My father was a regular absentee from the town on account of
inspecting the distant farms and remained away for long periods of
time. Therefore, I found it convenient to leave the luxury of my
bedroom and sleep with the maids in their quarters. It was on the
contention of being alone but the real reason was to enjoy their lewd
company and lecherous behaviour. It was the sight of their naked
bodies which spurred me to this suitable alibi.

The sleeping place was a large hall with a wooden floor covered with
thick layers of woollen rugs as an effective means to ward off the
cold draft. At one end of the hall there was a big fireplace fed with
big logs of wood and the orange flames created a charming surroundings
very suitable for romance.

I was very eagerly invited by the maids as they too wanted a hot male
in their cold beds. The young girls wished me to sleep with them but I
always chose a matured woman. I knew from experience their usefulness,
as with them the possibility of a sexual intercourse existed which the
young virgins could never offer.

I was peculiarly attracted towards a newly interned woman. She was
very graceful, tall and thin lady with a delicate face, a narrow neck,
shinning voluptuous eyes, heavy breasts and very wide buttocks. She
welcomed me with a soft greeting on her exotic lips. Her smiles were
the smiles of the flowers.


Naturally I accepted her offer to the dismay of the other women. She
received me in her bed and, after the lights were gone, she briefly
kissed my cheeks and closed her eyes. I, judging my failing furlough,
breathed a bleak sigh and resigned to my defeat and took a very
disturbed sleep.

The night had begun its long journey towards the dawn but I was wide
awake and propounding some strategy to gain the closeness of this
licentious woman. I crept very near and placed my hand on her
shoulder. She moved nor objected to my audacity. I ventured forth,
cupped her breasts, plucked her nipples in my fingers and, out of my
rising passion, treated them rather unfairly.

She opened her sleepy eyes and hugged me closer. I said, 'dear, you
are very sweet, I like you.' She whispered sharply, 'silence, ears are
here; they hear everywhere.'



I quickly removed my clothes, pulled up her blouse and petticoat,
wrapped my body around her and caught her lips in a perpetual hold.
Were they flowers or buds? I was strangely suffocated by the touch of
that completely naked Amazon queen. The animal heat and the piquant
aroma rising from her womanhood totally disabled my senses.



She was heaving very heavily and stings of her fiery breath were
burning patterns on my neck and cheeks. She pressed my head so
strongly on her breasts that her erect nipples almost touched my
throat. I, having an uncanny desire to bite the hard apples, sharply
closed my teeth on one of them. She groaned with pain and replied the
assault by deeply digging her sharp teeth on my shoulders. I retorted
with an equal callous and the game of attack and retreat continued.
Now I became intrepid and travelled my hands to her back, buttock and
finally her cunt. The spot was soft, wet and hot as the fireplace
itself. She held my hands, pressed it to her clitoris and motioned me
to jerked it up and down quickly.

I was keeping up my endeavours very effectively, and in return, she
was obliging my penis. In this war of love, I was losing very quickly
and was nearing the end as she ran her hands very briskly on my prick,
masturbated it, and squeezed my balls.



As  a sequel to the end, I tried to mount her but she said in my ears,
'not in that way dear, I am unclean. Lie by my side and increase the
pressure of your hand, you are much too milder, possess and massage my
nut rigidly. Treat me savagely, terrorise me, or tear me to bits with
strong bites and please yourself to your content, but you may not
fuck.'



This strange remonstration was utterly dishevelling but I waded
forward, guided by the strong currents of my emotions.  Unmindful of
her words, I tried to mount her again but this time she gruffly
brushed me aside. I had no more trials but sighed a moan, almost a
sob, as the greatest opportunity of my life had trickled throw my
fingers.



I kept up the good work and, among sighs and sexy epithets,  she
discharged very powerfully for several minutes like a river which had
torn its bank, wetting my hands and her thighs with her fluid of
pleasure. Then the movements of her hands on my penis became very
frantic, I became senseless and, finally not able to hold my piety,
inundated her whole hand with a large quantity of my sperms.

We said nothing but deeply embraced, kissed and arms in arms were
drowned in a trance of quietude. I slept  late in the afternoon but
when I woke up, she was gone.