A Regency Romp Ch. 01
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Author’s note – I always want more Regency-era erotica, so I thought I’d try my hand at writing one and have been enjoying the whole process a lot. Hopefully it’s as enjoyable to read!
Lady Violet Lodge looked at her sister Juliet over the rim of her teacup as their mother droned on about neighborhood gossip and tore through a stack of correspondence that had just been delivered to Segrave Manor. The sisters shared a half-amused, half-exasperated look, well used to their mother’s penchant for finding out any tidbit of news. Lady Parks’ correspondence usually consisted of letters from other ladies of the ton (also languishing in their country residences for the summer), notes from friends in the local village of Feltham, and invitations from neighbors around the county.
The rustle of papers and the sound of clinking china and silverware accompanied the remarks and reactions of Lady Parks. Nobody in the breakfast room paid the least attention to her, much more interested in their eggs and toast than her ramblings.
“Oh my!” Lady Parks suddenly exclaimed, in such a tone of voice that it even caught the attention of her daughters. She looked up from the letter in her hand with barely suppressed excitement. “Oh girls, Mrs. Murray has just informed me that Captain Olmdale has returned to The Oaks!”
Violet tried to swallow through her suddenly dry throat and coughed. After a hasty sip of tea, she croaked out, “Kit has come home?” She felt a quickening in her chest and a liquid warmth spread up to the roots of her burnished red hair. She saw Juliet studying her and cursed, for the thousandth time, the inescapable blushes that came with her flaming hair and pale complexion. She was a buxom young girl of 18, her classical hourglass figure clad in a morning dress of yellow. Juliet’s slim, straight figure was much more in style, but Violet rather liked her own plump softness.
Their mother went on reading the letter without noticing her daughter’s interjection. “He has sold out and come home, if Mrs. Murray is to be believed. Lady Barrell must be so pleased to have both of her sons in residence. I must speak with her at once! My love!” she called down the breakfast table to where her husband was buried beneath a mountain of newspapers. “I must have the carriage to call on Olivia later this afternoon!”
Lord Parks emerged from behind his newspaper and harrumphed. As this sound usually preceded a lengthy and over-tedious sermon on his wife’s frivolity, and in this case, the needless use of the carriage to travel a mere two miles in fair weather, his daughters completely ignored him in favor of discussing this new, rather incredible piece of information.
“I had not thought Kit would sell out so soon,” Juliet mused. The morning sun glinted off her hair, smoothed back in an elegant chignon. She had a lovely, milkmaid complexion that never betrayed her emotions the way Violet’s did, and hazel eyes that changed color in different lights.
“Neither had I,” said Violet. “The last time I saw him, which granted, was over six years ago, he told me he would be a career army man. He said there was nothing else for a second son.”
“Perhaps he has learned a dislike of army life. It has not been an easy time to be in the army, has it?”
Violet thought of the news reports she avidly read since Kit had left, full of battles and heroic exploits. She had tried to imagine where Kit was and what he was experiencing over on the peninsula. She had also thought often of his safety and wondered if she would know if he were killed. Would she have felt it somehow?
“No,” she said. “I don’t suppose it has been.” She tilted her head and looked at the crown molding, thinking. “I wonder if his aunt has passed. The one who always claimed she would leave everything to Kit?”
“That would make him a very rich second son, indeed, then. No need to continue a dangerous career in the army after an inheritance such as that.” Juliet paused. “And you have not heard from him these past six years?”
“No,” Violet said simply. She sipped at her teacup before realizing it was already empty. She set it down and added, “But he was always a terrible correspondent.” She smiled in fond remembrance, wondering just what Kit Olmdale looked like now. He was 17 years old when his brother, recently taking up the title of Viscount Barrell, bought his commission at Kit’s request. Just a boy really, grieving the loss of his father, ready to start a new life. He had already been handsome and charming at that age. Now he was a man, and this thought caused a new blush to spread becomingly across Violet’s pretty features.
Juliet smiled knowingly, but said nothing further.
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At that very moment, Captain Christopher Olmdale, younger brother to Viscount Barrell and known to all of his friends and family as “Kit”, was watching his cock disappear between the plump, red lips of Alice, one of the upstairs maids. It was only his second morning since returning to The Oaks, his brother’s Lara Escort country seat in the County of Hampshire. He had not expected this erotic treat so soon after arriving, and he was greatly enjoying it.
