Abbey Hall
Copyright© 2025 by Tedbiker
Chapter 11
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Ralph, the 18 yo son of a Committee advisor, is given the task of developing a neglected country estate. He has much to do, and needs support in doing it. This is the story of acquiring the help, female, sexy, attractive help, and how their relationships grow and the work develops.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Post Apocalypse Harem First Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy
Christmas was lively. Not only myself and twelve ladies; but also James Darby, the vet, and Peter McAllan, the smith. James, apparently, was very taken with Sarah, and the feeling was mutual. Peter, though, was caught in a dilemma. Both Sally and Betty had fixed on him, and neither would relinquish. Not that they were arguing. In fact, the main problem was with Peter, who couldn’t quite get his head round the idea of having two wives. He came to me in my office, Boxing Day morning, and I couldn’t help laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“I have seven ladies I would have been happy to marry. I asked Lottie, but she insisted I be available for the others, as the limit is six. You have only two, though I’m willing to bet they’ve both got plans for adding more, once they’ve got you hooked. Is there something wrong with Betty? Sally?”
“Of course not! They are both lovely. I can’t choose one over the other.”
“So marry both, for God’s sake! You know that even after you all returned from the Middle East, there are still four women for every man in this country. That is why the Committees, all of them, agreed to change the law to permit up to six women to marry one man. That way, we don’t lose any genetic diversity, and every lady gets to have a husband, though sadly, there are dishonourable men who abuse the situation, and ladies who perhaps are less attractive, or just not interested. But over all, we men need to step up and do our part.”
“James has only got to deal with one,” Peter said, a little sullenly.
I snorted. “I’ll bet when Sarah reels him in, she’s got plans for more too. But that’s between Sarah and Peter. Look. I approve of you, or we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Go away. Talk to Betty and Sally. Explain the way you feel. Let them tell you how they feel. Then do the right thing.”
He left, trudging slowly, but held the door for Sophie, who was carrying the ‘morning break for two’ tray, then he left. Sophie placed the tray on my desk and handed me a mug of coffee. Coffee, at least the Robusta, which was being grown in the southern Alps, was getting almost affordable. In fact, even the village shop was keeping some unroasted beans. She took her own mug and a slice of Christmas cake on a plate, and sat where I could see her easily. She had on no panties, and her hard nipples were making dents in the fabric of her blouse.
We were half-way through our snack and Mister Dick was definitely showing signs of interest. She took a sip of coffee and looked up, catching my eyes. “I wish to ask a favour.” she stated. “I am now eighteen.”
“Yes, we enjoyed your party a few days before Christmas. I’ve always thought it was a bit hard for a child to have a birthday right near Christmas.”
She nodded. “And this year, I wish for a special present.”
I closed my eyes for a moment. From time to time one of my ladies would manoeuvre me into something I might otherwise have avoided. I sighed, and asked, “What favour? What present?”
“My implant is due to be replaced. I would like to not renew it, and have a baby.”
“I suppose you’ve discussed this with the others?”
“Yes, and I have unanimous approval. Of course, you would have to have a lot of sex with me, and that might be a burden...” She finished her coffee, and I followed suit. She stood. Moved, as if heading for the door.
“Sophie, don’t you dare leave right now. Come here.”
She slowly turned and came to me. She appeared reluctant, unless she was pretending. I patted my lap and she sat, rather stiffly. “You don’t have to pretend, sir.”
I was shocked. Pretend? Surely she knew by now... “Sophie...” I pulled her close, though she was still stiff. “Sophie, what’s the matter? Have I upset you?” Stupid question, I suppose, but does any man really understand a woman’s moods?
“You’ve been very kind,” she whispered. “Everyone’s been very kind, but I’ve been used. I know you’ve promised to marry any of us when we have a baby, but you don’t have to marry me if you don’t want to. I just want a baby.”
“Oh, Sophie, Sweetheart. Silly girl. You are beautiful. I wouldn’t have even taken you to bed if I thought there was anything wrong with you. I would be happy to marry you, baby or not, but I will be delighted to start a baby in you, I really will.”
Suddenly, she was soft and yielding in my arms and her lips fastened on mine. “Really?” she asked, a little sceptical, “you didn’t marry Miss Denham.”
“No, Sophie. That’s not quite correct. She didn’t marry me. I asked, but she refused.” I paused for a moment, and saw her surprise. “Lottie refused, because she wanted me to be able to marry the younger girls. In fact, she told me that you, in particular, needed to be my wife. So ... will you?”
“Marry you?”
“Yes.”
“Seriously? You want to marry me?”
“Yes, I do. You will be second wife after Bex, but I don’t think Bex will dominate you, and I will be marrying the others, too.”
“Wow!” Sophie gasped, eyes wide, jaw dropped. “Really, really?”
I couldn’t help it – I laughed. “Sophie, believe me, I will be over the moon to marry you.”
She didn’t answer that, not in words, not then. She twisted in my arms, held my face in both hands and kissed me intensely. I enjoyed that enormously, but my hands found the buttons of her blouse and loosened them, spreading the garment open to reveal neat breasts. She gasped again, but from passion, rather than shock. “I need you!”
She stood, and bent over, leaning on the bench, her skirt flipped up. We’d done this before, quite often. We were adept in joining in several configurations, but this was a favourite of hers. I entered her from behind, holding her hips, enjoying her curves. If it was my training in the beginning, and skill, I believe my ladies and I are now attuned in some way. The joy we find in making love, while it used to be something to be worked at, is now just a part of us, and that included Sophie.
She and I groaned through our orgasms. I slipped out of her, reached for a towel and gave it to her as she straightened up. “Thank you, sweet girl.”
James was the first to approach me for ‘permission to marry your daughter’. Of course, Sarah was not my daughter, barely even younger than me, but even so she was my responsibility. But it was not a straightforward matter. Certainly James wanted to marry Sarah, but she refused to marry him unless he also married Petra and Emma. I told him that I approved his marriage to Sarah, and would also approve his marrying Petra and Emma. “You should not have any problem coping with three of them, especially as they have decided they want it.” I did make sure it was what they wanted, though.
The next visit, though, was from Mary Thomas. “Master Ralph, Sally and Betty want me to go with them when they marry Peter McAllen.”
“And what do you want?”
“I’m torn,” she admitted. “I love what you do to me, how you’ve made room for me in your family. But I love Betty and Sally, and I respect Peter. I think it will grow into love. I don’t want you to feel...”
“Mary, all I want is for you ... and the other girls ... to be happy. I will miss you in my bed; you are lovely and sexy, but I have more than my fair share of ladies, and I’ve always felt I cannot treat you all with fairness, with the care and attention you deserve.”
“Then, sir, if I am asked, I will go with my sisters.”