Anne Deleur

Anne was walking through the great hall of the de Sine family keep trailed by her maid Beatrice.

The countess was still learning the ins and out her husbands estate. She has been training for this her whole life, and truth be told, she was looking forward to putting her stamp on the household. But then she had nothing but time.

Married almost two weeks, and you've only seen your husband for three of those days, thought the noblewoman. She had been hoping to get to know her husband. Alas, they had their wedding feast followed by him breaking her maidenhead and then hopping on his horse to go wait on his majesty.

She smiled to herself happy in the fact that her husband might be old, but he knew what he was doing. The horror stories she'd heard about her friends' first nights could cause nightmares. But with Albert a slight sting, and then he gave her the little ****. So, all in all, she lucked out there.

Crossing the bailey, she looked at her maid, asking,"That would be the castle brewery over there?"

"Oui, my lady," replied the servant.

Entering the brewery, the smell of barley and hops hit her. Followed by the sound of slap slap slap of flesh hitting flesh.

Anne shook her head when she heard her new stepson, who was three years younger than exclaim,"You like that don't you getting fucked like a tavern whore."

'Mnnn yessss give it to me my lord fill me with your prong." Moaned the Ale wife.

Coming around thr corner Anne saw the couple. The Alewife was bent over an ale barrel. Her dress was thrown over her back baring her rear to her lover. The woman's breasts were hanging out the front of her dress.

Noticing her standing there Simon exclaimed,"Ahhhh Maman ill be with you in a moment."

Reaching around her Simon grabbed one of the woman swaying udders roughly mauling the nipple. Disciple Anne she reminded herself as she watched Simons glistening cock plunge in and out of the Alewifes cunt. Suddenly Simon jerks the woman hair as one would a horses reins.

The alewife **** upright screamed"God Yes," as her cream exploded from her frothing twat. Not to be out done Simon thrust one last time as his balls let go seeking to breed the servant. Unlike Beatrice who turned red fleeing the room. Anne managed to stay outwardly calm as ahe watched her stepsons ass clench with very rope of virile seed he fired into the woman.

Comming down from their high Simon withdrew from the woman with a slurp as seed from the servant well used slit leaked m onto the floor. He smooths down the back of the womans dress as she tucks her breasts back in.

The servant turns to Anne a scared look in her eyes certain she was about to be reprimanded. Waving a hand Anne said,"Return to you duties."

The Alewife curtsied murmuing,"Thank you My lady before leaving the room."

The woman having fled, Anne turned her attention to her stepson,"Simon, I gave you leave to call me by my Christian name. "

Simon laughed out loud as he tucked himself into his codpiece. "But then where would i get the perverse thrill of Referring to a woman younger than me mother."

Anne sighed, remarking,"According to the steward the castle has had to find 17 husbands for girls you have been breeding over the last two years alone.

Once again dressed properly Simon sauntered over kissing Annes cheek saying,"Maybe Steward should hire ugly servants then."

Anne wanted to smile, but instead changed tack,"what would your father say?"

Simon snorted replying,"Father would give me pointers, he took me to my first brothel you know." Throwing out his arms Simon dramatically exclaimed,"if one wishes to be a connoisseur of quim. One need to see alot of it, and im something of an expert."

"Cant ever be serious," Anne chastised.

All of a sudden the braggadiouch fell from Simons face a he simply said,"Anne for my whole like York and Lancaster have been at each others throats. At townton me and father got out by the skin of our teeth, but most our men didn't"

Simon half turned looking at the wall,"of the men I paiged with, the men I called brother are almost dead or crippled. Currently were neutral, but even in neutrality you have to be watchful."

Anne empathetically teached out, but Simon raised his hand stopping her. "Listen, they say Lancaster is done," Simon shakes his head. "Sooner or later armies will match again. We all deal with it differently some pray, some feast, some hunt, me I Fuck. I listen to a woman wail with pleasure as she cums on my cock. To drown out the wails of my friends dying with a sword in their guts."

Realizing he might reveled too much, Simon left a stunned Anne alone in the brewery.