I came home around seven of the clock that calamitous eve following a fresh lope around my estate. The sun was setting over the far horizon like a glowing orb on that strong natural spring eve. I handed the reins of my steed to my ostler and made my way indoors seeking my dinner.

Captain Cook was waddling around as was her her wont, her pendulous bosoms swaying and ample cheek wobbling. My view turned to a lonely evening. She sensed my mood.

"aspect I ent sucking your nob,"she insisted,"No criminal offence but I be a 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 give my dinner then if you please,"I ventured.

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

"Yes very well Captain James Cook I will stomach 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 wench and woo her, if you want's my advice, you ent bad looking, and you ent short circuit of a shilling, there's lots of wenches would start at chance."

"Really ? Here ? 20 mil 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 gage 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 Captain Cook would relent,"I spose I better have a suck or you won't get no sleep and be like a sore with a bare brain in morning."she usually opined, between regular disappearance to check up on on her baking.

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

"Disease, James Cook, Disease."I explained.

"Then get a pure ‘ un, some gentlewoman fell on hard prison term,"she suggested.

"Oh wonderful, shall I advertize in the Harrogate times, ‘ woman of the street required, suit fallen gentlewoman,"I enquired.

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

"rightfulness some prim virginal impoverished female child,"I sighed.

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

"Cook you have a nasty devious intellect,"I agreed,"I shall pen the advertisment forthwith."

I did as she said, ‘ Governess required for one valet de chambre situate in a quiet land the three estates, would suit a well educated madam of pinnace years. delight apply ... etc ... etc.'and I sent it the following good morning with the President Carter for delivery to the Flying horse to catch the spot double-decker to Harrogate.

I was not exactly deluged with answer, despite two visits to the post house in Harrogate to match for answer but then my chance changed. Not one but three respondents. Fortunately each gave her age so with application of a modicum of logical system 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 Mon forenoon, a slender someone riding in a two wheel hole with the Blacksmiths'lad from Froxby. A slender damoiselle as far removed from from Captain Cook ample personage as one might imagine.

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

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

"Ah Aimscott cicatrix, not for the swoon hearted !"I agreed,"But come on in, send the go-cart away for now and I shall get off the lad to recall it when we are done."

"But my travelling bag,"she protested.

"I shall get the boy to facilitate you with them,"I said and ordered the Blacksmiths Lad,"Boy, luggage, inside, now, chopper, chop."

"Are you always that rude ?"she asked.

I went to defy the horses head."Yes, concise and to the point 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 young lady Fortesque inside,"How do you like my baseborn residence ?"I asked.

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

I showed her into the study,"Please claim a hind end. May I take your hat and coating ?"I asked as the hotness from the coal fire blazing in the hearth strike 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 dark grey pelage from her shoulders and hung it on the point of view together with her wide brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the small upright cane chair.

With her coat removed a sporting though worm greyness dress was revealed, together with modest cleavage. Medium length nut brown hair, a slender neck opening. My member stirred.

I slid the door pinch, she looked dismay,"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 move. I stood behind her chairwoman and squeeze my deal down her cleavage spreading her dress and releasing her humble mounds.

"No, blockade !"she protested and she fell sideways as the professorship toppled. I held her and pull the dress wide as she fell.

"dear god no !"she wailed but my ovolo were in her underskirt and underthings pressing them down to let out her most buck private place. Soft pink, yielding with just a loose covering of nut brown down.

"My excuse,"I explained,"But conjunction is not readily achieved in such alone space 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 smash. I managed to kvetch off my bang and sink my knee breeches she tried fought to free herself and to get out up her doll to cover herself.

It was hopeless I was vastly stronger and bombastic than her and her elbow grease were quite ineffective.

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

Suddenly my penis exploded in a calamity of agony, somehow she had contrived to thrust her knee right hand into my rampant rod and even as I doubled in agony she smashed her other knee into my jaw bone.

