The Highwayman

With the hail of Stand and Deliver, the coachman reined in the horses and cried out that it was Black Jack. The passengers, all four being men, quickly piled out and stood in a line and dropped their trousers, erections up and ready to have that now famous mouth on the end of them.

'What's this?' Chester had roared, 'a fucking short arm inspection?' waving his pistol at them. Oswald looked on with perplexity at this exhibition, not understanding what was happening either.

'We're waiting for you to suck on our cocks,' one brave man said.

'What?' he roared again, 'you fucking whoresons,' he shouted and went and shot the man who had spoken. As the man fell, Oswald, alarmed that Chester had actually fired and hit a man, discharged his pistol, though it only wounded one of the others.

There was a mad scramble as the rest tried to pull their trousers up and at the same time take cover, there was one among them that had a small pistol in a pocket and as Chester tried to re-prime his pistol, this man fired back and the ball hit Chester high in the chest.

Though only a small ball, it tore through the muscles just above the heart and threw him backwards for him to fall to the ground. Oswald darted through the melee of men and dragged Chester out of the coach's lantern light and managed to get him to his feet. While the coach survivors tried to succour their wounded, Oswald got Chester up to his feet and to where the horses were now grazing. It took time, but he managed to get Chester up onto his horse and with great care, holding him steady in the saddle, got them both back to the Manor.

Oswald, having disposed of their masks on the return journey, called for help and soon, Chester was carried up to his chambers where his servant tried his best to help his master. But it had been a fatal wound, the torn muscles had twisted the heart and it had caused partially closure of the valves and with the trauma, he slipped away.

The Earl had been with him since the alarm had been raised and was there when his eldest, and now only son died. He cried then and he cried again when Chester was buried. Caroline and Barbara cried too, for it was possible they thought, that his death could be attributed to what they had done by impersonating Black Jack, the highwayman.

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But, the story doesn't end there. Life still has to go on and they still had to eat and the meals were very sombre and austere. The Earl no longer drank ale at his meals with just his daughter and her companion at the table, though they were still permitted to drink wine; and it took him several months to appreciate their care and consideration that they took over his health and welfare.

He came to realise that with the loss of his two sons, the Earldom would come to an end with his death for Caroline could not inherit the title. This then caused his eyes to look upon Barbara, her with her lovely breasts that almost overflowed the dresses she wore. Though Caroline looked the same, with tits on top and brains above, he couldn't have her.

So he made the decision and asked if Barbara, in spite of their age difference, would become his wife and produce an heir. It was a shock to both the girls when he asked this at dinner one night and caused Barbara to blush and look across the table at Caroline.

'Thank you sir for the offer, but I'm afraid I cannot.' She saw the look of dismay on his face and continued. 'Did you know of Carlyle's, er, sexual preference before you cast him out?'

Bewildered by this question, gave his answer without thinking why it had been asked.

'I had my suspicions but to actually find him in the middle of the act, well I could do no more. I didn't as you say cast him out, but I did make him join the army,' he said bitterly, 'and have since come to regret doing so, for I thought it would make him more of a man. I couldn't foresee that he would continue to...to carry it on. The duel and his death was the result and I have regretted my action ever since,' he finished softly, his head bowed so they couldn't see the tears in eyes. Barbara wanted to reach out and touch his hand, but thought that he might misconstrue the gesture because of what else she had to say.

'I still thank you sir and there are two good, very good reasons why I cannot accept. The first is I do not love you and the second that may come as a shock is that I love Caroline.'

Caroline looked up sharply and dreaded what she guessed was going to come out next.

'I fell in love with her the first time I set my eyes upon her and I believe that she loves me.' Caroline's hand went across the table and rested on Barbara's, tears in her eyes at this declaration and now realised that she did indeed love Barbara.

'We are lovers,' she continued, 'and share a bed at night and make love as only two women can while still remaining virgins. We are the same as Carlyle with his love for another man, now if you wish to cast us out too, that is your prerogative.'

'No!' he cried out, getting up from his chair, wiping his eyes as he began to pace the floor behind his chair. 'I will not make the same mistake twice. A man can fend for himself out in the world but I don't think a woman can. I...I can't condone what you do but I will accept it. But Barbara,' he came to her side of the table and knelt down, 'you say you do not love me and this I accept. But if I do not have an heir, the Manor on my death will pass to any other distant relative that can lay claim to the place, and that could result with both of you being ejected.

So I'm down here on my knees begging you to marry me for the sole purpose of keeping the estate where you both can live and...and can continue your love for each other. I will make no other demands on you other than we produce a son between us, to carry on the name and retain the estate.'

