George, my Master had met my Mistress, Mary, when she tended to his wounds in the Great War. He had joined up straight from Eton Public School in 1914 and risen as an Officer, to command a Battalion. He had survived unscathed, until the German Spring Offensive in 1918, when a shell had hit their office in a Chateau, killing a lot of his fellow officers. He had been pushed out of the building by the blast and wounded by shrapnel. Mary had volunteered to nurse in the Female Auxiliary Nursing Yeomanry - FANYS. They had got married in 1919 and he had moved into their mansion when his parents had died.
In the first weeks after Madam had realised that she was pregnant, everything was joyful in the house. The Master was loving towards her and Madam was happy. But then she started to have morning sickness, which debilitated her. On the second Saturday, I brought in the breakfast but Madam rushed out as soon as the smell of the coffee reached her. The Master was left sitting up in bed with a big erection showing above sheets. It was obvious that they had been about to make love when I had entered - I should have knocked louder.
"Well, if I can't have you," he shouted, " Then I'll take your Page Boy. Come here Boy, and drop your trousers."
I did as I was told and bent over the edge of the bed. The master dipped his finger in the pot of Vaseline and wiped his finger on my arsehole. I then felt him push his prick into my bum hole. I tried not to clench my cheeks as I was unconsciously fighting him, so he thrust harder until it went in. I cried out with the pain of the intrusion, but he carried on pushing until I felt his balls hitting my bum. He pulled back and then pushed in again, and again until he cried out loud as he ejaculated.
At that moment my Mistress returned.
"Stop that George, you're hurting my little Page Boy.
"I've finished now anyway," and he pulled out.
I could feel the spunk flowing down my bum. Madam came round to me and looked down at me.
"Come with me and I'll clean you up."
I pulled up my trousers and followed her to the bathroom. She wet a flannel and wiped the mess of spunk and shit off my backside. Then she washed my prick, which was still stiff after the sex. She gently wanked the foreskin up and down and I spurting sperm out onto the floor.
"Oh, you can produce sperm now then. You will have to be careful not to impregnate young Lizzy".
As a result Madam ordered Lizzy to move out of our bedroom and move in with Joan. Lizzy's single bed would not fit the room, so Madam bought a second hand double bed for them. Joan was happy about this arrangement. She was not what we call a Lesbian these days, but a plain woman who had not the opportunity to met men. The possibility of two women having sex together was not considered likely at that time, so Joan was able to cuddle and fondle Lizzy as much as she liked!
After the two had spent the first night together, she told me how hairy Joan's pubic region was. She had suggested to her, that I would be doing her a service if I trimmed it, like I had done for Madam. So, one wet afternoon, I went upstairs with both of them and Joan laid down on the bed after taking her white cotton knickers off. I moved forward and opened up her thighs.
What a sight greeted me. I nearly said What I need is a pair of sheep shears but I decided not to as I was in a vulnerable position between her meaty thighs. Her hair grew down from her naval to almost her knees, (there's a song about that, isn't there?). It looked a large black mass, which completely hide her cunt. I clipped away with the scissors and the pile of hair piled up on the bed. Lizzy stood by and watched. When I finished I good see her cunt clearly.
I moved my mouth to it and licked it hard. I licked from the bottom of her slit up to the top and back again. I pushed my rolled up tongue into her cunt and felt it get slimy. Joan began to move against me, getting excited. I could hear her moan with pleasure.
"Come here, Lizzy, sit on my chest and I will kiss your fanny."
So Lizzy climbed onto the bed after taking her knickers off, and moved her knees either side of Joan's head. I could not see anything more because I was stuck between her thighs, but I presumed that Joan lifted her mouth up and pushed her tongue into Lizzy's cunt.
I felt my prick get stiff too, so I pulled off my trousers with one hand started to wank it. Joan started to really hump her bum off the bed, - she was obviously coming to a climax, so I sat up and quickly pushed my prick into her slimy hole. A few ins and out and I was ready to shoot my spunk. I had to make a decision quickly - what to do with my load, so I pulled Joan's legs up high and exposed her arse hole. I grabbed my prick and shoved it straight in. I pulled back and did it again, and this time I came deep in her bum.