I must have passed out.

"Sir John ?"a distant voice enquired."Sir John ?"

"My straits,"I complained,"My jaw. My member, What happened ?"

Miss Foresque was beside me, my facial expression was soaking wet, bloom were strew across the flag endocarp, an void vase discarded.

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

"Dear god my question, my appendage, where are my breeches ?"I demanded.

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

Her wearing apparel had fallen away from her chest showing her small but perfectly mould breasts,"Oh ?"

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

"No, no I don't, nor a wife nor have I had,"I admitted, as I sat up my head throbbing."It is lonely here, I have needs, manly needs, I need a whore, but not a diseased prostitute, a gentlewoman to school as my whore."

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

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

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

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

"Then we have an conformity,"she agreed,"Shall I lay for you now or hold off until this evening ?"

"Excuse me ?"I exclaimed.

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

"I own I am puzzle,"I explained.

"Oh very well, lie back and I shall please you as our chambermaids were wont to do to father,"she explained.

I lay back and stared at the celing as she came forward, straddled me and began to slump down towards my member. She had to adjust her attitude a bit of meter but finally she was poised above my rigid pole. Slowly she sank down, the subdued moist lips of her womb gently engulfed my member and with but a I stifled cry she slipped the last few inches until entirely sheathed and then started rocking back and forth.

"Do I please you ?"she asked.

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

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

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

My balls were churning,"prison term to back away I believe,"I announced.

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

We both in disarray, her dress torn, my breeches discarded.

"Now you may osculate me,"she admitted,"And future 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 apparel Fall. She walked to the window,"How far does your acres reaching ?"she asked.

"Why, to the brush atop the James Jerome Hill, and beyond the corner of the valley side of meat,"I explained.

"It is important for a woman to interpret what her son shall inherit,"she admitted,"I do consider if I rest my elbows on the window cill you might pleasure me as father pleasures the scullery maid when she bends over the sink."

"Do you pass every waking hr watching your father fornicate ?"I asked.

"Of line not,"she insisted,"My Brother do it far more frequently, its so unfair that they may consort freely and I might not for awe of falling for a child."

My mind reeled, she looked round of golf at me as she rested with her elbows on the wide windowpane cill and her buttocks pleasantly deported and displayed,"So shall you mount me ?"she asked.

"Why yes, but pray give me a second to find,"I replied.

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

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

I grasped her white meat and pulled her firmly towards me pressing my penis even further inside her,"Oh my Godhead, oh that is heavenly,"she gasped,"Don't stop."

I could no more stoppage than fly to the moonlight. Her face reflected in the window field glass was a visual sensation of pleasure, beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. I rested my foreland on her shouder between drive trying to prolong the pleasure but the forces of nature could not be restrained and soon my clump expelled a surge tide of cream to shell into all her most orphic persona 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 nigh on dinner party time,"I opined,"Captain 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 Miss Fortesque has consented to be my wife,"I said proudly.

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

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

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

missy Fortesque came to the rescue, still with contribution displayed she held up her nice fist,"mummy used to take a handmaiden female child pleasure her when pappa was away, her fist was much the same size as mine."

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

"Cook get the dinner party, whether my holy person sticks her clenched fist in your admittedly cavernous uterus is not a subject of the greatest 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 window cill and let us see what we can do,"misfire Fortesque suggested.

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

I could not see misfire Fortesque's fist swoop into Cooks innards, but Cooks centre were encompassing as saucers and she gasped at the intrusion,"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 bonus and I mused if young lady Fortesque could satisfy Cook with her fist, then maybe she coud satisfy young Bessie as well and head off her falling from an unwise union with an ostler, Gardener or some such.

I retrieved the roast leg of pork from the range oven, found the vegetables and plated up a large constituent for myself and a smaller one for fille Fortesque. I ate mine. However hers was stone cold by the time she finished pleasuring Cook but that as they say is another taradiddle .