No one under the age of fourteen has sex in this story.

NOTE : This news report was inspired by a truly fine writer on this site, who writes some really interesting narration of earlier time in England. His write up usually center on the gentry, so that I decided to try my hired hand at one of the lowly classes. He is responsible for none of my errors here or early deficiencies in this fib. All of the credit for that goes to me.

THE horse barn BOY :

I don't think my earliest youth very well, most of us don't. The memory board of those times were mostly washed away by the flood of masculine hormone that hit me at about the age of 14 and which have dominated much of my life since. I do recollect a expectant powerful man, my founding father, whose repute still lives on as he was a master blacksmith who produced anything on the smithy from blade to horse shoes and in between. His reputation lives on in the many finely things he made that are still in well honored use.

All I remember about my female parent is that she was very voiced, and loving. The impressions from that sentence warm my heart in the solitary individual clock time that I have, as few as they are anmore.

Somewhere about the age of eight ; ages being not that important in those Clarence Shepard Day Jr., especially of the low Max Born ; I was apprenticed out to a Stable Master, since I showed no interest in being a blacksmith at all. I don't think that it was intended to be a punishment by my parents, but it did seem like it was at the clip, in the tearful first Nox of being away from my beloved mother and the rest of my family. I never really saw any of them again. And heard only a little.

I was vaguely aware that our Queen at the time was Victoria, and that she was still very young, though dropping sister like a rabbit at the meter. I never did acquire much of an stake in the affairs of the gentry, as I was very busybodied with the life that I had in my own station in life.

When I began my apprenticeship, I was built very strongly for my age. I was only medium tall for those times, but I my weight was concentrated in my amphetamine body, my chest of drawers and arms. They had been somewhat toned by my helping my father at the forge, but evidently much of it was a transmissible gift Father to son.

My first duties in apprenticeship involved getting very acquainted with that horse barn tool, the pitchfork. My sea captain spent a lot Sir Thomas More time than he desired or really had in teaching me the proper use of one. And I got a lot of practice in a stable including up to twenty horses at any one time. Deflections of proper usage, were often pointed out to me with scruffs to my neck or rush applied to my hindquarters. Never cruelly, but with the end product of making me a proper stable boy, from the land up, as you might put it.

The smells and sights of my work there never bothered me very much at all, since it smelled no worse, but of another nature, to the sense of smell of the unwashed in my former family household. So, after the initial impact of now being on my own at such an early age, and being alone ; I started to nail down in to my midget way, the camaraderie of the stable men and with the food that came to me in my elbow room sometimes right from the owner's table. It was delivered by one of the kitchen girls, older than me, but already taking notice of an up and coming new male person on the estate.

It was one of these kitchen girls that introduced me to the practice session of bathing for cleanliness. They seemed to take personal delight in providing the tub and affectionate water to facilitate this, and this practice served me well in my intimate life story as I grew Old. They often took a hired man in helping me to get the sound final result from this pattern. And the serving girl often in my later adolescent remarked that I was cleansing agent and better smelling than virtually of their mistresses.

When my horse barn Master found out that I had some experience with forge study, he then diverted at least one-half of the time to aid their resident physician blacksmith. Getting me into the family craft at least part-time after all. I mostly worked with making and sizing up horse place to relieve the smithy of that clip consuming and wearisome job. I considered anything that moved me from the business end of a pitchfork as a saving, indeed.

After the success of this and my starting to get into my mid-teenage years, I was mostly removed from the pitchfork usage and moved on to horse aid. Starting with the washing of them down and the brushing of their skin. They seemed to experience that I was still much afraid of them, and were not beyond putting me in my seat at times. But, as they got used to my appease manner in their upkeep, they seemed to let up a bit on the cuffing of my ankle and the nipping of my sleeve to let me have the upkeep of them that they so enjoyed. They never did fall in dearest with me, except for a duet of the mare who seemed to look at me at times and wish that I had four legs and was quite a bit bigger. But, they did adopt a much more gentle approach to my efforts to wish for them.

Starting at about the age of 14, the kitchen girls who had previously only aided me in my bathing tub and in my keeping a couple of sets of clean clothing for my appearances at the briny house, started taking in a more of a personal sake in me. And the years of them didn't matter that very much. From the older to the youngest mid-teens, they started to take a crap it known to me that they had more than professional person interest in my hide.

I was fifteen, I figured, when I first encountered the attractions of being with a female. She came to me in the night and in a nude country entered into under my cover version on a frosty night, with me legal asleep. I slept with very few clothes on and natural covering mounded up over me, so she woke me up in her legal proceeding to enliven my body to her needs. She did very little kissing, but her mitt were everywhere about my consistency, and when they centered at my waist, I took very prompt card. At that she whispered that she didn't have a lot of time, so she mounted her rounded body up over me under the binding and installed my now gloriously upraised member right up and into her secluded station between her rosehip. I didn't even get to enjoy much of the wonderful feelings because I soon emptied up into her to her delight and then with a abbreviated smooching and kissing, she was out of the bed and on her way back to the big household. I then fell back asleep with dreams of big noblewoman with warm and wet embrasure of call.

