"Tell me, Fiona," Richard said, "are you really, going to marry that stuffy professor?"
"How dare you talk about Lloyd like that," she stood up and held her nose high in the air. "He's a gentleman and a scholar - qualities you will never possess."
"I wouldn't trade places with that Cambridge dandy for all the money in the Bank of England," he laughed.
"Marry him," Richard said, "and you'll die of boredom. I can promise you that."
"It's none of your business," she said.
"I'd like to make it more of my business," Richard said, as he moved to the lovely brunette's side and grabbed her by the shoulders.
Richard stared at her moistened lips. He pressed his mouth to hers and pulled her body close to his. He could feel her naked breasts beneath her blouse.
"You beast," she pulled away from him and slapped him across the face. "How dare you!"
"Does Lloyd Browne-Douglas kiss like that?"
"He's a gentleman," she sniffed. "He would never kiss me like that - like a wild savage."
"I'll bet he never did this, either," Richard said, tearing at her blouse and ripping it off her back. He stared hungrily at her exposed breasts.
The lovely English woman started to run toward her horse. But Richard grabbed her. The stable hand threw her to the heath and tore at her skirt.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to make a woman of you."
CHAPTER ONE
The wooden passenger ship was being tossed violently on the sea. Angry waves beat unmercifully down on the British frigate. The main mast had been snapped in two, like a pencil. The main Sail had been washed out to sea. The ship was being driven dangerously close to the jagged rocks along the Welsh coast. The ship was rocking back and forth very badly.
Down in the small passengers' quarters, Major Randolf Dickson and his wife, Molly, held the two children tightly against them. As furniture, broken loose from their anchorings, rushed dangerously across the room. Paintings were flung off the wall, smashing against the bulk head. Through the port hole, one could see only the blackness of night and the churning grey sea.
The ship, three months out of Bombay, was expected that week in Liverpool. The major, who had finished his tour of duty with the Royal Bengal Lancers in India, was bringing his family home to England. Young Richard was only two when he left England with his parents for India. Fiona was born in Madras. Now, Richard was five and Fiona was three.
They didn't cry out with fear, as the ship was tossed violently about. The brave children clung to their parents, who were more frightened than the children. They understood death.
"Randolph," Molly cried out, "I fear we are doomed. The ship will sink. The children will be lost."
"Hush, Molly," the major smiled. "There's no need to alarm the children. They'll survive. I promise you that."
"We must do something, darling," Molly wiped tears from her eyes. "Take them to the life boat. We must, at least, guarantee their survival."
"Yes, I will do that," Randolph smiled bravely. "Now, you children come along with me. You're going to have an adventure."
"We don't want to leave you, Father," Richard said, being quite brave.
"Nonsense, Laddie," he smiled. "We'll all be together again. We're just going to make sure that you kids will be all right. The ship seems doomed. We'll ride it out. There's only one life boat - criminal really. But one never expects this sort of thing. Not on a British frigate! I'm going to have to sneak you children off. If the crew panics and tried for the life boat, no one will stand a chance. Least of all you children. Richard, I'm going to ask you to take good care of your little sister. You're going to have to be a little man now."
"Yes, Father," Richard said bravely, squeezing his young sister's hand. Fiona smiled at him, as if to let him know that she understood the gravity of the situation, but would try to be brave - for her big brother.
"Oh, children," Molly sighed. "Do take care. Our prayers will be with you. Here, Fiona. Treasure this always, as a remembrance of me," the woman said as she lifted a necklace over her head and put it over the little girl's head. The gold chain bore half a golden heart. The other half was hanging around the major's neck. He lifted the necklace off his own neck and placed it over Richard's.
"Remember us always through these charms," the major said. And scooping the children up under his arms, he rushed from the cabin and did his best to make it up to the deck. The ship was now being tossed violently about. It was difficult to stand. As if in answer to Molly's prayers, the major and the two children made it up on deck. The icy water-was crashing about them, as they struggled across the deck. The major inched across the treacherously dangerous deck and finally - as if by a miracle - reached the life boat. He tore the canvas cover off the boat and placed the two children inside.
"May God be with you," the major said, as he lowered the boat into the sea. Richard clutched his young sister tightly to him as the boat was being lowered. But then a mighty wave crashed against the side of the ship. The major lost his grip on the guide ropes and was washed over the side of the ship.
The children cried out in horror as they saw their father sucked forever into the mouth of a violent, grey wave. The life boat crashed to the sea and was tossed violently on the icy water. As the life boat slammed against the water, Richard was thrown from the boat. Fiona screamed in fear, as she was nearly thrown out of the boat as well. But her tiny foot caught on some netting in the end of the boat. She was held fast.
She cried out in horror as she saw her brother swept away. Richard grabbed at an oaken plank, which had been washed overboard. He clung to it for his very life and was swept far away from the life boat and the frigate, which was being driven against jagged rocks. Looking up on the deck, Richard was able to see - before he was carried far away from the scene of the disaster - numerous seamen leaping into the icy water from the deck.
And then the ship smashed into the rocks and a huge hole was torn in its side. It listed and began to sink.
"Would you like another cup of tea?" Fiona Reardon asked her friend and neighbor, Julie Norwich.
"No thank you," the young blonde replied. "But if you have some more of those sweet cakes, I would truly like another. They're so delicious."
"I'm sure there are more," Fiona said, rising from the table and stepping into the kitchen. Julie watched with admiration, as the lovely brunette went off for the sweet cakes. Fiona Reardon was twenty-two years old and she had flowered into a beautiful young woman. The way she wore her clothes accented her lovely form. Her ripened breasts and sweetly curved hips were well accented by the dresses she had purchased the previous summer in London.
Julie Norwich, was something of a tom-boy. At twenty-one, she still wore dresses as infrequently as possible. She much preferred to wear men's dungarees and her father's shirts. In an odd way, the rough costume only served to bring out a heightened sense of fairness and feminine beauty in the young girl.
"You are looking smashing these days," Julie said, as Fiona walked back into the dining room, carrying a dish of sweet cakes.
"Thank you," Fiona smiled, self-consciously.
"Ever since Lloyd Browne-Douglas asked you to marry him," Julie said, "you've gone through a change. You're becoming a woman. Oh, I hope it happens to me like that."
"I'm sure you will," Fiona smiled, handing the dish of sweet cakes to the pretty neighbor girl. "But I'm not at all certain that I'm really going to marry Lloyd. You know, I haven't given my consent."
"I wouldn't be able to understand it, if you didn't," Julie said. "He's so handsome. And intelligent. Can you imagine that - a don in literature from Cambridge University. I say, that's really something, Fiona."
