Bobby entered the azure chamber without knocking. The room—one of several he had specially designed for intimate encounters—featured a massive bed, strategically placed mirrors, and subtle lighting that flattered even the most insecure participant. Lady Margaret Fitzwilliam sat perched on the edge of the bed, while her younger sister stood nervously by the window, both already dressed in diaphanous nightgowns that revealed more than they concealed.
"Ladies," Bobby greeted them, his voice immediately dropping to a deeper register that he knew from experience triggered an almost pavlovian response in women. "What a delightful surprise."
Lady Margaret rose immediately, a practiced smile spreading across her face. At twenty-three, she embodied the classic English rose—fair skin, honey-blonde hair, and a figure that balanced the line between slender elegance and womanly curves. "Baron Kestrel," she purred, dropping into a curtsy that deliberately allowed her gown to gape open, revealing the full curve of her breasts. "You mentioned last time that perhaps Eliza might join us. I hope we haven't presumed too much."
Bobby's gaze shifted to the younger sister, who blushed furiously under his scrutiny. Eliza Fitzwilliam couldn't be more than eighteen, with the same blonde coloring as her sister but softer features still rounded with youth. Her nervous fidgeting contrasted sharply with Margaret's practiced seduction.
"Not at all," Bobby replied, moving further into the room and closing the door behind him. "Though I confess, I hadn't expected quite such literal interpretation of what was merely playful suggestion."
Margaret approached him with deliberate movements, her hips swaying beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown. "Eliza has heard so much about you," she murmured, reaching up to trail her fingers along the front of his doublet. "I might have shared certain... details of our previous encounters."
"Sisterly confidences?" Bobby suggested with a raised eyebrow, catching her wandering hand and bringing it to his lips. "How... comprehensive was your description?"
Margaret's eyes flashed with mischief. "Comprehensive enough that she begged to accompany me when I received your invitation to return." She glanced back at her sister, who remained frozen by the window. "Though I believe the reality of the situation has rendered her momentarily shy."
Bobby released Margaret's hand and moved toward Eliza, who tensed visibly as he approached. Unlike the brazenly revealing cut of Margaret's gown, Eliza's nightdress featured a high neck and long sleeves, though the sheer fabric still revealed the shadow of her nipples and the dark triangle between her thighs.
"Lady Eliza," he greeted her, his voice gentler than the commanding tone he'd used with Margaret. "You seem uncertain. Perhaps your sister has exaggerated the pleasures to be found here."
The girl swallowed hard, her eyes darting between Bobby and her sister. "I... No, my lord. Margaret has been most... vivid in her descriptions." Her voice, barely above a whisper, carried the refined accent of proper English nobility despite her evident nervousness. "I simply find myself somewhat overwhelmed by the... reality."
"Specifically," Margaret interjected with sisterly impatience, "she's terrified by what I told her about your size. Show her, Bobby. Let her see what she's in for."
Bobby shot Margaret a reproving look. "Your sister deserves some consideration, Lady Margaret. Not everyone shares your remarkable enthusiasm for immediate proceedings."
He returned his attention to Eliza, maintaining a respectful distance despite the intimate setting. "We need do nothing at all if you're uncomfortable," he assured her. "Observation alone might prove sufficient introduction to these activities."
Margaret made a sound of disappointment, but Eliza's shoulders relaxed slightly at this assurance. "I would like to watch," she admitted, her voice steadying. "At first, at least. Margaret said... she said it was like nothing she'd ever experienced before."
Bobby inclined his head in acknowledgment. "Then that is where we'll begin." He turned to Margaret, his expression shifting to something more commanding. "Undress me."
Margaret moved forward eagerly, her fingers already working at the fastenings of his doublet. "She was most curious about your stamina," she commented conversationally as she pushed the garment from his shoulders. "I told her how you remained hard even after spending three times inside me during our last encounter."
Bobby allowed her to continue undressing him, his gaze fixed on Eliza, who watched with fascination despite her evident nervousness. As Margaret pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly muscled torso, Eliza's eyes widened appreciatively.
"You maintained your figure well for a man of your... position," Eliza observed, then immediately blushed at her own boldness.
Bobby smiled. "The benefits of regular exercise and disciplined habits," he replied, the mundane explanation masking the reality of his nanite-maintained physiology. "Though perhaps tonight's activities might constitute exercise enough."
Margaret laughed as she knelt before him, unfastening his breeches with practiced movements. "That depends entirely on how vigorously you intend to proceed," she teased, hooking her fingers into the waistband. "Last time left me unable to sit comfortably for two days afterward."
With a deliberate slowness clearly intended to build anticipation, Margaret drew his breeches downward, revealing his already impressive manhood. Even relaxed, his size exceeded what most men could claim at full arousal—thick, veined, and proportioned with intimidating perfection.
Eliza gasped audibly. "That can't possibly... I mean, how could anyone...?" She trailed off, her eyes fixed on his exposed member.
"I assure you, it's quite possible," Margaret replied before Bobby could speak. She wrapped her fingers around his length, demonstrating how her hand couldn't fully encircle its girth. "With adequate preparation and proper technique."
Bobby placed his hand on Margaret's head, guiding her gently away. "Perhaps a demonstration would prove more instructive than mere description," he suggested, stepping out of his breeches and moving toward the bed. "Lady Eliza, you may observe from whatever position provides the clearest view."
Margaret followed him eagerly, shedding her nightgown with a single fluid movement that suggested considerable practice at disrobing for an audience. Her body, already familiar to Bobby from their previous encounters, displayed the pale perfection expected of noble English womanhood—full breasts with pink nipples already tightening in anticipation, narrow waist flaring to rounded hips, and a carefully depilated cunt that reflected the latest court fashion.
