Milton Belle

A note before we start. Dunster is a real village a couple of miles from Minehead and is well worth a visit.
http://www.dunster-exmoor.co.uk/
Apparently the Castle there was occupied by the Lutterell family until the National Trust bought it in the 19 70s.
The West Somerset Railway is also real and a must for any railway enthusiast. A good reason to leave the car and travel to visit places by train.
It wasn't until the 1880's that trains ran as far as Minehead. I've had John and Margaret going as far as Watchet which is how it would have been in the 1860's.
Earlier than that ? I don't know.....
Please forgive my artistic licence therefore in manipulating historical fact for my own ends.

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The Darkshire industrial landscape flowed by the train window and Margaret let it drift through her vision as she snuggled into John's encircling arm.
John let his mind have free rein. It was so seldom that he had this luxury when there were a million and one things he had to think about and do..........
And in it's free time his mind focused itself on.......Margaret and all that the 2 of them might do with their time in the next 2 weeks.

One of the ideas at the top of his list was scuppered for the time being as another couple had joined them in their carriage.
A doctor and his wife. A decided dour and colourless pair. He couldn't imagine them laughing together as he and Margaret did.
Nor could he imagine this sour, miserable looking woman lost in that part wanton, part innocent abandon that Margaret made look so good.
He shot the pair some rather unfriendly glowers as if hoping it would persuade them to leave shifting uncomfortably to try to accommodate the effect his thought's of Margaret had produced.

Then Oh blessed relief they approached Crewe and the couple prepared to get off. John all but slammed the compartment door behind them before drawing the blinds.
A low purr of appreciation for this far more satisfactory situation escaping him......

Margaret felt that luxuriant dark hair tickle her cheek and the heady manly scent that was Essence of John pervade her nostrils as his beautiful mouth devoured her neck.

A rosy bloom of pleasure rose up her throat and her breathing became shallower with excitement. A fact that aroused John even further.
He gave a needy groan and took Margaret's hand between his thighs. moving from her neck to look at her as he murmured.
“ Can you see what you do to me Angel ?” Margaret nodded slowly. The undulation of the train pressed her hand against John giving him a massage that had his eyes closing and his breath catching in his throat.
Margaret whimpered as his hand cupped her breast. A thumb brushing over the hard nipple through her gown.
Their mouth's met in a ravenous, primal kiss. Moans and gasps swallowed up though vibrating on lips and tongues.
John broke the kiss. Eyes blazing white hot by now. “ Forgive me Angel. “ He whispered. ” But I can't wait any longer. I have to have you right here and now “.

Margaret blushed even pinker but she needed this as much as he did. If ever she would be ready to try out the trick Elisabeth had told her about the time was now.

She sank to her knees on the carriage floor reaching out to unfasten John's trousers.
His prick slid out hard and flushed, giving little jerks of hopeful anticipation. A single tear oozing from the tip.
It looked so inviting. Margaret could hardly believe she had been afraid. One hand tenderly cupped his balls heavy and swollen with lust the other stroked the shaft.
John was quite happy enough with this state of affairs so when Margaret adjusted her position leaning her head towards his groin he almost came then and there with the delicious thought of what she was about to do.
“ Are you sure about this Angel ?” He asked barely above a whisper. His whole body was trembling with incredulous anticipation and he knew he wouldn't last long if she continued.
In answer Margaret slowly lowered her mouth over the tip. It had a musky, salty savour. Tasting, she thought how John smelled. And she liked it particularly the smooth warm liquid at the tip.

John was in paradise. He had always enjoyed when Mattie did this and she was an expert mouth and tongue mind blowingly agile.
Margaret hadn't a clue what to do but it didn't matter. She had him so aroused . And coupled with the bliss of knowing she had wanted to do this for him meant that just the feel of her lips and tongue against his flesh were all he required.
She was enjoying the feel of the head on her lips and her tongue loved the taste ho him as it glided from base to head and back.
To John it was the most amazing.....the most glorious, wonderful...perfect........
“ Ooooh god........Ooh Margaret......yes....yes......ooooooh yeeeesssss !”