"Yes, Julie," Fiona said. "He is something very special. He's been so kind to me with his presents and his attentions."
"Then what's the matter?" the lovely blonde asked. "Why don't you marry him?"
"Oh, I probably will, in time," Fiona said. "I just want to be sure. It's such a major step."
"I suppose it is," Julie said. "Say, is that a new book?"
"Yes," Fiona smiled, reaching for the red leather bound book. "It was a gift from Lloyd. The author is a young man named Charles Dickens. He's a friend of Lloyd's, actually. Lloyd has a very interesting life, meeting all these young writers. He always has interesting stories to tell about his friends. I get all the inside gossip on writers and literary publishers in Cambridge and London."
Julie took the book from Fiona and opened it. "It was the best of times and it was the worst of times ... "
"He doesn't seem to be quite sure," Fiona smiled. "I don't know if I'll like this book much. I read another of his books last year. It was called Great Expectations. It was dreadfully funny. All about this poor boy, who had ... well, great expectations."
"Was it sexy?" Julie asked.
"In a way," Fiona smiled. "But I don't much like reading about working class people. I love the stories of grand balls and military heroes. I like very much to read the Bronte Sisters."
"We're so very much different," Julie said. "I like to read Robert Louis Stevenson. And there is this American writer, named Mark Twain who is terribly funny."
"We're opposite in so many ways," Fiona smiled. "It's surprising that we are such good friends."
"Everyone is alike in some ways," Julie said. "I'm sure we have a great deal in common, really. Don't you wonder sometimes about your parents. Do you think they are still alive?"
"I really do try to remember," Fiona said. "I've blanked all of that out. I have some vague memories of life in the orphanage. But it wasn't really until Viola and Ramsey adopted me, that my life seemed to begin flowing."
"What a great mystery," Julie smiled, licking the sweet cake crumbs off her fingers and sipping the last of her tea. "Well, I really must be going. I have to help father milk the cows. And I do want to say hello to Richard, your stable hand."
"What is it between you both?" Fiona asked. "He's such a brute. A peasant, really."
"He has some nice things happening for him, truly he does," Julie said. "I know he seems a little rough and aloof. But don't you think he's an absolute animal?"
"Indeed I do," she said. "That's why I stay clear of him. I think a man should be a gentleman and not an animal."
"That's why you are engaged to Lloyd Browne-Douglas," Julie smiled, "and why Richard is my friend. I really think you should be more understanding of him. You know, he grew up in an orphanage as well."
"But in a Welsh orphanage," Fiona smiled, aristocratically. "That's why he's such a wild one. The English orphanage I was raised in was run by Miss Smyth. It's part of the Miss Smyth Finishing School For Young Ladies. That's why I'm a properly bred young woman."
"And that's why you should marry Lloyd Browne-Douglas," Julie said, as she rose from the table and headed towards the door. "I guess I'm just an improperly bred wench."
"I like you anyway," Fiona smiled. The brunette stepped across the room and watched as the blonde, her tight-fitting dungarees well-outlining her boyish figure, walked across the grounds towards the stable.
"Day dreaming?" Viola Reardon asked, as she entered the dining room and watched the attractive brunette - her adopted daughter - staring out across the grounds.
"No, just watching Julie walk off to the stables," Fiona replied.
"I don't know what Julie Norwich sees in Richard," Viola said. "He's a brute. Oh, he's good with the horses and he is a great help to Ramsey, in the upkeep of Ramsey Gate, but still, what a brutish figure of a man. I don't trust him. There's such a sneaky look in his eyes."
"Oh, he's not all that bad," Fiona said. "As you say, without him, Ramsey gate would never be the outstanding estate here in Cambridge County. Father is getting older."
"Yes," Viola smiled, moving to her adopted daughter's side and putting her arm around her. "I don't know whether or not we'll sell. After you and Lloyd are married, there won't be much point in keeping the estate. Father has been thinking of taking me up to the country house in Scotland. It wouldn't be such a bad life."
"I wouldn't hear of it," Fiona said. "The thought of living at Cambridge, with Lloyd and never seeing you ... "
"What do you ever mean, my dear?" Viola hugged the attractive girl to her side. "We'll visit you and of course, you will come up to Scotland to visit us."
"But what if things don't work out between Lloyd and I?"
"Don't talk such nonsense, my dear," Viola smiled. "Lloyd is an exceptional young man. Quite a catch, really. I think you should start thinking along more positive lines."
Suddenly, Fiona was in tears. She ran from the dining room and upstairs to her room.
"Fiona," Viola called after her. "Don't be so unstable, my dear. These are simply pre-nuptial nerves."
Fiona was crying, nearly hysterical, as she stood before her bureau. She opened the top of her jewelry case and fingered the golden half heart, that hung on a chain around her neck - she was told - when she was delivered, by a stranger, at the orphanage.
"Oh, Richard," Julie called out, as she entered the stable. "Richard Rankin, where are you?"
"Where did you think I would be?" he asked, stepping from a horse stall, holding a pitch fork in his hand.
Julie smiled and stared at the handsome, bearded man. His dark hair was disheveled on his head. His piercing green eyes seemed to look right through her - to the depths of her soul.
Richard Rankin, twenty-five, was dressed in faded denim overalls and a torn green and white gingham shirt. When he smiled, his pearly teeth glistened.
"You are looking in a devilish mood," Julie said, moving closer to the swarthy young man.
"Come here, woman," Richard said, his eyes dancing with carnal intent.
"I don't know why I always give in to you," Julie said. "You are so bad for me. A bad influence."
"It is you who are the bad influence," Richard laughed, setting the pitch fork up against the wooden wall.
He took Julie's hand and pulled her into the stall. They fell to the straw.
"And tell me, you pretty little country girl," Richard said, "what brings you to Ramsey Gate? Have you come simply to visit me?"
"I had tea and cakes with Fiona," Julie said. "She's really quite excited about the wedding."
"She should marry that Cambridge professor," he smiled. "She's the most stuffy young woman I think I've ever encountered. Just like good old Lloyd Browne-Douglas."
"Oh, you nasty man," Julie looked into his eyes, bringing her face close to his. "Where do you come from, Richard? I swear, you must come from some primitive land, or a faraway star. There is such a wildness about you."
"I really haven't the slightest idea," he said. "I was washed up on the shore of Wales, after a shipwreck. I don't even remember that. But so I'm told."
"It must have been a ship from South America. I'm sure you must have been the son of some rum runner, or perhaps an escaped convict."
"I don't know about that," he laughed. "You have quite an imagination though. And you are so pretty."
Richard pressed his hand to her face, immobilizing her against the straw and his mouth moved against hers. He kissed her passionately. Julie closed her eyes, dreamily.