"How would you have me, my lord?" she asked, striking a deliberately provocative pose at the edge of the bed.
Bobby considered her for a moment, aware of Eliza's fascinated gaze. "On your back," he decided. "With your legs spread. Your sister should see everything clearly from that angle."
Margaret complied immediately, positioning herself in the center of the large bed with her thighs parted to reveal her sex—already glistening with obvious arousal. Bobby followed more slowly, settling himself between her legs without immediately taking her. Instead, he lowered his head, his tongue extending to trace the length of her slit with deliberate slowness.
"Oh!" Margaret gasped, her hips jerking upward at the contact. "Yes, just like that."
Bobby worked methodically, using his tongue to part her folds and explore her most sensitive areas with practiced skill. He alternated broad strokes that covered her entire cunt with more focused attention to her clitoris, occasionally glancing toward Eliza to ensure she had a clear view of these proceedings.
The younger sister had moved closer, now standing beside the bed with her eyes wide and her breathing quickened. Her hand unconsciously pressed against the front of her nightgown, applying pressure where her own arousal had begun to make itself known.
"You see how he prepares me?" Margaret gasped, her fingers tangling in Bobby's hair as he continued his oral ministrations. "Making me good and wet before—oh God!—before he puts that magnificent cock inside me."
Bobby increased his efforts, adding first one finger and then a second into Margaret's eager body, stretching her systematically while continuing to pleasure her with his tongue. Her legs trembled as he curled his fingers upward, finding the spot he knew from experience would push her rapidly toward climax.
"Fuck!" Margaret cried out, her normally refined accent momentarily giving way to cruder expressions as pleasure overwhelmed her. "Right there, Bobby! Don't stop!"
He maintained the precise rhythm and pressure that had triggered her response, feeling her inner muscles beginning to contract around his fingers as her first orgasm approached. Within moments, she was bucking beneath him, her thighs clamping around his head as she came with theatrical enthusiasm that Bobby suspected was partly for her sister's benefit.
As Margaret's climax subsided, Bobby straightened, his cock now fully erect and standing proudly from his body. The full extent of his arousal drew another gasp from Eliza, whose hand now pressed more deliberately against her own sex despite her continued outward hesitation.
"Now you'll see the real miracle," Margaret panted, still flushed from her orgasm as she propped herself up on her elbows. "Watch carefully, Eliza. You won't believe what happens next."
Bobby positioned himself at Margaret's entrance, the broad head of his cock parting her folds without yet pushing inside. "Are you sufficiently prepared?" he asked, maintaining the pretense that this was her first experience with his substantial girth despite their previous encounters.
"Yes," Margaret moaned, spreading her legs wider in obvious invitation. "Please, Baron Kestrel. I need you inside me."
With deliberate slowness, Bobby began to push forward, the head of his cock stretching Margaret's entrance visibly as it gradually disappeared into her body. He paused repeatedly, allowing her time to adjust to his size despite knowing from experience that she could accommodate him completely.
"Sweet Jesus," Eliza whispered, abandoning any pretense of disinterest as she watched her sister taking Bobby's impressive manhood inch by inch. "Does it hurt terribly?"
"It burns a little at first," Margaret admitted through gritted teeth, her body tensing visibly as Bobby continued his careful penetration. "But then—oh God!—then it feels incredible. Like being filled completely."
Bobby continued his methodical progress until he was fully seated inside Margaret, his considerable length buried to the hilt in her willing body. He held himself there, allowing her internal muscles to adjust to his size while giving Eliza an unobstructed view of their connection.
"You see?" Margaret gasped, her voice strained from the fullness. "All of it. Every magnificent inch."
Bobby began to withdraw slowly, the visual of his thick shaft emerging from Margaret's stretched entrance clearly having a profound effect on Eliza, whose breathing had accelerated noticeably. When only the head remained inside, he reversed direction, pushing back in with slightly more force than before.
"Yes!" Margaret cried, her back arching from the bed. "Harder, Bobby! Don't be gentle!"
He established a steady rhythm, each thrust slightly more forceful than the last, gradually building toward the vigorous pace he knew Margaret preferred. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the chamber, punctuated by Margaret's increasingly vocal expressions of pleasure.
"Take off your gown, Eliza," Margaret suddenly commanded between gasps. "Let him see you while he fucks me."
Eliza hesitated momentarily, but the arousal evident in her flushed cheeks and rapid breathing had clearly overcome her initial reserve. With trembling fingers, she unfastened the ribbons at her throat and slowly drew the nightgown over her head, revealing a body similar to her sister's though with the softer curves of youth not yet hardened by childbearing or excessive court dieting.
"Beautiful," Bobby commented sincerely, never breaking his rhythm inside Margaret. "Come closer. Let your sister introduce us properly."
Eliza moved to the edge of the bed, her natural modesty fighting a visible battle with the arousal that had clearly overtaken her better judgment. Margaret reached for her sister's hand, pulling her down onto the mattress beside them.
"Touch him," Margaret encouraged, guiding Eliza's hand toward where Bobby's cock continued sliding in and out of her body. "Feel how hard he is, how much of him I'm taking."
With obvious trepidation mixed with curiosity, Eliza allowed her fingers to brush against the base of Bobby's shaft where it disappeared into her sister. The contact made her gasp, her eyes widening at the combination of rigid hardness and silken skin.
"Now touch yourself," Margaret continued, her voice strained as Bobby maintained his steady rhythm. "Show him how wet you're getting from watching us."
Eliza's blush deepened, but her hand moved between her own legs, fingers tentatively exploring her folds beneath the watchful gaze of both her sister and Bobby. Her inexperience was evident in her hesitant movements, though the wetness visible on her fingers confirmed her arousal despite her conscious reservations.
