The Lord of Fairlea - Scene 9

'Mel, sweetie, you must lie with his lordship tonight,' said her mother.

'Do as you are told, Melissa,' added her father. 'It is our duty.'

Their daughter stood defiantly in front of her parents, with a sulky pout. 'But... he's an old man!'

'He's not old,' said her father, 'He's only in his late fifties, not much older than me!'

'The baron is our landlord, dear,' added her mother. 'You know this by now. We are all his servants, and he has the ancient feudal right to possess any woman on his land, including all girls when they come of age, or on the night before their marriage.'

'You are now of age, Mel. I must offer you to our master.' Her father leered at his pert daughter's young body.

Mel sighed. She looked around the familiar living room of the humble cottage they rented on the farm. It was cosy, homely, with a vase of fresh flowers always on the dining table. Brightly embroidered cushions were scattered on the sofa where she sat with her parents most evenings. There was often a pleasant smell of baking, the stomach-teasing aroma of the bread and cakes she and her mother baked most days.

She had lived all her life with her parents on the farm they managed, situated at the southwestern edge of the Fairlea estate peninsula. She was familiar with the traditions of the estate, she had attended some of the ancient festivals and rituals, she knew the requirement to obey the lord of the manor and his senior staff. She was fairly sure that her mother had given herself to the baron at least once, when he had visited the farm. She had heard gossip amongst the young workers on the farm and at the stables, and tales from older girls when they visited -- how they had been randomly possessed at their workplace or summoned to the mansion house or taken away to the city. Some had never been seen again. The baron's sexual appetite was legendary.

Her mother continued. 'You'd better go up and get changed, love.' She looked at her little girl -- a woman now -- but still so young-looking. Her tight leggings hugged her curving hips. Her bare midriff showed off her slim waist and flat stomach. Her short top was tight against her chest.

Mel had waist-length honey-blonde curly hair, very pale creamy skin, blue-green eyes, luscious pink lips and a sweet smile. Her body was slender, though her hips were wide and her thighs and buttocks already generously curvy. Her breasts were very small, with pink nipples. Her pubic hair was downy, fair, curly. She loved to admire herself in the mirror while touching herself between her legs. She had kept her virginity, resisting the persistent, keen pursuit of neighbouring farmers' sons and stable lads. She had let herself be kissed a few times and had handled one lad's erection when he had whipped it out and thrust it at her one afternoon out in the fields. She wondered how it would feel to have one of these swollen appendages pushed inside her. She had once spied on her parents in bed and gasped with shock when she saw her father's stiff penis disappear between her mother's spread legs. Yet despite her uncertainty she felt excited. She would be a woman by tomorrow.

Her father also was admiring Mel as his wife spoke. He was fascinated at how his daughter was rapidly growing up. She was almost the age his wife had been when he first slept with her. Mel seemed even more comely, nubile, than her mother had been. His gaze lingered on her bare midriff and jutting hipbones -- was she aware of how erotic this outfit was? He looked down at the curve of her hips, her thighs, her slim legs in the tight leggings, the slight bulge of her pubic bone. Then back up, to her chest, eyes pausing on the shallow swell of her budding breasts, their shape outlined by the clinging material of her cotton top. Despite himself, he felt desire surge in his loins. He had often seen her half-dressed, around the house, in her knickers, or with only a towel wrapped around her body when she emerged from the bath and came down to the fireside to dry her hair. He had recently glimpsed her naked in the shower when she had left the bathroom door open and had stood there watching for a few minutes in a state of heart-pounding excitement, stroking himself until he had come uncontrollably in his pants. His cock was swelling at the memory of this moment, and at seeing her now before him, during her last moments of innocence before her submission to Lord Fairlea this coming evening. His master, the baron, was most fortunate to be the first to possess this lovely girl. Her father looked her up and down once more, sure that his lordship would approve of this offering and might favour him in some way after the deed was done.

