"I really mustn't..."

"I really mustn't..." I remember stammering awkwardly. Sir Williard, I tried to behave in as a gentleman should, but I could feel my resolve evaporating like dew on a summer morning. Miss Silver detected the weakness in my protest and pressed forward both her argument and the softness of her breasts into my back. I do not know if I can find adequate words to describe what happened next, please forgive me your Lordship, if my writing strays in tone and vocabulary from the scientific to that of a romance novelist writing for the barely educated masses. The warm softness of Miss Silver at my back combined with the eroticism of the scene before me were overwhelming, and her soft words tempted me most awfully. In the interest of accuracy I have done my best to recall the exact words of the cultured seductress.

"Of course you shouldn't." She whispered in my ear as her hands encircled my torso, one working the buttons of my dinner jacket while the other slid past my waistband and found the swelling of my organ. "That's what makes it so exciting ... a helpless untouched maiden stretched out and fully aroused ... " the buttons of my trousers were being expertly unfastened "... a strange man, one who has not even been properly introduced..." Miss Silver's fingers slipped into my briefs and fished out its contents. "... so very improper ... so very hot, and besides," she pushed me forward a step closer "you really have ****." She expertly stroked my already throbbing manhood as she pushed me forward, and Sir Williard, she explained what would happen if I chose to resist their game. It was made clear to me that if I did not complete my duty as a man, that her and her wicked accomplice would go directly to their parents with the shocking revelation that they found myself and Miss Peach in a most improper and compromising situation.

Please understand Sir, that I make no excuses for what happened next. Yes, I was being **** and seduced by two of the boldest young women I have every encountered in my life, and yes the debutante at my feet was both completely naked and stunningly displayed for the act, and yes by this point she was begging me to take her, but none of these should have been stronger than my training as a gentleman and citizen of the great Empire of Britain. However in spite of all this, a fierce wildness surged through my veins and I was completely subdued under its crushing influence, I positioned myself above the young woman with my knees between her splayed thighs and elbows on either side of her head and eased into her until I felt the resistance of her hymen. She whimpered in a combination of shame and need as I pressed against this delicate membrane, but I ignored her protests marveling at the exquisite delight that my wicked action was providing.

It was, I know a most shameful act, the deflowering of this exquisite British rose. I will regret the act for as long as I live and I dread my first social meeting with Miss Peach after using her in this manner. It is inevitable that we find ourselves thrown together on this tiny community of colonials, and I now wonder what I might find to say or do. At the time though I had no regrets. The young lady was just as wet and tempting as Miss Silver promised, I slid into her easily until I met the proof of her virtue. Knowing that a man of my size would certainly cause pain for this first time I covered her mouth with my hand as I kissed her about the eyes and ears whispering softly to her that it was going to be alright. Of course Sir Williard, she knew as did I and as did her two companions that it was not going to 'be alright,' a young gentlewoman of her standing cannot be robbed of her maidenhead by a complete stranger and have it be alright, but perhaps encouraged by my gentle approach she met my gaze and nodded ever so slightly. I took this tiny symbol of consent to complete the act, surging forward and into her as she cried out sharply into my fingers. Her body arched under mine as she felt my shaft trespass where no man had been before and then collapsed back onto the bench as I finished pushing into her.

She felt fantastic around my member, her tight sheath clenching and releasing me as I settled into her heat. My hips nestled into the cradle of her thighs with my chest compressing the once round breasts into flattened pillows. When I lifted my hand cautiously from her mouth, your lordship, she did not, as I admit I half expected, scream out at her violation, although at first, with each painful thrust she cried out softly. I should have, at the very least Sir Williard, been more gentle with the young woman but I found her gasps and moans of discomfort only adding to my level of arousal and I regretfully admit to using considerable **** as I took her. I confess, I was determined to claim this lovely blonde innocent in the same primitive manner that men have been using since the first caveman dragged his mate back to his cave.

It was only when I heard the polite sound of applause as you might after a particularly fine drive on the golf range that I remembered once again that Miss Silver ind Miss Indigo had witnessed the moment of her breaching. The two young ladies were in each others arms rubbing themselves like street walkers in the dockside neighborhoods of our cities. I was, I assure you Sir Williard, not at all pleased that this moment had been used by the pair as a voyeuristic delight but I was far too focused on the pleasure of my thick member plunging in and out of their poor companion's wet sheath to do anything about it. Miss Peach was starting to respond to my efforts and the feeling of her hips rocking against my thrusting only added to my pleasure. It took a minute or two to even realize that they were speaking to me as I continued my animalistic rutting.

"That's the way Doctor, fuck her hard!" I suspect it was the course language that caught my attention. "You are a stallion mounting a filly." The pair laughed at the crass comparison. "Breed-her you stud. Fill her belly with seed!" Miss Peach suddenly stiffened under me as their words registered.

"No, please!" Her words were barely a whisper in my ear by I heard them clearly. "I can not have a baby, not yet."