"You are like a little angel in this manger," Richard said, as he moved his hand over her blouse, resting it on her swollen breast. "You excite me."
"You are bad for me, Richard," she said. "Nothing good could come of us. I'm sure of that."
"Don't talk," he said, moving his hands inside her shirt and moving them over her warm breast flesh. He caressed her nipples and they grew firm. Opening her blouse, he lowered his mouth to her nipple and sucked. It was immediately-taut.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned, "you make me feel so good. But we musn't. You take too much advantage of me."
But the handsome stables keeper wasn't listening. He opened her blouse completely and stared hungrily at her breasts. The swollen breast flesh excited him. He squeezed her tits and brought his mouth to her nipple. Sucking at the taut flesh, Julie soon surrendered to the sexual heat that pulsed through her body.
Kissing her passionately on the mouth, Richard moved his hand down over her swollen breasts, along her flat belly, to the edge of her trousers. As he went to slide his hand inside her pants, she pulled away from him.
"No, that's going too far," she said.
"You little tease," he said, bitterly. "You want it. Don't you?"
"No, I'm afraid, Richard."
He forced his hand down her pants and slipping his hand beneath her panties, he gripped her pussy. Squeezing it, tenderly, he looked into her eyes. "You are wet, my dear. You want me, don't you?"
"Oh, Richard," she moaned, putting her arms around him, "I do want you. So much."
"That's a girl," he sighed. "Honesty is the best policy."
Pulling her shirt completely off her body and opening the front of her trousers, he pulled them down over her shoes. She was dressed only in her lace panties. Her body was slim and beautiful. Her creamy breasts begged for his touch. His lips.
Richard quickly undressed. Julie stared with sexual hunger at his muscular form. The dark, swirling hair on his chest, shoulders and legs excited her. She saw the huge bulge in his drawers. She had never ever in her life seen an erect cock before. But she wanted desperately to see it now. To touch it, to fondle it. To take it deeply inside of her.
With his eyes glued to hers, Richard pulled his drawers down over his legs, exposing himself to her. She stared with disbelief at the huge erection. It was reddened and pulsated with excitement. He lay beside her on the straw and pulled her naked body to his. As the warmth of their young bodies mingled, they both moaned with pleasure. They were hot. Their temperatures were rising rapidly.
Julie could feel the hot vaginal juices trickle from her slit. She wanted the man. She wanted him desperately. They had flirted and teased for long enough. Now it was coming down to reality. Richard pressed his hand between her creamy thighs and brought it up against her sex. He squeezed her pussy and ran his finger tips into the moistened opening. She moaned with increasing pleasure as he stimulated her sex. And when he touched her clitoris - just the way she did, when she masturbated - she sighed with sexual lust.
"That a girl," Richard smiled, knowing that he had full control over the young woman. He turned her over on her back and kissed her breasts tenderly, while his hand worked down over her flat belly. He squeezed her pussy, as he kissed his way down across her belly to the mound of light pubic fur between her glorious thighs.
"Oh, Richard," she sighed, running her fingers through his hair, "you are so nasty. What are you doing to me?"
"Just relax, darling," he smiled, sardonically and moved between her thighs. "I will make you feel marvelous."
The girl's face was flushed with sexual heat. Her body was covered with sexual perspiration. Her breathing was labored. She thought for a moment of how devastating it would be if someone wandered into the stables and saw Richard crouched between her thighs, sucking at her pussy.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned, "becoming swiftly oblivious to all but the glorious sensations between her thighs, "it feels so good. You are doing wonderful things to me. I like it so much. Don't stop. Faster, faster. Oh, my God," she moaned. "I think I'm going to ... Yes, I'm going to come. Bless you, Richard. God bless you."
And the young blonde began to writhe beneath Richard's hot mouth. His tongue swirled about in her pussy and up and over her clitoris. He sucked at her magic button and nibbled at it. She pumped vigorously, moaning with increasing sexual hunger, as the handsome, bearded young man sucked wildly at her pussy. She was beginning to scream with pleasure. Richard fastened his hand firmly over her mouth. The young woman continued to buck and writhe, as his tongue worked swiftly about in her gash. She was inflamed with passion.
He sucked all the passion from her crack and as he raised his mouth from her pussy, he lifted his hand off her mouth.
"Richard," she sighed, "you do wonderful things to me. So very wonderful. I can't believe it. I'm so hot. It's never felt like this before."
"Have you been with a man, like this?"
"Oh, never," Julie insisted. "I've thought about these things. I would be a liar if I said I haven't. I have. And I have wanted to be close to you for ever so long."
"Well, just don't get too close," he said. "You might be disappointed."
"I think not," she smiled. "You are quite a man, Richard."
"How about if you suck me off?"
"What?" she asked.
"Suck my cock," he repeated.
"Does that mean what it sounds like?" she asked.
"You just take my rod into your mouth and suck on it, while you are moving your mouth up and down on it," he said.
"That's perverse," she drew back.
"And a lot of people would say that what I just did to you is perverse," he laughed. "But we know better, don't we?"
"So, it's tit for tat?" she looked at him strangely.
"That's how the world works, darling," he smiled, rolling over on his back and spreading his legs apart. "Just take it in your hand and stroke it. When I tell you, kiss it and lick it and take it into your mouth."
"Oh, that's terrible," she said. It's nasty."
"I don't want to hear a sermon," he said. "Just do as I say."
Julie's young hand was trembling as she moved it to the young man's rod.
Richard moaned with pleasure, as the lovely young woman pressed her hand around his penis shaft. She started to work her hand up and down his length. She squeezed the cock meat as she stroked him.
"That's right," the stables keeper moaned, "and now kiss it. Kiss it on the tip."
As the pretty, young blonde brought her mouth down to the head of his organ, she kissed the cock meat and ran her tongue over it. Several droplets of pre-come squirted onto her lips as she kissed his dick. She ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the salty sex juice.
"Yes, Julie," he sighed. "That's just wonderful. Suck it more. Use your lips. Oh, yes. Now, take it into your mouth. More. More. Oh, yes, honey. That's right. Now, move your mouth up and down on it. Faster. Oh, yes, Julie. You learn quick."
He pressed his hands against her blonde-covered head, moving her mouth up and down the shaft of his cock meat. He could feel his balls fill with hot come. Soon, he would be ready to shoot. And he planned to shoot into the lovely young woman's mouth.
Faster and faster she worked her mouth up and down on the shaft of his cock meat. The jism was boiling in his sacs. Soon, very soon, he would be ready to shoot.
Faster and faster he worked his tool.
"Oh, yes," he groaned, as he moved his cock rapidly in and out of the lovely girl's mouth. "I'm going to come."