'Get ready, Mel,' said her mother. 'The car will be here soon to take you up to the big house.' She embraced her daughter and added, 'Don't worry, love, you'll be fine. Do as his lordship wishes.'

'What shall I wear?' asked Mel.

'I don't think it matters, sweetheart. The housekeeper will prepare you for the baron at the house. Put on a nice dress to go there, OK?' Mel nodded and ran upstairs.

In her room, Mel pulled her cropped t-shirt over her head and pulled down her leggings, then her knickers. She stood, naked, looking at herself in the mirror. She wished her breasts would hurry up and grow bigger, but she liked the sight of her lower body, its gentle curves and pleasing symmetry. She ran fingers through her hair, wishing it could be straighter, with a bit less volume, yet she knew other girls envied her long golden wavy locks. She looked between her legs, at the tiny patch of very fair downy hair. She saw her plump labia. She would have to let the baron enter her there. She wondered how large his sex was -- would it fit in her?!

She took from a drawer some clean knickers, plain white, with a tiny pink bow on the waistband, and slid them on. She did not yet wear a bra -- no need. Then she chose a long white calico dress, pulled it over her head and closed the buttons at the front. She brushed her hair and smiled at her reflection.

'Mel!' She heard her mother yell from downstairs. 'His lordship's housekeeper is here. Come down!'

Mel descended to the living room of their cottage and was greeted the senior housekeeper at Fairlea mansion. 'Hello, Melissa,' said the woman, smiling. She was wearing a smart ivory blouse and navy skirt. 'I am Mary, the housekeeper at Fairlea. You should address me as "Miss". And you must address the baron as "My Lord" the first time you speak to him, then "Sir". Got it?'

'Yes, Miss.' Mel looked nervously at her mother, who was smiling encouragingly.

'Well, then, let's be off.' Mary took Mel by the hand and started to lead her to the door.

Her father placed one hand on Mel's shoulder; with the other he discreetly cupped her backside. 'Remember, do as his lordship and Mary tell you.' She nodded at her father and kissed him on the cheek. He squeezed her bottom and said, 'Good girl.' He stood back and looked at her again. Her mother gave her a brief hug and kissed her forehead. 'You'll be fine,' she said, a lump in her throat.

Moments later Mel was in the car's passenger seat. Mary drove away from the cottage, away from the familiar farmlands of Mel's youth, towards the manor house.

Her father called out to his wife. 'Come here, love.' She walked up to him. He embraced and kissed her. 'I want you!' he gasped, pulling her tightly to him. She felt his swollen sex pressing against her belly. He pulled away and pointed upwards. She took the stairs, up to their bedroom. He followed, a few steps behind, admiring her from the rear. She was still slim, though her figure had filled out with motherhood and age. He could see the shape of her large round buttocks through her dress which was clinging to her rear. His erection was straining against his pants.

They rapidly stripped and she lay on the bed, on her back. Her breasts flattened on her chest as she lay back. She parted her legs and her bush, spreading herself open with fingertips. He clambered over her and guided his stiff cock to her opening. He closed his eyes and plunged, too turned on for foreplay, just thrusting his full length into her. She gasped, lay back and took him deep, moaning as he thrust in and out of her, increasing the pace and depth with each stroke. He was so stimulated from seeing his daughter a few minutes earlier he could not last long. It was her young body he imagined beneath him as he plunged into her mother. In his mind's eye he saw Mel's sweet young face, her slim body, her little breasts and virginal pussy... with a grunt he came... sighing hard as each spurt shot from him into the body beneath, as if he were shooting his sperm into his own daughter... He collapsed on his wife's body, breathing fast, his cock still pumping out the last of his cum. He knew that Mel's young cunt would be equally filled with the baron's seed tonight...

At the house, Mary led Mel through a side entrance. Mel gazed in awe at the huge mansion, admiring its honeyed stone, ivy-clad walls, dark windows. Her heart was racing. She felt a pang of excitement inside. How many other girls had been brought here? Would the baron be kind to her, a humble peasant girl? What would it feel like to give her body to him in this old ancestral home?

