf and dumb girl by all accounts, slight of build and oh Sweethearts, a deaf mute she may be but she has signs sufficient from her teaching.

Yesterday I played with her all morning and she, docile and compliant signed no protested about anything. And when, hard pressed to recall some of the more intricate signs, I bade her remain naked while she cleaned my rooms she did so with no murmur of protest, bending and stretching in such a way as to display her body in a most pleasing manner to me.

Hannah appeared at lunch time, bearing news both good and bad. It seemed the verdict of death by drowning had gone in my favour, so far as Thomas the Tailor was concerned anyway.

“But you may recall” she said, pinching the servant girls buttocks lightly “Those twins with which you came to be closely acquainted?”

The girls squirmed but made no attempt to move away.

“I recall their faces, their bodies” I agreed, “though I know not their names……”

“You have not taken her yet?” Hannah enquired, her right hand probing the servant girls crotch exploratively.

“Not……not actual intercourse no……” I admitted.

“Why ever not?” Hannah asked interestedly.

“I……”

Shamefacedly I had to admit to having forgotten the signs.

“Damn the signs!” Hannah laughed “Take her anyway! She has been expecting you to ever since I sent her here!”

“I did not like to take advantage……” I began again.

“Of what?” Hannah asked “Of our servants? Of our hospitality?”

The servant girl gazed at me pointedly when I nodded bleakly.

“By all the stars!” Hannah said “You are a rum one! You find no hesitation in enjoying the master and the mistress of the house yet at the same time you baulk at enjoying their servants!”

“Well I have played with her!” I said “I just haven’t got round to fucking her yet!”

“Then do it now!” Hannah suggested forcibly, “while I relate to you the saga of those unlucky twins”

She signed the girl rapidly, finger and thumb, once twice, thrice, all on the same hand. Three, seven and eleven, I recognised there.

The girl grinned broadly and walked over to the bed.

Suddenly, inexplicably the idea of performing, virtually on demand, to an audience, stalled me. I’d been relatively hard before Hannah walked in, now, after our little altercation I’d returned to a shrunken bit of limp skin.

Across the end of my bed the servant girl arranged herself expectantly, her legs spread apart as broadly as her anatomy permitted. Unselfconsciously she licked a couple of fingers and, with a slow deliberation she began to play with herself.

Slim to the point of bonyness she might have been, indeed her breasts all but disappeared when she lay on her back, though between her legs she was surprisingly well fleshed. I’d been surprised at this when I’d groped her earlier, finding her more than a little meaty down there. Now as I watched and remembered she spread herself, stretching with her fingers so as to expose her shiny pink interior to me.

Sweethearts! How can such things I tell you, for fear you may think only ill of me? As my servant lay there wanting and waiting I desired not her body but Hannah’s in which to dip my wick, for even as I stood there I could smell her, almost taste her, almost feel the crinkly dewdropped deliciousness of her lips.

I moved slowly when I began to rise, cautiously for fear of losing it, looking not at my servant’s crotch so much as dreaming of Hannah’s. Time slowed and the girls fingers were stilled, lying like a pale butterfly in the fold of her thighs.

Hannah recognised my predicament of course. How could she not, standing as she was, and eagerly, between the girl and I by less than a pace.

I knew what she would do without even thinking, hoped that is, wished more than anything. Then with a single fluid movement she reached and scooped and brought, with her fingers lovingly, the sweetest taste of herself to my lips.

Something more than scents and tastes passed between us in that moment, the same unspoken, unknown communication which had so smitten me the first time we’d met. Aroused fully and instantly I stepped up to the girl and, without hesitation sheathed my sword with the greatest of ease.

Hannah came closely up to us, her skirt brushing like coarse sandpaper against my skin. Rapturously she gazed at us, at the place where her servant and I were joined together, and if something passed to bring on so massive an erection then so did something similar pass between the two of them.

The servant girl received me excitedly, her eyes widening to match the other end of her, her mouth shaping a perfect ‘O’ from which immediately came forth a series of short gasps while Hannah, moving closer still, reached for and began to fondle her little tits.

All the potential was there and each of us in our own way made the best of it. I found the servant girls hand already there when I fumbled to grope Hannah’s crotch but neither so much as blinked when I slipped one finger in anyway.

Flavours and aromas became more than a little mixed after that, some bittersweet, some plain, some plainly delicious. Grunting the girl coaxed me and encouragingly Hannah, her hands everywhere, whispered suggestively in my ear. When I came it was something more than just me doing it, more of a joint effort than anything.

……………

The girl sloped off for a shower soon after, leaving several splashes of something sticky on the floor.

“Look at that!” I commented merrily “She’s supposed to have tidied up in here!”

Hannah laughed, knowing I was joking before looking at me with a somewhat more serious air.

“Lise is one of my husband’s favourites” she told me “For her skills and her enthusiasm and yet I sensed, nay I know, you did not much like her. Why so. Can you tell me?”

“I’d have fancied her more had her breasts been bigger!” I said.

Hannah thought for a moment.

“Ah, that is one of the things my husband finds appealing about her, but then, he is he and you are nothing like him”

Distantly I heard the girl in question singing lustily in the shower and for a moment I wanted to go and apologise to her.

“Sorry…...” I began, looking at Hannah.

“It is of no consequence and she will think nothing of it” Hannah told me “She has, after all, done what was expected of her”

“I feel as if……” I tried again but Hannah silenced me. And truth to tell, more than anything I felt like having a good long sleep. I ached inside from the forces of my cumming and my knob was sore where the girl’s muscles had grasped me. And yet, as she sang in the shower I felt abjectly apologetic and mean.

……………

I saw no more of the girl after that. Where she went or what she did I have no knowledge. Except that Hannah, having omitted to tell me the rest of the story, returned to my rooms the very next day.

The twins are threatening to sue!” she informed me “For breach of promise, so they both say. At the moment it is little more than a standing joke in all the taverns”

“I promised them nothing!” I stated bluntly. “Nothing! Why I know not even the shape of their names!”

“Let us leave it there” Hannah said “No good will come to us by way of speculation and people soon lose interest, even in scandal. No, let us leave it there”

“Nothing would please me more!” I said.

Hannah laughed shortly.

“Here is something that will!” she said “A new servant girl for you! Anya by name, who is plump and whose breasts are, well shall we say, rather large”

For a moment I couldn’t think what to say.

“Lise sang your praises, now she is raring to meet you”

“Large?” I asked breathlessly.

“Huge!” Hannah smirked. “Large enough for you to be going on with. She tastes of apples apparently and if you like fruit there is a slim young peach of a man to come with her, as a contrast”

For a moment I found no words to say.

“And last of all” Hannah informed me, her eyes a’twinkle, “a house of your own to live in, with it’s own land and everything, so you can do just as you like!”

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