Chapter 1 : Leaving School

This was July 10th 1915, the country was at war with Germany, and my father and most of the younger men had gone to fight the war. My father was a sergeant in the local Territorial Army and the squire Lord Amersham was the Company Captain. It was my last day at school, although I was not quite fourteen. Next week I would start work in the squire’s stables as a stable boy, and I was not looking forward to that, because I was a bit frightened of horses. I was small for my age, and the shire horses seemed quite enormous to me.

My mother and father and I lived in a small village, on the estate of the squire Lord and lady Amersham. The village and surrounding farms were owned by his lordship, and so the majority of the population of the village, were employed directly or indirectly by him. The village was largely self supporting, and all other necessities, were brought into the village shop weekly by a carrier from Gloucester. The village shop and post office were run by the publican Bill Badger, who also brewed his own ale in the brew house behind the pub. Although from observation, through a peephole in the brew house wall, I knew that quite a few other things were brewing between Bill and a local lady when his wife was busy in the shop or out visiting friends.

I was quite a slim lad with long auburn hair and I was teased by other boys, because I had girlish features, and I was not physically so well built as most of the local lads. I was more academically inclined, and I had done well at school in reading, and writing, and I had hoped for something much better, such as a clerical job, but the squire together with my father, had decreed that this would not happen, and so next week I was destined to start in the stables as a stable boy, where my father had been head groom before the war. I had no say in the matter. My mother had pleaded my case, but to no avail.

This was my last lunch break at the school, and I lay on the grass at the back of the bicycle shed, with the flies of my shorts open, and having a wank. I was thinking about Miss Nancy Walters my glamorous teacher. I had fallen for her in a very big way, from the time she had come to the school. I would miss her, but I knew that she had a boyfriend, and I had seen them fucking together in a glade in the woods, but I had hopes that he could be killed in the war, and she might then turn to me. Well anyway that was my dream!!!!

I was so engrossed in what I was doing, that I did not realise that I had company, until I felt a hand push mine away from my cock. I opened my eyes to see Beth Stone, and two other girls, Dora Turner the daughter of our next door neighbour, and Wendy Fray, who were all in service in the big house stood watching me. They were all fifteen or sixteen, and all very pretty girls. I tried to get up, but Beth the biggest girl pushed me down firmly as with her free hand. Beth had taken hold of my cock and she said

“Look girls he be bigger than the squires stallion Devil”

To my utter embarrassment, they all gathered round to look just in time to be sprayed by my shooting spunk, as Beth succeeded quicker than she had expected in bringing me off. The girls jumped back giggling, and wiping my cum of their face, and their rubber mackintosh’s.

Just then the school bell went for the afternoon session, and I quickly pulled my shorts up as Beth said to me.
“Not so fast young Tony - you meet me at Fox spinney, straight after school - you understand. Don’t ee let me down now?”

I just nodded and ran back to class. It was a long afternoon as I guessed somehow that Beth wanted me to fuck her. It would be my first time, but I knew what it was all about, because I had seen so many of our local people with their boyfriends or lovers “doing it” in the woods.

On the surface and to the casual visitor the village was a quiet respectable place to live, but beneath the surface it was a seething cauldron of sexual activity, and illicit love affairs. I knew who the Vicar was currently fucking, and I knew that his wife had two boyfriends. Although now of course there was a large surplus of unmarried women in the village, due to men going off to the war. Strangely it seemed to me that it was the married women were the most likely to be having illicit affairs. It was the younger girls who seemed less inclined to be adventurous where sex was concerned. As a consequence I always remembered the saying my mother was fond of quoting, when we were alone together.

“It is a wise child who knows his own father.” She would look at me when she was saying it with a strange faraway look in her eyes.

How true that was I later to find out.

I was more embarrassed because Dora Stone and I had been childhood and teenage sweethearts. She lived with her mother, in the next house, and once a few months ago we were almost doing it, when her mother caught us before anything happened. Their was an almighty row. My mother was angry and said to me.

“You never do that with Dora ever.”

I never found out, why Dora should be out of bounds, and my parents, and Dora’s mother had kept a stony silence on the matter ever since. When school finished, I ran all the way to Fox spinney. I saw that Beth was alone, and she sat their waiting for me. There was no time for pleasantries as she said.

“You get them shorts off Tony.” As she spoke she had taken off her mackintosh and spread it on the grass. I was not slow in obeying and her hand was fondling my cock before my shorts had hit the floor. I knew exactly what to do, and I joined her on the ground, although I was still a virgin. I had watched so many times as other people did it? So I was well schooled.

I touched her vagina, and I kissed it and fingered it. She was really moaning, and moving her hips up and down in a rotary motion at my ministrations, and, finally, I leaned down and started to kiss her right in the middle of all the pink spots. This was a new experience for me, and I had seen many men do this to their girl friends and lovers. I remembered how they had all seemed to enjoy it... Her vagina was sparsely covered with stubble, and I guessed at some time previously it had been shaved.

