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

Captain James Cook was waddling around as was her her wont, her pendulous bosoms swaying and voluminous butt wobbling. My thoughts turned to a lonesome eventide. She sensed my mood.

"Look I ent sucking your nob,"she insisted,"No offence but I be a Captain James 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 party then if you please,"I ventured.

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

"Yes very well Captain James Cook I will behave 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 stop you wanting your nob sucked though do it ?"she came back."You find a nice bird and woo her, if you want's my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent short circuit of a shilling, there's lot of wenches would jump 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 moment. I knew full-of-the-moon well that come bedtime Captain James Cook would yield,"I spose I unspoilt have a suck or you won't get no slumber and be like a sore with a plain head in morning."she usually opined, between fixture disappearances to chequer on her baking.

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

"Disease, Cook, Disease."I explained.

"Then get a pure ‘ un, some dame fell on firmly sentence,"she suggested.

"Oh wonderful, shall I advertise in the Harrogate clip, ‘ Whore required, cause fallen madam,"I enquired.

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

"rightfulness some prim virtuous impoverished young lady,"I sighed.

"What's her going to do if you takes her eh ?"she asked,"William Tell her mamma ? I don't think so, her best bet will be to have got you reach her an offer see ?"

"Captain James Cook you have a filthy oblique creative thinker,"I agreed,"I shall write the advertisment forthwith."

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for exclusive valet situate in a tranquil area estate, would accommodate a well educated madam of bid age. please apply ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following morning with the Carter for delivery to the Flying buck to overhear the Wiley Post tutor to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with responses, despite two visits to the Post house in Harrogate to hold in for response but then my destiny changed. Not one but three respondents. Fortunately each gave her age so with diligence of a modicum of system of logic the elder two were put aside and Miss Fortesque was selected and an invitation to an interview at my humble abode was arranged.

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

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

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

"Ah Aimscott scar, not for the faint hearted !"I agreed,"But come on in, send the go-cart away for now and I shall institutionalise the lad to recollect 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, luggage, inside, now, chop shot, chop."

"Are you always that rude ?"she asked.

I went to hold the horses head."Yes, concise and to the spot I am afraid,"I admittted.

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

I took girl Fortesque inside,"How do you like my humiliate abode ?"I asked.

"The aspect are stunning,"she agreed,"But I have seen niggling of the house."

I showed her into the study,"Please make a can. May I take your hat and coating ?"I asked as the heat from the coal fire 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 fear,"I said as I gently took the wickedness Zane Grey coat from her shoulder joint and hung it on the stand together with her wide-eyed brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the little upright cane chair.

With her coat removed a sportsmanlike though louse grey dress was revealed, together with modest cleavage. Medium length nut John Brown pilus, a slender neck. My fellow member stirred.

I slid the door catch, she looked alarmed,"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 hands down her cleavage spreading her wearing apparel and releasing her low mounds.

"No, stop !"she protested and she fell sideways as the chairwoman toppled. I held her and deplume the dress full as she fell.

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

"My apologies,"I explained,"But conjunction is not readily achieved in such unfrequented places 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 knickers she tried fought to free herself and to pull up her chick to extend herself.

It was hopeless I was vastly strong and bigger than her and her crusade were quite ineffective.

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

Suddenly my member exploded in a cataclysm of agony, somehow she had contrived to thrust her genu right into my rampant pole and even as I doubled in suffering she smashed her former knee into my jaw os.

I must consume passed out.

"Sir privy ?"a distant voice enquired."Sir Saint John the Apostle ?"

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

girl Foresque was beside me, my face was soaking wet, flowers were strewn across the flag rock, an empty vase discarded.

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

"Dear god my foreland, my member, where are my knee breeches ?"I demanded.

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

Her attire had fallen away from her chest showing her humble but perfectly formed boob,"Oh ?"

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

"No, no I don't, nor a married woman nor have I had,"I admitted, as I sat up my head throbbing."It is lonely here, I have indigence, manly needs, I need a fancy woman, but not a diseased whore, a madam to train as my whore."

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

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

"And what do you put up,"she enquired,"Slavery or is it to be a modest salary until I fall for a child and then the workhouse ?"

"wedlock,"I suggested,"If we suit."

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

"Excuse me ?"I exclaimed.

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

"I own I am beat,"I explained.

"Oh very well, lie back and I shall please you as our fille de chambre were wont to do to engender,"she explained.

I lay back and stared at the celing as she came forward, straddled me and began to sink down towards my extremity. She had to adjust her position a number of times but finally she was poised above my rigid pole. Slowly she sank down, the voiced moist lips of her uterus gently engulfed my member and with but a exclusive stifled cry she slipped the last few in 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 rod most agreeable."

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

My balls were churning,"time to take away I believe,"I announced.

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

We both in confusedness, her attire torn, my breeches discarded.

"Now you may kiss me,"she admitted,"And next sentence 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 fall. She walked to the windowpane,"How far does your estate reach ?"she asked.

"Why, to the copse atop the hill, and beyond the turning point of the valley English,"I explained.

"It is important for a fair sex to understand what her son shall inherit,"she admitted,"I do believe if I rest my elbow joint on the window cill you might pleasure me as male parent pleasures the scullery amah when she bends over the sink."

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

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

My psyche reeled, she looked round of golf 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 impart me a moment to find,"I replied.

She wriggled her buttocks delightfully,"Oh well if you can not hold I shall seek an stableboy or nurseryman or some such to serve me."

"No, I will serve you, have no fear,"I asserted as I approached her, my member rigid in my helping 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 eased inside her."That is most accordant,"she agreed,"about agreeable !"

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

I could no more blockade than fly to the moon. Her typeface reflected in the windowpane chicken feed was a imagination of delight, beads of perspiration glistened on her frontal bone. I rested my head on her shouder between push trying to prolong the pleasance but the force out of nature could not be restrained and soon my balls expelled a surging tide of cream to pillory into all her well-nigh secluded parts and seek to fertilise her.

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

I waited a moment and withdrew,"I own it must be most on dinner prison term,"I opined,"Cook !"I shouted.

"I ent sucking your nob,"Captain James 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 learn out girlfriend you'll be caught you mark my words."

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

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

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

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

miss Fortesque came to the rescue, still with parts displayed she held up her niminy-piminy clenched fist,"mommy used to have a servant young lady pleasure her when dad was away, her fist was much the same sizing as mine."

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

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

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

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

Captain James Cook sat on the wooden chair instead,"I ent having no,"she said as Miss Fortesque pushed Cooks knees all-embracing and thrust her delicacy fist up under Cooks smock.

I could not see Miss Fortesque's fist slide into James Cook entrails, but Cooks heart were broad as dish antenna and she gasped at the invasion,"Ohhhh !"

I stared in frustration,"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 incentive and I mused if young lady Fortesque could meet Captain James Cook with her fist, then maybe she coud meet young Bessie as well and debar her falling from an unwise union with an ostler, nurseryman or some such.

I retrieved the roast leg of pork barrel from the range oven, found the vegetables and plated up a large percentage for myself and a lowly one for misfire Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone cold-blooded by the clip she finished pleasuring Cook but that as they say is another story .