I came home around seven of the clock that calamitous evening following a brisk canter around my estate. The sun was setting over the far celestial horizon like a glowing orb on that warm up bounce evening. I handed the reins of my steed to my ostler and made my way indoors seeking my dinner.

Captain Cook was waddling around as was her her wont, her pendulous embrace swaying and copious rear wobbling. My persuasion turned to a lonely even. She sensed my mood.

"Look I ent sucking your nob,"she insisted,"No offence but I be a Captain Cook not a blinkin'‘ ore."

I hadn't even thought of asking her."Nor fucking me before you ask."she ranted on,"I ent that old. I might still get caught."

"I'll just have my dinner then if you please,"I ventured.

"And you leave poor Bessie alone and all."Cook continued,"poor people girl. She ‘ ent quite the ticket and the last thing her penury is your brat."

"Yes very well cook I will gestate that in mind."I agreed.

"You needs a wife that's what you needs,"she pointed out rather unnecessarily,"You ‘ ent no batchelor and that's a fact."

"Yes thank you cook, when I need your advice I will ask for it."I advised.

"Don't point you wanting your nob sucked though do it ?"she came back."You find a nice wench and woo her, if you want's my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent unforesightful of a Ugandan shilling, there's circle of wenches would chute at chance."

"Really ? Here ? Twenty miles from civlisation ?"I queried.

"There's the vicar's daughter."she said.

"Dear god she's fatter than you, and uglier,"I pointed out.

"I spose it be a back hand compel-ment when you says it like that,"she agreed and she waddled off to dish up my dinner. I sat down for a minute. I knew full well that come bedtime Cook would relent,"I spose I better have a sucking or you won't get no sleep and be like a sore with a unsheathed capitulum in morning."she usually opined, between even fade to train on her baking.

Some time later she came to line up me,"Why don't you buy an ‘ ore ?"she asked.

"Disease, Captain James Cook, Disease."I explained.

"Then get a pure ‘ un, some gentlewoman fell on hard meter,"she suggested.

"Oh wonderful, shall I advertise in the Harrogate multiplication, ‘ lady of pleasure required, suit fallen lady,"I enquired.

"Don't be a pudden-head, advertise for a Governess !"she suggested.

"Right some prim virginal impoverished girl,"I sighed.

"What's her going to do if you takes her eh ?"she asked,"William Tell her mommy ? I don't think so, her topper bet will be to birth you make her an fling see ?"

"Cook you have a foul devious psyche,"I agreed,"I shall write the advertisment forthwith."

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for I man situate in a subdued body politic landed estate, would suit a well educated gentlewoman of attender years. Please put on ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following break of the day with the carter for delivery to the Flying buck to catch the post four-in-hand to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with responses, despite two sojourn to the military post house in Harrogate to check for response but then my circumstances changed. Not one but three respondents. Fortunately each gave her age so with application of a modicum of logic the elder two were put aside and Miss Fortesque was selected and an invitation to an interview at my low abode was arranged.

She arrived on Monday morn, a slender individual riding in a two wheel snare with the Blacksmiths'lad from Froxby. A slender damsel as far removed from from Captain James Cook ample important person as one might imagine.

"fille Fortesque,"I greeted her, as I heard the clatter of their reaching over the sett stones."You found us then."

"Indeed though I own I thought at one stage we shoud fall over the edge of the Earth,"she admitted,"I have never been so frightened in my life."

"Ah Aimscott scar, not for the swoon hearted !"I agreed,"But come on in, ship the cart away for now and I shall send out the lad to retrieve it when we are done."

"But my bags,"she protested.

"I shall get the boy to help you with them,"I said and ordered the Blacksmiths Lad,"Boy, baggage, inside, now, chopper, chop."

"Are you always that rude ?"she asked.

I went to oblige the horses head."Yes, concise and to the point I am afraid,"I admittted.

The lad scuttled to and fro with a copious measure of baggage and then finally the task was done and he swung up into the cart and cracked the reins and wheeled away.

I took young lady Fortesque inside,"How do you like my lowly habitation ?"I asked.

"The horizon are stunning,"she agreed,"But I have seen piddling of the house."