"That's it," Margaret encouraged, her words punctuated by gasps as Bobby began to increase his pace. "Show him how much you want him too."
Bobby maintained complete control despite the visual stimulation of watching Eliza's clumsy self-exploration alongside Margaret's enthusiastic reception of his thrusts. His superhuman physiology allowed him to regulate his responses with precision impossible for normal men, ensuring he could prolong the encounter indefinitely if desired.
"Would you like to taste him?" Margaret asked her sister suddenly, the question causing Eliza's movements to falter momentarily.
"I—I don't know how," Eliza admitted, her voice small despite the evident desire in her expression.
Bobby slowed his movements, studying the younger woman with calculated interest. "There's no requirement to participate beyond your comfort," he assured her, his voice steady despite the vigorous activity he'd been engaged in moments before. "Observation alone is perfectly acceptable."
"No," Eliza replied, surprising both Bobby and her sister with her sudden decisiveness. "I want to try. Margaret says it's... that the taste is unlike anything else."
Bobby carefully withdrew from Margaret, his cock glistening with her juices as it emerged from her body. Margaret made a sound of disappointment at the interruption, but quickly shifted to a kneeling position beside him.
"Watch me first," she instructed her sister, taking Bobby's length in her hand. "See how I use my tongue around the head? That's where he's most sensitive."
With practiced expertise, Margaret demonstrated her technique, licking broad stripes up the underside of Bobby's cock before taking the head into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction, her hand working the shaft where her mouth couldn't reach.
After several moments of this demonstration, she released him with an audible pop. "Your turn," she told Eliza, directing her sister into position. "Don't worry about taking too much. Just start with the head and use your tongue like I showed you."
Eliza moved hesitantly forward, her eyes wide as Bobby's impressive manhood bobbed before her face. With visible trepidation, she extended her tongue, giving the head an experimental lick that made her eyes widen further.
"It tastes... different than I expected," she murmured, before taking another, more confident lick. "Not unpleasant, just... unusual."
"Take it in your mouth," Margaret encouraged, moving behind her sister and placing guiding hands on her shoulders. "Just the head at first. That's it."
Eliza followed her sister's instruction, her lips stretching around the broad head of Bobby's cock. Her technique was obviously inexperienced—too much teeth, insufficient suction—but her enthusiasm made up for these shortcomings as she attempted to replicate what she'd observed.
"Relax your jaw," Bobby suggested gently, his hand coming to rest lightly on her head. "Don't try to take too much too quickly."
Margaret moved to kneel beside her sister, her hand stroking Bobby's shaft while Eliza continued her awkward but enthusiastic oral exploration. "See how he responds to different movements of your tongue?" she pointed out. "Try circling just under the head—yes, like that."
The sisters continued this impromptu lesson, Margaret providing instruction while Eliza gradually grew more confident in her movements. Bobby maintained perfect control throughout, allowing them to direct the encounter despite being nominally the dominant participant.
After several minutes, Margaret grew impatient with the instructional pace. "I need him inside me again," she announced, moving back onto the bed and positioning herself on hands and knees. "Fuck me from behind, Bobby. Let Eliza see how deep you can go that way."
Bobby gently disengaged from Eliza's increasingly enthusiastic attentions. "Continue watching if you prefer," he told her, moving behind her sister. "Or you might explore yourself more thoroughly while observing."
Eliza nodded, settling herself at the head of the bed where she could watch Bobby positioning himself behind Margaret. Her hand returned between her thighs, her movements more confident now as arousal overcame her earlier hesitations.
Bobby gripped Margaret's hips, aligning himself with her entrance before pushing forward in a single smooth motion that buried him completely inside her. The angle allowed for deeper penetration than the previous position, drawing a sharp cry from Margaret as he bottomed out against her cervix.
"Fuck!" she gasped, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets. "So deep! God, it's so fucking deep like this!"
Bobby established a powerful rhythm, his hips slapping against Margaret's ass with each thrust. The force drove her forward on the bed until she braced herself against the headboard, her knuckles white as she pushed back to meet each powerful stroke.
Eliza watched with fascination, her fingers working more rapidly between her legs as the raw carnality of the scene ignited her own desires beyond mere curiosity. Her breathing had become ragged, her nipples visibly tightened into hard peaks that Bobby noted with professional interest despite his focus on thoroughly satisfying Margaret.
"Touch your sister," Bobby suggested, never breaking his powerful rhythm. "See how sensitive her nipples have become from our activities."
Margaret moaned encouragement at this suggestion, and after a moment's hesitation, Eliza reached out to cup one of her sister's swinging breasts. The contact drew another cry from Margaret, her body clenching visibly around Bobby's invading length.
"Pinch them," Margaret gasped, pushing her chest more firmly into her sister's tentative touch. "Hard, the way I like it."
Eliza complied with increasing confidence, rolling her sister's nipple between her fingers before applying pressure that would have been painful in less aroused circumstances. Margaret's response—a keening wail of pleasure—encouraged Eliza to continue this experimentation, her other hand still working between her own legs.
Bobby maintained his powerful rhythm, watching as Eliza's inhibitions gradually dissolved in the face of overwhelming arousal. He could see her approaching her own climax despite the indirect nature of her participation, her fingers moving with increasing urgency as she stimulated herself while watching his cock pistoning in and out of her sister's willing body.
"I'm getting close," Margaret warned, her voice ragged with approaching orgasm. "Don't stop! Fuck me harder!"
