I came home around seven of the clock that fateful evening following a refreshing canter around my acres. The sun was setting over the far celestial horizon like a glowing orb on that warm spring evening. I handed the reins of my steed to my groom and made my way indoors seeking my dinner.

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

"Look I ent sucking your nob,"she insisted,"No discourtesy 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 misfortunate Bessie alone and all."Captain James Cook continued,"Poor girl. She ‘ ent quite the ticket and the net thing her needs is your brat."

"Yes very well James Cook I will bear 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 layover 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 little of a shilling, there's lots of chick would jump at chance."

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

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

"Dear god she's juicy 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 well that come bedtime James Cook would relent,"I spose I skillful have a suck or you won't get no slumber and be like a sore with a bare head in morning."she usually opined, between fixture disappearance to check on her baking.

Some time 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 gentlewoman fell on hard metre,"she suggested.

"Oh wonderful, shall I publicise in the Harrogate times, ‘ fancy woman required, suit of clothes fallen gentlewoman,"I enquired.

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

"rightfulness some square-toed 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 advantageously bet will be to have you make her an go see ?"

"James Cook you have a nasty circuitous idea,"I agreed,"I shall write the advertisment forthwith."

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for single valet de chambre situate in a quiet commonwealth estate, would become a well educated gentlewoman of tender years. delight employ ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following dawn with the carter for delivery to the Flying Horse to enchant the station coach to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with reply, despite two visits to the post house in Harrogate to check over for replies but then my luck changed. Not one but three respondent. Fortunately each gave her age so with application 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 home was arranged.

She arrived on Mon forenoon, a slender person riding in a two wheel trap with the Blacksmiths'lad from Froxby. A slender demoiselle as far removed from from cook ample personage as one might imagine.

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

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

"Ah Aimscott scrape, not for the faint hearted !"I agreed,"But come on in, ship the pushcart away for now and I shall transport the lad to return it when we are done."

"But my grip,"she protested.

"I shall get the boy to avail 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 hold the horse head."Yes, concise and to the decimal point I am afraid,"I admittted.

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

I took Miss Fortesque inside,"How do you like my humble domicile ?"I asked.

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

I showed her into the subject area,"Please get a bum. May I take your hat and coat ?"I asked as the oestrus from the ember blast blazing in the hearth assume us.

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

"Have no concern,"I said as I gently took the dark grey coat from her shoulders and hung it on the bandstand together with her widely brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the minor upright cane chair.

With her coat removed a clean though louse Second Earl Grey frock was revealed, together with mild cleavage. Medium length nut browned pilus, a slender neck. My extremity stirred.

I slid the room access stop, 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 hot seat and hurtle my hands down her cleavage spreading her dress and releasing her modest mounds.

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

"Dear god no !"she wailed but my thumbs were in her half-slip and underthings pressing them down to give away her most private place. lenient pink, yielding with just a light application of nut brown down.

"My apologia,"I explained,"But alignment is not readily achieved in such unfrequented 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 kick off my boots and throw my breeches she tried fought to free herself and to pull up her skirts to pass over herself.

It was hopeless I was vastly strong and big than her and her attempt were quite ineffective.

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

Suddenly my member exploded in a cataclysm of excruciation, somehow she had contrived to thrust her knee rightfield into my rampant pole and even as I doubled in torture she smashed her other knee into my jaw pearl.

I must have passed out.

"Sir John Lackland ?"a distant voice enquired."Sir St. John the Apostle ?"

"My headway,"I complained,"My jaw. My phallus, What happened ?"

misfire Foresque was beside me, my expression was soaking wet, flower were strew across the flag stones, an void vase discarded.

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

"Dear god my pass, my penis, where are my breeches ?"I demanded.

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

Her dress had fallen away from her chest showing her diminished but perfectly mould bosom,"Oh ?"

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

"No, no I don't, nor a married woman nor have I had,"I admitted, as I sat up my question throbbing."It is lonely here, I have pauperism, manly needs, I need a bawd, but not a diseased sporting lady, a gentlewoman to take aim as my whore."

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

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

"And what do you offer,"she enquired,"thraldom or is it to be a modest earnings 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 hold off until this even ?"

"Excuse me ?"I exclaimed.

"An impoverished dame such as myself does not get an whirl from a master 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 fille de chambre were habit to do to father,"she explained.

I lay back and stared at the celing as she came forward, straddled me and began to lapse down towards my member. She had to set her position a number of times but finally she was poised above my rigid Pole. Slowly she sank down, the soft moist lips of her womb gently engulfed my member and with but a unity stifled cry she slipped the last few column inch until entirely sheathed and then started rocking back and forth.

"Do I delight you ?"she asked.

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

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

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

My formal were churning,"clock time to sequestrate 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 hug drug. And then it was done.

We both in disorderliness, her dress torn, my knickers discarded.

"Now you may kiss me,"she admitted,"And side by side 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 dress drop. She walked to the window,"How far does your estate stretch ?"she asked.

"Why, to the brush atop the J. J. Hill, and beyond the box of the valley incline,"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 father pleasures the scullery maid 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 concord freely and I might not for awe of falling for a child."

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

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

She wriggled her buttocks delightfully,"Oh well if you can not compel I shall seek an groom or gardener or some such to do me."

"No, I will serve you, have no care,"I asserted as I approached her, my penis rigid in my mitt 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 agreeable,"she agreed,"Most agreeable !"

I grasped her white meat and pulled her firmly towards me pressing my member even further inside her,"Oh my lord, 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 imagination of pleasance, beads of sudor glistened on her forehead. I rested my school principal on her shouder between thrusts trying to prolong the pleasance but the personnel of nature could not be restrained and soon my clump expelled a heave lunar time period of cream to shoot into all her most secret parts and seek to feed her.

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

I waited a second and withdrew,"I own it must be nearly on dinner party time,"I opined,"James 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 watch out girl you'll be caught you mark my words."

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

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

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

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

Miss Fortesque came to the rescue, still with office displayed she held up her overnice fist,"mummy used to take in a servant girl pleasance her when Papa was away, her fist was much the like size as mine."

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

"Cook get the Dinner, whether my angel sticks her fist in your admittedly cavernous womb is not a matter of the with child urgency,"I opined.

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

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

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

I could not see Miss Fortesque's fist slide into James Cook innards, but Cooks eyes were panoptic as saucers and she gasped at the intrusion,"Ohhhh !"

I stared in thwarting,"Oh hang the both of you, I'll get my own Dinner,"I snapped and I left them to their colligation while reflecting it would indeed be a incentive and I mused if Miss Fortesque could fulfill Cook with her fist, then maybe she coud meet new Bessie as well and avoid her falling from an unwise union with an stableman, Gardener or some such.

I retrieved the roast leg of pork barrel from the kitchen range oven, found the veggie and plated up a gravid portion for myself and a smaller one for fille Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone dusty by the time she finished pleasuring cook but that as they say is another story .