'Just as well I put that hanky in my knickers.' She thought as she walked across the hallway.
She crossed the hallway and went through a door. She instinctively knew where she was heading. She walked along a corridor and into the laundry room where she took off her underwear and, together with the cum-soaked handerchief, threw them in the large vat of steaming water containing the day's laundry.
'Better get some clean ones.' She thought as she went to the linen cupboard next to the laundry.
"Ah, there you are." Came a voice from behind her.
She turned to see the butler, Evans, walking towards her.
"Sir Digby wishes to see you. Apparently master Robert has put in a word for you and I am not to punish you for your insolence."
"What if he hadn't?" Nina asked, smiling wickedly at Evans, "what would you have done?"
"Would you like me to show you?" Evans asked in reply.
"I think I might."
The fifty-year-old version of Eric took her by the arm and pushed her through the doorway into the laundry room.
"Ooh, mister Evans!" Nina cried in mock horror, "what are you doing?"
He pulled an upright wooden chair from the side of the room and sat on it whilst still holding Nina's arm firmly. He pulled her downwards and she fell across his lap.
'We've done this before.' She thought as she felt him pull her skirt up over her backside.
"Saucy little maids need to be disciplined." He told her as he pulled her knickers down, revealing her soft young flesh.
'Stiff already.' She said to herself as she felt the bulge in his trousers pressing against her tummy.
"Oooh!" She cried as she felt him slap her bare ass with his big soft hand.
"You are a very naughty girl." He said as she raised his hand and brought it down again.
"Oh mister Evans!" She cried out theatrically, "stop, please stop!"
"Not until you admit to being a very bad girl." He replied, slapping her again.
She let him spank her a few times more and then she capitulated.
"I am a very bad girl!" She cried, "I will not be insolent to my superiors ever again."
"Good." He said as he took hold of her shoulders and pulled her upright.
She stood up next to him and looked down at him.
"Mister Evans!" She said in mock horror, pointing to the prominent bulge in his trousers, "what is that?"
"You caused that." He told her.
"Then I must put it right." She told him as she squatted next to him and put her hand on it.
"Yes you must." He replied, reaching under her hand and unbuttoning his trousers.
Nina put her hand in his trousers once all the buttons were undone and foraged about in his underpants. She pulled out his erection and peeled back his foreskin.
'I know you alright.' She told his cock silently, 'and I think you know me.'
She leaned forward and opened her mouth. He let out a moan of pleasure as she took him in her mouth and began to suck gently.
'You lucky man.' She thought as she fellated the disciplinarian version of her husband, 'having a young girl suck on your big old cock.'
"Yes my dear." Said Sidney Evans, "just like that. Oh yes."
Nina wrapped her young fingers around his shaft and began to wank him as she sucked. Pretty soon he was jigging up and down on his seat and moaning loudly.
'He's on his way.' She thought as he became more and more animated.
"OH NINA!!" He shouted.
She felt his cock throb and then his thick hot semen squirted from it to flood her mouth. She swallowed rapidly, taking all he had without spilling a drop.
"Oh you bad girl." He said as she took her mouth away and he began to button up his trousers.
"But you wouldn't have me any other way, would you?" She replied, smiling.
"You must hurry." He told her as he stood up from the chair, "you mustn't keep his lordship waiting."
"Okay, Sidders." She chuckled, "I'm on my way."
"He is in his study." Sidney called after her as she walked out of the laundry room.
* * * * * *
'Well.' Nina thought as she crossed the hall towards Sir Digby's study, 'I won't be having any more trouble with Sidders.'
She stopped at the door and knocked.
"Enter." A familiar voice called from inside the room.
Nina opened the door and walked in. Seated behind a very large mahogany desk was the man she had met at the company charity fund-raiser ten years before.
'My oh my.' She thought, 'the eighteen-year-old me is meeting the forty-five-year-old Eric.'
"Ah Nina." Said Sir Digby, "please come in."
She closed the door behind her and went towards the desk. She stood facing her master, hands behind her back, her face expressionless.
"Master Robert has said good things about you." Sir Digby told her, "I hope you show as much enthusiasm in your work as you do in your pleasure."
"Which would you prefer me to concentrate on?" She asked, a wide smile appearing on her face.