He had awoken to what he thought was an early hour, fooled by the weak light coming through the curtains. He had forgotten how gray it could be in England during the summer. Believing he had ample time before the servants began their household duties of lighting fires and bringing fresh water, Kit had taken his cock, always hard in the morning, in hand. Unused to the heavy, luxurious bedding, he had also thrown off the covers as he began to pleasure himself.
Alice had entered Captain Olmdale’s room very quietly, as she had been taught by Mrs. Hendricks, the eagle-eyed housekeeper of The Oaks. She had crept in with her head down and had closed the door softly behind her. Then she had turned and nearly dropped the can of hot water she was carrying at the sight of Kit’s highly aroused, muscular body on the sheets. His eyes had been closed and he was fisting his large cock slowly but firmly.
She had set her cargo down as quietly as she could and padded closer, eyes riveted to his huge, dripping member. It was the second prick she had ever seen, and it was much larger than the stable boy’s. Jem was only 18 years old to her 19, but he was from London and thus very worldly. He knew things she did not and had started to teach them to her a few months ago when he started work at The Oaks.
“Oh sir,” Alice had whispered, startling Kit from his pleasurable reverie. “Can I help you with that, sir?”
Kit had slowly sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his cock jutting out in front of him. His thick, tawny hair, a little longer than was fashionable, fell across his forehead before he brushed it back. He studied Alice, her ripe, young body practically bursting from the tight stays of her dress. Blonde curls escaped from under her cap, and her bright blue eyes were avidly eager. More young than beautiful, but still very attractive.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Kit said, unsure if he had heard her correctly.
He did not look angry, but it was hard to tell with lords and ladies, and Alice stammered her reply. “Oh sir, Jem the stable boy says as it’s my duty to help young men when they get into difficulty. He says I should be ready to service any man at any time.” She bobbed a curtsey in confusion.
Kit smiled, a little bemused. “Is that right?”
Alice nodded furiously, her cheeks now a bright red. She had felt so sure of herself before; Jem had explained it all very clearly to her, but now, standing there with a damp heat between her thighs, she didn’t feel as certain anymore.
“Come here,” said Kit as he stood. His voice was kind, as were his brown eyes, and she went up to him obediently and unafraid. He reached out a hand and stroked a finger down her rosy cheek, lifting her chin.
“What’s your name?”
“Alice, sir.”
“Alice, do you enjoy this… ‘duty’, did you call it?”
“Oh yes sir. It’s one of my favorite duties, sir.”
“And how often does Jem call on you to perform this duty?”
Alice had looked to the left as she thought. Her tongue peeked out between plump, red lips and Kit’s cock twitched. “Once or twice a week, I suppose, sir.”
“And do you help any others with their, err, difficulties?” he had asked.
“No sir, no one else has ever asked me,” Alice replied with an innocent shrug. Kit had smiled lazily, and reached out to pull her to him.
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Now Alice was on her knees, looking up over the hard planes of Kit’s chest and meeting his warm, brown eyes. His cock was so long, she could only fit about half of it into her mouth. She had wrapped her fist around the rest and was now slurping up and down the thick rod as he guided her head in a smooth rhythm with his hands, gripped around her temples.
“That’s it,” he crooned softly. “Suck my cock like a good little girl.”
Alice felt a shiver of pleasure run up her spine at being called a good girl. She loved to please people, and she could tell she was pleasing Kit. She continued bobbing up and down, his cock getting wetter and wetter, just as her pussy was getting wetter and wetter under her skirt. She liked to lick up and down, pretending it was a lolly from the confectioner’s shop, then fitting as much of it as she could in her mouth again. She did this over and over, loving the way he panted, the way his stomach muscles bunched and flexed. He moaned at a particularly hard suck, and she almost gagged as he nudged at the back of her throat a little harder than before. Jem had taught her to swallow to combat her urge to gag, and as she did, Kit’s cock suddenly slid down her throat a couple of inches.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, looking down at her, his eyes afire and his hands tightening in her golden hair as his hips began to thrust harder. “Yes, swallow my cock, Alice, yes, that’s it, fuck!”