Margaret was so surprised by this sudden explosive burst of ecstasy that she swallowed the mouthful of thick white fluid before she thought about it.
It felt and tasted decidedly odd but John was looking at her as though she were the most wonderful creature in creation that this barely registered.
John offered her a handkerchief to wipe her mouth and a drink of elderflower cordial to take away any odd after taste before pulling her onto his lap.
“ My darling girl. You are full of surprises. And that was one of your best. How did you find out about that little trick ?”

Margaret giggled headily and told him about his Aunt's advice to her along with the 2 books she had borrowed.
“ Fanny Hill ?” John gave a shout of delight. “ Well well, good old Aunt Elisabeth. A boy in my dorm at school smuggled that book into school and read it to us all by candlelight. “
He was full of effervescent good humour. The bliss of his orgasm making every nerve sing.
He got Margaret comfortable against him. “ Now it's your turn for pleasure my little Venus”.
He resumed kissing her as before and once again cupped her breasts. Still keeping them covered he used the fabric to help stimulating the soft mounds and firm peaks.

Lifting her skirts he pulled down her bloomers sufficiently to enter a long finger into her
sopping wet pussy.
He alternated between sliding first one, then two and three fingers in and out of her and circling her clit with his thumb.
Like him she was too aroused to last long and he held her trembling body close as she wailed, gasped and moaned out her ecstasy into his mouth, still clamped upon hers.


The carriage buzzed with the energy of sated lust and orgasms and the delicious smell of pheromones lingered on the air. Margaret explained about the Ananga Ranga as the second book she had borrowed.

John considered in silent wonder how his Aunt and Uncle had accumulated such books.
“ It seems we have some interesting bedtime reading to share”. He kissed Margaret gently.
Hot passion now mellowed by tenderness.
“ Perhaps we could read to each other and maybe act out a few scenes together.”.
He was giving her such hopeful looks and Margaret reasoned that after plucking up the courage to give oral sex she had little to fear now.
So she looked puckish instead. “ It sounds like a fine game”. She murmured.

They cuddled together and finished their train journey in companionable silence.

It ended at the tiny harbour town of Watchet. Here they were met by Bradbury's coach.


Margaret looked uncertain as the luggage was piled on board for the coat of arms on the coach side said Luttrell.

“ That's right”. John assured her.Luttrell is Philippa Bradbury's maiden name. Dunster Castle's been in her family's hands for centuries but her parents left no sons. just Philippa. Alfred's promised to keep the Luttrell name alive though”.

Margaret was hardly prepared for the sight of the great Castle hovering over the hill top village so well preserved form the middle ages.

Arthur and Philippa greeted their guests warmly. They had a quiet walk around the castle grounds and the village to blow off the cobwebs of travel before tea in the garden.

After this John announced that what he'd rather like was a long hot bath. The look he gave Margaret seemed to strip her bare where she sat and she suddenly felt in need of bathing herself.
In the relaxing warmth of the water Margaret could see the gentle rising of John's cock again.

“ And what are you thinking of may I ask ?” She purred sweetly. Though it thrilled her to think she already knew and was proved right as John's voice deepening with new desire rumbled “ I'm thinking of what that pretty mouth was doing in the train Dearest and how I'd like you to do it again. “

Margaret rose from the bath. Like Aphrodite born from the sea foam John thought lust rising again in waves as her watched her swaying form move to the bed to wait for him.

He made himself comfortable and found himself faced with a look of alluring simplicity.
“ I'm afraid my performance earlier was not very good with my being just a beginner and I want to be very good for you My Lord. Will you teach me how please ?”

So she lowered her head to capture him between her lips again and John guided her gently.
Shouting her praises to the battlements as she took him to heaven and back again.

TBC