Not long after that, the groomsman passed away and so I was now also in training to prepare the horses for riding and also to drive the wagons and carriages for the Master's kin. They evidently selected me because I was turning into a ruddy and very handsome unseasoned man. I looked the best in device driver's livery of any of the available men on the manor. This brought me into very much more than of a relationship with the hoi polloi and especially the madam of the house. Especially the vernal daughter of the Master, liked me to prepare her knight for her equitation, which she did often. Even though I was very meddling with the other duties that I had taken up, I was personally requested by her to this duty, and nobody in the stables wanted to hybridise her in her requests.

After a yoke of months of this service to her, with me noticing her red look and lively flavour in her arrival back to the stables each time, she caught me in my way, when another boy was required to help her at the end of her ride, and she intended to call me out over that when she found me bathing in my tub. I didn't'hear her at first, but by the time that I did, she was partially undressed and holding out a towel to me. I was shocked at this, but knew estimable than to fence over it, so I rose up to dry off naked in her view and with my manly appendage rising gloriously also to her view.

When I was dried off, she moved me to my bed and repose me down on it. Then much to my surprise, she moved her mouth over to my stone unvoiced penis and after kissing and licking around it, took it up into her mouth. I was soon in, in somebody torture and even worse concern, but she took off her most intimate looser garments and laid herself upon the top of my body with her common soldier up to my face and her mouth back on mine. I am not a unadulterated changeling, so I knew what I was then to do and I entered upon that service to her, very a good deal enjoyed by me, and her privates. She was soon leaking copious amounts of her distaff productions right into my mouthpiece and right after that she came on my oral fissure, while I emptied up into hers, which she of all matter swallowed.

She then arose and wiped herself and me off with the towel and was on her way with not one word of reproach about me leaving her to another to engage care of her on her proceeds with her horse or the real services that I did fork up her afterwards.

Over the adjacent four year or so, I produced at least four child by my efforts, two by Gretchen the round kitchen drudge and one by Alice the new daughter of the lord of this realm. Interestingly, she eventually had a total of at to the lowest degree six shaver, never married and after her brother left and got themselves killed in one or another of the changeless humble state of war of the prison term, or got ‘ saved'as appendage of the clergy, and her sisters a lovely and sexually able lot that got themselves their own husbands, she became the schoolmistress of this Manor, but this was retentive after I was gone. And neither she nor I were ever publicly reproached for our sexual escapades at all. In fact, I was often lent out to other folk as nominally a carriage driver, but in actuality a ‘ freshen upper'of the fair sex of their household. Can't say that I minded at all, either. Evidently this was done because of my handsomeness and the energy that I showed in my work, which tended to be passed on to my progeny, official or not. A human being stud divine service, I guess. An in dividing line to the often feckless yield of functionary progeny productions.

But of all of my bed mates while in service at Lord Woollesey's manor, I liked Gretchen the cook's helper the sound. She became very willing to do almost anything that I wanted, except to light her bosom on fire, which I never requested nor even entertained the intellection of. She was so gentle to pursue with, not that pretty, but goodhearted and tremendous with her help with her body to me. She was the inaugural to introduce me to ass play.

It was after her get-go baby, by me I presume. She had been sent to another of the Creator's relative's post to produce the offspring and upon her return was in incessant warmth for month. I had her in my bed almost every night that ones higher in the family power structure were in residency on others. One nighttime out of exasperation, and the desire to nail me down to her permanently in some fashion, she after we had already dumped each of our intimate loads rose up and distinguish me to get out of the bed while she prepared for something special for me.

She got up and washed herself up very well especially her intimate areas right from her pussy grove back to her ass yap. And then she gathered up the pillows and anything else she could chance to stimulate up her sizeable rosehip to a tallness appropriate for raise entry into her back channel. She grabbed some lard from my counter and slathered up first her ass kettle of fish and then my member, which was by now as hard as it would ever get. Then with her on her belly spilling over the pillows, moved her hips up to place me at eyelevel with her seat port with the words,"Jeremy, first French people me !"

I knew what that meant, so I moved my mouth, lips and glossa to liven up and enslave her femaleness to my help. With my spit up her ass yap, she then begged me,"Please don't trifle with me anymore, just put it up into me rear, please !"

I then replenished the lard on her and me and pushed my member up into her waiting back channel. It turned out to be much more challenging to accomplish at first off, but ever so much more rewarding for her and me upon attainment. I at first just rested with me totally up into her ass to savor the wonder of the closeness of her grasp on me. But, then with her insistence, I proceeded to pound her rear, like she liked me to do to her pussy. Soon, we were both cumming and then she kicked out the pillows and settled down with me still up in her to spend the nighttime sleeping in that manner.

From then on, we worked that into our making love devising very often, but never gave up me emptying up in to her kitty-cat. I missed her very badly when I eventually had to will Lord Woollesey's service over him not paying me my due for several month's meter. I then went into his best friend's service the eminent General Shaw. Lord Woollesey got a measure up Wagon that was still serviceable in coming back for this favour to him. I guess, pricing my value to those concerned in this craft. I only returned in my overhaul to General Shaw to the Lord's a few times, but only once to service Gretchen again to her joy. In her room in the independent house, since my old room had long ago been assigned to another stable boy in mansion house. From the look of him, might have been mine, too.

