Chapter 1

The petite widow known to her fellow townspeople as Lady Linda Smythe-Jones was struggling to get into her corset with the help of her personal maid Maggie Bottoms.

She was bent over the end of the huge four post bed with her legs and arms spread wide open and her ass up high for the comely servant girl to ride with her strong torso as she pushed the pliant flesh of the attractive widow inside the hard-boned corset hooking the links one by one until the poor lady was restrained inside its comforting external bands hiding her sweet, young flesh from the touch of male improprieties.

Lady Linda hated the contraption, but she had to conform to the nuances of society which demanded that proper ladies must wear the dratted things to any social gathering.

The petite still attractive widow had been widowed for some few years now. She had decided that her income needed replenishment from her labors in the garden of dedicated training of young upper class females. The young darlings needed her expertise in their feminine contribution to the pool of available underage pussy for their rightful place as adequate receptacles for male spunk on a marriage bed and proper behavior as dutiful spouses and mothers of little ones requiring supervision.

The beautiful and high spirited widow had dutifully taken care of her much older spouse for almost a full decade marrying at the ripe old age of sixteen when he was in twilight years of manhood having just past the age of fifty. He had managed to mount her in various positions acquired from his years in India and the Far East showing her the full spectrum of the duties required of a devoted spouse in service to her respected husband.

They never had any children due to some difficulties the lord of the manor had sustained whilst participating in numerous polo matches in foreign lands. At least, that is what he had told the doctor attending him when questioning his physical attributes.

Lady Linda’s dearly departed husband often chastised her for their lack of success in producing a heir but in all fairness, his debaucheries in foreign places was the cause of their failure to launch a little one down the tubes of her feminine folds during that entire period.

At least, he had made good use of her flesh both fore and aft keeping her sexual openings well lubed with his man spunk and her own divine juices in copious emissions.

Poor Lady Linda missed his nightly explorations and depraved tricks that often made her pant with youthful eagerness to find that elusive tingle that made her shake with unseemly shivers and quakes like a silly student being subjected to nocturnal sessions under the guidance of elderly tutors of the art of love.

Her only outlet for her necessary releases had been her close relationship with her personal maid the buxom Maggie Bottoms.

Maggie now that she had finished dressing her mistress in her corset had taken a position behind her exposed French undies and pulled them down to reveal her dark thatch of pubic hair and her partially hidden brown eye ready for action. She was quite familiar with her employer’s private parts taking the role of dominant spouse in their nightly sessions, and she loved the sweet taste of Lady Linda’s lovely, lush landscape between her long, lean legs. Her tongue was soon dipping deep inside the depraved damsel’s depths with deviant desire and dedicated devotion to express the full extent of her lust for her mistress’s long-awaited orgasm.

“Maggie, I have decided to start a school for young ladies. I want to teach them all that I have learned from Sir Harry and show them how to behave like proper females to tend to their future husband’s needs.”

Maggie found it difficult to respond at that very moment due to having her mouth filled with Lady Linda’s female juices and swallowing as fast as possible to prevent it from soiling the clean sheets on the bed. The servant girl used her free hand to cleave into Lady Linda’s back door to paradise and she inserted her determined fingers all the way up her brown eye in need of such attention after the departure of the lord of the manor in a final manner.

“My lady, my sister and I would enjoy working with you at the new school. Will you use the manor or rent a fashionable building for the school?”

The devoted female servant referred to her younger sister who had recently arrived from the small village that they called “Home” in the Territories. It was a place of poor topsoil and rocky terrain and the farmers cursed their misfortune for being sat on it and spoke poorly of their bad luck at being tied to such a discouraging place. Most of the young men moved away and that left the young Marion with no prospects of marriage and no love for remaining in such a dismal location.

“My Marion may be a virgin and not know much about love or lust, but she is a good girl, and she would enjoy taking care of you in anyway you so desire. Please use her and show her the way to being a proper lady and all trained to service her husband the proper way, my lady.”

Lady Linda was quite excited by the prospect of sampling the younger sister’s flexibility in some of her departed spouse’s repertoire of filthy cleaving learned in far away places. The fact that the fresh faced young girl was still a virgin was most inspiring to her feminine core of passionate desire. She did her best to calm her aroused pussy with her skillful fingers but the thought of the girl in naked splendor was too much to subdue her need to rub one out in an effort to chase away the vivid scenario from her oversexed mind.