Mary led her to the rear of the house, up a spiral staircase that led to what seemed to be the staff quarters. They walked along a narrow corridor with bare wooden floorboards. Mel saw through an open door a maid, in her bedroom, topless, wearing only a black skirt. The maid caught her looking and smiled at the new arrival. Mary whisked her along the corridor to a chamber that served as a laundry room and wardrobe for the maids.

'You can freshen up here, Mel,' said Mary. 'I'm going to send Maya to look after you. She's one of our more experienced maids.'

Mel nodded, nervously. 'Yes, Miss.'

'Take a shower in there.' Mary pointed to an en-suite bathroom.

'Yes, Miss.' She entered the bathroom. 'Er, is there a towel?' But Mary had left the chamber.

Mel saw a pile of fresh towels and a selection of toiletries. She looked in a full-length mirror, smiled at herself, noting her flushed cheeks and unruly hair. Her heartbeat was still elevated. She took a deep breath. Her reverie was interrupted by a woman's voice.

'You must be Mel.'

Mel turned to see a tall slim woman with long dark hair in a long ponytail, dressed in a black skirt and white blouse. She had high cheekbones, narrow nose, thin lips. She was unsmiling. 'I'm Maya. Do what I say and you'll be fine.'

Mel faced her, nodding, 'Yes, er, Maya.'

Maya looked the younger woman up and down and rolled her eyes. 'So you're the latest new virgin for his lordship's pleasure...'

Mel blushed, not knowing what to say.

Maya said, 'Take a shower. Don't use soap. Or anything. Just water. The baron likes the natural aroma of young maidens. You're not on your period, are you?'

Mel blushed redder. 'No, I...'

'Good. The only blood he wants to see is from your deflowering.' Maya grinned. 'You ARE a virgin, aren't you?'

Mel looked at her feet. 'Yes,' she muttered.

'Well, you're such a ripe young filly I'm surprised you haven't been mounted by some lusty peasant farmer's son or horny stable lad. I bet they tried, eh?' Mel gave a nervous grin. Her throat was dry. 'Good girl, your daddy must be proud,' added Maya. 'Now get your kit off and get in that shower. I'll watch you.'

Maya stood, arms folded, staring at Mel as she undressed. Mel first slipped off her sandals, then undid the few buttons at the top of her dress. She gathered it at the hem and lifted it over her head, then placed it on a chair. Maya saw her underwear and said, 'Cute little girl knickers, eh? You can wear them tonight, he'll like that.' Mel nodded, then pulled them off and put them on the chair.

Naked, she went into the shower cubicle. 'What about my hair?' she asked.

'No need to wash it. Tie it up, for heaven's sake.' Maya threw Mel a hairband and watched as she tied up her generous mane above her head. A few strands fluttered free. 'Nice hair,' said Maya. 'And good to see the collars and cuffs match.' Mel looked between her legs and swallowed nervously. Maya added, 'Some girls shave or wax. That's out of favour here, now. The baron likes the look of a young woman with a natural bush. It's very erotic, he says.' Mel nodded again and turned to the shower. A jet of warm water shot down over her chest and down her legs. 'Nice little tits, too,' said Maya. Mel turned to let the water flow over her back. Maya admired her rear. 'What a great ass. He might want to spank you.' She giggled. Mel smiled nervously. Maya went on, 'Don't linger, Mel, no need to be squeaky clean. Come on. Out!'

Mel turned off the water and stepped out of the cubicle, wrapping herself in a towel. Once she was dry she placed it on a rail and stood in the centre of the dressing chamber. Maya looked up and down Mel's naked young body, noting her slim waist and full hips.

'You'll have to let the baron sow his seed in you. You're not on the pill, are you?'

'Of course not,' Mel said, nervously.

'He might get you pregnant, then...'

'Oh my god. Really?' Mel's eyes were wide.