Bobby complied, increasing both speed and force until the entire bed shook with the power of his thrusts. Margaret's cries grew louder, less coherent, as she approached her peak. When her climax hit, her entire body convulsed, inner muscles clamping around Bobby's cock with pulsing contractions he could have resisted but chose to enjoy.
"Fuck!" Margaret screamed, the crude word exploding from her aristocratic lips as pleasure overwhelmed her. "I'm coming! Fuck, Bobby, I'm coming so hard!"
Her violent orgasm triggered Eliza's own climax, the younger sister crying out in surprised pleasure as her fingers brought her to unexpected completion. Bobby watched with satisfaction as both women shuddered through their respective releases, maintaining his relentless pace inside Margaret to prolong her pleasure.
As Margaret's climax began to subside, Bobby carefully withdrew, his cock still rigid and glistening with her juices. "Turn over," he directed her, his voice carrying absolute authority despite its quiet delivery.
Margaret complied immediately, rolling onto her back with limbs still trembling from her powerful orgasm. Bobby positioned himself above her again, re-entering her with a single smooth thrust that forced the breath from her lungs in an audible gasp.
"Watch carefully, Eliza," he instructed, establishing a slower rhythm that allowed clear view of his shaft disappearing into Margaret's body. "See how her cunt stretches to accommodate my size? How her body accepts me completely despite the initial resistance?"
Eliza had recovered somewhat from her own climax, her cheeks flushed with mingled embarrassment and renewed arousal as she observed the explicit display. "It's remarkable," she admitted, her voice steadier than before despite the intimate nature of their activities. "I wouldn't have believed it possible if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."
"Would you like to feel it?" Bobby asked directly, maintaining his steady rhythm inside Margaret while fixing Eliza with his penetrating gaze. "Not necessarily with my cock, but perhaps my fingers might demonstrate how your body could eventually accommodate similar fullness."
Eliza swallowed visibly, her earlier climax having reduced but not eliminated her nervous hesitation. "I... yes," she finally whispered. "But I'm... that is, I've never..."
"Your maidenhead remains intact," Bobby finished for her, the statement rather than question delivered with characteristic directness. "I have no intention of changing that status tonight. There are many ways to experience pleasure without that particular barrier being breached."
Relief and disappointment warred visibly on Eliza's face, though the former ultimately prevailed. "Then yes, I would like to feel... something."
Margaret, despite being thoroughly preoccupied with Bobby's continued attention, managed to contribute to this negotiation. "Let him touch you, Eliza," she encouraged between gasps. "His fingers will make you come harder than anything you've ever felt before."
Bobby carefully adjusted his position, maintaining his connection with Margaret while creating space for Eliza to join them more directly. "Lie beside your sister," he instructed the younger woman. "Close enough that I can reach you comfortably."
Eliza complied with this direction, stretching out alongside Margaret with her thighs slightly parted in nervous invitation. Bobby continued his methodical thrusting into Margaret while his hand moved to explore Eliza's untouched sex, his fingers gently parting her folds to assess her readiness.
"You're already quite wet," he observed with clinical appreciation. "Your body responds naturally despite your conscious hesitations. That's excellent."
Eliza made a small sound—half embarrassment, half pleasure—as his fingers explored her most intimate areas with careful precision. Bobby took his time, mapping her responses to different types of touch while maintaining his steady rhythm inside Margaret. When his fingertip grazed Eliza's clitoris, her hips jerked upward involuntarily, a gasp escaping her lips.
"Sensitive here," Bobby noted, applying gentle circular pressure that immediately intensified her response. "And what about inside? Shall we explore that as well?"
"Yes," Eliza whispered, her legs spreading wider in unconscious invitation despite her verbal hesitation. "But... carefully. Please."
Bobby nodded, his finger moving lower to circle her entrance without yet pushing inside. The gentle teasing drew another gasp from Eliza, her hips tilting upward in unconscious encouragement. Margaret, watching this interaction despite her own continued pleasure, reached over to take her sister's hand.
"Relax," Margaret advised, squeezing Eliza's fingers. "It feels strange at first, but then it gets so good."
With careful precision, Bobby slid a single finger inside Eliza, moving slowly past the initial resistance until he was buried to the second knuckle. The tight grip of her virginal passage confirmed her stated inexperience, though her body's natural lubrication suggested genuine arousal rather than mere compliance with their activities.
"Breathe deeply," Bobby instructed as Eliza tensed around his invading digit. "Your body will adapt more quickly if you remain relaxed."
Following this direction, Eliza took several deep breaths, her inner muscles gradually relaxing around Bobby's finger. Once he felt this tension ease, he began a gentle in-and-out motion, carefully avoiding her hymen while stimulating the sensitive front wall of her passage.
"Oh!" Eliza gasped, her eyes widening at the unfamiliar but evidently pleasurable sensation. "That feels—I didn't know it could feel like that."
Bobby smiled, increasing the pressure slightly while maintaining his gentle rhythm. "This is merely the beginning of what your body could experience," he told her, his thumb returning to circle her clitoris as his finger continued its internal exploration.
While attending to Eliza's initiation, Bobby had maintained his steady pace inside Margaret, whose own pleasure had begun building toward another peak. The combination of visual stimulation from watching her sister's introduction to these activities and the physical sensation of Bobby's substantial cock moving within her had pushed Margaret back toward the edge surprisingly quickly.
"I'm going to come again," she announced breathlessly, her hands reaching up to pinch her own nipples. "Fuck me harder, Bobby. Let Eliza see what it looks like when you really pound me."
Bobby increased his pace accordingly, driving into Margaret with renewed vigor while maintaining his careful attention to Eliza's more delicate introduction. The contrast created a fascinating tableau—one sister receiving his full, powerful strength while the other experienced the gentlest introduction to physical pleasure under his skilled fingers.