As soon as he said that, Julie tried to move her mouth off his cock. But she couldn't pull away quickly enough. He held her head firmly to his cock, as he shot hot jism into her mouth.
She moaned with horror, as she tried to pull her mouth away from his cock. But it was impossible. It was too late. The hot jism was flooding her mouth and it was either swallow it or gag.
Richard Rankin took great delight in the fact that the lovely young woman was swallowing his jism. He watched her moan and writhe about as he shot his load of hot spunk into her mouth.
The lovely young woman moved her mouth from the young man's cock, only after he had shot his entire load into her.
"That was a rotten trick," she said, as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Get off it," he smiled. "You know you liked it."
"I did not," she insisted.
"Well, then," he smiled, "you will learn to like it. Would you like me to make love to you now?"
His cock was still erect. She looked at it with confusion. Fear suddenly gripped her.
"No, I think I had better be going," she said, reaching for her panties.
"Not so fast," he said, grabbing her by her wrists and pinning her to the straw. "Don't be frightened. It won't hurt you. It's about time you became a woman."
"Please let me go," she cried. "It's late. My father expects me to help him with the milking."
"Just say that you spent the time with Fiona," he said. "Drinking tea and gossiping. He'll like that. He'll suppose that you'll end up marrying a Cambridge don as well."
She struggled against the powerful grip on her wrists. But as the handsome young man moved between her thighs and pressed his warm mouth to hers, she relaxed. Yes, she wanted him.
The rowdy stables keeper pressed his tongue deeply into her mouth, as he climbed between her thighs. He brought the head of his penis up against the crack of her pussy. He pressed into the moistened opening and she moaned with pleasure. He sank deeper inside of her and she squeezed her pussy lips down against him.
He began pumping her, working his tool slowly in and out of the moistened pit between her legs. He came up against the hymen. He paused. Julie tensed and then he broke through. She cried out with pain, as the hard cock tore through her female resistance and then he was buried to the hilt in her tight vagina.
"Oh, Richard," she sighed. "You feel so good." She was learning fast. She wrapped her legs tightly around the young man's waist and began pumping against him. His cock was moving rapidly in and out of her tight hole. The hot moisture from her pussy bathed his cock. He moaned with delight as he worked his tool slowly in and out of her pussy.
Riding her high, he pressed the shaft of his cock up against her clitoris, as he worked in and out of her.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned, "it feels so good. Yes, I'm glad. You've made me a woman."
He smiled strangely at her, as his cock worked rapidly in and out of her moistened slash. She was breathing deeper and deeper. It was obvious that the sexual friction was getting to her. He was turning her on. He was pumping her furiously now. He continued to grip her by the wrists, holding her tightly against the bed of straw, as he worked his tool rapidly in and out of her hole.
But Richard didn't want to come inside her pussy. He was worked up to extreme sexual tension. He wanted more. He wanted to do everything.
Pulling his cock from her hot, moistened slit, he quickly turned her over on her belly.
"What are you doing?" she sighed, obviously distraught that he had pulled his huge organ from her slit.
"Don't you worry about a thing," he said, as he spread her ass cheeks apart and gazed with delight at the puckered, virginal opening of her asshole.
He ran his finger over the hole.
"Not that, Richard," she moaned. "I can't take that. It's too much."
"Nonsense, my dear," he sighed. And as he kept her pinned to the straw with his forearm, he inserted a finger into her anus. She moaned with hot passion and he began to finger fuck her furiously in the ass.
She was pumping and writhing about. Her ass screamed from the pain. She couldn't imagine relaxing enough to take his finger up her ass - let alone his cock.
"Don't bugger me," she pleaded. "I'll scream."
"And have the Reardon's come and see you like this?" he laughed. "I doubt you would do that."
"Have compassion for me, Richard," she sighed. "Truly, you are hurting me."
"If you want to be my lover," he said, "you are going to have to get used to a few things. Sodomy is a pleasure for me. You do want to please me, don't you?"
"Yes, Richard," she sighed, "but not at the expense of my health and safety. I tell you, I'll never be able to take your member up my back hole."
"You'll learn soon enough," Richard sighed, as he pressed the head of his cock into the moistness of her pussy and then brought the lubricated cock up against her anus.
She moaned, as he pressed inside her behind. "No, Richard. I can't. It hurts too much."
"Shut up!" he said. "Breath deeply. Relax. You'll get used to it soon enough."
"I shant ever become accustomed to this," she protested. "It's wretchedly painful. Please, Richard. Have some pity on me. Please."
But instead of pulling his cock out of her ass, as Julie had begged, Richard pressed all the way into the depths of her rectum. She howled with discomfort and Richard put his hand over her mouth again. He was taking great pleasure in her behind, driving his rod in and out of her ass.
It didn't take long for him to build up to the point of sexual release. He gripped at her shoulders, as he worked his firm tool in and out of her behind. She groaned with discomfort and as he plunged powerfully to the depths of her ass, he froze in mid stroke and hot jism shot from his cock into her asshole. She finally relaxed, as she felt Richard's body go limp and the hot spunk flood her behind.
"Oh, Richard," she cooed. "It's not so bad. I really sort of like it," she said, as he pulled his satisfied love stick from her ass.
"That's nice," he sighed. "I can't tell you for how long I have wanted to do this. Watching you from the fields, while you walk over Norwich Farms, helping your father to feed the stock, I have often admired you. Especially your fine little ass. I have wanted for a long time to bugger you."
"Aren't you the nasty farm hand?" she smiled rolling over in the straw.
"You inspire me," he smiled, bringing his lips to hers.
"And am I the only one?" she looked searchingly into his eyes.
"But of course," he smiled.
"And you aren't interested in Fiona?"
"That stuffy wench?" he laughed. "I say good riddance to her. If she wants to go off with that Cambridge don, that's what she deserves. Fiona can spend the rest of her days in Cambridge parlors, drinking tea and gossiping with the old women."
"She does seem to have been bred that way," Julie said. "And what about you, Richard? Are you ever going to settle down?"
"Oh, I don't know," he replied. "I've thought about it - but not much. I think I might simply be the bachelor type."
"You know," Julie said, "I don't have a brother. When my father passes on, the farm will belong to me and my mother. We'll need a man around the place."
"Are you proposing?" he asked, with a sardonic grin.
"No, I was just thinking out loud."
"Well, I'm not a farmer," he smiled. "I like animals. But not milk cows. I've given some thought of going to Australia. I hear that a man can claim a piece of land and the government will supply him with enough sheep to get started.
"Yes, Julie," he smiled. "Maybe I'll go off to Australia."
"You're just saying that to be mean to me, aren't you?" Julie said.
