I was born in 1940 with blond hair and blue eyes. My father was a Swedish arms sales representative for Bofors 40mm anti-aircraft guns. My mother had been the chambermaid in the Manor House, when he had been visiting the owner, to sell him a licence to manufacture the guns. He managed to seduce my mother one morning when he was feeling randy. He was her first lover, and I was born nine months later. My mother stayed in the Manor house until 1943 when she left to become a barmaid in the local inn, as the trade had picked up with the coming into the War of the Americans. She later married a GI and went to America at the end of the War. So I was brought up by my grandmother, who was a widow whose husband had died in WW1.
I was a weak and a delicate child. We never had a lot of food to eat, as we were so poor. The only clothes we had were my mother's old school girl outfits so I entered school dressed as a girl. I was a tom-boy and mixed with both boys and girls but when I was 13, boys became interested in me. One boy walked home with me and we stopped on a grassy bank. He wanted to put his hands up my skirt but I offered to play with his cock instead. So he opened up his fly buttons and pulled out his prick. I had to hold it and move his foreskin back and forth, until he shot spunk out of the end. I didn't feel excited myself though.
Another day, I walked with a pretty girl into a field and she wanted to see why I was so flat-chested when she had nice tits. She opened her blouse and I saw her cone shape breasts with a big nipples sticking out. I put my hand out and rubbed it gently.
"Get off you" she said, "You're not a boy."
"Oh but I am", and I lifted my skirt up and pulled my knickers down.
"Here put your hand on this." She put her hand out and gently touched my cock. She grasped it a bit more tightly and moved the foreskin back and then pulled it forward.
"Is this what they call wanking? The other girls told me about it and have done it to their boy friends."
"Yes it is and I've never felt this good before, please don't stop."
She carried in until I cried out with pleasure and gave a small spurt of spunk into her hand. She then said that she was excited and could I please rub her between her legs, so I put my hand inside her knickers and rubbed her slit. It was already slippery, and soon she gave a little moan as she came. After that day we often walked home together and rubbed each other nicely.
I left school at 14 and my Gran died and I could not pay the rent, I had to leave our lovely thatched cottage. I was not strong enough to work as a farm hand, the main occupation in the village, so I went to live and work in the Manor house. The housekeeper knew who I was and she must have felt responsible for me.
I became the Chambermaid, because my hair was down to my shoulders, I looked like a girl. I also didn't have the build of a farm boy. My grandmother couldn't afford to pay a barber, so she had cut my hair with her own scissors. I had brought my mum's old outfit with me which was the traditional a black skirt and a white apron. Underneath, I was meant to wear drawers but I didn't, as they felt horrible, but I had to wear a stupid white cap which hid my hair. It was big house having six bedrooms on the first floor, then more above for the servants. My duties were to get up at 6 am, clean the grates of ash and lay new fires in the winter, light the Aga stove, serve breakfast to the family, then empty the chamber pots and make the beds after the family had come downstairs.
The owner of the Manor House was a Baron, so he was called Lord John Davies and his wife was Lady Carolyn. His father had bought the Manor and the entire village from a Marquis whose only son had died in WW1. They said he bought his title from Lloyd George. He owned and managed an arms manufacturer business, five miles away. He had a chauffeur who drove him there each day in a big black Jaguar. The other staff consisted of a female cook with an assistant, a housekeeper, and me the maid. The cook's husband was the Head Gardner and there were other gardeners who were hired when needed. They lived in a small cottage. There used to have a butler, footmen and more maids but they either died off through old age, or got better jobs.
The family consisted of two children, a boy of 17 and a girl of 14. Both of them went to Beadles, a mixed boarding school. They came home for the summer in the middle of July. I had been working there for two months when that happened. Usually I served his lordship and lady their breakfast and then went upstairs and empty their chamber pots and made the beds, but after the first morning, when the two children didn't come down by nine o'clock, I was told to go up and draw their curtains to wake them up each day.
The first morning, when I went into the bedrooms at half past eight, I surprised the young girl as she pissed into the chamber pot. She looked up at me, and smiling carried on pissing. She had her nightie pulled up and I could see her white thighs in the morning sun. I smiled and stood back, respectively. I felt a stirring in my loins as the bible says. She stood up and asked me to pass her the cloth from the basin stand to wipe herself with, which I did.
I went into the boy's room, and he too was filling his potty. He looked up and also smiled at me. Without being told, I crossed the room and picked up the cloth and passed it to him.
"Would you like to give it a stroke?" he asked while wiping his cock.
I don't think he realised I was a boy, so I replied "Yes"
I took hold of it and stroked the foreskin gently up and down. It became stiff in my hand. I knew what he wanted.
"Have you ever done this before?"
"No "I said shyly, pretending to be innocent.
I moved my hand up and down and bit faster; he groaned and moved his hips forward.
"Ahhhhh ... that's lovely.... don't stop...... faster.....faster... yes ... I'm cuming!"
I pushed back on hard on his foreskin, then I let go. His cock jerked upwards and spunk shot up in the air, falling partly onto the carpet and into the potty.
"That was great. Thank you. What's your name?"
"I'm called Joules. I'm the new chambermaid."