"Watch her face," Bobby instructed Eliza, nodding toward Margaret whose expression had contorted with approaching ecstasy. "See how pleasure transforms her? Your body is capable of the same responses, though your journey there follows a different path than hers."
Eliza's attention shifted between the explicit visual of Bobby's cock hammering into her sister and Margaret's transported expression as another orgasm approached. Her own pleasure continued building under Bobby's skilled manipulation, her hips now moving in unconscious rhythm against his hand.
"I feel strange," she gasped, her free hand clutching at the bedsheet. "Like something's about to happen but I don't know what."
"You're approaching climax," Bobby explained, never breaking his dual rhythms—powerful thrusts into Margaret while his fingers worked their magic on Eliza's responsive body. "Don't fight it. Allow the sensation to build naturally."
Margaret reached her peak first, her back arching off the bed as she screamed her pleasure without regard for potential listeners beyond their chamber. The violent contractions of her inner muscles would have triggered most men's immediate release, but Bobby maintained perfect control, continuing his vigorous pace to extend her pleasure while focusing significant attention on guiding Eliza toward her own completion.
The younger sister followed moments later, her climax less experienced but no less powerful as it coursed through her body. Her thighs clamped around Bobby's hand, trapping his fingers inside her as waves of pleasure caused her virgin passage to contract rhythmically around the invading digit.
"Oh God!" Eliza cried, her eyes wide with shock at the intensity of sensation overwhelming her. "What's happening to me?"
"You're coming," Margaret explained through her own continued pleasure, squeezing her sister's hand tightly. "Just let it happen. Isn't it glorious?"
For several long moments, both sisters shuddered through their respective climaxes—Margaret's experienced body responding to Bobby's continued powerful thrusting, while Eliza discovered new heights of pleasure under his skilled manipulation. As their releases began to subside, Bobby carefully withdrew his finger from Eliza while maintaining his connection with Margaret.
"Now," he announced with calm authority that belied the vigorous activity he'd maintained throughout their encounter, "I'm going to come inside your sister. Watch carefully."
Eliza's eyes widened again, her gaze fixing on the point where Bobby's thick shaft continued sliding in and out of Margaret's thoroughly used passage. Bobby increased his pace one final time, his movements becoming more forceful as he allowed his own pleasure to build toward release.
"Yes!" Margaret encouraged, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "Fill me up! Let me feel you coming inside me!"
With several final, powerful thrusts, Bobby allowed himself to reach completion, his substantial cock pulsing visibly as he pumped his seed deep into Margaret's willing body. The volume exceeded normal human production, quickly overflowing to run down Margaret's thighs despite the depth of his penetration.
"Fuck!" Margaret cried out, the sensation of his hot release triggering an unexpected aftershock of pleasure. "There's so much! God, I can feel it filling me completely!"
Eliza watched with fascination as evidence of Bobby's release continued escaping around his embedded shaft, the quantity far exceeding what she might have expected from her limited understanding of male physiology. "Is it always so... abundant?" she asked, curiosity momentarily overcoming embarrassment.
"Bobby is exceptional in every regard," Margaret confirmed, her body still shuddering with aftershocks as Bobby remained fully seated within her. "Including this particular aspect of his endowments."
More remarkable still to both sisters, Bobby's cock showed no sign of softening despite his evidently substantial release. When he carefully withdrew from Margaret's body, his manhood remained fully erect, glistening with the mixed fluids of their coupling but showing no reduction in either size or rigidity.
"How is that possible?" Eliza gasped, her eyes fixed on his still-imposing erection. "Margaret said you could remain hard through multiple releases, but I thought surely she was exaggerating."
"Another aspect of my exceptional stamina," Bobby replied with deliberate ambiguity that neither confirmed nor denied the supernatural nature of this capability. "Though perhaps more practically relevant—would you like to experience something more substantial than my finger without compromising your maidenhead?"
Eliza's teeth worried at her lower lip as she considered this offer, her gaze shifting between Bobby's intimidating erection and her sister's thoroughly satisfied expression. "I don't see how that's possible," she admitted. "Unless..."
"There are multiple approaches possible," Bobby explained with clinical precision despite the carnal nature of their discussion. "I could use my mouth on you, as I did initially with your sister. Or my fingers could prepare you more thoroughly while avoiding that particular barrier. Or..."
"Or?" Eliza prompted when he paused deliberately.
"Or I could take you from behind, between your thighs rather than actually entering you," Bobby suggested. "You would feel my size, experience the friction and pressure, without actual penetration compromising your technical virtue."
Margaret laughed breathlessly from her position beside them, still recovering from her multiple orgasms. "I highly recommend that option," she interjected. "He did that for me our first time together. It's almost as satisfying as the real thing."
Eliza considered this suggestion with surprising thoughtfulness given their explicit circumstances. "I would like to try that," she finally decided, her voice steadier than before despite the obvious arousal still evident in her flushed cheeks and hardened nipples. "If you're certain it won't... breach anything."
Bobby nodded, his expression remaining calm despite the carnal nature of their negotiation. "I'll maintain absolute control. Your technical virtue will remain intact regardless of how enthusiastic our activities might become."
With that assurance, Eliza allowed Bobby to guide her into position—on her hands and knees, similar to how Margaret had been positioned earlier. Bobby knelt behind her, his still-rigid cock pressing against the soft flesh of her buttocks without yet pushing between her thighs.
"Squeeze your legs together tightly," he instructed, his hands gently positioning her thighs to create the desired friction channel. "This will provide the necessary pressure."