I leaned down, and started to lick from the bottom of the slit to the top and back again. She was tossing to and fro, and I had to finally hold her firmly by her hips, so I could make contact with her pussy. She had, by this time, reached down and got her hands on her thighs, just above her knees and was holding her legs straight up in the air and out of my way. I really had access to that cute little glistening love nest. By the time I had made a couple of trips around, and in and out doing this, Beth was moaning, and groaning; kicking her legs straight out, and bringing them back into her body, and straight over head, over and over again.

Then, she began asking me to "Please put it in Tony, please I want it in, oh please, oh please, just fuck me. Please put it in, put in, put in, put in, oh, god! Please put it in. I want it so bad. “

I couldn't resist these entreaties to fuck her, I got to my knees, aiming my cock with my right hand, slid it forward another couple of inches and shot it about half way in with one shove. She let out a moan, her eyelids fluttering, and my breath was coming in bursts, and gasps and I did what she asked me to do. This was to me, the most fantastic experience of my whole life to date. I had often wondered what it would be like, but nothing had ever prepared me for this fantastic sensation that ran through my whole body.

I buried my cock to the hilt, and came almost immediately. I let loose a flood of juice into her, and when I did that, she wrapped her legs around my middle, and held me in a vice grip so tight that I couldn't have broken it had I wanted to. I didn't want to. The tightness of her cunt around my cock, her shuddering orgasms and her cries of. “Don’t moves please don’t take it out oh, please, were more than I could stand. I clamped my lips on her pouty mouth and kissed her like crazy, and then I started to wiggle my ass and hips around while I was still buried to the hilt in her love tunnel.

Strangely, I was still hard and after a few minutes of pumping in and out I came again. I didn't know I could do that, but she felt it, and shuddered and shouted "Oh, god, that's good. Hold still “I did hold still. It wasn't easy, though, She was so warm, so tight and so wet, and she was holding me in such a vice grip with her legs, and I could feel her vaginal muscles pulsing around my cock that I started to get hard almost immediately ,and thought I was going to have to start pumping again.

So, I just knelt there trying to keep hard, and, above all trying to keep it from
slipping out. It was not to be. As my cock shrivelled, it just naturally slipped out, and when it did our love juices just came out with it, dripping on to the grass as darkness closed in on us.

Then she said, "Tony. Do you want to know something? You kissed my pussy, and licked it with your tongue. That was really terrific. Nobody has ever done that to me before. I think you must have fucked before?”

I protested my innocence “No Beth, but I have seen many men do it, to girls here in the woods. That was my first real fuck, and it was fantastic.”
I think she eventually believed me and as she was about to go she kissed me and said “Tony. Can we do it again soon? Tomorrow perhaps"

I was in a daze when I went home that evening. My mother scolded me because I was late back from school, but she forgave me eventually, as she always did. The next morning, after the best nights sleep for a long time. My mother woke me with a letter in her hand, asking me to call on her Ladyship at 11.am that morning. My mother was in shock ,as I read it out and started scolding me, as like most mothers she assumed that I had done something to upset her Ladyship, and that I was in trouble.

I was a little bemused by the summons, and could think of no reason for it. Her Ladyship had not been married to the squire for long. His Lordship had returned from London, after a two week business trip with the young stunningly beautiful young lady on his arm. She was only about twenty years old, and was rumoured to have been a chorus girl. In my ignorance at the time, I thought a chorus girl was someone who sang in a choir. It was only later that I gathered that chorus girls were something else.

From the beginning it had been a disastrous marriage, not helped in any way by his Lordships mother, the Dowager Lady Amersham. Who refused to attend the wedding, or even have any dealings with the now new Lady Amersham? His Lordship in turn, had with the help of his mothers influence begun to think that he had made a terrible mistake, and that he should really have married a society lady, and so there were strong rumours started by servants at the hall that not all was well with the marriage.

My mother had made me wear my Sunday best suit and brush my hair. She had scrubbed my face until it was red raw and I duly presented myself at the tradesman’s entrance five minutes before the appointed time, not daring to go to the front door and face the fearsome looking butler. Dora was given the job, of escorting me to her Ladyship quarters. She was obviously not speaking to me, and I was too much in awe of my surroundings, to ask her why.

I entered her Ladyships bedroom taking of my cap Her Ladyship was still in bed and gave me a lovely smile while she instructed Dora to wait downstairs; she would give her a call when she was finished with me.

“You are Tony?” She asked and I said “Yes My Lady” I hear that you are extremely good with writing, and with figures, and that you are quite accomplished in other ways?”

I was a little confused and stuttered “I am good at figures and writing my lady, but I am not sure what else you refer to? “We will see boy in a minute perhaps. Now go over to that table, and you will see some writing paper, and I want you to write down something for me - anything you like“.

I thought for a bit and wrote. “I am happy to meet your ladyship today, and would like to serve you in any way possible.”

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