The traveller plodded along, astride his weary stead on a narrow winding trail. It was late afternoon and both animal and man desired an end to the long day's journey.
It was the year 1855, well-nigh twenty years into Queen Victoria's reign, a sunny Spring day, nightingales singing, insects humming, green hillocks ablaze with wildflowers. In short, a splendid day to be alive and roaming through the countryside in merry olde England.
He was a young man, barely out of his teens, lean, muscular and quite handsome, an air of self confidence, a favourite of the ladies and the envy of his male friends.
He rounded a corner and was suddenly presented with a most extraordinary sight - two young ladies in distress, clad in fine gowns and bonnets walking hurriedly towards him.
"Oh kind sir," the older, fair-haired beauty implored. "My sister and I are in a desperate situation. We have suffered a most tragic event and now find ourselves hopelessly lost! We would be forever in your debt if you would guide us home."
"Please, you must help us. Our father will provide you with a princely sum if we are delivered home safely," the equally comely raven-haired girl pleaded.
"I will definitely assist you fine ladies in your dilemma. First let me introduce myself. I am Robert Ainsley, son and sole heir to the Earl of Shaftesbury," he said, doffing has hat and bowing deeply.
This was a barefaced lie with only a slight element of truth. He was the son of the stable master employed by the Earl!
"And whom do I find myself in the presence of?" he said, dismounting his horse.
"I am Evelyn and this is my younger sister Clare. We were travelling by carriage from Bath to Cheltenham when we were robbed at gunpoint by two highwaymen. We were forced to disembark. The ruffians were approaching us when our coachman shot one of them. The other one drew back but we could hear more of them rustling in the bushes. We were so scared and ran into the woods. I do hope that Peter, our coachman is alright."
"We kept on running as we heard them calling and following us," Clare continued. "After a while it was quiet and we assumed that they had given up. The woods seemed endless until we finally arrived at this trail. The mud and brambles have ruined our beautiful gowns," she said tearfully. "I just want to go home."
During this tale of woe, Robert was devising a devilish plan to take advantage of these poor unfortunate girls. He would return them home safe and sound but in the interim, these innocent nymphets would provide him with some entertainment!
"We have less than an hour of daylight so it is impossible to return you home today. We must seek shelter before night descends. I passed a shepherd's hut a short while ago. It is rundown and will need some repairs but will serve us well. There is also a pond to water my horse. Follow me and we will be there in a few minutes," he said remounting his horse.
Evelyn and Clare dutifully followed him. "Evelyn,' said Clare. "I really like Robert and I'm convinced he is an honourable man."
"I'm not so sure," Evelyn replied. "But we do not have much choice. We must be on our guard in case he decides to ravage us."
They arrived at the thatched hut. Robert unsaddled his horse, led it to the pond and it drank profusely. He tethered it to a tree surrounded by abundant grass and then they inspected the ramshackle dwelling.
"I will make some repairs to the roof, adding some straw. I am concerned by the look of the sky to the west. It looks rather ominous and I fear that a storm is at hand. Evelyn and Clare, I want you to gather some dry wood for a fire."
Night was fast advancing as Robert finally managed to seal the roof. "If it rains, unless it is a deluge, we should stay dry."
While he was employed in this task, the girls had discreetly taken care of their toilet needs and then waded in the pond to wash and freshen up.
Robert rubbed a fire striker on a small piece of flint. The sparks ignited some straw and then he added sticks and dry branches that the girls had collected. In short order, there was a considerable blaze that they huddled around for warmth. He reached into his saddlebag, pulled out a pot and suspended it above the fire. When it boiled, he added some loose tea, steeped it and then strained it into a pewter mug which they all shared. The rest of their meagre meal consisted of salt pork and biscuits.
The repast was over just as the wind gusted simultaneously with a distant roll of thunder. They hurried into the shelter as the first fat raindrops began. Robert closed the bundle of sticks that served as a door. It was surprisingly cosy inside, only a slight draft sifting through the walls. There was a considerable amount of dry straw on the ground making it quite comfortable to lay on. Robert had removed a couple of blankets from the saddlebag to complete the bed making.
Evelyn and Clare waited to see where Robert chose to sleep. Then they selected a spot on the other side of the hut thinking they would be safe there from his amorous advances.
Robert walked across and handed them one of the blankets. "This should help to keep the chill away." It was now almost pitch black outside. He placed a candle in a small lantern, lit it and placed it on the ground, away from the straw. Evelyn and Clare took off their gowns, unfastened and stepped out of their petticoats, leaving only their silk chemises and underthings. The glow from the lantern was weak but Robert's cock twitched and grew observing them undressing. They lay down and huddled under the blanket for warmth.