Once Eliza had complied with this direction, Bobby carefully positioned his cock between her thighs, the broad head nudging against her outer labia without attempting to enter. The contact drew a soft gasp from Eliza, her body tensing momentarily before relaxing into the novel sensation.
"I'm going to move now," Bobby warned her, his hands gripping her hips to maintain control of their relative positions. "You'll feel significant pressure, but I won't penetrate you. Trust me to maintain appropriate boundaries."
With careful precision, Bobby began sliding his cock back and forth between Eliza's tightly pressed thighs. The substantial shaft rubbed against her external labia with each movement, creating stimulation without actual entry that drew increasingly enthusiastic responses from the inexperienced girl.
"Oh!" she gasped as the head of his cock brushed against her clitoris during a particularly well-aimed thrust. "That feels incredible!"
Margaret, having recovered somewhat from her own exertions, moved to watch this interaction with obvious interest. "Reach between your legs," she suggested to her sister. "Feel how big he is while he slides against you."
Eliza followed this suggestion, her hand moving beneath her body to explore the substantial shaft moving between her thighs. Her fingers traced its impressive girth with evident wonder, occasionally brushing against her own sensitive tissues in ways that heightened her pleasure.
"It's so hard," she marveled, her fingers wrapping around the portion of Bobby's shaft visible between her legs. "Yet the skin feels so soft. How curious."
Bobby maintained a careful rhythm, ensuring significant stimulation for Eliza while scrupulously avoiding actual penetration despite her increasingly enthusiastic movements. The tight channel created by her pressed thighs provided sufficient friction to be pleasurable without approaching the intensity that might trigger premature release despite his superhuman control.
"Try pushing back against me," he suggested as Eliza grew more comfortable with this arrangement. "Find the rhythm that provides the most pleasure for your particular anatomy."
Taking this direction to heart, Eliza began experimenting with different movements—changing the angle of her hips, varying the pressure of her thighs, pushing back with different timing against Bobby's controlled thrusts. The exploration revealed an unexpectedly confident sensuality beneath her previous nervous hesitation.
"Yes, like that," Bobby encouraged as she found a particularly effective combination that caused his cock to slide directly against her clitoris with each movement. "That position maximizes your pleasure while maintaining appropriate boundaries."
Margaret, not content with merely observing, moved beneath her sister to access her dangling breasts. "Let me help," she offered, her mouth closing around one of Eliza's nipples while her hand reached up to tease the other.
The combined stimulation—Bobby's substantial cock moving between her thighs, Margaret's attention to her sensitive breasts, her own fingers exploring the impressive shaft sliding against her most intimate areas—quickly pushed Eliza toward another climax. Her movements became less coordinated, more instinctive, as pleasure built toward inevitable release.
"I think I'm going to—again—like before," she gasped, her thighs trembling with approaching orgasm.
"Don't fight it," Bobby advised, maintaining his steady rhythm despite her increasingly erratic movements. "Allow the sensation to build naturally."
When her climax hit, Eliza cried out with surprised intensity, her body shuddering between Bobby behind her and Margaret beneath. The powerful contractions would have drawn most men immediately to their own completion, but Bobby maintained perfect control, continuing his methodical movements to extend her pleasure without approaching his own release.
As Eliza's climax began to subside, Margaret extracted herself from beneath her sister, moving to kneel beside Bobby with an expression of hungry anticipation. "My turn again," she announced, her hand reaching for his still-rigid cock as it continued sliding between Eliza's thighs.
Bobby allowed Margaret to guide him away from her sister, Eliza collapsing onto the bed with a satisfied moan as the stimulation ceased. Margaret positioned herself on her back, legs spread in explicit invitation as she guided Bobby's considerable length toward her entrance.
"Fill me again," she demanded, all pretense of aristocratic refinement abandoned in favor of raw carnality. "I want to feel you coming inside me one more time."
Bobby complied with this direct request, entering Margaret with a single powerful thrust that buried him completely. Her body, already thoroughly stretched from their previous activities, accepted him easily despite his substantial size. He established an immediate vigorous pace, recognizing Margaret's clear preference for intense stimulation rather than gentle lovemaking.
"Fuck yes!" she cried, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper with each thrust. "Harder! Make me feel it tomorrow when I'm sitting through those tedious council meetings!"
Bobby increased his force accordingly, driving into Margaret with power that would have injured a less experienced partner. The bed frame creaked ominously beneath them, the entire massive structure sliding slightly across the polished floor with each powerful thrust.
Eliza, recovering from her own recent climax, watched this vigorous coupling with renewed fascination. The raw power of their interaction contrasted sharply with the careful consideration Bobby had shown during her own introduction to physical pleasure, revealing the range of his capabilities depending on his partner's preferences and experience.
"Does it hurt?" she asked her sister, genuine curiosity evident in her voice as she observed Margaret's contorted expression.
"God no," Margaret gasped between powerful thrusts. "It's—fuck!—it's perfect. The edge of pain just makes the pleasure more intense."
Bobby maintained his punishing pace, adjusting his angle to hit the spots he knew from experience would push Margaret most quickly toward another peak. His superhuman stamina allowed him to continue this vigorous activity indefinitely, though he recognized the value of concluding this particular encounter while both sisters remained capable of appreciating its final moments.
"I'm close again," Margaret warned, her fingers digging into Bobby's shoulders hard enough to leave marks that would have lingered on normal human skin. "Don't you dare stop!"
"I intend to join you this time," Bobby informed her, his voice remaining steady despite the vigorous exertion he'd maintained throughout their extended encounter. "Where would you prefer I finish?"
"Inside me," Margaret demanded without hesitation. "I want to feel you filling me up again. Let Eliza see what happens when you really let go."