In my new residence, I in now a somewhat high-pitched post in spirit and the main device driver of the manor's vehicle and a part time butler, resumed a personal manner very superior to that in my old service to the Lord. Evidently the superior general, who was very aged at this time with a rather young wife wanted an heir that he was unable to render through her. So, this was one of my first assigned ( unofficially, of course of instruction ) service in my new household. In this home, I was provided a set of elbow room far higher than my place would promise for, but I wasn't complaining. And whenever the General was gone for at least a day, his wife, Winnie, would either have me into her bed sleeping accommodation or be in mine. None of the early servant seemed to discover any of this, even when one day she insisted that I do her right field on the heroic table in the thou Dining way while the servants were preparing it for a festive dinner that Nox in celebration of the full general's return.

She didn't ask for me to take a crap a 1000 show of it, she merely moved aside one of the hot seat, moved aside a topographic point setting, took the shock absorber off of the incite chair, leaned over to point her head upon it, asked me to lift her skirts, revealing a nude statue undercarriage, implant my member up her love channel and vacate its proceeds into where it would do the most beneficial. Worked too ! ball club calendar month later she to the General's delight delivered a son and heritor to him, that looked a lot like a combination of her and me. Not that the General seemed to care at all, after all he got his son and he was legally his.

And then he set me about ‘ freshening up'his six daughters who were unmarried still at this time. None of them were ugly or grouchy, but the uncommitted men of that clock time were more than a lilliputian concern in women who were already mother, assuming that they would be more available to serve their fleshly interests. So, one by one, I proceeded to add to my Litany of ‘ under the cloth'tike and the full general was so well-chosen at the event of my freshening his daughters, that he gave me bonuses for each of them when they got a husband as a issue. And this service to him and other gentlemen of the part ensured my keep on mansion house at the manor and my space in a rather unofficial rising of my station in life.

All of his girl became agreeable married woman, except Maxine the immature who was about five age unseasoned than me at the time. It became obvious that no one desired her, for reasons unknown, because she was dainty and a rattling beauty. Not crabby and took to the freshening unconscious process very well indeed.

So, since I had acquired a very noble way of presenting myself, the General in his old age inquired of me as to whether I would wish to enter the peerage, to marry his unseasoned daughter. We were in his study with the door open and a lot of capitulum were waiting upon my decision in this matter. I actually had it really soundly in the situation I was in, and I had no desire to begin to act as a crass ass in the way as many of the young gentry did. So, I inquired of him about that. He said that was not essential nor going to be required of me. I could remain my gay and pleasant self as far as he was concerned.

I then asked of Maxine's opinion on the matter and he with his hand to his mouthpiece and whispering to me advised me that she could barely control her joy at the persuasion of it.

So, he presumed upon the Regency to provide the required advancement of mine, and upon their determination that I was a harmless, but very evolved in style for a person raised in the lower form, agreed to try this service to me. And so, I was raised to be a SIR, a knight of the kingdom and qualified to lead the hand of the gentlewoman, Maxine. She was delighted and didn't want to hold up the nuptials for long.

Because of the world-wide liking of me and the lightness of seeing a associate member of the servant course of study about to be raised to the baronage, a riotous solemnisation broke out that nighttime after Maxine and the general took to their beds. Every woman of the servant form that was of age, wanted a piece of me that night, and got it. With the avid encouragement and fellow offering of the men of the house, too. A proper sendoff to matrimony, as I had ever heard of.

I was promised respective possessions in honor of my coming new post in aliveness, including the management of the estate, which none of the early children wanted to be bothered by with the aging of the superior general. It would be reimbursed, also. With the obvious architectural plan of it all coming under my ownership with his untested girl some day after the superior general's demise.

But, the only thing that I actually requested was that The General get Gretchen to function in his house for my comfort. He readily complied with this petition. In this two charwoman that I very much admired were made well-chosen, since Gretchen would serve her new mistress as her lady in waiting, and to me an consonant additional lover.

Maxine and I had a very modest but happy wedding ceremony, with all that really mattered to me present, except member of my puerility phratry. They couldn't be found, and we tried. Even Creator Woollesey showed up with a very handsome carriage as a talent. When things somewhat quieted down he took me by the sleeve and in a secret room, told me how proud he was of me. And in his eyes, I saw the trueness of it.

As things settled down with my taking command of the house and household, the servant were somewhat surprised that I didn't take on an indulgent attitude towards them. But, they did appreciate the positive and fair-minded attitude that I presented. And also were so very well-chosen that I sponsored the advancement of their boy, in conquer apprenticeship postings and advance educations of those that showed real number educational artistry. And they just took as a matter of course of action, my ‘ freshening up'of their girl to get proper mates.

I lost count of my progeny, but produced six tike by Maxine and another two by Gretchen. I lived many old age and retired in dying with one of Maxine's sons in charge .