Robert removed his trousers and waistcoat. He was left with a thin cotton undergarment from head to toe that he knew in spite of the dim light, clearly showed his engorged manhood. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Clare staring at him wide-eyed. He turned sideways to give her an even better view. He lay down and pulled the blanket over himself.
Suddenly there was a brilliant flash of lightning; a split second later a deafening peal of thunder and rain pelted down on the roof. Clare came running over to Robert. "I'm so scared, can you hold me until the storm is over. My father always comforts me but he's not here."
Robert lifted the blanket and she nestled in beside him, putting her arm around his chest.
"There there child. Nothing to be afraid of," he said stroking her head, feeling her young bosom pressing against his side. He reached down, undid a couple of buttons and unsheathed his hard and erect cock.
"Evelyn, you must come and join us. It is ever so pleasant lying next to Robert."
"Clare, what would our parents say? This is most unladylike. However I am shivering and as they say, 'Any port in a storm.' Robert you must not take advantage of us."
She walked over, placed the second blanket over them and settled in on the other side of Robert.
Robert was beside himself with pleasure. This was even more than he was lusting for. 'Thank the stars for the storm', he thought. Evelyn had a more ample bosom and it felt like soft pillows as she pulled closer to him.
Clare was overcome with curiosity. She kept thinking of the bulge and was determined to find out what a man's stiff member would feel like. She wondered how she could effect this without Evelyn knowing. One day in the stable she had seen a stallion's cock swelling. She watched in fascination as it grew to over a foot long. She was tempted to touch it but held back, fearing that one of the stable boys would see her. Here was another opportunity that she wasn't going to miss out on.
She moved her hand down Robert's stomach and let it stay there for a moment. She held her breath, feeling more excited than she had ever felt in her life as she edged her hand a bit lower and then touched it. Robert looked at her, smiling to let her know that this was alright with him. She lightly clasped it around the base and then slowly moved her hand up the shaft to the tip. It wasn't as long or as thick as the stallion's but it was bigger than she expected and it felt so warm to her touch. She moved her hand up and down a bit more and Robert involuntarily gasped.
Evelyn looked at Robert's expression and instantly knew there was something afoot under the covers. She pulled off the blankets revealing Clare's hand on his huge and throbbing cock. "Clare what in the Lord's name are you doing?" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry Evelyn but I just couldn't help myself. Isn't it wonderful? You must feel it."
”Clare, you mustn't conduct yourself in this manner. Think of the repercussions if anyone finds out."
In spite of this, she could not take her eyes off Robert's erect penis.
"I suppose though that there is no harm in just touching it."
She moved down to get a closer view. Clare joined her on the other side "It is rather magnificent. It seems to have a mind of its own as it sways to and fro." She reached out and touched the tip and rocked it back and forth. "It is so rigid and shrouded in such a pretty purplish covering. She pulled down the foreskin and the head was revealed. "It reminds me of a mushroom cap. She continued to survey it all the way down to the base. She was so close now that Robert could feel her heavy breath on it.
"And look at these hanging orbs underneath ," Clare said cupping her hand under his balls. She lightly traced her delicate fingers around them and then moved up and clasped him at the base of his prick and began rubbing up and down. Evelyn was doing the same near the tip.
It was almost as if Robert was dismembered, so to speak. They treated his genitals like they were an entity unto themselves as they continued to play with his privates. Robert couldn't be happier but wondered if he could control his ejaculation with their intimate attention.
"Girls, I must caution you. Further inspection may result in an eruption. Can you please desist for a moment while my cock settles down. In the meantime it is my turn to study your young nubile bodies. It would please me very much if you remove your chemises."
"Evelyn, Robert is right. It would be very rude of us not to allow him a similar examination." She reached down and pulled the chemise over her head. She was now naked to her waist leaving only a pair of cotton drawers below. Her bosom was on the smallish side but very nicely formed with little pink pointy nipples.
"You are very beautiful Clare. May I be so bold to propose touching them?" Robert asked, while Evelyn looked on.
"You may," is all she could reply, rapidly breathing.
Robert gently put his hands on her breasts and then used his thumb and forefinger to lightly tweak her girlish nipples.
"Oh that feels wonderful. I feel like I'm going to swoon!"
Emboldened, Robert moved his mouth close. "I must kiss them," he said brushing his lips on one and then the other little nub. He then sucked on them and Clare cried out in pleasure.