Bobby nodded, increasing his pace one final time as he allowed his own pleasure to build toward release. Margaret's experienced body responded enthusiastically, her inner muscles beginning to contract rhythmically as another orgasm approached.
"Now!" she screamed as climax claimed her, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through her thoroughly experienced body. "Come with me! Fill me up!"
Bobby allowed his own release to coincide with her peak, his substantial cock pulsing visibly as he pumped another impossibly copious load deep into Margaret's willing body. As before, the volume exceeded normal human production, quickly overflowing despite the depth of his penetration to create rivulets down Margaret's thighs and onto the already stained bedsheets.
Eliza watched with fascination as evidence of Bobby's release continued escaping around his embedded shaft, the quantity far exceeding any biological explanation she might have conceived. More remarkable still, even after this second substantial emission, Bobby's cock showed no sign of softening when he carefully withdrew from Margaret's thoroughly satisfied body.
"How can you possibly still be...?" Eliza gestured vaguely toward his persistently rigid member, her exhaustion momentarily overcoming her previously recovered vocabulary.
"Another aspect of my exceptional constitution," Bobby replied with characteristic ambiguity. "Though perhaps more relevant to your immediate interests—would you like to experience something more before we conclude this evening's activities?"
Eliza glanced at her sister, whose expression of utter satisfaction suggested the thoroughness of Bobby's attentions. After a moment's consideration, the younger woman shook her head reluctantly.
"I think I've experienced quite enough for one introduction," she admitted, though her gaze remained fixed on Bobby's still-imposing erection. "Though I confess some curiosity regarding how many times you might... continue... in a single evening."
Bobby smiled enigmatically. "That particular limit remains undetermined," he replied, the statement technically accurate given his superhuman physiology. "Perhaps future explorations might investigate that boundary more thoroughly, should you decide such activities merit continuation."
Margaret laughed breathlessly from her position on the bed, her limbs still trembling from the intensity of her multiple orgasms. "My dear sister, I can personally attest that five consecutive completions produced no visible reduction in either enthusiasm or capability. Beyond that, I lacked sufficient stamina to continue empirical observation."
Eliza's eyes widened at this report, her gaze returning to Bobby with renewed assessment. "Truly remarkable," she murmured, more to herself than her companions. "I had believed Margaret's descriptions exaggerated for dramatic effect."
"I never exaggerate regarding matters of such importance," Margaret replied with mock seriousness, pushing herself upright with visible effort. "Though I suggest we conclude tonight's exploration before our absence from our assigned chambers generates uncomfortable questions from other guests."
Bobby nodded in agreement, moving to retrieve a basin of clean water and soft cloths he had arranged in anticipation of their activities. With surprising tenderness given the vigorous nature of their recent coupling, he helped both sisters clean themselves, the gesture containing genuine consideration rather than merely perfunctory attention.
"You've been most... educational," Eliza told him as she redressed in her discarded nightgown, her earlier nervousness now replaced with the satisfied lassitude of physical fulfillment. "Though I confess some uncertainty regarding how to process these experiences within existing moral frameworks."
Bobby laughed, the sound containing genuine amusement rather than mockery at her philosophical concerns. "Perhaps consider that pleasure shared willingly between consenting participants harms none, regardless of arbitrary moral structures imposed by those seeking control rather than genuine ethical consideration."
Margaret rolled her eyes at this philosophical turn in their post-coital conversation. "My sister requires several days to analyze experiences through multiple theoretical lenses," she explained to Bobby with fond exasperation. "By week's end, she'll have reconciled tonight's activities with both classical virtue ethics and contemporary Christian doctrine through some remarkably creative intellectual gymnastics."
Eliza huffed indignantly at this characterization, though the effect was somewhat undermined by the satisfied flush still evident on her cheeks. "Practical experience necessarily informs theoretical understanding," she defended herself. "Aristotle himself advocated experiential knowledge as foundation for ethical reasoning."
"I'm certain Aristotle would approve wholeheartedly of tonight's particular experiential education," Bobby remarked dryly, helping Margaret back into her nightgown with gentlemanly courtesy that contrasted sharply with their recent carnal activities. "Though perhaps his specific commentaries on the matter might prove somewhat limited by his own cultural context."
As the sisters prepared to depart, Bobby escorted them to the chamber door with formal politeness that maintained appropriate public appearance despite the intimate nature of their concluded activities. "I trust you found the evening's... consultation... sufficiently informative?" he inquired, his choice of words deliberately obscuring the explicit nature of their encounter should anyone happen to overhear.
"Most thoroughly," Margaret confirmed with a knowing smile. "Though perhaps additional... clarification... might prove necessary in future should questions arise regarding specific techniques or approaches."
"I remain available for such scholarly consultation as circumstances permit," Bobby assured them, his expression revealing none of the sardonic amusement these euphemisms provoked within his ancient perspective. "Though perhaps individual sessions might prove more productive than joint inquiry, given the different levels of existing knowledge between participants."
Eliza blushed at this thinly veiled suggestion of future private encounters, though her expression suggested the possibility held considerable appeal despite her lingering philosophical reservations. "Independent study does offer certain advantages," she acknowledged with unexpected boldness that suggested significant development from her earlier nervous hesitation.
With final courteous farewells appropriate to their nominal social positions rather than the carnal activities they had just engaged in, the Fitzwilliam sisters departed, leaving Bobby alone in the azure chamber. He surveyed the thoroughly disheveled bedding with clinical assessment of the evening's activities, making mental note to ensure the servants received additional compensation for the extensive laundering that would clearly be required.