"Why would I do that?" he asked, standing and climbing into his overalls.
"Because you're cruel, Richard Rankin," she said. "You have a mean streak in you a mile wide."
"Now, you just run along home to the farm and milk the cows," he smiled. "Surely, you have better things to do than lay about and gossip with the stables keeper."
"Is that what I've been doing?" she blushed with shame and embarrassment.
"You are much too sensitive for your own good, young lady," he laughed. "Now, you just run along home."
"You are definitely not a gentleman, Richard Rankin," Julie said, as she dressed. "You've taken advantage of me."
"Are you sure it wasn't the other way around?" he laughed.
"Honestly, you are a bore, Richard," she pouted. "At least walk me to the gate."
"If you insist," he smiled, accompanying the young blonde from the stables and across Ramsey Gate, to the border of Norwich Farms.
From her bedroom window, Fiona Reardon could see the couple. Julie was acting flirtatious with Richard. She could tell by the way the young blonde swung her hair about as she walked beside the stable hand.
At the gate to Norwich Farms, Julie Norwich threw her arms around Richard's neck and kissed him passionately on the mouth.
Fiona turned away from the window.
CHAPTER TWO
The Reardon's were always up early for breakfast. At the breakfast table, Fiona and her father, Ramsey, were wolfing down their morning sustenance, while Viola cooked over an open fire.
"Wonderful pan cakes," Ramsey smiled.
"Thank you, dear," Viola called from the kitchen and began humming Danny Boy.
"You're only picking at your food, Fiona," Ramsey Reardon smiled. Are you nervous about Lloyd?"
"I suppose," she sniffed. "All this pressure. He only proposed to me a month ago. Already, I feel as if I've been corralled."
"He's a good man," Ramsey said. "A little too intelligent for me to feel comfortable with. But I suppose he has other sides to him. Doesn't he?"
"Honestly, Father," she said, "I don't know him much better than you."
"I'm sure you must know him somewhat better than I do," Ramsey smiled. "After all, you are going to marry him."
"Yes. I'm sure that Lloyd has many sides to him ... "
"I see you're dressed to go riding today, honey," Ramsey said. "And a lovely spring morning it is for a ride in the country."
"Yes," she smiled. "I think it will do me good to have a nice long ride. I think quite well atop a horse."
Their conversation was broken by Viola's entrance into the dining room, carrying a platter heaped with pan cakes.
"Honestly," Ramsey complained, "I don't know how you expect us to eat all of this."
"Pancakes are good for you," Viola smiled, as she sat at the table. "Use plenty of molasses on them. It will give you energy for the day of work. It will be hot later."
"Yes," Ramsey said, "it feels like it. We certainly could use some rain. I'm afraid the flax will burn from the sun before we ever get it harvested. And it's sure to be a blistering summer."
"You going riding today, honey?" Viola looked over at her adopted daughter.
"Yes, Mum," she said. "I thought I would take a long ride today. I need to get out into the country air."
"You aren't nervous about Lloyd coming by for supper this evening, are you?"
"Now, Viola," Ramsey said, "the girl is quite nervous. She doesn't want to talk about it. We've been through all that already."
"Well, I must say, I feel a bit left out," Viola seemed hurt, as she sipped at her tea.
"Mother, don't be," Fiona took the older woman's hand and squeezed it fondly. "Everything is just fine. I'm a wee bit nervous, that's all."
"Be sure to ask Richard to stop by for supper tonight," Viola said. "I'm cooking a roast. I'm sure Richard would appreciate that."
"I don't know why you want to be inviting the stables hand to dinner," Ramsey said. "I can't imagine what the rogue could have in common with Lloyd Browne-Douglas."
"Richard has a sweet side," Viola said. "You must try to be a little more understanding of him."
"Oh, I suppose so. He does keep the horses well," Ramsey said. "I just don't want to put any more pressure on Fiona than is necessary. She's going to obviously be quite nervous with her fiance about."
"It doesn't matter who you have over for dinner," Fiona blushed.
"What did I say to offend you, dear?"
"Nothing, Mother," Fiona replied. "I guess I'm just a bit nervous. I'll be okay. I'm going to go out now."
As Fiona rose from the table, her mother hurriedly wrapped some pan cakes in a napkin and handed them to the young woman. "Give these to Richard. I'm sure he hasn't eaten breakfast. The lad doesn't take care of himself."
"I don't know how you can say that," Ramsey said. "The lad, as you call him, eats up quite a bit of our larder each week."
"He's a growing lad," Viola said. "He needs the nourishment."
"You are much too kind to him," Ramsey said. "I think you're soft on him."
"He does remind me a bit of you, when you were a young man, Ramsey," Viola said.
"Please, dear," the country squire said. "I've heard enough."
"You two can go on arguing all morning," Fiona said, taking the package of pan cakes and leaving the dining room. She walked outside and took a deep breath of the morning air.
Ramsey stood from the table and stood at the window, looking at his adopted daughter.
"She's a good looker, that Fiona," he said, admiring the way her figure was shown off by her riding britches. As the young woman strolled towards the stables, her adopted father studied her rear end. The puffed hips of the riding pants seemed to surround her tight, young ass, like billowing clouds. The chocolate brown riding boots same nearly to her knees. She was wearing a puffy sleeved white blouse and her long, brown hair cascaded over her shoulders as she walked.
While the lovely young brunette walked towards the stables, she slapped the side of her boot with the brown leather riding crop in her hand.
As she entered the stables, she pinched her nostrils against the odorous air. The humid morning air seemed to make the smell of horse manure and sweat only that much more pungent.
She found Richard brushing the chestnut mare.
"Good morning, Miss Fiona," he smiled, continuing to brush the horse's flank.
"Good morning, Richard," she smiled. "I'll be taking the chestnut mare out for a ride this morning."
"Very good, Miss," he smiled, studying her form in the riding apparel.
"Here are some pan cakes my mother made for you," Fiona said, rather formally.
"Thank her for me, Miss," he smiled. "You would do that for me, wouldn't you?"
There was something about the way Richard looked at her - the manner in which he smiled, that disturbed the lovely young woman. "You can thank her yourself. You are invited to supper this evening. Mother is making a roast."
"In honor of what?"
"Lloyd is coming by for dinner this evening," she announced.
"Well, what an honor!" he smiled.
"The last time I had supper with all of you," he said, "I had to sit and listen to your fiance discuss Beowolf all night. I never was able to figure out whether it was an animal story or not."
He burst into laughter.
"Is it necessary for you to always be so crude?" she gave him a haughty look.
"I'm not crude," he smiled, wickedly. "I just say what's on my mind."
