I came dwelling around seven of the clock that fateful even following a brisken canter around my landed estate. The sun was setting over the far skyline like a glowing orb on that warm outflow eve. I handed the reins of my steed to my ostler and made my way indoors seeking my dinner.

Cook was waddling around as was her her wont, her pendulous bosoms swaying and copious behind wobbling. My thoughts turned to a unfrequented eventide. She sensed my mood.

"expression I ent sucking your nob,"she insisted,"No criminal offence but I be a 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 accept 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 cobbler's last thing her needs is your brat."

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

"You needs a married woman 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 stoppage you wanting your nob sucked though do it ?"she came back."You find a decent wench and woo her, if you want's my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent brusque of a Tanzanian shilling, there's lots of bird would jump at chance."

"Really ? Here ? XX 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 support bridge player compel-ment when you says it like that,"she agreed and she waddled off to dish up up my dinner. I sat down for a moment. I knew good well that come bedtime Captain Cook would soften,"I spose I better have a suck or you won't get no rest and be like a sore with a unfinished head in morning."she usually opined, between veritable disappearances to check on her baking.

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

"Disease, cook, Disease."I explained.

"Then get a pure ‘ un, some dame fell on heavy times,"she suggested.

"Oh wonderful, shall I advertize in the Harrogate time, ‘ Whore required, case fallen madam,"I enquired.

"Don't be a dolt, advertise for a Governess !"she suggested.

"right field some priggish virginal impoverished young woman,"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 safe bet will be to have you wee her an offer see ?"

"Cook you have a nasty devious head,"I agreed,"I shall write the advertisment forthwith."

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for individual gentleman situate in a subdued country the three estates, would fit a well educated gentlewoman of tender years. please apply ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following morn with the carter for delivery to the Flying Equus caballus to grab the C. W. Post coach to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with response, despite two visits to the mail service sign of the zodiac in Harrogate to check for replies but then my portion 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 humble dwelling house was arranged.

She arrived on Monday forenoon, a slender person riding in a two wheel trap with the Blacksmiths'lad from Froxby. A slender damsel as far removed from from James Cook sizable personage as one might imagine.

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

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

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

"But my cup of tea,"she protested.

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

"Are you always that rude ?"she asked.

I went to obtain 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 labor was done and he swung up into the pushcart and cracked the reins and wheeled away.

I took Miss Fortesque inside,"How do you like my abase abode ?"I asked.

"The prospect are stunning,"she agreed,"But I have seen little of the house."

I showed her into the field,"Please take a hindquarters. May I take your hat and coating ?"I asked as the hotness from the coal flaming blazing in the hearth struck us.

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

"Have no veneration,"I said as I gently took the shadow grayness coating from her shoulders and hung it on the stand together with her broad brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the minor unsloped cane chair.

With her coat removed a cleanse though worm grey clothes was revealed, together with modest cleavage. Medium length nut brown whisker, a slender neck. My member stirred.

I slid the door taking into custody, she looked alarm,"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 move. I stood behind her hot seat and hurtle my script down her segmentation spreading her dress and releasing her modest mounds.

"No, break !"she protested and she fell sideways as the chair toppled. I held her and bust the dress wide as she fell.

"Dear god no !"she wailed but my thumb were in her underskirt and underthings pressing them down to bring out her virtually buck private place. Soft pinko, yielding with just a light covering of nut browned down.

"My apology,"I explained,"But colligation is not readily achieved in such lonely places as this, so I had to resort to subterfuge. Just lay back and think of the aureole of old England."I counselled.

"Unhand me !"she cried and she fought me even as I undid my belt. I managed to give up off my boots and drop my knickerbockers she tried fought to free herself and to pull up her skirts to cut across herself.

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

"Lie back you foolish dame,"I ordered and I forced her pegleg apart with my knee as a predecessor to entering her.

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

I must have passed out.

"Sir John ?"a distant phonation enquired."Sir privy ?"

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

Miss Foresque was beside me, my fount was soaking wet, flowers were strewn across the flag Oliver Stone, an vacuous vase discarded.

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

"Dear god my head, my member, where are my knee pants ?"I demanded.

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

Her dress had fallen away from her thorax showing her small but perfectly make breasts,"Oh ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Marriage,"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 indigent dame such as myself does not get an offer from a Lord 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 please you as our chambermaid 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 line up her location a number of times but finally she was poised above my unbending pole. Slowly she sank down, the soft moist lips of her womb gently engulfed my member and with but a undivided stifled cry she slipped the last-place few inches until entirely sheathed and then started rocking back and forth.

"Do I please you ?"she asked.

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

"goodness,"she agreed,"For I find your terminal most agreeable."

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

My balls were churning,"Time to back away 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 Adam. And then it was done.

We both in disarray, her apparel torn, my breeches discarded.

"Now you may snog me,"she admitted,"And next clip ask leave to get on 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 fall. She walked to the windowpane,"How far does your estate of the realm stretch ?"she asked.

"Why, to the brushwood atop the hill, and beyond the quoin of the vale side,"I explained.

"It is authoritative for a woman to understand what her son shall inherit,"she admitted,"I do believe if I rest my elbow on the window cill you might pleasure me as begetter pleasures the scullery maiden when she bends over the sink."

"Do you expend every waking hour watching your Fatherhood fornicate ?"I asked.

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

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

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

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

"No, I will serve up you, have no fear,"I asserted as I approached her, my phallus rigid in my bridge player once again.

Her quim was still dampish. I teased her with the tip of my pole against her slot and then oh so gently eased inside her."That is most accordant,"she agreed,"Most agreeable !"

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

I could no more block off than fly to the moon. Her face reflected in the window glass was a vision of pleasure, beads of sweating glistened on her forehead. I rested my brain on her shouder between thrusts trying to prolong the pleasure but the forces of nature could not be restrained and soon my formal expelled a surging tide of cream to boom into all her to the highest degree clandestine parts and seek to fertilise her.

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

I waited a instant and withdrew,"I own it must be nigh on dinner party time,"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 stick it,"she said,"You wan't to see out little girl you'll be caught you mark my words."

"Cook Miss Fortesque has consented to be my wife,"I said proudly.

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

"She will share my bed not lease over your kitchen,"I explained.

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

young lady Fortesque came to the rescue, still with parts displayed she held up her dainty clenched fist,"momma used to experience a servant girl pleasure her when Papa was away, her fist was much the same size as mine."

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

"Captain Cook get the Dinner, whether my angel sticks her clenched fist in your admittedly cavernous uterus is not a issue of the greatest urgency,"I opined.

"Not to you mebbe, but I sin you two a fuckin and I'm all hot and trouble oneself now."cook insisted.

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

cook sat on the wooden chair instead,"I ent having no,"she said as young lady Fortesque pushed Cooks articulatio genus astray and squeeze her dainty fist up under Cooks smock.

I could not see Miss Fortesque's fist slide into Cooks innards, but Cooks center were wide as dish aerial 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 junction while reflecting it would indeed be a incentive and I mused if fille Fortesque could satisfy James Cook with her fist, then maybe she coud satisfy Thomas Young Bessie as well and fend off her falling from an unwise union with an groom, gardener or some such.

I retrieved the roast leg of pork from the range oven, found the veg and plated up a with child percentage for myself and a smaller one for fille Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone insensate by the fourth dimension she finished pleasuring Cook but that as they say is another story .