'Well, it's possible, naturally. Procreation, pleasure, power: those are the three reasons for sex. Men here only use women to breed, to satisfy their lust, or to show their power over us. Fairlea has not entered the modern world. You see?'

'I see.' Mel looked Maya in the eyes for the first time. Maya still didn't smile.

'Let's find you a dress. That one you wore here is way too long. You have a great body, let's show more of it.'

'Yes, OK.'

'That's more like it. Now let your hair down again.' Mel obeyed, unclasping her hair and letting her wavy locks fall around her waist.

Moments later Maya had taken a garment from a nearby closet. It was no more than a slip, white satin, semi-translucent. 'This will do. But first put your little knickers on.' Maya picked up Mel's undies from the chair, sniffed them, rolled her eyes, then handed them to Mel, who quickly put them on, then took the flimsy dress and held it in front of her, looking in the mirror.

She put it on, over her head. It fell just below her hips. 'It's a bit short for me,' she said.

Maya chuckled. 'That's the idea. Show off your legs and bum. Bend forward.' Mel obeyed. Maya stood behind. 'Those knickers only half cover your cheeks, you know. You little tease. His lordship might take you up the ass as well, if you show it off like that.'

'But...'

'No buts, Mel. You know you must do anything he commands. You want me to lube your holes?'

Mel looked horrified. 'No. I mean...'

'Don't worry, I'm only teasing, you little minx. I'm sure you'll be wet for him. I always am. He's kind of, well, seductive, persuasive. You'll see.'

Maya put Mel's dress in the closet and took her hand. 'Come on then. Let's take you to the master's chambers.'

They went further along the corridor. Maya opened a door at the end. They climbed another narrow staircase, lit by candles on fittings jutting out from the bare brick of its walls. At the top, another door led to a small room, with low lighting, furnished only by two large couches, upholstered in dark leather. Maya told Mel to sit, then sat on the opposite couch.

'Now. The rules of engagement. I will leave you here soon. His lordship will come through that door when he's ready.' Mel turned to see a large wooden door in the far wall. 'From that moment, do not speak unless he speaks to you first. You know how to address him?' Mel nodded yes. 'Right. Do anything he commands you to do. "Yes, sir" all the way. The assumption is you'll be with him all night. So don't leave until he lets you. If you need the bathroom, ask politely. But if it's after he's filled your little pussy with his wicked seed, don't wash yourself out. Leave it.' Mel gulped. 'He might fuck you more than once. He has an extraordinary sex drive. Some kind of genetic thing. He can come several times in one night. It's like his sperm regenerates super quickly. Amazing really.' Mel's eyes were wide, her mouth open. Maya continued, 'You might have to swallow it too, if he uses your mouth. Do you like the taste of cum, Mel?'

Mel's throat was dry. She looked at Maya in disbelief. 'Er, I...'

'You've never sucked someone off, have you?'

Mel blushed heavily. 'No,' she said quietly.

'For fuck's sake, you really are a little innocent, aren't you? Don't worry. Just close your lips around his dick, suck it and swallow as quickly as you can. It tastes kind of salty and sweet at the same time. A bit sticky, maybe. I like it.' Maya licked her lips. 'He might want to eat you out, too. I bet you taste lush.' She licked her lips again. 'He can give you an orgasm with his tongue. Just lie there and enjoy it.' Mel was speechless, eyes wide. Maya laughed. 'I don't mean to scare you. Have fun!'

She stood up and looked down at Mel, sitting quietly on the couch, legs together. 'Stand up when he comes in. I think that's it. I have to go. OK?'

Mel nodded. 'Yes. I'm OK.'

'Good. See you on the other side...' Maya grinned, turned and left the room. Mel sat in silence.