"That's your problem," she said. "You have the mind of a rogue, a ruffian."
"Where will you be riding today, Miss Fiona?" he became formal.
"Out into the woods, I suppose," she replied.
"Then I'll accompany you for awhile," he said. "There's some fencing I promised your father I would inspect."
"As you wish," she said, formally.
Richard saddled the mare for Fiona and saddled a black gelding for himself. He led the horses out of the stables.
He stood by Fiona's horse, offering to help her up into the saddle.
"I can manage on my own, thank you," she said, with a snotty expression.
"Very well," he said, moving away from the horse. He watched the stuffy young woman climb - with difficulty - into the saddle. And then she quickly rode off.
Richard laughed to himself and climbing atop his horse, galloped after her.
They rode silently beside each other into the woods.
"Lovely day, isn't it?" he smiled.
"It will do," she said, rather formally.
"It's quite hot," Richard smiled. "I'm a bit thirsty. I know where there's a nice, cool brook. Would you like to stop for a drink of fresh water. I think the horses could do with it as well. They're sweating a bit."
"Very well," she said. And they turned off the main trail and headed off through the forest, towards the brook Richard had described.
Upon reaching the babbling brook, they dismounted from the horses and led them to the water.
While the horses drank from the refreshing brook, Richard crouched over the water's edge and cupping his hands, he drank his fill. He glanced over at Fiona, who was mimicking his gestures.
He studied the line of her breasts as they pressed against her blouse. The curve of her tight, young ass excited him.
"Tell me, Fiona," Richard said, "are you really going to marry that stuffy professor?"
"How dare you talk about Lloyd like that," she stood up and held her nose high in the air. "He's a gentleman and a scholar - qualities you will never possess."
"I wouldn't trade places with that dandy for all the money in the Bank of England," he laughed.
"Marry him," Richard said, "and you'll die of boredom. I can promise you that."
"It's none of your business," she said.
"I'd like to make it more of my business," Richard said, as he moved to the lovely brunette's side and grabbed her by the shoulders. She spun to face him.
Richard stared at her moistened lips. He pressed his mouth to hers and pulled her body close to his. He could feel her naked breasts beneath her blouse, press to his chest.
"You beast," she pulled away from him and slapped him across the face. "How dare you!"
Richard slapped her across the face and smiled. "Does Lloyd Browne-Douglas kiss like that?"
"Don't you ever touch me again," she said. She flew to her horse and struggling into the saddle, she cracked the riding crop against the horse's flank and galloped off.
There was a secret smile on her face as she rode off into the thick foliage. But Richard didn't see it.
He mounted his horse and rode out to inspect the fence.
On his way back to the stables, he stopped in at Norwich Farms. He found Julie in the barn, milking the cows.
"Playing with their tits, eh?" he laughed.
"Don't be so crude, Richard," she smiled, turning to look at her man, as she pulled at the bovine paps.
"Why don't you take a break?" he smiled. "I'll milk your paps with my mouth."
"You are a crude young man, Richard Rankin," she said. "And I don't know why I bother to even talk with you. You spoil my mind, I tell you."
"Don't be so rough on me, darling," he said. "You know you love me."
"I do not," she insisted. "Only a fool would fall in love with such an undependable cur as you."
"That's precisely why you love me," he smiled. "I couldn't imagine you running off to marry that bore, Lloyd Browne-Douglas."
"You're right on that account," she said. "And I have to go over to the Reardon's for supper this evening. Fiona invited me."
"I'm going, too," he said.
"That will be interesting," Julie said. "But we must be careful at dinner. I don't want anyone knowing that we are anything more than casual friends."
"Are you ashamed of me?" he asked.
"Let us just say that I have to be careful with my reputation," Julie smiled. "And since your reputation has been so often dragged through the mud, I think it best - with my future at stake - that we are not too closely associated."
"I'm really beginning to feel like a leper," he said. "Yes, I'm bound to be off to raise sheep in Australia. Surely, it can't be as stuffy as jolly old England."
"Let me get back to work," she said. "These cows need to be milked."
"I'll tell you what, beautiful," Richard said, with his arms wrapped around her, "Let's have a roll in the hay and then I'll help you milk the cows."
"Really?"
"Do you think I would lie to you?"
"I wouldn't put that past you," she smiled. "But it is safe. Father is in the cheese room, slicing the new cheese. And mother is busy canning."
"Then let's get to it," Richard smiled, kissing the lovely blonde passionately on the mouth and pulling her towards a pile of hay in the comer of the barn.
"I don't know why I let you always have your way, Richard," she sighed.
"Don't I make you feel good?" he laughed.
"What a little devil you are," she said, letting him push her to the pile of hay.
Richard opened her blouse immediately and feasted his eyes on her creamy breasts. Her pink nipples called out to be fondled, squeezed and sucked.
She moaned with instant pleasure as his mouth closed over her nipple and he began to suck her. She pressed her hand inside his shirt, as he moved from breast to breast, sucking and licking.
She was wetting her panties with excitement. "Oh, Richard," she moaned. "You make me so hot."
"You're easy," he smiled, as he fumbled with the buttons of her work pants.
"We'd better not go all the way," she said. "I don't want to get pregnant."
"Don't be silly," he laughed. "I have good luck. You won't get pregnant."
"You can't promise me that and you know it," she said.
But it was too late to negotiate. The stables keeper had pressed his hand beneath her panties and while he unbuttoned her pants, he toyed with the moistened pussy mound.
"Oh, Richard," she sighed, spreading her legs apart, "you excite me so much. Why do you do this to me. I have no will, no strength of character with you."
"Just relax, darling," he sighed. "Don't fight me.
While he kissed her breasts passionately, he pulled at her trousers, working them down over her legs. Tearing her blouse off her shoulders, he stared at the near naked girl.
Moving between her thighs, he leaned down and pressed his mouth against her lace-covered pussy. It was soaked with hot pussy juice. He sucked at her pussy and rammed his tongue into her pussy, as far as the moistened material would stretch.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned. "You are going to be my undoing. I can't resist you. I lust for you. I want you."
He didn't reply. He was inflamed with mad sexuality. Tugging at her panties, he moved them down over her legs and tossed them aside. He moved in tightly between her creamy thighs, working his hands over her pleasure-swollen breasts, as he sucked at her pussy, running his tongue over the pink fuck flesh and into the opening of her sex.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned, "you are going to make me come. Oh, my God. Yes, harder. Oh, yes. Richard, I come."
The lovely young blonde writhed about on the pile of straw while her pussy was engulfed with the power of orgasmic joy. She pumped furiously against his mouth, bellowing with lust.
Richard covered her mouth with his hand as he continued to suck at her sex hole.
