Julia was nineteen, born in a little country village in Dorset in 1798. A pretty young thing, she grew up in the village and found various jobs such as a dairymaid and as a serving girl in the local inn.
Of course she had the looks to attract all the young men of the village and beyond. Her hair was long and lustrous, her lips full and sensual, her eyes sparkling green full of mischief and naughtiness. Her tits were small and perfectly formed, little apples of delight, with perky pink nipples.
The girls of the village grew up very quickly in those days. Julia's three best friends had all been fucked several times before they were eighteen: Annie had had at least four cocks inside her, the last one, Sam's, had however not only delighted her but made her pregnant. She was now married.
Sara and Josie loved sex and the wonderful delights of reaching an orgasm. If they couldn't find a willing lad to satisfy them they would snuggle down somewhere and lick and finger each other to a gushing climax. These were Julia's friends, she loved them but she wasn't as free and easy with her virtue as they were.
It wasn't as though Julia didn't love sex: she did, and indeed had experienced two cocks of her own. The first had been three years ago, a farm boy who had warmed her up nicely but then came far too quickly. Her second cock had been from a dark skinned handsome fellow named Antonio. He was in his late twenties and staying at the inn where she worked: he showed her the true delights of sexy sex. With him she learned to love fucking in many different positions, how to suck cock, how to wank a man. But it wasn't all one way: he wanked her, teasing and pleasing her pussy to fabulous heights; he licked her eager fanny until, mad with ecstacy, she erupted in a torrent of cum juice in his face. She loved it and so did he!
Only two cocks but she couldn't get the memory of Antonio's out of her mind. At night she would wank, excitedly re-living a particular encounter with him. She would daydream, hardly aware of her thoughts, until she suddenly realised how wet her cunt had become. She loved the thought of licking and sucking a big, hard cock, sticky and wet with precum. The thought of a big erect cock slowly pushing itself into her wet juicy cunt drove her to distraction.
The lads of the village desperately wanted to fuck her but Antonio had spoiled her, she didn't want them and their amateurish ways any more; let Sara and Josie have them.
Then one morning a young upper class gentleman stopped at the village for a drink. He walked into the bar and Julia served him a glass of port They began to chat. At one point he asked her about her financial position and she had to confess that often she had very little money to hand.
"Well" he said, "I'm giving a particularly interesting party up at the Great Hall tomorrow night. I need some girls, well I've got nearly all of them, but you would be most welcome to come."
"What would I be doing?" asked Julia.
"Oh, I'm sure we'll find you something to do" he chuckled, "but don't ask, just come."
"Alright," replied Julia, "as long as I get paid I'll do anything."
"Yes. I'm sure you will," he laughed and at that he got up and left.
The Great Hall belonged to the Duke of Dorset but he was on a European mission at this time and his son Lord Naseby had taken over the reigns of running the place. The following day, the day of the party, Naseby had given all the staff the night off. He was alone and the Hall was empty but only for an hour or so. Then the guests started to arrive, twelve in all, a very discreet gathering, all young men in their twenties. Soon the drinking began and laughter filled the air.