The baron, in the next room, his second bedroom, had just come out of the shower. He was naked, in front of a full-length mirror. He looked at his body. He was more than three times the age of the maiden who had been brought for him, but still in good shape. His torso was slim, with only a slight paunch. His arms were muscular, shoulders wide. His legs were athletic, long. He looked between his legs. His penis, even when not erect, was large, as were his balls. He reached down and touched his cock, briefly stroking himself. His erection immediately grew to eight inches. His balls pulsed. Unusually, he had not come for over 24 hours -- he typically had sex or masturbated several times a day -- so at this moment he was pulsing with sexual energy, almost desperate for relief. But he had chosen to wait, to build up anticipation and intensity, ready for this next young conquest.

He knew she was the daughter of one of the estate farmers, a rather obsequious fellow, though loyal and hard-working. Not every father volunteered his newly of-age daughter like this -- there was no obligation to surrender nubile women to the lord, though he could of course claim them at any time. The only obligation on the estate residents was to submit to his lordship any woman who was intended for marriage, the night before the ceremony, for the baron to fulfil his feudal right of 'primae noctis' -- to sexually possess the would-be bride before her nuptials. This girl was not yet to be wed; her father probably expected some favour instead. No matter, he thought, I'll take the gift of his daughter, as is my wish, my right. At the thought of this he hardened further, his cock now swinging between his thighs. He cupped his sperm-filled balls in his palms, squeezing gently, feeling their heaviness. Soon it must be time to release his seed into another maiden...

He put on a black silk robe, tied it at the front with a matching sash. He ran his hand over his shaven head and looked in the mirror again. He smiled at his refection, grateful as always for his health and good fortune. And for the endless supply of young mates. He opened the door to the ante-chamber.

Mel looked up as the door opened. The baron stood on the threshold, looking down at the girl on the couch. She gulped. She stood to face her master. She saw he was at least a foot taller than her. Slim, shaven-headed, stubble on his chin, hazel eyes, a warm smile. She found him handsome. His arm extended. Mel didn't know whether to bow, or try to curtsy, or shake his hand. He moved closer.

'Relax, young lady. Take my hand.'

Mel smiled nervously. 'Yes, my lord.' She placed her hand in his large paw.

He closed his fingers over hers, holding eye contact. 'What is your name?'

'Mel, sir.'

'Melissa. Like honey. And just as sweet.' She smiled. 'You are very pretty, Mel.'

'Thank you, sir.' She blushed. He let go of her hand. She let it fall at her side.

He looked her up and down. He saw the rise of her shallow breasts, against the thin material of her slip. In fact her small nipples showed through the transparent material. His gaze lowered, to her narrow waist and curvy hips. He could see she was wearing tiny white panties. His cock throbbed, swinging between his legs, against the robe. He saw her look down at the bulge it made.

'Turn round,' he commanded. She obeyed. His eyes lingered on her rear. The outline of her buttocks swelled against the bottom of the dress. He lifted the hem of the slip and admired the soft skin of her bare thighs and legs. He glimpsed the underside of her plump buttocks. He saw her shiver. 'Come with me.'

He turned and walked back through the door into the room he had just left. Mel followed. She saw it was a bedchamber. The bed was large, with four wooden posts. There was no bedding, only a white sheet. In the corner of the room was a fireplace, a log fire casting a glow across the room.

'I saw you shiver, Mel. Are you cold?'

'No, sir.'

'Stand over there by the fire. I can sense you're nervous, but there's nothing to worry about.'

'Yes, sir.' She walked over and stood in front of the fireplace.

He sat on the edge of the bed and gazed at her silhouette. The light from the flames behind her lit up the outline of her body through the thin material of her dress, such as it was. He saw the outline of her hips, thighs, the small triangular gap between them, her bare legs. Her long wavy hair framed her face, its fair strands lit by the flames. 'You really are gorgeous!'

Mel smiled, started to speak, but he interrupted. 'Just stay there for a moment. I want to look at you before we do anything.'

Mel stood still as he gazed at her. She was trembling slightly but was warmed by the fire behind her. In fact she was beginning to feel flushed, sure that her face must be reddening. Her buttocks surely were!