When, at last, the girl had finished with her stunning round of orgasms, she pushed his head away from her pussy. "Enough! I'll pass out from this."
"Much better than masturbation, isn't it?" he smiled.
"Yes, you little devil," she laughed. "Much better."
"You want to suck my cock again?"
"I didn't like that, you know?" she said.
"Yes you did," he laughed. "Don't lie to me."
"I'm not lying," she said. "It was disgusting. All that jism in my mouth. I could throw up just thinking about it."
"You know that kind of talk only makes me want to shove my cock into your mouth more."
"Maybe that's why I talk like that," she smiled.
"Now who is being a little devil?" he smiled, rolling over on his back and spreading his legs. "Come and suck me. My cock is dying for you."
The young girl moved between his legs and unbuttoned his trousers. She reached into the warmth of the crotch and pulled his huge erection out into the open. While she stroked the throbbing tool, she felt it pulsate in her hand.
She lowered her mouth to the organ and ran her tongue over the cock head. He moaned as her moistened tongue caressed the sensitive head of his organ. She slowly pressed her mouth over the blood engorged sex tool and took it into her mouth.
Moving her hot mouth down on the shaft, he began to moan with increasing sexual tension. "That's a girl," he sighed. "Suck it hard. Make me come."
The girl was moving her mouth rapidly up and down the shaft of his rod. The penis was throbbing with hot desire. Faster and faster she moved her mouth on the organ.
He groaned and writhed in the straw, as he felt the orgasm build.
"Yes, Julie," he sighed, "you are going to make me come. Get ready. Drink it all up, my darling."
And then the young stables hand, ejaculated into the farmer's daughter's mouth.
This time she gulped the love nectar lovingly. She swallowed every last drop of the warm jism as she moved her mouth up and down on his organ. His cock spat hot jism into her mouth as she milked it.
And when he was completely milked, she took her mouth from his organ and moved up to his side. "Did you like the way I did that?"
"You are getting better each day," he smiled, struggling out of his pants.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.
"Roll over on your belly, my dear," he said.
"You aren't going to bugger me again, are you?"
"No, my little angel," he smiled. "I'm going to take the rear approach today to your lovely little pussy."
"The way you talk, honestly, Richard," she sighed, rolling over on her belly and exposing her lovely ass globes.
"You know you are fond of my personality," he laughed, pressing his hand up against the moistened crack of her vagina.
"That feels nice," she cooed.
"I thought you would like it," he said, pressing his fingers into the sex slit and up and over her clitoris. As he touched her magic button, she squirmed about in the straw and raised her pelvis slightly off the bed.
"That's a girl," he smiled. "You catch on quickly. Moving in behind the lovely blonde's rear, he pressed the head of his cock up against the hotly lubricated opening and entered her. She moaned with passion and pressed her pussy up against the invading organ.
"Frig yourself, honey," he said.
The lovely young blonde reached beneath her groin and began to toy with her clitoris. She found that thus stimulating herself, while she was taking Richard's cock inside her pussy, stimulated her powerfully.
The stables keeper was pumping powerfully in and out of her tight, nearly virginal opening, while the lovely young blonde frigged herself. Her fingers worked rapidly over the swollen pussy flesh. She was bringing herself rapidly to the point of still another orgasm.
And then Richard pulled a surprise on her. He pulled his organ from her slit and quickly pressed it up against her sore anus.
"No, Richard," she called out. "Not that!"
But he paid her no heed, forcing his huge organ deeply into her behind.
"It hurts," she called out. "You're ripping me apart."
"Frig yourself," he said, pumping his cock powerfully in and out the lovely young blonde's pink anus.
The young woman listened to his advice and concentrated completely on her clitoris, rubbing it rapidly, while Richard's cock pounded in and out of her asshole.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned. "I'm going to come. Oh, yes. You make me come so much."
"It's good for you," he sighed. "It helps keep things in the proper perspective."
Richard was rapidly approaching the point of ejaculation as well. As his tool worked powerfully in and out of the woman's asshole, she came and collapsed on her belly against the straw. Pumping and writhing in hot passion, she bellowed with the power of the orgasmic release.
Richard pumped furiously in and out of her tightened hole. He gripped her shoulders for leverage and pressed himself in as deeply as he could conceivably go.
She moaned and then Richard came into her ass.
They sighed in unison, their bodies covered with perspiration, as his penis was emptied into her hot behind.
CHAPTER THREE
The Reardon's were all ready for Lloyd Browne-Douglas' arrival. Ramsey Reardon was sitting in an over-stuffed chair before the fire, puffing on his pipe. Viola was busy in the kitchen, preparing the meal. Fiona and Julie were setting the table.
"I don't know why mother had to invite Richard," Fiona complained. "He has absolutely no manners. I'm sure he will embarrass all of us."
"Oh, he's not so bad," Julie said. "He just is a bit of an actor and he likes the rogue role."
"I don't know how you can say that," Fiona said. "Last time he came to dinner when Lloyd was here, I thought I would die. Lloyd was discussing Thackery. He asked Richard if he was familiar with Thackery and Richard said he wasn't - was it a brand of beer?"
"But that's funny," Julie laughed. "Did he really?"
"Yes, he really did," Fiona complained. "I was never so embarrassed."
"If you girls would stop gossiping and running down poor Richard Rankin, would you kindly get me a mead."
"Yes, Father," Fiona said, going to the cupboard and taking down the bottle of mead wine. She poured a goblet full of the sweet wine and took it to her father.
"Thank you dear," Ramsey smiled, looking up at his adopted daughter. "You look lovely in your blue dress."
"Thank you, Father," she smiled. "But it's green. You are colored blind."
"Yes," he said, puffing at his pipe. "I always forget to correct for my failures."
"It's not a failure, Mr. Reardon," Julie smiled. "Horses are color blind also."
"That would be nice if I were a horse," Ramsey laughed.
The sound of a buggy was heard outside.
"He's here," Julie gushed. "Aren't you excited, Fiona?"
"Yes, dreadfully so," she smiled, looking out the window.
"I swear," Julie said, "doesn't he look dashing in his waist coat?"
"Yes," Fiona smiled, patiently. She went to the door and opened it for her fiance.
"Hello, Fiona," Lloyd said as he stepped into the house and bussed her on the cheek.
"Hello, dear," Fiona smiled.
"Good evening, Mr. Reardon, Julie."
"Welcome to Ramsey Gate," Ramsey stood. "Can I offer you a mead?"
"No, I never drink," the Cambridge don said. "It interferes with my faculties."
"Come by the fire and warm up, Sir," Ramsey said.
"Thank you," the college professor said. "There is a bit of a chill in the air.