I showed her into the subject field,"Please take a ass. May I take your hat and coat ?"I asked as the heat from the coal blast blazing in the open fireplace run into us.

"Yes, I suppose,"she said nervously,"I thought, er, I didn't expect to be interviewed by you alone."

"Have no fear,"I said as I gently took the dark Charles Grey coat from her shoulders and hung it on the stand together with her wide brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the small upright piano cane chair.

With her coat removed a scavenge though worm grey dress was revealed, together with pocket-size cleavage. Medium length nut Brown hair, a slender neck. My member stirred.

I slid the threshold catch, she looked appall,"What are you doing ?"she demanded.

"Oh I just don't want us to be disturbed,"I said and I walked behind her and made my motility. I stood behind her chair and thrust my manus down her cleavage spreading her apparel and releasing her modest mounds.

"No, discontinue !"she protested and she fell sideways as the chair toppled. I held her and tore the dress wide of the mark as she fell.

"Dear god no !"she wailed but my ovolo were in her underskirt and underthings pressing them down to bring out her most private place. Soft pink, yielding with just a short covering of nut brown down.

"My excuse,"I explained,"But concurrence is not readily achieved in such lonely lieu as this, so I had to resort to subterfuge. Just lay back and think of the glory of old England."I counselled.

"Unhand me !"she cried and she fought me even as I undid my belt. I managed to kick off my boots and drop my breeches she tried fought to justify herself and to pull up her skirts to cover herself.

It was hopeless I was vastly stronger and larger than her and her elbow grease were quite ineffective.

"Lie back you foolish wench,"I ordered and I forced her legs apart with my human knee as a precursor to entering her.

Suddenly my member exploded in a cataclysm of agony, somehow she had contrived to thrust her articulatio genus right hand into my rampant pole and even as I doubled in agony she smashed her other knee into my jaw bone.

I must ingest passed out.

"Sir John ?"a distant voice enquired."Sir John ?"

"My head,"I complained,"My jaw. My appendage, What happened ?"

fille Foresque was beside me, my typeface was soaking wet, flowers were strewn across the flag Edward Durell Stone, an vacuous vase discarded.

"You fell Sir trick, I only meant to push you away,"she admitted.

"dear god my head, my member, where are my breech ?"I demanded.

"You tried to violate me,"she explained,"But you hit your head."

Her dress had fallen away from her chest showing her diminished but perfectly take form breast,"Oh ?"

"You tricked me into coming here, you have no child do you ?"she challenged.

"No, no I don't, nor a wife nor have I had,"I admitted, as I sat up my head throbbing."It is lonely here, I have needs, manly needs, I need a whore, but not a diseased whore, a lady to rail as my whore."

"So you saw me as a whore did you, to use and cast aside like an old stocking ?"she queried.

"No, yes, sort of,"I agreed.

"And what do you bid,"she enquired,"slavery or is it to be a modest remuneration until I fall for a shaver and then the workhouse ?"

"spousal relationship,"I suggested,"If we suit."

"Then we have an accord,"she agreed,"Shall I lay for you now or wait until this evening ?"

"Excuse me ?"I exclaimed.

"An destitute gentlewoman such as myself does not get an offer from a Maker every day so I accept,"she agreed,"Shall we consort here or in your bed ?"

"I own I am nonplussed,"I explained.

"Oh very well, lie back and I shall delight you as our chambermaids were wont to do to father,"she explained.

I lay back and stared at the celing as she came forward, straddled me and began to sink down towards my member. She had to correct her perspective a act of times but finally she was poised above my stiff pole. Slowly she sank down, the soft moist sass of her womb gently engulfed my member and with but a I stifled cry she slipped the finally few inch until entirely sheathed and then started rocking back and forth.

"Do I please you ?"she asked.

"Please me ?"I agreed,"I am in heaven."

"trade good,"she agreed,"For I find your rod most agreeable."

I went to sit up to kiss her, but she shook her promontory,"Later."

My balls were churning,"metre to draw off I believe,"I announced.

"No, please, not yet, tis too soon,"she replied but all at once my seed erupted wthin her."Oh good lord I am transported, oooohhhh."she gurgled in her ecstasy. And then it was done.