'Relax, Mel. This is going to be a pleasure for both of us. I don't know what you've heard about me -- I don't want to know. Tonight I'm just a man with needs and you're my visitor who is going to share her body with me. I'm not taking you by force, you are giving yourself to me. This is not abduction. I am taking you as a gift. Your father sent you, but now you are here, you are responsible for yourself. You will give yourself to me, won't you?' She nodded, eager to please: 'Yes, sir.' He smiled: 'That's good.'

He stood, walked up to her, stood close, towering over her. He stroked the top of her head, caressed her hair. His hand slid down her back, slipped around her waist, pulled her closer. She sighed. 'Turn round. Face the fire.' She obeyed. He stood close behind her, placed one hand on her waist and with the other he lifted her mane of golden hair from her neck. He lowered his face and placed his lips on her bare neck. He kissed her there, gently, around the nape of the neck, below her ears, across her shoulders. Her body gave an involuntary shudder. Goosebumps rose on her bare arms. 'You like that?' She murmured, 'Yes...' He kissed her neck and pulled her body to his. She felt his hardness against her rear. He let her hair fall and stood away from her, then took her hand and pulled her gently around, to face him. She looked up into his eyes.

All of a sudden he grabbed her with both hands, by the waist, lifted her off the floor and carried her to the bed, as easily as if she were a doll. He placed her on bed, standing. 'Stay there, stand up straight.' She found her balance and stood on the bare sheet. 'Now you're taller than me,' he said, grinning. He looked up and down at her slim body. His eyes were level with her chest. 'Take that off now.' Mel gulped and reached down to the hem of the slip. She took it in both hands and lifted it up over her head then let it fall onto the bed. She suddenly felt vulnerable, standing there in only her undies. She saw him look at her little white knickers with the pink bow on the waistband, remembering what Maya had said. Sure enough, the baron's face lit up, his eyes wide, mouth open, staring between her legs.

'Very nice!' he said, licking his lips. 'Keep them on for the moment.' His gaze rose to her chest, her bare breasts exposed. He looked at the smooth soft flesh of her buds and their pink nipples. He moved closer and kissed her chest, between them. He then ran his tongue over one breast, then the other. He kissed and licked her, alternating between them. Her nipples quickly hardened. She could not hold back a moan of pleasure. She felt a pulse of lust run through her. She knew she was getting wet -- it might show if he looked at her knickers again...

'Now I feel overdressed,' he said, stepping back. He reached down and undid the bow of the sash, pulled it free and let the robe fall open at the front. He saw her eyes move down there. His cock was fully erect, pulsing, swinging between his legs. She let out an involuntary gasp. It was bigger than her father's, or that stable lad's one. He saw her looking, smiled, then shrugged the robe off. It fell to the floor and he stood naked. 'Lie on the bed.'

Mel obeyed, lay on her back in the centre of the large bed. The silk sheet was smooth, luxurious. She was almost overwhelmed by the emotion, excitement, stimulation, to be here in the fire-lit room of the lord of the manor. It was time for her to give herself to a man.

He climbed onto the bed, on his knees, straddling Mel's slender, fertile body. His cock hung over her, pointing horizontally forward over her stomach. He leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. She responded, let her lips give to his, felt their tongues meet... The further stimulation increased her desire. She felt his cock press against her bare stomach, wondering how it would fit in her...

He pulled away, looked down at her body. 'Now you're the one who's overdressed.' She giggled. 'Let's relieve you of these cute knickers. I'm going to keep them as a souvenir.' Her eyes widened and she laughed. He kissed her lower abdomen, just above the waistline, gently moving his lips across to her hipbones, back and forth. He ran his tongue along the waistband of the knickers. He could smell her now. He saw a small wet patch. He placed his tongue there, pressed against the thin wet cotton outlining her labia. She moaned. His tongue found its way under the material, its tip lapping against her smooth lips and downy hair. She sighed. She was certainly wet now. His tongue ran along one side of her slit then the other. She moaned again.

