As he impaled me to the hilt, I felt my hymen give, as a wave of emotion mixed with pleasure hit me. He began to fuck me in slow rhythmic strokes, whilst whispering endearments into my ear as he kissed the nape of my neck. I had my arms behind his back, hugging him close to me. The strokes became faster and deeper, so I raised my hips to add to the depth of his movements. I felt the wave of pleasure grow, and gasped as he brought me to my first orgasm.
I dug my nails into him, urging him to go deeper and faster. He did so, bringing me to another and another peak of pleasure. Finally, with a grunt and a shudder, he thrust himself deep, spilling his seed in my womb.
I held him there, enjoying the sensation of him shrinking inside me, as our intermingled fluids seeped out of me.
I released him. He kissed me and lay next to me.
“”My God. What have I done?” he said, looking aghast at me.
“You have done something that I have wanted you to do for weeks,” I said.
“But we are not wed.”
“Not one jot!” I said and kissed him.
He smiled at me. “I felt something, so you were indeed a virgin?” he said.
“No more it seems,” I said.
“I am truly sorry.”
“Are you? I’m not. Besides you will soon be my husband, and I can safely say that the only man I have ever known is my husband.”
“Dear Jane, I adore you.”
I reached out, pulled him to me, and we slept so entwined. The smile on my face was one of complete fulfilment.
I awoke in the night with my arm numb, as Roger had gone to sleep on it. I moved slightly and released it. I then reached out and touched him, taking his limp penis in my hand. Within seconds, it started to respond. He awoke and looked at me sleepily.
I kissed him and pushed him onto his back. I then knelt astride him and sat myself onto his now erect penis, sliding it deep within my hot and damp little hole.
It was my turn now. I rode him hard, and each time I brought him right to the brink, I stopped and allowed him to ease away, but after I had come several times, and was on a crescendo of pleasure I could not slow down, and we came together in an explosion of emotion. His back arched and I imagined the end of his cock could touch my heart as he ejaculated deep inside me.
I stayed on top of him, my long hair sweeping across him, as I smothered his face and shoulders with kisses. His hands grasped my bottom, and I just found I wanted him even more. I rubbed my breasts across his chest, so after some minutes, he became erect once more.
We made love all night, resting briefly in between. By morning, we were exhausted and encrusted with each other’s sweat and love juices. At seven thirty, I dragged myself out of bed, telling him that I had to wash and dress, as it was a normal day for me. He grabbed me, and wanted to make love again. I was tired and sore, and he needed a shave.
“Roger, you will wear me out, you are smelly, and stubbly, so go and shave, and save yourself for tonight,” I said, and slipped out of his clutches.
I heated up some water in the kitchen, and carried the pitcher to my room, and I stood naked in front of him and washed myself as thoroughly as I could.
He lay in my bed watching me, with his head propped on one hand.
“By the Gods, you are such a beauty.”
I smiled at him and blew him a kiss.
“You send me wild,” he said.
“You aren’t so bad yourself,” I said, and I started to get dressed.
“What if you should conceive?”
“Then you shall be forced to marry me.”
He smiled, “That would be a hard thing.”
“I’ll not take no for an answer,” I teased.
He laughed and got out of bed.
He held me in his arms for a moment.
“For a virgin, you seem to know how to please a man.”
“This virgin was so pleased, that it came naturally,” I replied and he kissed me.
“Never have I had a woman such as you.”
“Sir, so I should hope, for I am a wanton hussy.”
“Not even Marjorie was able to bring to me such pleasure.”
“Roger, please do not compare me to anyone. It does us all a disservice. I am me, so do not wish to be made a marker against anyone else.”
“Forgive me, I meant no offence, my darling,” he said, kissing me.
He then left me alone, and I sat down at my dressing table. In all my moments of fantasy, and with the most vivid imagination, nothing prepared me for the experience I had just been through. The level of pleasure was just so wonderful, that I was still shaking. No wonder the human race had not become extinct. It was a great experience for a man, but for a woman?
My broad smile said it all. I had no regrets whatsoever about pushing that button marked Female.
I put on my make up, and looked at my engagement ring. The diamonds sparkled and I smiled, I did love him, and I was as happy as I could be.
It took me quite a long time to dress, I was not impressed with the fashions for women, elegant, yes, but practical, definitely not!
The day passed like a dream, Katie was a delight, and when Roger came into the schoolroom at about eleven, she read him a passage from her French book. Then she told him what it meant.
“Katie, you know that I asked you what you wanted for Christmas?” he asked.
She nodded, glancing at me.
“Well, I am afraid that it is not possible this year.”
She frowned and looked rather miserable.
“You see, the church is booked solid, and so Jane and I will not be able to get married until the first Saturday in January. Jane will have to wait a little longer before she becomes your new mama.”
Katie’s shout of joy tore my heart, and tears came to my eyes as she leaped up and hugged her father, and then me. Soon we were all crying and laughing together, and her French work was conveniently forgotten.
“So you shall have to go to the dressmakers and get your new mama a wedding dress, and as you will be her bridesmaid, you shall have to get a pretty dress for yourself,” he said, and her eyes simply gleamed with delight.
It was then she noticed the ring on my finger, and she looked at her father.
“When did you ask her?”
“Last night, after you went to bed.”
“Did he get down on one knee?” she asked me.
“No, he didn’t.”
“Then he hasn’t asked you properly,” she announced, and made him go down on one knee and ask me again.
He did so gravely, so I simply said, “Yes.”
She clapped her hands and rushed around the room singing, “I’m getting a new mama,” at the top of her voice. Roger placed his arm around my shoulder and held me close.
“She is a different child. Thank you so much.”
“She is the same child, but a happier one,” I said.
As Groves had said, our engagement came as no surprise to anyone in the household. Indeed, Groves took the trouble to take me to one side.
“If I may be so bold, Miss. I thought the Major would take to you the moment you arrived on the doorstep.”
“That early?” I asked, faintly shocked.
“Indeed. We were all praying at chapel for a miracle. It was so wrong for someone like him, with the children, to be so miserable. So we prayed for you to come along.”
“Me?”
“Not you specifically, Miss, but it seems that it was you in the end.”
“Oh,” I said, rendered speechless.
My position in the home changed overnight. It needed nothing to be said, but I became the mistress of the Manor, and it was as a natural step as I could take. Even cook, who used to consult with the Major for meals and menus, started to consult with me, and Roger smiled as he happily relinquished the running of the home to me.