"He said you were a minx." Sir Digby said, standing up from his chair and walking around the desk.
"Which hole?" She asked.
"Pardon me?" Sir Digby asked in reply, his eyes widening in surprise.
"You didn't call me in here to talk about dusting and polishing the silver." She told him, "Robbie has told you what we did and you want some as well. Am I right?"
"And I am offering you something all you men want, the chance to fuck a teenage girl in her ass."
"Goodness! I don't know what to say!"
"Do you have Vaseline?"
"There is some in my medicine cabinet in my dressing room."
"Then why don't we go there?"
"Yes, we shall do that."
Sir Digby took Nina by the hand and led her from his study. He walked briskly across the hall, pulling her after him. He hurried up the stairs, still holding her hand tightly.
"Slow down." She told him, "there's no rush."
He took no heed of her words. He was on a promise and was not going to give her time to change her mind.
"Here we are." He said as he opened a door on the first floor of the house.
He led her into a spacious room containing a large wardrobe, a wash basin, table and chair and a leather sofa. He let go of her hand and went to a cabinet which was above the wash basin.
"Here it is." He said as he took a glass jar from the cabinet.
"Here or in your bedroom?" Nina asked.
"Kneel on the sofa." He told her.
She went to the sofa and knelt on it, placing her hands on the back, steadying herself.
"Let's have a look at you." Sir Digby said as he lifted the hem of her dress up over her rear.
"Do you like what you see?" She asked.
"Yes." He answered as he carefully pulled her knickers down to her knees.
She heard the sound of buttons being undone and then the sound of a lid being unscrewed from a jar. She looked over her shoulder to see him smearing the lubricious jelly over his erection, it's swollen glans all shiny with precum and Vaseline.
"I'll just put a little in here." He said as he pushed a lubed-up finger into her rear.
"OH!" She cried, not expecting it to be so painful.
"Are you alright my dear?" Sir Digby asked in a concerned tone.
"Yes." She replied, "just take it slowly please Sir."
Nina had expected it to be just as it had been for many years, but she soon realised that her teenage ass was much tighter than the one she had been letting men put their cocks in since she was thirty.
"Is this your first time?" Sir Digby asked as he carefully spread her ring with his purple helmet.
"Uuuuh, yes I think it is." She grunted in reply.
"You are very tight. I like it very much. You are a most considerate young thing, allowing me to do this to you."
"I wanted to please you, Sir Digby. I thought you might look favourably on me if I did."
"Oh, I certainly shall." He grunted in reply as he finally managed to force all seven inches inside her.
Once all the way in, Digby pulled out a little.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Ready." She replied.
He held her by her waist and thrust powerfully back in.
"Uuuuuh!" Cried Nina as she took him in.
"Good girl." Digby said as he pulled out again.
Nina gritted her teeth and let the middle-aged Eric she knew so well sodmise the teenage incarnation of her. A minute or so of thrusting in and out of such a tight orifice brought about the desired result.
"Oh my goodness! Oh my! Oooooh!" Cried Digby as he shot his load up Nina's back passage.
'And there he goes.' She thought to herself as she felt his hot cum fill her rectum.
He held her steady, his cock lodged deeply inside her until it went soft, and then pulled out, a small stream of cum following him and dribbling down onto her outer lips.
"We don't want you dripping onto my sofa." He told her as he pulled her knickers back up over her ass and pulled her dress back down.
"No my lord." She replied as she stood up and turned to face him.
"Now, off you go to the laundry and get some new undergarments." He told her, "and then report to Sidney."
"Yes my lord." She replied.
She walked past him towards the door, receiving a playful pat on the bottom as she did so.
"Perhaps I'll try another hole later." He told her.
"I'll look forward to that." She replied.
* * * * * *
Having changed her knickers yet again, Nina went to look for Sidney. She found him reading the daily paper.
"Nearly four years and still no end in sight." He said as he read.
"You mean the war?" Nina asked.
"Yes of course the war." he replied, "cook wants some vegetables. Go and see Thomas."
"Yes of course the gardener. Take a basket. Tell him she wants enough for at least six."
"Okay, don't be angry."
"You want my hand on your backside again?"
"Very well. Once you have brought the vegetables back and given them to cook, meet me in the laundry room."
"See you later Sidders." She said, smiling at him with her big brown eyes.
