She's nervous but eager

Dear Sir Williard,

Luncheon consisted of a cold potato soup, chicken salad, a local fruit not dissimilar to dragon fruit but much larger and more flavourful followed by seconds of ginger snaps and whipped cream and peppermint. As good as the food was, I found sharing the table with both Miss Peach and her mother to be most disconcerting. Hunter, I was informed was off visiting friends but Miss Amber sat quietly at the table across from were I was seated between the two women that I had coupled with in the past twelve hours. Allow me to briefly describe what happened when I arrived outside Miss Peach's chambers as it might help you make sense of the peculiar situation that I found myself in.

I recognized Miss Peach's flustered response to my knock and identified myself quietly. I heard a gasp of alarm followed by the sound of a drawer closing a little too hard and then more quickly than I thought possible, the door was opened by that beautiful young woman. Before I could even offer her the breakfast tray by way of explaining my unannounced arrival I was pulled into the large room. Miss Peach's enthusiastic response to my sudden appearance was made more difficult by her lack of proper attire. I had expected, Sir Williard, that by this time in the mid-morning hours that the young woman would be fully dressed, but instead she was wearing a scanty sleeveless nightdress with a scooped neckline help up by thin straps. The garment was tailored to emphasize her slender waist and then flared out again over her hips only to end just below her knees. A housecoat that was not even belted at her waist covered her arms and shoulders but both of these garments were fashioned from a sheer pale silk that clung to the women's curves provocatively. The effect was much like pictures of veiled dancers in the Ottoman hareems whose charms were accentuated rather than concealed by the gossamer fabric that floated about their lush bodies.

"I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to come." Miss Peach's voice was husky and so low that I had to lean down to hear her. Unfortunately this meant my gaze dropped to the rapidly lifting and falling expanse of lush white flesh that threatened to burst from the cut lace bodice of her dress. It is most difficult, I have found Lord Johnson, to speak to a woman barely dressed, and even more so when that particular woman is young and beautiful and has very recently been spread out under you crying out softly as you claimed her innocence. Unable to meet her eyes I tried first to lower mine to the floor but that only reminded me that Miss Peach was wearing neither stockings nor slippers on her bare feet so instead concentrated on a picture of a rocking horse on the far side of her bed.

"I brought you breakfast." I remember offering awkwardly, and feeling most relieved when the young woman in question took the tray from my hand. "Perhaps I should leave and let you get dressed?" Everywhere I looked in the room were small signs that I did not belong. The childish pictures hanging on the wall reminded me that this woman was more than six years my junior and better suited to dolls and make-believe than what we had shared, through a slightly open cabinet door I saw an assortment of petticoats and other unmentionables, and her small bed was unmade and the imprint of her body was still visible amongst the rumpled bedding."Perhaps I should leave and let you get dressed?" Most disturbing of all, Sir Williard was the heavy scent of sex that hung in the air. Unable to resist any longer I studied the young woman before me and came to the conclusion that I had caught her almost in the act of self pleasuring.

The signs of arousal are hard to conceal from a trained man such as you and I, in addition to the musky scent that filled the chamber, I could see a noticeable flush on Miss Peach's face, the fluttering of a vein on her pale throat and most damning of all a discoloured spot of dampness on the bed where her pelvis must have been pressed just before I knocked on her door. A closer examination of the young woman's hands revealed a glistening sheen on the fingers of her right hand. Mortified by the sudden realization I stepped back against the door searching for the doorknob that was surprisingly allusive when Miss Peach set aside the tray and closed with me like a pugilist cornering his opponent against the ropes.

"Don't leave, Dr. Baxter." Her soft hand landed on my chest like the blow from the boxer, "I don't know what I would do with myself." I remember thinking unkindly that I knew exactly what she would be doing with herself, but I refrained from embarrassing the young woman. Despite my best intentions when I took the tray from her mother I felt the last of my control slip away when her thigh pressed against mine, and I decided then and there that I would have this beautiful young woman one more time before leaving this estate for good. At times like this, I have found, extra talk often detracts from the moment and so without a word I lifted the young woman's chin and lowered my mouth to hers. The effect was more powerful than the eruption of Vesuvius and Miss Peach melted into my arms as I swept her up off her feet.

"Yes." She murmured as I pushed the dressing gown from her shoulders, "Oh yes!" again when I pulled one of the straps of her gown so hard that it snapped loose and allowed me to feast on her uncovered breast and finally, "Oh God YES!" when I pulled the nightgown completely off her leaving her as nude as a Greek sculpture and just as erotic. After yet another long kiss I stepped back from the panting young woman and as swiftly as I've ever done in my life pulled off my jacket, waistcoat and shirt until I stood before her wearing only a sleeveless cotton undershirt and trousers.

Before I could turn my attention to the lower half of my clothing, Miss Peach fell to her knees at my feet and with surprising dexterity unfastened my fly and pulled both my trousers and undergarments to my knees. I relate these events neither for the sake of salacious defamation, nor in an attempt to aggrandize my masculine magnetism, Sir Williard, but as a matter of scientific completeness of the shameful account. You must recall that until just a few days ago this young woman was as reserved and reticent as any citizen of her standing in our great Empire, and yet now - in her childhood bedroom no less- the once shy maiden was attacking my loins with the hungry need of a starving hyena. By now I have explained the corruptive strength of the Blush enough times to know that I was powerless to stop Miss Peach from taking me into her mouth. I did resist the temptation to climax into the needy young woman's mouth, but not through any nobleness on my part. I found that although enthusiastic, Miss Peach lacked the skill and finesse I had experienced the night before with her mother and instead of letting her learn through practice I kicked off my trousers and carried her to her bed where I deposited her boorishly and lifted her slender ankles onto my shoulders.

In this position with her knees pinned back against her breasts I proceeded to piston in and out of her exquisitely tight channel. Lady Peach might have the experience and skill to satisfy a man all night long, but nothing could compare to the tightness of a newly opened vagina or the gasps of wonder from a maid who has never before been ruthlessly fucked. Twice, she came while I pounded her, my efforts aided no doubt by her own fingers before I even arrived, and then after I emptied jet after pulsing jet of semen into her, I remembered what her mother said about lemon curd and allowed her to try again and satisfy me with her mouth. You might think, Sir Williard, that a young woman of Miss Peach's standing would object to such a loveless and demeaning treatment, but instead she obediently licked and sucked every last bit of the flavourful concoction from my member and once again brought me to full length.

"That is amazing." I told the young succubus as I pulled slowly away from her, "but there is a position that I have yet to try that might be pleasing to both of us. I am pleased to say that the nymph nodded her head willingly and let me position her face-down upon her bed with her legs spread wide apart allowing me complete access to her glistening sex from behind. I did not tell the girl that this was yet another of the positions I learnt from her own mother the night before, but as I sank deep within her I reflected that I had the best of both worlds her on the Peach estate, the opportunity to learn from an experienced lover and then to practice these lessons upon the firm flesh of the daughter. With one hand under her belly stroking her clitoris, and the other pulling and twisting on her puckered nipples I brought Miss Peach to two more explosions of passion before finally allowing myself one more moment of ecstasy while pounding into the whimpering debutante from behind.

Perhaps, Lord Johnson, you can now see why as soon as was politely possible, I left the luncheon table and retreated to the sanctuary of my small suite of rooms. During the course of the morning, I regret to inform you, my resolve to leave these sinful halls has evaporated; my concern now is that Miss Peach not learn that she will be sharing me with the very woman who brought her forth onto this cursed planet twenty years ago.