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surprised when Kathy picked up her skirts and fled him. He knew, of course, where she was going, and followed her to the cool, darkened hay barn. Catching her again, he threw her down into a large pile of sweet-smelling hay and yanked her skirts up practically over her head.
    “Ohh, you are a wicked boy!” Lady St. John scolded him.
    “You are a wicked wench,” he countered, grasping his engorged cock in his hand.
    “Ohh, you dare not fuck me!” she pretended to object.
    “Aye, I dare!” he growled at her. “I shall fuck you hard, and I shall fuck you deep, madame. And you will beg me for more when I am finished with you.”
    “Nay, darling,” Lady St. John said. “You will beg me.” And she laughed. “I shall make you weep like a schoolboy, Robbie. Now fuck me!”
    And he did. Driving his thick length into her over and over again until she came with a shriek of delight. But he was not satisfied, and so he fucked her further. It was then that Lady St. John began to torment him, wrapping her silk-clad legs about him, squeezing the foraging cock tightly again and again until he began to whimper with his pleasure. She held off his release until he was almost mad with his lust. Only then did she let him come, and he flooded her. He sighed gustily. “Great God, Kathy, that was incredible! Why is it I can’t wait to fuck you, and my own wife cannot engage my lust?”
    “I have no idea, Robbie. Jemima seems pretty and affable enough,” Lady St. John answered him. “Try harder with her, please. Your father wants you to have an heir.” Pushing down her skirts, she stood up. “That was lovely, darling, but I must go. Your father will wonder where I have gotten to, for he is most solicitous of my well-being.”
    “Don’t go,” he begged her. “I want more!”
    “You may have more later, but not now,” Lady St. John said, and then she hurried from the darkened hay barn, returning to the great manor house. She knew exactly where her husband would be at this time of day. Entering the house, she hurried up the stairs to the bedroom floor. Reaching the corridor, she stopped and listened. She heard the low pants and the soft grunting coming from the linen cupboard. Opening it, she found her husband, the woman with him on her knees sucking vigorously on Henry St. John’s cock. She assumed it was one of the maids, until the woman raised her head slightly, and Lady St. John stared into the startled eyes of Jemima St. John. “Oh, how deliciously naughty,” she murmured low. “Well, it can’t be comfortable in this cupboard. Get on your feet, girl! Take him by his cock, and bring him along to my bedchamber.”
    “Lusty wench, my wife,” Sir Henry said. “Come on, ’Mima. Kathy will know how to give us all a good time before dinner.”
    Not knowing what else to do, Jemima grasped her father-in-law’s now stiff cock, and following Lady St. John, led him to the suggested chamber. The doors to the chamber were firmly locked and at Sir Henry’s suggestion the trio disrobed entirely, although the ladies retained their silk stockings and garters. Jemima was ordered to lie upon Lady St. John’s bed. Sir Henry mounted his daughter-in-law as his wife moved so that her cunt was directly over Jemima’s head.
    “Lick and suck her, girl,” his lordship ordered as he began to fuck Jemima. “You’ll not come until she is ready to come. And if you don’t make her come, I’ll see that groom who fancies you, and whom you dislike so, has a go at you. Now use your tongue, girl. I can attest it’s a skillful one.”
    Jemima St. John did indeed have an expert tongue. Reaching up, she pulled Lady St. John’s nether lips apart and directed the tip of that artful tongue to Kathryn’s clitoris. Her tongue swirled and encircled it, teasing the tiny nub of flesh until it began to burgeon and swell. It occurred to her that she could taste her husband’s cum on the lady’s flesh. Had the wretch been fucking his stepmother? She