"Minx." He replied as she slinked out of the house.
'If I know my Eric.' She thought to herself, 'he is as hard as a poker already.'
* * * * * *
Nina opened the gate to the large vegetable garden and walked in. She noticed a wooden shed with it's door open so she went towards it.
'He is probably hiding away in there.' She thought as she approached.
The man in the shed heard her as she got to the door and turned to see who was coming to bother him.
'Oh!' She exclaimed silently, 'it's Eric again, only much older.'
The version of her beloved that she was looking at was at least seventy years old. His hair was nearly all gone and his body was withered and bent. But she could see the sparkle in his eyes when she looked into them.
"Hello." He said in a friendly voice, "what brings you here?"
"Cook wants vegetables." She replied, "the butler says she wants enough for six."
"Very well. Bring your basket in here and I will fill it for you."
Nina went inside the shed, which was quite large enough for her to stand a good few feet away from the old man. She noticed a small table and a chair. There was a paraffin stove on the table, on which some bacon was being cooked.
"Mmmm, that smells nice." She said as the aroma of the frying meat hit her nostrils.
"Would you like a rasher?" The gardener asked.
"Yes, why not. I'm sure cook won't need the veg for a while."
Nina sat on the wooden chair and Thomas the gardener produced a small plate and a knife and fork. He used the fork to pick a rasher of bacon from the little pan and placed it on the plate, which he then put in front of Nina.
"Thanks." She said as he gave her the fork.
"A piece of bread?" He asked.
He produced a loaf of brown bread and cut a chunk with another knife.
"Thanks." She said as she took it from him.
The old man pulled a wooden crate from the side of the shed to use as a makeshift seat and sat opposite Nina. He served himself and they sat and ate together. She looked across at him and he smiled indulgently at her.
"You remind me of someone." He told her.
"You remind me very much of someone I know too." She replied.
"If only I were younger." He told her.
"We could pretend you were."
"Why not? After all, you have cooked me a nice snack."
"Will you be my afters?"
'That's my Eric.' Thought Nina, 'always after pussy pie.'
She turned on the chair and lifted her dress. He got up from his seat, went around the table and knelt in front of her.
"Stand up." He told her.
She stood, still holding up her dress. He put his hands out and took hold of her knickers, then he slowly pulled them down.
"Oh." He murmured when he took in the sight of her neat young brown bush.
She sat back down and lifted her feet off the floor. He slid her undergarments off over her flat shoes and put them on the little table.
"I expect you know what to do." She told him.
She closed her eyes and sighed as she felt his tongue on her outer lips.
'That's my Eric.' She thought as the familiar feeling of a familiar tongue worked it's way inside her.
He wriggled it around in her for a bit and then ran it up and down her slot. She moaned aloud as he began to play it over her clitoris, first lapping at it and then flicking it with the tip of his big pink tongue.
"Oh Thomas." She moaned, calling him by the name he had been given for this role.
"Hmmmmph." He replied as he worked away at her love-bud.
It didn't take very long before Nina let out a loud squeak and began to writhe around on the chair.
"Oh fucking hell!" She cried as her body was wracked by an intense orgasm.
She felt her insides boil as her climax peaked and then cool as she came back to earth.
"Just like her." Thomas said when he took his mouth away from her sex.
"Just like who?" Nina asked.
"Someone from a long time ago." He replied.
* * * * * *
Nina carried the basket of produce to the kitchen where a grateful cook took it and began to prepare lunch.
'I have a meeting to attend in the laundry.' She told herself as she walked back into the hallway.
Then she saw him.
"Eric!" She cried out.
It was the young man in the photograph. Her Eric, only much, much younger and dressed in a soldier's uniform.
"Have we met?" He replied, looking at her with his big brown eyes.
A flutter of butterflies appeared in her tummy.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Nina."
"Pleased to meet you Nina." He said, walking towards her and offering her his hand, "how do you know my name?"
"I was told that a very fetching young soldier was coming to visit sir Digby and that his name was Eric. When I saw you I knew that it must be you."
"And you are a very fetching maid, if I may make so bold." Eric chuckled in reply.
"Are you here to see your uncle?"
"Yes. Do you know where he is?"
"The billiard room possibly?"
'Why did I say that?' She asked herself silently.