We both in disarray, her dress torn, my rear of tube discarded.

"Now you may kiss me,"she admitted,"And adjacent time ask leave to mount me."

"I shall mount you when and where I please,"I countered.

"When we are lawfully wed perhaps but until then beware."she warned. She stood up letting her wearing apparel spill. She walked to the window,"How far does your estate stretch ?"she asked.

"Why, to the thicket atop the Hill, and beyond the turning point of the vale slope,"I explained.

"It is important for a woman to understand what her son shall inherit,"she admitted,"I do think if I rest my elbows on the window cill you might pleasure me as Church Father pleasures the scullery amah when she bends over the sink."

"Do you spend every waking hour watching your father fornicate ?"I asked.

"Of course not,"she insisted,"My brothers do it far more frequently, its so unfair that they may consort freely and I might not for fear of falling for a child."

My mind reeled, she looked turn at me as she rested with her elbows on the wide window cill and her bum pleasantly deported and displayed,"So shall you ride me ?"she asked.

"Why yes, but pray give me a moment to recover,"I replied.

She wriggled her buttocks delightfully,"Oh well if you can not oblige I shall essay an Ostler or gardener or some such to function me."

"No, I will do you, have no fear,"I asserted as I approached her, my extremity rigid in my hand once again.

Her quim was still moist. I teased her with the tip of my perch against her slot and then oh so gently alleviated inside her."That is most concordant,"she agreed,"most accordant !"

I grasped her breasts and pulled her firmly towards me pressing my extremity even further inside her,"Oh my lord, oh that is heavenly,"she gasped,"Don't stop."

I could no more stop than fly to the moon. Her face reflected in the window glass was a vision of pleasure, beads of sudation glistened on her forehead. I rested my head on her shouder between jab trying to prolong the pleasure but the violence of nature could not be restrained and soon my balls expelled a surging tide of emollient to nail into all her well-nigh mystic character and seek to inseminate her.

"Ohhhhh,"she gurgled as her blast were thoroughly and entirely quenched.

I waited a moment and withdrew,"I own it must be close on dinner party meter,"I opined,"Cook !"I shouted.

"I ent sucking your nob,"Cook insisted when she waddled in and she exclaimed,"Oh, oh I see you found somewhere else to nonplus it,"she said,"You wan't to watch out girl you'll be caught you mark my words."

"James Cook Miss Fortesque has consented to be my married woman,"I said proudly.

"Its all right for you, what about me ?"Captain James Cook asked,"Where am I going to get another job at my age ?"

"She will percentage my bed not take over your kitchen,"I explained.

"But I likes a fuck now'n again,"Cook said sullenly.

young woman Fortesque came to the delivery, still with parts displayed she held up her goody clenched fist,"Mama used to receive a retainer missy delight her when pop was away, her fist was much the same size as mine."

"You ent sticking no fist up my goose,"James Cook said defensively,"What ever next."

"Cook get the dinner, whether my angel sticks her fist in your admittedly cavernous womb is not a topic of the not bad urgency,"I opined.

"Not to you mebbe, but I sin you two a fuckin and I'm all hot and bothered now."Captain Cook insisted.

"Sit on the windowpane cill and let us see what we can do,"Miss Fortesque suggested.

Captain Cook sat on the wooden chair instead,"I ent having no,"she said as Miss Fortesque pushed Cooks genu wide and thrust her dainty fist up under Captain Cook smock.

I could not see Miss Fortesque's fist microscope slide into Cooks innards, but Cook optic were wide as dish antenna and she gasped at the intrusion,"Ohhhh !"

I stared in foiling,"Oh hang the both of you, I'll get my own Dinner,"I snapped and I left them to their conjunction while reflecting it would indeed be a bonus and I mused if Miss Fortesque could gratify Captain James Cook with her clenched fist, then maybe she coud satisfy young Bessie as well and obviate her falling from an unwise unification with an Ostler, Gardener or some such.

I retrieved the joint leg of porc from the chain oven, found the vegetables and plated up a big lot for myself and a low one for Miss Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone frigidity by the time she finished pleasuring Cook but that as they say is another write up .