Her Escort Lara face bright red, unable to breathe and yet unable to pull herself away from what she knew was giving him so much pleasure, Alice continued to roughly twist her hand around the part of Kit’s shaft that she wasn’t able to swallow, and suddenly, she felt it jerk as his seed rushed down her throat.
Kit threw his head back, the cords in his neck standing out, and he let out a short, deep grunt. His hands were like iron on her head and just as Alice thought she was going to faint from lack of air, he loosened his grip and let her slide off of him. She coughed and gasped, even as she greedily licked and gulped the last of his cum off his softening prick.
“Mm,” Kit said, smiling down at her as he rubbed the tip of his cock on her lips and lapping tongue. “That was very nice, my dear.”
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Alice beamed up at Kit. She was such a very tempting mix of innocent and seductive. Kit held out his hands and helped her up to stand with him. He brushed the hair that had come out of its knot away from her face, and then bent to kiss her. She stiffened a bit before melting into the kiss. He deepened it and she obligingly opened her mouth to welcome his tongue. He probed into her soft, willing mouth and felt another stirring of arousal as he tasted himself on her lips.
He pulled away and asked, “Does Jem not kiss you, then?”, referring to her initial hesitancy.
“Well, not usually after, sir,” Alice said shyly. “But we do a lot of kissing and touching before. He said it’s an important part of the duty.”
“Ah,” said Kit, thinking to himself that he must find this stable boy and give him a few coins for training her so well. He also needed to make sure Jem was expanding his “training” only to willing participants in the household.
He returned his attention to caressing the top of Alice’s breasts, straining out of her corset. He had tossed away the fichu tucked into it as soon as she had gone down on her knees, and her soft, rounded tits were enticingly on display. As he bent to kiss her again, he popped her stays open and filled his hands with her generous tits. He kneaded them before lowering his head to suck first one, then the other nipple, into his mouth. For the next several minutes, he laved them, pinched them, sucked them, and lightly bit them, and all the while, Alice swayed in his arms, her breath coming faster, her hands clutching at his shoulders.
“Oh sir, oh sir!” she breathed as she shifted against him with increasingly restless movements.
He lifted his head and saw her eyes were half-closed and clouded over with desire and a dawning awareness. He twisted one nipple lightly in his fingers and she moaned, exquisitely responsive. Although she had sucked his cock expertly, she seemed completely untutored in the art of receiving pleasure. “Alice,” he said softly as he mouthed up her neck.
“Y-yes, sir?” She struggled to open her eyes against the pleasure Kit’s clever mouth was producing.
“Has Jem ever… returned the favor?” he said meaningfully.
Alice’s eyes widened and a slight wariness came into them. “D-down there, you mean, sir?”
He nodded.
“Oh no, sir!” she said and moved to pull away. Kit tightened his hold on her and continued his ministrations to her delectable tits, now heaving even more.
He rolled one nipple in his fingers as he said, “And why not, may I ask?”
“Sir!” she said, her voice wavering from both pleasure and indignation. “I’m a good girl, sir. It wouldn’t be right to do anything like that before my wedding night.”
“Ah, hmm,” Kit said, still pulling on her teat as she squirmed in his arms. “Well, I do believe you are a little bit mistaken, my dear.”
Alice ceased her half-hearted struggling and tilted her head to the side. “Yes sir?” she asked curiously.
“You see, Alice, as long as I do not break your maidenhead, there are all sorts of delightful things that we can do ‘down there.'”
“There are?” Kit’s cock pulsed as he gazed into her naive, attentive eyes.
He leaned closer until his mouth hovered just behind her ear, his warm breath making her shiver in his arms. “There are,” he said, before grabbing her by the hips and tossing her on the bed.
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Alice let out a muffled shriek as she hit the mattress. In a flash, Kit threw her skirts up and spread her thighs. She thought she ought to feel embarrassed at being so exposed, but she only felt a fierce desire as she lay splayed before him. She felt a gush of wet heat in her core as Kit got down to his knees between her legs, which extended out along the edge of the bed.
A lord kneeling before her, a lowly chambermaid! Alice let out a giggle at the thought, but it turned into a long, keening moan as she felt Kit put his mouth on her. He first licked her from the bottom up and when she felt his tongue on her little nub, she nearly jumped out of her skin. She had sometimes pressed her hands to her Lara Escort Bayan mound, especially after servicing Jem and she was feeling hot and achy, but her worry about interfering with the evidence of her virginity had always stopped her from doing more.
