Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A distant relative of a famous family.

When a person of gentle nature attempts to make his way in the world relying on his wits and well-educated schooling, it often results that the reality of cronyism and family ties push his achievements to the side in favor of someone infinitely less qualified but with the advantage of a favored connection.

I put quill to paper to relate my experiences in finding suitable employment in the Hampshire's, a region to which I had many fond memories and a relationship of sorts with my famous cousin "Darcy" residing in the magnificence of Pemberly, an estate renowned with justifiable admiration.

I had last been to Pemberly whilst a child and I remember running the length of the well-manicured gardens with childlike enthusiasm. Now that I was full-grown, my youthful exuberance seemed immature but I was tempted to do much the same in the absence of witnesses. My famous cousin was occupied in London on business. He was so dreadfully immersed in commerce these days that it caused him to be often away from the family estate. I found this development in his character to be divers strange with an attractive new wife and two happy children to have and to hold. His marriage, at least when viewed from a public window, was quite successful despite the fact he had married far below his station for that most desperate reason of all ... Love.

My name is William. I have a horrible nickname of "Billy" like some stable hand with little or no schooling and a hat permanently tipped to the gentry.

It must be noted with some degree of regret that my last name does not matter for I am neither a Lord nor a titled personage. I had considered a calling to Holy Orders but my temper was ill-suited to such an endeavor. Besides, the funds needed to establish such a route were as scarce as dowries to a family immersed in financial shortcomings and offspring of a female gender and not trust of their own. Even a minor role in the military sphere was out of the question because of the cost of uniforms and the fact I had an absolute dislike of violence involving the spilling of blood.

It seemed an ideal time for me to make my escape from my familial haunts as I was embroiled in some distasteful accusations of paternal responsibility from two separate and distinct directions. One was from the daughter of the chief groom of my father's stables. Her name was Gwen and she was as fair a young girl as one was likely to find without benefit of dowry or family name. In the spirit of complete honesty, I will readily admit that I had mounted the tasty treat on more than one occasion. Her swollen belly was mute testimony of her veracity in the matter of being with child but I doubted I was the "only" suspect in the matter. The other case was far more serious because it involved the ward of a powerful Lord in the adjoining estate. The Lord also had the fearful responsibility of administering justice in the area as he was the only judge approved by the crown. That nubile and very pregnant female was called Rose and she was the youngest daughter of a man with enough power to ruin my life forever. In this case, I fear I must admit some degree of certainty that the offspring was mine because I did take the girl's delicious cherry and I was totally unaware of any other suitors within reach of her captivating bush. Still, she was a female possessed with a shrill tongue and a caustic comment for any thought that emerged from a well-meaning person's mouth. If not for that fact, I would have been content to enter the spider's web of marriage hoping for a sizable dowry to ease the loss of liberty.

I have been raised to believe that man is a superior creature and even more so when compared to members of the opposite sex or those less fortunate than to be born in England and not some inferior country of little distinction or good breeding.

My excursion to Pemberly this past week was a good example of the truth of my beliefs because I noted that the place was both well run and orderly even in my cousin's absence. His cousin's wife and children were taking full advantage to visit her family in their tiny residence in a less advantaged section of the rural landscape. I had no inclination to pay my respects to the smaller establishment or to effect any connection with the wife's unfortunate family. When I advertised my family connection to the estate manager I was accorded a fine meal in the main dining room with full access to any wine of my choice. It made the entire affair a success in my mind but I considered the treatment only my just due by right of unimpeachable family connection and certified birthright.

It was my good fortune to meet a fine gentleman in the card tables in town who professed to knowing my cousin Darcy and in his words stated,

"A finer gentleman I have never met."

In all honesty, I must agree with this assessment because Darcy was a man of both principles and Ideals and was a role model for me in every respect except for his dreadful match of a marriage.

The fellow was not of the upper echelons of society but still was successful lawyer with a practice that accentuated commercial interests rather than criminal. He inquired if I would be interested in joining his firm in a purely advisory role since I was conversant with all of the niceties of upper crust society and was welcome into any home based on my claim to family connections. His name was Thumper. His first name was Roscoe but he preferred to be called Thumper and I could readily understand why.