"That's a funny name?"
"My mother called me her little jewel, but my granny can't read and that what the teachers said my name should be."
From then onwards they always welcomed me into their rooms. The girl's name was Eleanor – Elly for short and the boy was Jonathan or Jonnie. When I went into Elly's room the next day she was again was squatting over her potty and pissing a stream into it. When she had stopped I went to pass her the flannel, but instead of letting go, I asked her if I could rub it for her, she answered yes and stood up. I gently moved the clothe back and forward, smiling into her face as I did it. I then turned around to put it back on its hook and as I did so I sniffed at the cloth. It smelt interesting.
The next morning, when I went into Elly's room, she was leaning back on her bed and was rubbing her cunt.
"Would you do this for me please, Joules? I enjoyed it when you did it to me yesterday." So I moved my hand gently in her slit and I felt it getting moist. Then I felt a little knob at the top.
"That's the place rub there".
So I did; her cunt became was wet and slippery, my finger went into her hole, first one then two, then three.
"Oh that feels so good... my girl friends at school don't do it as well as you do."
I felt the need to do more, so I dropped to my knees and pushed my face up between her legs. I licked her slit from the bottom to the top.
"Lick my special place, at the top of my quim, OOOO that's so good..."
I carried on, then Elly started to move her hips back and forward against my face in a fucking motion. She held me tight and gave out a cry as she grabbed my head and pulled my head into her crotch. I licked even harder and then suddenly she gave a cry and a load of piss came out of her cunt and I just had to drink it down.
Elly was gasping for breath and then when she had calmed a bit, she said "I'm sorry about that; it's the first time I have had an orgasm"
It was Saturday the next day, and the family got up all together. Later they were all going riding and I was asked to help Elly get into her jodhpurs. When I went into her bedroom she was just wearing her vest and underpants.
"Let's try to draw on my jodhpurs. I've grown since I last had them on."
It was a struggle, I was pulling and pushing and so was Elly.
"Try them on without your underpants on" I said.
Elly had to sit down and I pulled them off like a glove. Elly reached down and pulled her knickers off. I hadn't seen white ones before, I had only worn thick blue school ones. Elly pulled up the jodhpurs whilst sitting on the floor and succeeded it getting them up. I could see her cunt slit showing through the cloth, but I said nothing.
"I wonder if I can bend now," and she bent her knees – there was a ripping sound and her jodhpurs split right up the bum.
"Oh no I can't wear them now, I'll be showing my bum to the world".
I looked and indeed, I could see her neat brown, wrinkled arsehole.
"I'll have to my new jeans", and she laid down on the floor again so I could pull her jodhpurs off. My prick under my skirt was so hard from me staring at her cunt that I hoped she would not see it bulge out under the apron, but she was too busy putting her pants back on to bother with looking at me.
The next day, Sunday, they got up all together and I was kept busy serving them breakfast. They all went off to church, walking down the road together. Elly asked if I would like to go with them but I replied that my Gran always said that we couldn't afford to put money in the collection bowl and that anyway, she didn't believe in the Resurrection.
"My lovely husband was never resurrected so I don't believe Jesus was".
On Monday morning, I went into their rooms early, as her Ladyship had asked. When I had drawn the curtains in Johnnie's room, he opened his bed and swung his legs out. He pulled on his prick and said "Here jack this off for me. Get your lips round it."
I knelt between his legs and put my hand on his knob and pulled the foreskin back and then forwards. It rose up before my eyes and I had to pull it down so I could get the purple bit into my mouth. I moved my tongue around the head; it felt good. I moved my hand back forward faster then Jonnie grabbed my head and thrust his prick to the back of my throat; I started to choke but I felt him spunking and I swallowed what came out.
"That was lovely; your mouth is as good as my fag's!" I said nothing.
Three days later, when I went into his bedroom, he had finished using the potty and as I picked it up, he ran his hand up my dress and felt my bare bum.
"Ooh, you've got no knickers on. Lean over the bed and let me see."
Being a dutiful servant, in fear of my job, I lifted up my skirt at the back and fell onto the bed. Jonnie came over to me and smacked me then fondled my cheeks.
"Very nice, very nice indeed!" I looked over my shoulder and he was stroking his cock with his left hand while he fondled me with his right. I watched as he spat my arsehole, then pushed his fingers into it.
"Now don't worry this won't hurt you." He didn't give me a chance to say anything but pushed his now stiff cock into my bum hole. I cried out with shock and pain, but he carried on regardless. At first it felt queer, but after a few stokes I began to enjoy it and my prick started to stiffen under me on the bed. He then pushed extra hard and shuddered; I felt his prick pump his spunk into me. He pulled back and let me stand up; I pulled my skirt down, I was feeling a bit weak.
"That was good, I enjoyed it."
"Yes, thank you, ......thank you, Master Jonnie," and I staggered out with the chamber pot. I emptied the pot into their lavatory and then I sat on it and had a shit myself. I carefully wiped my arse with a sheet of Bronco afterwards and then pulled the chain as the housekeeper had shown me.