He moved away and placed his fingertips on the elastic waistband and slowly pulled it down over her pubis. Her mound exposed, she trembled slightly. He eased the knickers down her thighs, to her ankles, over her feet. He placed them on the side of the bed -- a trophy for later. He directed his face back to the same spot, between her slightly parted legs. He ran his tongue along her labia again, and into the pink wet gap. She tasted divine. His tongue lapped at her. He closed his lips over her opening and thrust his tongue in. She gasped and moaned. Then he pulled away again.

'I'll do that again later. For longer. But now I need to be inside you. Are you ready?' She looked up at him, doe-eyed, and nodded. He reached down, took his erection in one hand and guided it between her legs. With the other hand he parted her legs wider. She cooperated, spreading her legs apart. She was wet and open. He edged the head of his cock against her opening, ran its smooth glans against the soft wetness. Gradually, gently, he forced her open, pushed most of the swollen head into her. There was a slight resistance, but he used his hand to edge himself into her until she parted open and the head was in her. She gasped, reached her arms up and around his back. He lowered himself onto her slender frame.

His cock was pulsing as he gently pushed it into her. She felt a brief pain, grimaced, but lay still. He went deeper, opening her sex fully for her first time. He felt her wetness around his cock head and shaft. He gently pushed deeper. He looked down at her face, so young, angelic. He smiled. She smiled in return and he felt her fingernails on his back. He pushed his cock deeper into her cunt, began to gently thrust. The action became smoother, easier. He quickened his pace, pushed deeper. Finally he was fully inside her. The tip of his cock must be in her womb. His shaft throbbed inside her... his balls ached... it was time...

He looked into her eyes, gave one last hard thrust and reached his release. He sighed as the first spurt shot deep into her young body. He felt such a strong primal urge to impregnate her. His balls throbbed as they released his sperm, his shaft throbbed as it pumped his semen out. She gasped as she felt it flooding into her. Wave after wave of cum, filling her... it seemed endless... she looked up at him, eyes wide... he grimaced, groaned as he pumped the last few spurts deep inside...

He lay on her, his large body pinning hers down. He stayed inside her for a few minutes, his cock still throbbing, still hard. He kissed her on the mouth again. She smiled up at him.

Eventually he pulled out, went on his knees, looking down at her. She looked down there too. His cum seeped from her as she lay there, though she could still feel it inside her too. Between her legs was a huge wet patch, with a slight taint of red on the white sheet. She blushed. 'Don't be alarmed, Mel. You did well. It's the most natural thing in the world. Our bodies are made for this.'

She nodded, holding back a tear, smiling. Despite being taken by a much older man, the brief pain, his huge cock spreading her open, the feeling of his heavy body on hers, she had felt pleasure; she had enjoyed it. She was a woman now, she thought.

He lay on his back beside his latest conquest. He held her hand. 'Thank you, Mel, for your gift to me.'

She didn't know what to say to that. She looked at him and said, 'Well... you're welcome... sir.'

They lay side by side for a while. He reached over to caress her slender body, running his fingertips across her flat tummy and smooth thighs. He ran a finger between her legs again. She was soaking wet, still oozing her juices and his cum. He was hard again.

'Turn over. Lie face down.' She obeyed. He knelt astride the young nude, his cock -- fully erect again -- resting on her backside. He parted her buttocks with his hands, exposing her swollen labia and the smaller hole, widening as he ran a fingertip around it. He leaned down there and rimmed her anus with his tongue. She trembled. He stuck the tip of his tongue into the puckering hole. She gasped. 'On your hands and knees,' he commanded. She wriggled into position, her rear sticking out for him. He parted her legs wider and positioned himself. His huge cock was pulsing. He felt like a stud about to mount a young brood mare. He entered her cunt, rapidly, hard, thrusting deep. She moaned. He pushed as deep as he could, until his balls slapped against her bum. He increased the pace, thrusting hard and fast. Her body was trembling as he pounded her. Before long he came again, with a grunt, shooting more of his seed deep into her womb. He pumped until he was spent, then pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her. She lay against him, her head on his chest.

