Chapter 4

Jack Sparrow’s Tale -:

I was going on seventeen but my mother had made me wear my Sunday best suit and then brushing my hair said, “Now here’s a clean hanky Jack and remember, speak carefully when her Ladyship sees you.”

I pulled her softly to me; then gently kissing her lips murmured, “ Don’t worry mother, I’ll lay my charm on her.”

She blushed a little, “ Yes ... well, so long as it’s not this disgraceful cock of yours.” Then she smiled as her hand gently groped my meaty lob.

“Mother, I hope to be an apprentice clerk for the Estate, not some passing plaything.” I teased.

She pouted playfully at me saying, “Is that what I’ve been to you recently Jack, a plaything?”

My hands ran down over my mother’s taunt breast and round her slim waist, “What you’ve been is simply very sexy.” I murmured kissing her lips with passion.

This kind behaviour had developed only recently between us and I felt her shudder softly against me.

She eased me away from her; blushing, “ Yes well ... be off with you Jack and remember all I’ve said.”

I set off for the manor house pondering on how life at home had altered this past year since father died; in a horrible working accident on the Estate where he’d been much of his working life. He had only been in his early thirties.

Mother, not yet thirty, had been grief stricken. I was just fifteen when it happened and I’d had to grow up rather suddenly while trying to fill my fathers shoes.

Gradually I began seeing mother in a different way; regarding her more intimately and sensually. The thrust of her nipples against her blouse, the stretch of her skirt over her hips, it was all torment to me. I felt when she held me now, it stoked a sexual desire for both of us; I was almost sure of it. I desperately wanted to fuck her but had not the vaguest idea of how to manage it; how to cross that invisible bridge that stood between us. All I could do was masturbate and dream.

Still, this interview for the Estate office was my first big chance in life and all would depend on how I performed with her Ladyship at the big house and suddenly that moment had arrived as I rang the bell at the main entrance five minutes before the appointed time.

The door was answered by a maid who ushered me into the hall and asked me to wait. For a short while I looked about me, rather over-awed at the grandeur of things; then a bright voice greeted me, “ Your young Jack Sparrow aren’t you?”

I turned to set eyes on the first Negro girl I’d ever seen!

I saw that we were about the same age and height but I realised she was also full of self confidence and quite beautiful in a way I’d never encountered before.

“Oh, erm sorry, yes that’s right.”

“Hello Jack, I’m Ella; we may be working together – so I hope all goes well for you; O K, just follow me and I’ll take you to see Lady Lydia.”

I was shaken; she spoke such fine English and her smile revealed gleaming white teeth ... she was so exotic!

Then I was taking off my cap as I was ushered in to meet her Ladyship and Ella had closed the door on me.

To my utter surprise the Lady was sat up in a large ornate bed.

I had imagined a dowager but she was physically attractive.

Her long flaxen hair sparkled around her neck and her startling grey eyes surveyed me almost disdainfully, “You are young Jack Sparrow?” her voice was crisp yet sensual.

“Yes My Lady”

“Your father was a fine strong man when he worked here on the Estate; we were all very sad at the tragedy that befell him here.”

“Thank you my lady.”

“How has your mother been managing since being alone?”

“It has been hard for her but we still have each other.”

She studied me for a while and her attitude to me softened.

“Well, you have your father’s build, that must be a comfort to her and I hear your good with pen and paper. - How old are you?”

“I’ll be seventeen next birthday and eager to learn my lady!”

Well lets see young Jack; now go over to that table; you’ll see some writing paper. I want you to write down something for me - anything you like”.

I thought for a bit and wrote. “I am pleased to meet your Ladyship today, and would like to serve you in any way possible.”

I took it back to her bedside, and gave it to her. She looked at the paper and looked at it; then she held it back out to me.

“Now read it for me please Jack.”

Without thinking I said, “I think you are the most beautiful lady I have ever met.”

She looked at me and laughed,

‘Your a cheeky lad and I don’t think you wrote that did you?”

I just shook my head.

“What did you write?”

I told her.”I am pleased to meet your Ladyship today, and would like to serve you in any way possible.”

“So ... you would do anything for me, but would you tell others what you had done later I wonder?”

““No my lady, certainly I would not!.”

“But if you worked here with me, I would ask you to do some very unusual things, and not tell anyone. Could you do that young Jack?”

“Yes ma’am cross my heart and hope to die.”

She nodded her head in approval and said, “Come here boy, and stand close to the bed.”

I moved as close as I could and she ran her fingers through my hair and down around my neck. Then she murmured, “Drop your breeches young Jack, I want to see your cock.”

I had not expected that.

I hesitated briefly, but got my courage up and so with a flourish, undid my buttons letting my trousers fall to the floor.

She reached out a long slender hand and in doing so revealed her shapely breast.

She stroked my half-hard cock, causing it to instantly respond to her delicate touch.

She studied it.

“Mmm ... oh yes, it is surprisingly big for a sixteen year old.”

Her slender hand gently gripped the head and slowly pulled back the foreskin, fully exposing the glistening purple head.

Her eyes now met mine, “Do you masturbate much?”

I felt my face flush with embarrassment and I simply nodded that I did.

“Does your mother know that you masturbate a lot?”

“No! ... my Lady.”

“She probably does if she has to wash your pants, does she not?”

I nodded with embarrassment.

“What would she think if she saw this great big cock of yours I wonder?”

“Don’t know my Lady.”

“No ... but I might well imagine; now Master Jack, be strait with me; would you enjoy a lot of fucking?”

I just nodded in embarrassment. “I have only done it once ma’am.” I lied in a hoarse whisper”

“Well, according to gossip it was somewhat more than once. Now you noticed the maid who answered the door to you wore a uniform?”

“Yes my Lady.”

“There will duties other than your bookwork that will require you to also be in uniform or other dress; are you agreeable to that?”

“Yes my Lady.”

Very well Jack, I can offer you employment as my personal assistant; how would that suite you?”

“I would like it very much my Lady.”

“Yes, well then I will send your mother twelve shillings and sixpence every week; and there will a fair bit more than that in commission for yourself; when things are in motion; but Jack, you must vow that your work is confidential. Do you agree to those terms of employment Master Jack?”