His invitation to dinner at his home was most fortuitous because I had not received my monetary stipend from my trust fund due to inclement weather making the postal service quite tardy. His house was modest but well-appointed and I could see from the tapestry and the art on the wall that he had illusions of finer living and I could find no fault in such ambition for I was of like mind as well.

The roast was indeed superb and I did not hesitate to take a second portion to follow the first giving my compliments to the quality of the dish and the attention given to its preparation.

My host informed me that his recently departed spouse was not a good cook but now he had hired a chef from a famous restaurant in London to prepare all his meals as he felt it was time for him to enjoy the culinary arts. His buxom but beautiful daughter Diana laughed with her mouth filled but I took enjoyment in her pleasure of eating. There were so many young women these days who took to eating plain and scarce in order to present slim flanks to their boyfriends and lovers. This young lady looked like she could give a whit less about what any male thought of her rump and was willful enough to do what she pleased in both consumption of food and drink and in the adornment of her body with suitable attire. She was without corset and I rather liked that freedom because it filled my depraved thoughts with schemes on how to access her goodies without her father realizing his daughter was being sampled by his new employee.

It was extremely fortunate that the fates were in my favor and he was called away to a client for an emergency consultation about losses sustained by the sinking of his ship in the Indies. The gracious young Miss Diana took me for a "tour" of the house and we dallied in the upstairs corridor long enough for me to determine she was quite willing to bend over with her dress raised for my quick entry and even quicker release of spunk into her tight little channel. We returned to the dining room before her father returned and he was sharp enough to remark that she had some new signs of color in her cheeks that had not been present when he had left. The smart young girl laid immediate blame on the banking of the fire which had been recently stoked for additional heat in the cold winter air.

In the following weeks, I enjoyed my new bosses fellowship and on certain opportunities cemented my relationship with his voluptuous daughter Diana spending quite copiously in her narrow entrance. She never made any demands on me and I was happy just to have her favor without any thought to a long term contract of any nature.

It was when my boss called me into the office to discuss my future that I discovered which way the wind was blowing. He told me that his holdings were quite extensive and that his daughter would be his only heir. I immediately surmised that he related this to me in the eventuality I might formulate some plan of a closer union with his nubile and ready to be joined in holy matrimony daughter. Once the thought was in my head, I found it impossible to shake it out and return to my usual pick and choose bachelor ways finding pretty flowers in unlikely places.

With her father in the garden instructing the head gardener about ways to destroy the moles plaguing the floral display and my cock safely buried in her happy little slit, she looked over her should and announced in a calm and softly spoken voice that she was "with child" and that we would soon be having a "bastard" unless we took immediate steps to organize a union.

I am ashamed to admit the way she spoke in her genteel manner and the use of the word bastard caused me to flood her interior in a depraved and inappropriate way at a very sensitive moment. It didn't take me very long to gather my thoughts and I managed to propose before she scarcely had time to rearrange her attire.

We both looked up as her father entered from the terrace and she choose to tell her sire that his daughter was now engaged and that wedding would take place the following month as soon as the banns were completed. It was in that manner that I received my answer and I was relieve that she was of a benevolent nature because it was quite difficult to imagine being in concentrated copulation with a single female for the remainder of my life.

The dowry was more than sufficient and my new wife was most willing to perform any act I suggested behind closed doors. It was a time when I could truly appreciate the changes wrought by married life and my opinions of shackled victims suffered a drastic revision. The birth of our young daughter Elizabeth was the highlight of the new season and soon we were content in our wing of the house with lots of privacy and no operating expenses to be considered because of the generosity of her parent.

I never did meet up with my cousin Darcy until after the birth of my second child, a son and heir this time who I had the inclination to name Darcy in honor of my famous cousin but was convinced it would be taken in the wrong light and not for the simple fact of admiration as intended. I could see the wisdom in that fact and named him William instead.

Darcy looked at me with that blank stare that I had grown accustomed to because our part of the family was quite obscure and of little consequence but I was fully satisfied because in my heart I knew I was just as successful as he only for entirely different reasons.

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