Fanny's Boobies

Chapter 26: Fanny's Boobies

Abigail had carried out her task of deception with the skill of a professional, even though she was aching inside. She knew her sister did not feel the same way. It was true Priscilla would be thinking of her often but not with nearly the same amount of worry. That night she cried herself to sleep whereas her father slumbered peacefully blissfully unaware that the nest was one step away from being empty.

When only one daughter appeared for breakfast, there was no real hiding what had happened. He climbed the stairs slowly and methodically and when he found the bedroom empty stormed back down to confront Abigail. After being yelled at she succumbed and told her father the truth. The more she revealed the more he turned beetroot pinning his remaining daughter to the wall until he had exhausted her knowledge. He grabbed his coat but did not give her the opportunity to change out of her bedgown under which she wore only a slip.

Unlike her sister she experienced only friction burns from her first horse ride with her cunt rubbing hard on the horse flesh and her mind on other things. Nathaniel dropped her off at his appointed hospital doctor’s house in Westerdale with instructions that the fellow’s wife should look after her until his return.

Nathaniel charged off towards Whitby, stopping only to give his horse a rest. By the time he reached Lealholm, the brother and sister had finished selling goods and had gone their separate ways: Francis to buy things for various people and Fanny to have some fun.

Fanny’s idea of fun was sex. Cooped up in a house with only a dildo and a man who had resisted all her efforts to make him enter her – the closest was rubbing his cock on her nipples before coming between her peaks – the nymphomaniac servant always made the best use of her weekends in Castleton or Whitby and right now she was itching for some action.

Normally she preferred gentlemen in taverns or inns. They were much safer places than the dockside alehouses where it was difficult to get a room. However on that day she wanted to be banged hard like only a sailor starved of female attention could, so she headed into exactly the same pub where Priscilla had been so easily seduced an hour or so earlier. In fact had Fanny arrived just a few minutes later she could have perhaps changed nearly everyone’s life in this story for the better.

Fanny scanned the room for likely targets, There were a few groups of sailors in by now with the occasional street whore looking for a quickie against the back wall perhaps with a few observers. The maid saw the gold rings been worn by one group and thought that it would not be the worst thing if one of them happened to be gifted to her. Using the criteria of being able to understand some English and being less dirty than his colleagues, Fanny chose a Cypriot from the Tunisian’s boat.

Because this was not an inn, the only way to get a bit of privacy was to bribe the landlord into using one of his family rooms which would normally involve having to lock up any children elsewhere while copulation took place above the bar. Fortunately this landlord’s offspring were out having lunch with their mother and the Cypriot had a full purse so they were able to use the master bedroom once given the key.

Fanny, as she did with all her lovers, inspected her lover’s genitalia. All those years of living in a doctor’s house had taught her to be careful plus she was fairly sure by now she could not get pregnant, perhaps due to the result of early treatments in that area but, her immune system was very strong as were her arms to deal with any subsequent trouble caused by rejection. He appeared clean and she started to suck.

“Boobies” offered the man whose name was Nicos, so having got him hard she stripped off. Fortunately he knew how to remove a corset without using a knife, which was a relief to her after some previous experiences with foreign sailors. He pushed her to the bed and buried his head in the valley between her mountains using his hands to mould her breasts and pinch her nipples. Fanny did not care for all this fore play and stretched as far as she could to grab him by his penis.

“Inside” she pointed with her other hand. Some women orgasm from gentle stimulation of the clitoris but for her it was being penetrated deep and hard. Normally men could not wait to satisfy themselves but he was clearly a breast fetishist. The maid grabbed hold of the iron railings which passed for a head board and pushed his head away from mouthing every inch of her fun bags, holding him until he accepted the order to “Fuck”.

It was an average size but thick cock that pushed its way through both sets of labial doors and into her hungry vaginal passage, just the kind she liked. She was not that wet due to concentrating on dealing with his obsession rather than her own preparedness and it was a while since she had moistened his cock, so there was a fair degree of uncomfortable friction to contend with, although she was not that bothered right now. So long as he could stimulate her pussy, that was all that mattered to Fanny.

Once started, Nicos was a keen fucker. A strong man with what felt like plenty of stamina and a dancer’s sense of rhythm, it would be fair to say he ploughed her and was soon ready to sew his seed. Despite confidence on her infertility, they had both done this so often that what happened next was natural to them both and he expressed his gratitude over his favourite part of her body. He must have liked his own taste as he eagerly licked her spotlessly clean as she rubbed herself to her own finale.

Once dressed, he offered her the least valuable of his many rings which was gratefully accepted. Before they went downstairs he made it clear that he wanted to show her his vessel, so she followed him out of the establishment. After all he had given her some jewellery and being escorted around a boat was not something that happened every day. He showed her off to his shipmates who treated her as though she was nobility, bowing with extravagant arm gestures, almost as though this was a practiced routine, which of course it was.

Eventually he told her that he had one more thing she must see and opened a hatch. Fanny was suddenly suspicious and thanked him for the tour, but said she must be going now. He grabbed her arm firmly and she screamed. This did attract some attention on the riverside but he soon had her muffled, before the noise good be pinpointed. She kicked and braced herself until the pressure from Nicos and another sailor **** her down. Once below, the guards took charge of the battered maid and threw her in.

“Another guest.” announced one of the other inmates.