"Thanks. I'll go and look there."
Nina looked at him and licked her lips as he walked past her towards a door on the right of the hallway.
'Please let it be empty.' She thought as she followed him.
Eric opened the door and went into the room. Nina skipped along behind him, her heart beating like a drum.
"Oh, no-one at home." He said as he turned to go back into the hallway.
Before he had a chance, Nina slipped into the room and closed the door behind her.
"Oh." He said as she pushed herself up against him.
"I want you." She told him in her best husky voice.
She cut his words short by clamping her mouth to his and pushing her tongue between his teeth. She ran her hands up and down his back and pushed him backwards towards the billiard table that occupied the middle of the room.
"We have only just met." He said when she finally took her mouth from his, "but I feel as if those lips have been on mine before."
"Shut up and get on that table." She told him.
He put his hands on the edge of the table and boosted himself up onto it. He scrambled to the middle and lay on his back while she climbed up onto the table and stood astride him.
"Get your trousers down." She told him as she reached up under her dress and pulled her knickers down.
He readily complied, unbuttoning his uniform trousers and pushing them down to his knees.
"Get him out." She ordered him.
Eric undid the bottom few buttons on his regulation combinations and pulled his stiff penis out.
"There's my boy." She said as she lowered herself down.
"Oh!" Cried Eric as she squatted down on him, taking his seven inches inside herself in one fluid motion.
"This is what I've been waiting for." She told him as she leaned forward, straddling him, her hands on his chest.
"Oh goodness!" He cried as he felt her begin to bounce up and down on him.
"Oh Eric my darling." She said as she fucked him, "my lovely darling."
"OH!" Exclaimed Eric.
She felt his hot sticky seed spurt out of his cock and begin to fill her vagina.
'That was quick.' She thought, 'but then again, he is only eighteen.'
"Being so quick."
"Never mind. I enjoyed it all the same."
"I shall be ready to do it again soon."
"I expect you shall, but I don't think your uncle would approve if we were discovered in here like this."
"Will you come to my room tonight?"
'Try and stop me.' She thought, staring down at him.
She climbed off him, putting her hand between her thighs as she took herself away from his soft cock so as not to dribble on the baize.
"Let me get your drawers." He said as he sat up, turned over and crawled off the table.
"Thank you." She said as she took the garment from him and slid it over her legs.
'Another pair for the wash.' She thought as she felt his cum flowing out of her and soaking into them.
"I had better go and see my uncle." He told her as he put his uniform back on, "I expect he will want to wish me luck."
"I leave for France tomorrow."
"Then we had better make tonight one to remember."
The look he gave her when he heard her promise was a look she would never ever forget.
"You go first." She told him, "and I'll follow after a few seconds. We don't want anyone seeing us leave together."
"Very well." He replied, "I'll see you tonight."
Eric slipped out of the billiard room and Nina followed soon after. She was walking towards the door to the laundry when a hand reached out from one she was passing and pulled her in.
"What?!" She cried out as she found herself back in Jericho's lab.
"We were worried about you." Said Eric, who was standing a few feet away, "so Jericho went to look for you."
"I was just about to go through the door when I saw you passing by so I grabbed you." Jericho told her.
"You should not have. I was getting along fine."
"Tell us." Said Eric, "tell us what happened. Did you see him?"
"Yes, Eric. The young man in the picture."
"Yes. And I was the young Nina in the other picture."
"Yes, really. Tell him Jericho. Tell him about it."
"I'm not sure I can." Said Jericho, "all I know is that there is something strange happening on the other side of that door."
"So you have seen them." Said Nina, "the other Erics."
"Other Erics?" Asked Eric, "what other Erics?"
"I have met you, or rather men who look exactly like you but are you at different ages."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, there's the Eric in the photo, he's eighteen. Then there's Robert, who is you at about twenty-five. Ten there's Sidney Evans, the butler, he's you at fifty. I remember you at fifty and he is you at that age."
"Any more? Any more Erics?" Asked Eric in a disbelieving tone.
"Sir Digby. He's you at forty-five. He looks exactly like you did on the evening we met. And there's Thomas the gardener. He is what you are going to look like at about seventy or so."
"That is ridiculous!" Said Eric, "how do you know what I'm going to look like in fifteen years time?"