In his peripheral vision, Robert noticed Evelyn disrobing. He turned and looked at her. Her exposed bosom was considerably larger than Clare's but upright and equally appealing. Her nipples were erect and she had brown areolas encircling them. He beckoned her to draw nearer and while he continued to suck on Clare's nipples, he reached out and fondled Evelyn's breasts.
"Please kiss mine too Robert," Evelyn requested, moving beside Clare.
Robert went back and forth touching and licking each sister's nipples. At intervals, he applied long kisses to their lips.
"I think it is time that Robert should observe our lower extremities." Clare announced, tugging downward on her drawers until she was naked as the day she was born.
"I agree dear sister. I think it is only fair that Robert see our most private parts," she said removing her drawers, lying down next to Clare and opening her legs. Evelyn, after her initial reluctance was now a willing participant.
Robert also removed his garment, so they were all naked. He placed the lantern a little nearer so he could clearly see the girl's quims. He looked from one to another, so close to them that he could smell their sweet nectar. Evelyn had little blonde curls on her mound, while Clare's was dark and fuller. Their lips were similar but Evelyn's had more of a hood at the top.
He tentatively reached out and received no resistance from them. He began with Evelyn. He rubbed his index finger on her lips, then paid particular attention to her clitoris. She threw back her head and sighed. He pushed his finger into her vagina an inch or so and then withdrew it. It was glistening with moisture. He brought it to his mouth and licked it.
"Oh Robert, please touch me that way," Clare said, spreading her legs wider. "You may also kiss me there if you desire it."
Robert fingered her and then probed deep inside her. He pulled it out and rubbed the juices on her baby honey spot. He was overcome with desire as he bent down and started licking her sweet lips. He even let his tongue travel lower and lapped at her little rosebud.
"Oh Robert, I am dying, you bring me such pleasure," Clare said breathlessly.
Robert shifted his attention to Evelyn. He licked and tongued her in the same manner until she was also writhing with pleasure. Robert's cock was still very hard as he continued to administer pleasure to the girls. Clare noticed this.
"Robert you have been so good to us. Clare, we should return the favour. I suggest we apply many kisses to his manhood. Would you like that Robert?"
"I would like that very much," Robert said, lying on his back with his cock at attention, awaiting their eager mouths."
Evelyn got between his legs and kissed the tip of his penis. She then licked it with her tongue. She was overcome with lust as she took it deeper and deeper into her mouth, moving up and down on his shaft in a frenzy. Robert was delaying the inevitable as long as could in supreme ecstasy.
"My turn!" Evelyn reluctantly edged aside as Clare took her place and sucked Robert's rock hard phallus anew. Evelyn didn't move far away though awaiting her next session with him. Clare had evidently learned a lot from watching her sister as she expertly devoured his cock all the way to his bollocks. This was too much for Robert and all his self control was now for naught.
"My eruption is imminent," he cried out. Clare was too overwhelmed with erotic thoughts to heed his warning. In a moment he started to spurt. She looked a little shocked by this event and quickly removed her mouth. Robert spurted at least five more times, some of which landed on the girl's cheeks as they closely observed his ejaculation.
"What a gusher!" Clare exclaimed as she swallowed Robert's initial spurt. "Evelyn, it tastes wonderful. There is still some oozing, you have to try some." Evelyn wrapped her lips around the head and received the last few drops. She continued sucking him to make sure she didn't miss any. The sisters in turn licked each other's cheeks of his delicious cum, then searched out and greedily gobbled up all the sticky deposits on Robert's stomach and chest until he was clean.
The girls alternately applied wet kisses to Robert's lips enraptured by their first sexual experience. They wrapped themselves under the blankets, cuddling in a close bond to each other and one by one fell asleep. During the night though, the girls periodically surfaced and their hands wandered all over Robert's body as he slumbered, his cock being the main object of their desire. Never before had a man had such sweet dreams!
The next morning Robert awoke as dawn was breaking with Evelyn giving him a passionate kiss. When he opened his lips to meet hers, she pushed her tongue into his mouth and he responded in kind. She hungrily sucked his tongue as if it were a child's soother. At the same time, Clare had slipped under the covers and was sucking on his rapidly expanding prick. Robert wasn't much of a religious man but he was certain that he must have died and gone to heaven, now being rewarded for his good deeds on earth.
His cum was rapidly rising as he pondered a reason to postpone the girls journey home for at least one more day. He was thinking that it would not be hard to convince them of whatever scheme he concocted!