The night remained young by his superhuman standards, despite activities that would have exhausted most mortal men several times over. Checking the ornate clock on the mantelpiece, Bobby confirmed sufficient time remained before his scheduled appointment with the Viscountess Beaumont—a woman whose particular preferences required more elaborate preparations than the relatively straightforward encounters he had just concluded.
With efficient movements that revealed none of the fatigue normal humans would have experienced after such vigorous activities, Bobby began preparing for his next visitor of the evening. The Viscountess appreciated certain specialized equipment he maintained in the adjacent chamber—implements designed for pleasure that balanced on the knife-edge between pain and ecstasy.
As he arranged these items with methodical precision, Bobby reflected briefly on the extraordinary contrast between these carnal diversions and his actual purpose in this timeline. Elizabeth Tudor remained his primary focus despite these recreational activities—her eventual coronation representing his core commitment regardless of how many aristocratic women passed through his bedchamber in the interim.
These thoughts occupied him only momentarily before he returned his full attention to preparing for the Viscountess's impending arrival. The night had barely begun by his standards, with three more encounters scheduled before dawn would require his focus returning to matters of actual significance regarding the Tudor succession and England's historical trajectory.
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The first light of dawn filtered through ornate windows as Bobby fastened the final buttons of his doublet, his appearance immaculate despite the extraordinary exertions of the previous night. In the massive bed behind him, Katherine Herbert lay in exhausted slumber, her body bearing subtle marks from their vigorous activities despite his careful restraint regarding her more limited experience compared to his earlier visitors.
Unlike the Fitzwilliam sisters' relatively straightforward introduction or the Viscountess Beaumont's elaborate dominance scenarios, Miss Herbert had sought something between these extremes—passionate intensity without the formal power exchange the Viscountess preferred. Lady Anne Wentworth, his midnight appointment, had proven the most technically adventurous, her continental education having exposed her to practices many English noblewomen would have found shocking despite their otherwise enthusiastic participation.
Bobby studied Katherine's sleeping form with detached appreciation, noting the marks that would fade within days despite their current vivid appearance against her pale skin. She had proven surprisingly resilient despite her relatively limited experience, matching his stamina far longer than he had initially anticipated given her youth and sheltered upbringing.
A soft knock at the door announced Harrington's arrival with precisely scheduled timing that reflected his exceptional competence as Bobby's primary living agent. Bobby opened the door to find his assistant waiting with fresh clothing and a selection of correspondence requiring immediate attention despite the early hour.
"I trust your evening proved... productive, my lord?" Harrington inquired with perfect professional neutrality despite the obvious nature of the activities that had occupied Bobby's night.
"Productive seems an inappropriate characterization given the recreational nature of these encounters," Bobby replied with sardonic amusement. "Though perhaps 'satisfying' might better describe the general outcome for all participants."
Harrington's expression remained carefully composed despite the subject matter. "The servants have been informed regarding the necessary chamber preparations," he reported with efficient professionalism. "Though perhaps additional compensation might be warranted given the... extensive nature of the required laundering in the Viscountess's preferred chamber."
Bobby suppressed a smile at this diplomatic reference to the particularly enthusiastic nature of his encounter with the Viscountess, whose preferences had indeed created substantial additional work for the household staff. "Arrange appropriate additional payment," he agreed, scanning the correspondence Harrington had brought. "And perhaps some extra consideration for those attending the azure and crimson chambers as well."
"Very good, my lord." Harrington made a note in the small book he carried for such purposes. "Lady Elizabeth has requested morning consultation regarding certain historical texts discovered in the library yesterday evening. She suggested the eastern conservatory following breakfast would provide appropriate setting for such scholarly discussion."
Bobby nodded, unsurprised by Elizabeth's efficient approach to continuing their intellectual exchanges despite the complex emotional undercurrents that had developed during their previous evening's conversation. "Inform Her Highness that I shall attend her at the suggested time and location," he directed, returning the correspondence to Harrington after noting several items requiring later attention.
"As you wish, my lord." Harrington hesitated momentarily, an unusual breach in his normally flawless professional demeanor. "If I might make an observation, my lord? Perhaps marginally exceeding my appropriate position?"
Bobby raised an eyebrow at this unprecedented request from his normally scrupulously correct assistant. "Proceed," he permitted, genuine curiosity overriding his usual dismissal of unsolicited commentary.
"The rumors regarding your... stamina... have already reached even the lower servants," Harrington stated with careful neutrality that nonetheless contained subtle warning. "While such reputation may enhance certain aspects of your position among the nobility, it creates potential complications regarding Princess Elizabeth's ongoing association with your household. Court gossip increasingly suggests impropriety despite Her Highness's well-known preference for maintaining appropriate distance from potential suitors."
Bobby considered this observation with genuine attention despite the presumption it represented coming from a social inferior. "Your concern is noted and appreciated, Harrington," he acknowledged after brief consideration. "Though perhaps unnecessary given Elizabeth Tudor's remarkable capacity for maintaining royal dignity regardless of surrounding circumstances."
"Of course, my lord." Harrington inclined his head in acknowledgment of this gentle rebuke regarding potential overstepping. "I merely thought the information might prove relevant to your broader strategic considerations."
Bobby nodded, recognizing the genuine consideration behind Harrington's unusual initiative despite its technical impropriety. "Information always proves valuable regardless of source or apparent immediate relevance," he assured his assistant. "Continue such observations whenever you believe they might contribute to comprehensive strategic awareness."
As Harrington departed to continue his morning duties, Bobby cast a final glance at Katherine Herbert's sleeping form before quietly closing the chamber door behind him. The servants would attend her awakening with appropriate refreshments and assistance returning to her assigned quarters, while he proceeded to his private chambers for preparation regarding his scheduled consultation with Elizabeth.