As Kit hungrily licked and sucked her folds and clit, Alice knew she would never deny herself again. She now knew she would forever be addicted to this unrelenting pleasure, and she gave herself over to the waves of bliss running through her body. The wet sounds of Kit’s mouth on her pussy were so erotic, and his occasional hums of pleasure gave her shivers.
He began to focus more and more on that little nub and she spiraled higher and higher towards an unknown precipice. He kept her spread wide with his hands, and she dug her heels into the mattress, lifting her hips into his mouth. Her wetness was dripping out of her now, down her ass and making a mess on the sheets. Suddenly, she felt Kit’s finger at her slit, sliding through her labia, rimming her. Before she could protest any potential penetration, his finger moved lower, now heavily lubricated with her own juices. As he firmly began to circle the tight bud of her arse, he bit her clit lightly.
Alice’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body arched on the sheets. Her hips were rocking into his mouth and she thought she was going to expire from pleasure. “Sir!” she whimpered. She couldn’t believe what was happening to her. She had never thought she could ever feel this way. Kit’s other hand began to play with her right breast and she couldn’t help but reach for her other nipple to give it a vicious pull. She felt like an animal in heat, totally taken over by her baser instincts, grunting and sweating as Kit did wonderful things to her body.
Kit again gave Alice’s clit a deep suck as his slick finger suddenly breached her arse. She felt all of her muscles clamp down hard on that invader as a giant wave of white-hot ecstasy came over her. She let out an inhuman wail as pleasure wracked her body and another, larger gush of liquid poured out of her to bathe Kit’s face. He pressed his tongue hard onto her nub and wiggled his finger, sending more shocks of delight pulsing through her. “Ah-h-h, sir!” she cried out, each syllable punctuated by each throb of her pussy. She felt as though she were both melting and shattering into a thousand pieces at the same time.
She came down from her high slowly, the pulses of rapture ebbing. She lay there, panting for air as Kit slid his finger out and stood, grinning down at her. His mouth and chin were shiny from her juices and he was sporting another erection. Seeing how she had soaked his face made her bite her lip. She had the sudden urge to kiss him, to lick herself off of him. She eyed his rampant cock with both hunger and wariness, but she was also suddenly aware of the time passing and the formidable Mrs. Hendricks. Still, she didn’t want to be remiss in her duties to a lord of the manor, and it was a very nice cock… She started to reach for him when suddenly, another deep, masculine voice sounded from across the room.
“No more of that now! The Captain has to get dressed!”
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Kit wasn’t surprised to hear his valet behind him. The morning was getting on, and Tom would have wanted him to get an early start on the full day ahead of him. He turned to see Tom leaning on the door frame to his dressing room, an amused smirk on his face. Alice let out a squeak and jumped out of the bed, immediately crawling around on the floor and searching for her discarded garments.
Tom had been his batman in the army and had simply followed him home when he had come into his recent inheritance. The two men had shared many things in their years together at war–including many women–and they were as close as brothers. It was always understood that they would stay together, through a career in the army and beyond. They did not look alike; Tom had black hair while Kit’s was a light sandy brown, but they were built very similarly. Tall, rock- hard bodies honed in the war, but not too bulky for the tight coats that were currently so fashionable. They knew each other so well that Kit had no doubt that Tom, an early riser, had enjoyed watching most of the morning’s entertainment from his dressing room vantage point.
He turned back to the sound of Alice hurriedly putting her clothing back in order. “Oh sir,” she said, looking at him imploringly as she repinned her dress. “You won’t tell Mrs. Hendricks, will you, sir?”
“No, of course not,” he replied, then said over his shoulder, “You won’t tell either, right, Tom?”
“Oh no,” said Tom, who had been attracted to the naive, beguiling Alice since he had met her in the servants’ quarters a few days earlier. “And if Mrs. Hendricks says anything, just tell her I had you help me with Captain Olmdale’s clothing.” He gave her a wink.
Alice beamed at them while straightening her cap. “Thank you sirs!” she said. She took a look in the cheval mirror before giving a quick curtsey and rushing out the door with her basket.
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“You work fast,” said Tom dryly. He made way for Kit to pass him into the dressing room. “Although not fast enough. Your water’s gone cold.”
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