Moments later, Mel realised the baron had dozed off. His stout chest heaved with each breath. She moved stealthily away and looked at him. He must be twice her size and weight. His legs were hairy. His buttocks firm and large. She moved in to look closely at his balls and couldn't resist touching them. As she stroked them, he stirred but did not wake. She cupped the heavy balls in her hand, knowing they were generating more sperm already. Would he come in her again? She could smell his manly aroma, the stench of sex, the odour of his cum.

'If you like touching me there, why don't you kiss me there?' He was awake after all! Mel gulped. They made eye contact. He smiled and looked down between his legs, nodding. She moved her face closer. She planted her lips on his shaft. She could taste him, that salty-sweetness. As she ran her lips and tongue along his length, it grew and started throbbing. 'Make me come again. In your mouth.' Mel did not reply. She just opened her mouth wide and closed her lips over the tip of his cock. It was smooth, his glans, pulsing between her lips as she closed them over it. He arched his body, thrusting his cock further into her mouth. She gulped, took it deeper. She felt it against the back of her throat. She gagged briefly, swallowed, then started sucking his swollen shaft, running her tongue along its length... Before long she felt it throb and heard him moan... A jet of warm cum shot to the back of her mouth. She instinctively swallowed. Another spurt filled her mouth. She liked its taste, swallowed more. And more. And more. He spurted several times, filling her mouth. Cum dripped from her lips, over her chin. She swallowed as much as she could. When he finished she sat up and looked at him, smiling. 'You're getting the hang of this, aren't you, you little minx?' She giggled.

After another brief rest, he lay on his back and ordered her to climb onto him, in the sixty-nine position. She lowered her rear over his face and placed her face in his groin. 'Suck me hard again.' She took him in her mouth again and felt him start to harden immediately. She lowered her ass over his face. She felt his tongue against her vagina and felt a finger inside her. He licked her swollen labia and the wet slit and inserted his finger, lubricated with her juices, into her smallest hole. She wiggled but did not resist. His cock, now fully erect, was filling her mouth. He said, 'get on your hands and knees again.'

She obeyed. He parted her legs as wide as her could, then spread her buttocks. 'Open your mouth. Relax.' She obeyed. Her anus puckered open. He guided the tip of his cock to it, gently pushing it against the tight opening. After a moment he managed to get it partially inside. She felt smooth, tight. But he couldn't push any further in. He pulled out and thrust instead into her cunt, still wet and wide open, welcoming his full length more easily than before. He thrust a few times, then pulled out. 'Sit on me.' He lay on his back, holding his cock upright. She positioned herself and lowered her body onto his. His hand guided her as she impaled herself on his shaft. Within seconds she was riding up and down on him, her little breasts bouncing, as he thrust up into her. He looked down to see his stiff cock disappearing into her. He loved the sight of her curly pubic hair, the pink slit of her cunt, his swollen balls... with a grunt he came again, shooting up into her for the third time. She rode him until he had finished. He held her body in position. She could feel his cock still throbbing inside her.

They lay back on the bed again, side by side. She was pregnant before she fell asleep.

In the morning, after he had woken with a stiff hard-on and released his seed into Mel yet again, he summoned a maid and sent his latest conquest away. He then called the housekeeper. 'Mary, take Mel home. She's a fine young breeder, I'm sure. The village needs more like her.' She carried out her master's wishes, as she always had and always would, resolving to find more girls from the nearby villages and farms, to keep the baron content.

Such was the fate of many young women at Fairlea: to serve for procreation and for play. The power of the lord of the manor was not questioned. He showered, dressed and prepared his horse for a ride through the forest, his estate, where any female was his for the taking. What would his next outing bring?