She played hell with me for doing it in her bum hole, but I protested that I had no option, as I didn't want to make her pregnant. She relented and said she had in fact enjoyed the sensation.
"It was a nice feeling and I haven't spent like that for many years."
Madam still held her At Home events where she invited other Ladies to call on her on a designated afternoon. Then she would return the favour and go to their homes at their invitation. They played a card game called Bridge and chatted amongst themselves. On one of those visits, I was sent to the kitchen for another pot of tea. While I waited, I asked the young maid where the lavatory was.
"I'll take you upstairs to ours", meaning to the servants loo.
She went up ahead of me and we climbed two lots of stairs. Her uniform was tight around her bust and bum. I felt my prick stirring as I walked up behind her. She turned and smiled at me at the top of the stairs.
"Here you are, our toilet is in with the bath, here, I'll show you."
She led me in and turned to lean against the hand basin. I dropped my trousers down as my breeches they had no fly buttons and were very tight on me. She watched me piss into the bowl, and then sauntered over and stood behind me. Her hand came round me and she grasped my prick as it pissed and then pulled my foreskin back and forward, the final drips flicked off into the air. I stopped pissing and yet she carried on handling me and I got stiff.
"I use to do this for our butler, but he was a dirty old man, not a nice young boy like you. Turn around and I'll put my mouth on you."
I turned and she knelt down in front of me and slid my prick into her mouth. It was warm and wet. I nearly spent in that moment.
"Don't come yet," and she stood up, still holding onto me.
"Turn around and sit on the seat."
I did as I was told, with my legs together, but with my stiff prick standing up in the air. It was bigger now, as it had grown with the rest of me as I had been eating properly in the big house. The girl pulled her white cotton knickers down and stepped out of them. She then straddled my legs and grasped my prick and moved down onto it. It was as wet as her mouth but a bit tighter. I pushed up against her and it went right inside of her. I held it there and she sighed with pleasure. She didn't move for a few moments and then she looked down and I felt a wet feeling as she pissed on me. It was warm and smelly. As she finished she started to move up and down on me. I held onto her round, smooth, bum cheeks.
"Don't come until I tell you to, I don't want to get knocked up".
The wet around our groins squelched as she rode me. I had to concentrate and not allow myself to shoot. She suddenly stopped and her back arched outwards as she climaxed. Her head dropped on to my chest.
"I'll finish you off with my bum" and she got off me and quickly turned around. Then, reaching behind herself, grasped my prick and sat down on it and I went right up inside of her. Then she pulled up and moved down again. I loved the feeling and moved with her, faster and faster until I shoved hard upwards and shot my load of spunk. She wiped herself down with the loo cloth and then my limp dick. The tea was well stewed by the time I carried it in to the lounge!
When she was six months gone, Madam stopped going out to At Homes and only held the occasional Bridge Parties. One of her friends gave her a bottle of Olive Oil from Italy to have rubbed on her stomach to stop stretch marks developing. It became my job to do this. Madam would lie on her bed with her dress pulled up and I would gently rub the oil over her protruding stomach.
We both enjoyed doing it, as my hand would slip downwards to between her thighs and I would rub her quim until she climaxed. Sometimes she would fondle my prick until I ejaculated. One day she said she felt a bit constipated and would rub some oil on her bum hole. She said her husband had told her this would help.
"We had better move to the lavatory in case it all comes out with a rush"
I helped her off the bed and we went to the lavatory. We crouched on the floor on her hands and knees with her bum pointing towards me. I pulled down her silk knickers and rubbed oil into her arse hole. I could see her lovely quim wet with her juice, and her arse hole above it. What a temptation! I pulled my rousers down and knelt either side of her legs. My prick stiffened in my hand and I inserted it into her cunt. Madam gasped with shock and pleasure.
"Oh! I wasn't expecting that! It's my other hole needs attention".
I ignored her, and enjoyed the sensation as I moved in and out of her. I quickly approached the point of no return, but I pulled out of the lower hole and thrust into her shit hole. I found I could penetrate very far because of there was a turd blocking it, but I pushed hard and this action triggered my orgasm. I fell back on my haunches gasping for breath; it was fantastic experience. Madam got up quickly, turned round and sat on the bog.