A few days later, when I went then into Ely's room, she had already opened the curtains and had finished using the potty. So I lifted it up to empty it into the lavatory and she said, "while you're there pick up the jar of cold cream for me please." I did, and came back with the pot in one hand and the jar in the other.
"Would you rub it on my thighs and bum please, I'm sore after riding again," and she lifted her nightie and bent over the bed. I dug my fingers into the cold cream and applied it to the back of her thighs. Her bum was red as well and I gently rubbed that too. As I rubbed her cheeks, her crack opened up and I could see her brown wrinkled arsehole and a bit further down her quim. I became excited and started to breath quickly and I felt hot. I put some more cream on my fingers; with my left hand I rubbed the cheeks of her round red bum and with my right hand I wanked my prick under my skirt until it was stiff. Elly's legs were apart so I stood in between them and moved down until I could push my cock into her arse hole. It slipped in easily.
Elly gasped and then said "Play with my quim please", so I slipped my hand under her and rubbed her tight slit. I was shaking with desire, then I shoved extra hard and shot my load inside her bum. I fell on top of Elly and gasped for breath. I felt her cum on my hand.
"Ohh, that's was nice... it was wonderful... Oh, you're a boy !!!"
"Yes, I'm sorry I was overcome with lust."
"Why are you dressed as a maid?"
"Well my Gran died and I had to leave the cottage; I had no where to live, so I came her wearing my mum's maid outfit. Don't tell anyone I'm a boy or I'll lose my job and living."
At that moment Jonnie came into the room. "What's happening here then?"
"Joules is a boy! He's just made love to me!"
"Well I be damned, he looks so like a girl."
My cap had come off in our excitement, and my long hair hung around my shoulders.
"Come here, let's do make your hair tidy, I'll brush it."
I sat down on her stool before her dressing table and looked in the mirror as he brushed and sorted my hair out. It was long and straggly.
"When did you last have it cut?"
"My Gran used to cut it with her kitchen scissors. She had only a small mirror in her room – I've never seen myself before."
Elly sat down beside me. "We look alike now I've brushed your hair to look tidy."
"Yes we do. We're both blond and have blue eyes."
"Let's go and tell Mummy".
She took my hand and we ran into her Ladyship's bedroom. She was sitting at her dressing table, putting on make up. She turned round when we came in and smiled.
"What you want, darling?"
"Don't we look alike Mummy?"
She looked hard at us both and stood up. "Oh yes, you two could be sisters!"
"But Joules is a boy, Mummy, look" and she pulled up my dress to reveal my limp cock.
"Why, so he is! I knew his mother had a baby but I didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl. You do look alike. Perhaps now is the time to tell you something I have kept to myself all these years. Like Joule's mother, I was seduced by the Swedish Bofors gun merchant. Your father knows about it, and has forgiven me as he has made so much money from the manufacturer of the anti-aircraft guns. So Joules is your half brother. We must now put him into boy's clothes."
"Jonnie, take your new brother to your bedroom and give him those clothes we put away as they were too small for you."
So I was dressed in a good pair of grey flannels, a clean white shirt and underpants, socks and proper shoes. I felt all different and uncomfortable. Then the Lady sat me down and cut my hair for me.
"A long time ago, I was a hairdresser and I cut men and women's hair. Now sit still as I make you look like a nice clean boy. When did you last have a bath and wash your hair?"
"We never had a bath, Granny and me, we used to wash outside in the tube every morning, we broke the ice in the winter."
"I suppose you didn't have a lavatory either?"
"We had a wooden shed which we moved around the garden, close to the house in the winter, down the bottom in the summer".
She laughed. "Well you can go and run a bath right now, I'll come and help you wash."
So for the first time in my life I was immersed in water, apart from the time I was pushed into the stream. Her ladyship dipped my head under the water, then rubbed soap all over it and then dipped it again. She made me stand up and scrubbed my body, all over with soap on the flannel, including my prick. It started to get stiff, but she ignored it.
When I served dinner that night, His Lordship said "Who is this new boy serving us? What has happened to Joules?"
"This is Elly's new brother. You remember that Swedish Bofors man who stayed a week with us before the War? Well, look at the two of them now, isn't there a resemblance?"
"Well I'll be blowed – you're right."
I was then accepted into the family. I continued to work for them but my duties changed. I grew bigger with eating plenty of food and my voice went deeper. Being blond though, I still didn't have to shave very often. I worked in the Manor House for the another year until Lord John asked me if I would like to work in his office. I did and I accompanied him in his Mark Seven Jaguar to work every day, but I sat in front with the chauffeur while he sat in the back.
When I turned eighteen, I expected to be called up to the Army, but when Lord John looked into it, he discovered that my birth had never been registered. He wrote to the Bofors Company in Sweden and the man who was my father came over by plane. He greeted me with open arms.
"I never knew I had a son! You are my only child and heir."
Lord John never mention about Eleanor. The man's name was Sven Hassall and he went back to Sweden, registered my birth there, got me a Swedish passport came back and fetched me.
"You come and live with me now."
He had a beautiful Finnish wife, who had fled to Sweden when the Russians had invaded Finland. I became wealthy and I married a beautiful Finnish girl called Leila, the niece of my step mother. We had beautiful blond babies.