Tears were running down his face and he bent his head and kissed her hand. Tears were running down Barbara's face now and she gave Caroline a pleading look, who, with tears in her eyes could only look back in anguish.

Help me! The look in Barbara's eyes pleaded with Caroline, help me!

'Father,' Caroline said, getting up and going round to put her hand on his shoulder. 'This is a very emotional moment for all of us. Please give Barbara time to think this over for....' She stopped. It was better to say too little than too much and so stroked his hair instead. She stood back as he got to his feet, wiping the tears from his face with the back of his hand.

'You're right as always Caroline. I will await the answer,' he said and left the dining hall.

'Oh Caroline!' Barbara exclaimed.

'Not now Barbara, let's go to bed and we can talk there.' So they went upstairs in silence and undressed without a word, got into bed and into each other's arms where Barbara promptly burst into tears.

'Oh Caroline, what do I do?' she wailed.

'Marry him.'

'What? Do you know what you are saying?' she sobbed.

'Yes, and I can fully understand the reasons why. He is right. When he dies, we can be thrown out for not having any claim on the Manor. He has said, not in so many words, that we can still be lovers as we are now.'

'But...but it will mean going to bed with him. Having him put his cock inside me.'

'Well you've had many of them in your mouth,' she couldn't help but grin at this, 'so one more in the place where it's supposed to go won't harm you'

'But it will give me a baby,' she wailed.

'Well that's the general idea,' Caroline said wryly, 'besides,' and she couldn't help but chuckle at what she was going to say. 'Besides, I would then be able to call you mother!' and burst out into real laughter.

'Oh you beast!' Barbara cried out, giving Caroline a slap but joined in the laugh.

'Do you think it would work?' she then asked after they had laughed themselves out.

'We will make it work,' Caroline said. 'You go to bed with him for the purpose of having sex and when he's finished, you come back to our bed. You stop going there once you are pregnant.'

'What if it's a girl.'

'Then we do it all over again.'

'Oh Caroline,' she wailed.

'Oh Barbara,' she mimicked, 'you'll do it then?'

'You will still love me, after...after...'

'Of course I will, Mother.' She got another slap for that but agreed and so she gave Richmond her answer the next night at dinner.

He accepted the conditions that Caroline laid down that Barbara would only stay in his bed for the purpose of being got pregnant and that she would be back in her bed for the remainder of the time. She pointed out that he would still be able to dally with the milk maids or whoever he wished and he blushed, not having known that she knew of this.

So a month later, the vicar from Liss was brought to the Manor where he joined Lady Barbara Crompton in marriage to Earl Richmond of Belvedere.

That night in his bed chamber, she was as shy being undressed to be seen naked as she had been on her first day at the Manor. Richmond, now seeing the full beauty of Barbara, wished he'd made his advances at that time. His eyes took in the majestic loveliness of her full breasts that he'd only seen the tops of before, the slim waist and slender legs with the triangle of hair between the thighs. The sight brought him to a full and almost instant erection and Barbara, following the practice of the past few years, knelt down and took him into her mouth. She realised as she sucked on him that this was the only cock on the estate that Caroline would never get to suck.

He didn't let her go the whole way for he was already trembling and wanted to plant his seed inside her belly which was the whole point of them getting married. She cried out when he ruptured her hymen and made a full woman of her as he fully entered her and within a minute, had come, hoping that his seed would not take, for he now knew what he had been missing.

As per the agreement, when they'd finished, she gave him a kiss and left his bed to return to that of Caroline's. Here, Barbara burst into tears and was comforted by Caroline for the wrong reasons. Barbara didn't tell her, that apart from the short sharp pain of being deflowered, she had enjoyed the experience.

Barbara still loved Caroline with all her heart, but also came to love having Richmond make love to her, this being three times a week, and knew that it had come to an end when she became pregnant.

Caroline was dismayed that the child born was a girl, giving her a sister, who was named Catherine, but Barbara was secretly delighted for she would then, after a short while, would be having Richmond again for three nights a week until she fell again.

This time, it was a boy who was duly christened Carlton. Richmond was over the moon with it being a boy but also dismayed that Barbara would no longer be sharing his bed.

Caroline too was disappointed to find that even though Barbara and herself still made love to each other, Barbara had also found time to have Richmond and became pregnant for the third time, producing yet another boy that doubly pleased Richmond and promptly named the boy, Clifford. His joy at having saved the name and title was short lived however, for he died peacefully in his sleep one night, leaving Caroline and Barbara to run the estate and raise the children, the future heirs.

Though Caroline still gave oral sex to every male member of the estate, she still remembered the excitement of holding up the coaches and often wondered if she should resurrect Black Jack and once again play the part of being a highwayman.

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