"Well your action seems to have done the trick", as she dropped a load into the pan.
"I feel much relieved"
"So do I", I laughed.
The master took to staying at his club on Friday nights, so missing his usual Saturday morning sex. On the Friday before Christmas, he instructed his chauffeur to drive me up to Town to his Club where he went from the City. It was a very posh place with lots of wood and brass. I was dressed in my blue breeches and white frilly shirt with a jacket on top to keep warm. The porter on the door took me into a big sitting room. The Master stood up and greeted me with a smile.
"Ah, here you are. We are putting on a play tonight The Boy Friend and I wanted company."
He put his arm around my shoulder and led me into another room. It was a small theatre, with a stage at one end and chairs in front. We sat at the front, and he chatted with his other friends. These man made nice comments about me and ran their hands over the satin breeches. The play was their own version of the popular musical running in the West End, with young men playing all the parts. There seemed to me that there was a lot of flapping of hands and air kissing going on and silly laughter.
Then the play turned obscene. In the last Act, the young man playing the girl dropped to his knees after kissing the leading man. He opened his flies and took his prick into his mouth. She mouthed it for a bit and then stood up, turned round and flipped up her skirt to reveal her bare arse. The man came up behind her and pushed his prick into her bum making the girl squeal. This acting excited my Master, I knew, because he took my hand and placed in on his cock which he had extract from his trousers. I had to wank it for him. He moved with my hand and then put his hand on the back of my head and forced it down so I had to take his stiff piece in my mouth. I felt the mushroom part cross my tongue, as he pushed it further into my throat. I gagged and he pulled it back, let me take a breath then he pushed it back in again. He carried on until I felt it jerk and spurt spunk into my mouth. I had to swallow it to breath. It was slimy.
We went back in the car with him in the back and me in the front with the driver. In January I was taken again to his club. This time the play was about and Greek Myth where a woman, who had refused Zeus's favours, had been cursed by him, to lust after a bull. She had a fake cow built which was hollow so she could hide inside and allow the bull to mount her. The result of this union was the Minator. On the stage was this wooden cradle, covered with cloth to look like a cow. After a lot of larking about by the actors, the girl-like boy put himself in the cradle with his prick dangling down like a cow's teat underneath and his pink arse showing out the back. Then a man dressed up like a bull mounted him and buggered him. At the same time another man pretended to be calf and suckled on the cow's teat underneath.
We all clapped at the end and I was taken up to the stage, and given a glass of sherry to drink with the cast. It made me hot and dizzy almost immediately. I suspect there was something in it. I was then pushed into the wooden cow with my breeches round my ankles. Someone licked my arse hole first of all, then I felt a big tool push its way in. It was pulled back a then shoved further in. It was painfully, it hurt. I felt full like I was constipated, then this man's cock jumped inside of me and I felt his spunk flowing into me. This cock was replaced by another and another. Someone tried to excite me by sucking my cock from underneath but I was in too much pain and confusion to enjoy it. A big penis was pushed into my mouth and I gagged and couldn't breathe. I screamed out loud when I could breath and I cried. My master took pity on me then, and stopped the abuse. He took me out of the cradle, and wrapped me in a Club blanket as I was shivering with shock. He walked me down the stairs and we went home in his car.
The next morning, Lizzy couldn't wake me. When she pulled back the blanket, she called out at the sight of the shit and blood that had stained the sheet from my arse. Madam came upstairs to my room and cried when she saw what had been done to me.
"That's it. He's buggered you for the last time. You must go home now. Take your clothes with you. I will not have my lovely Page Boy treated this way."
So I gathered my clothes, and the chauffeur drove me to the farm. That was the end of my Page Boy days. When I reached 18, I joined the army and served in the war as a Signaller. George was commissioned as a Brigadier and was given a cushy job in the War Office by his poofy pals. I survived, but he was killed by a Flying Bomb, which fell near Waterloo Station. I heard that a bomb splinter had penetrated his arse and that he had bled to death. Vengeance is mine says the Lord.