Julie watched the professor with excitement. She was always excited by him. He seemed so dashing to her, dressed in his gentleman's clothes.
"Can I get you anything?" Fiona asked her fiance.
"No dear," he ran his hand through his thick blond hair and adjusted his spectacles. "I'm fine. I brought you a little treat, darling"
"Candy?" she asked, with excitement.
"No, a book," he smiled. "I wouldn't want you to acquire rotten teeth because of me. I would rather feed you brain food."
The college professor reached into the pocket of his waist coat and withdrew a gaily wrapped package. "A French writer friend of mine wrote it. It's quite brilliant. I'm sure the world will one day applaud Gustave Flaubert."
"Gustave Flaubert?" Fiona asked.
"Yes," Lloyd said. "He wrote your gift. Madame Bovary. I'm sure you'll enjoy it. It's risque."
"A risque gift from you?" Fiona asked, incredulously.
Lloyd blushed. "I hope it won't offend you. It's so brilliantly conceived and written and I, think we must excuse some amoral excesses."
"It will do the girl good," Ramsey said. "Don't you worry. It's about time Fiona learned something about the facts of life."
"Father!" she seemed shocked.
"Now, now," Ramsey smiled, standing by the fire. "If you are to be married, you are going to have to learn about these things, sooner or later."
Fiona and Lloyd were blushing crimson, as Richard Rankin knocked on the door.
Julie opened the door to him and the stables hand, dressed in clean dungarees strolled in.
"Hello there, Richard," Ramsey called out.
"Good evening to you, Mr. Reardon," Richard smiled. "Julie, Fiona, Mr. Lloyd Brown-Douglas."
Julie smiled, Fiona frowned and the professor looked at the farm hand with disgust.
"I see you've brought another book along for Fiona," Richard said. "She's sure going to be one hell of an educated lass."
"Yes, in a manner of speaking," the college professor cleared his throat. "It's Gustave Flaubert's masterpiece, Madame Bovary."
"What's that about?" Richard asked, "the madame of a brothel?"
"Richard!" Fiona blushed. "How dare you."
"Now, now," Ramsey smiled, holding his pipe to his lips, "it's quite understandable how Richard could make that mistake."
"Well, hello everyone," Viola said, as she entered the dining room, carrying platters heaped with steaming beef roast, potatoes, rice, carrots and creamed spinach.
"Hello, Mrs. Reardon," Richard smiled. "Thank you for the pan cakes this morning. You're going to make a fat man of me yet."
"It will be my pleasure, Richard," she smiled.
"Good evening to you," Lloyd said to his future mother-in-law. "The food smells delectable. And to show my appreciation, I've brought along a little present for you, as well."
The college professor pulled yet another gaily wrapped package from his waist coat pocket.
The woman, quite excitedly began unwrapping the package. "Oh, how wonderful," she smiled, "the sonnets of Byron. I do love Lord Byron."
"He has something to say," the professor smiled. "Truly a gifted writer. England should be proud of her literary sons."
"Books, books, books," Richard scowled. "They seem to be such a waste of time to me. I say, man should live and not simply keep his nose buried in a book."
"Literature softens the soul," Lloyd said.
"It softens it all right," the stables hand snickered. "You read too much and you turn into a frigging pansy, if you ask me."
"Father," Fiona protested, "tell him not to talk like that. It's so rude."
"I do certainly apologize," Richard said. "I didn't mean to offend. I reckon I just don't have no manners."
"You don't have any manners," Lloyd sniffed.
"Yeah, just like I said."
"Well, children," Viola announced, "dinner is served."
"That's good," Richard said. "I'm so hungry, I could eat a horse, hair and all."
"You are disgusting," Fiona said. "You talk as though you were raised in a slum."
"I was," Richard smiled. "It taught me a bit about life. I can tell you all sorts of stories, the kind that will make your hair stand on end.
"I think we would prefer not to hear any of your rancid tales at the dinner table, Richard," Fiona said, passing the platter of meat to her fiance.
Richard winked at Julie and she winked back, moving her foot beneath the table and rubbing it against Richard's leg.
"If you are fond of tales of the down and out," Lloyd sniffed, "you might enjoy Dickens."
"I don't have time to be reading no books," Richard said, with a mouthful of half-chewed meat.
"You should take the time to read," Lloyd said. "You might learn a few things. And heaven knows, you could benefit by a little learning."
"Thank you, your honor," Richard said, reaching across the table and grabbing several boiled potatoes with his bare hands.
"Your manners are absolutely astounding," Lloyd commented.
"Would you kindly get off my case?" Richard said to Lloyd. "I'm hungry and I want to eat. The object of eating seems to me to bring the food from the table to my mouth. And that's what makes sense to me."
"Yes, I understand completely," Lloyd said. "You just go ahead and eat the way you want to eat. You do spend most of your time with the farm animals don't you?"
"Would you like to step outside, Professor?"
"Now, now, gentlemen," Ramsey said, "let's not get violent. Let's simply enjoy the meal that Viola has worked so hard to prepare for us."
"Yes, of course," Richard smiled at the grey haired woman. "I didn't mean to disparage your fine cooking. You are the best cook in all of England!"
"I think you exaggerate, just a trifle, Richard," Viola smiled.
"And how is work?" Fiona asked her fiance.
"Quite nice, actually," he sniffed. "The freshman class promises to be one of the brighter ones in years."
"That must be quite stimulating," Fiona smiled.
"Yes, it does challenge one to stay on one's toes," Lloyd said, peering at his beautiful fiance, through his spectacles. "But after we are married and you're living with me it will all be so lovely. You'll see."
"It sounds lovely," Julie smiled. "Fiona as the wife of a Cambridge don, how awfully exciting."
"Yes," Richard smiled. "I'm sure that she'll be the brightest woman in all of England, simply from hanging about with our professor here."
"You really are impossible," Fiona looked quite angry. "Mother, I wish you wouldn't invite Richard to dinner when I'm here."
"I wish you would try not to be so serious," Viola said to her daughter. "Richard is just having a little fun. I'm sure he doesn't mean to offend."
"That's right, Fiona," Richard smiled. "Don't you like to laugh?"
"Of course I like to laugh," she said. "I just don't find anything funny about Richard's rude comments."
The dinner dragged on like this, with Richard taking turns with Fiona and Lloyd, slinging abuse their way. Ramsey rather enjoyed it. In many ways, Richard reminded Ramsey of himself when he was a young man. Viola also felt a kinship with the rowdy young man. There was something raw about him. He reminded her of the country life.
Lloyd Browne-Douglas simply didn't fit in. It was obvious to everyone, expect poor Lloyd. Fiona did her best to play the perfect hostess and fiance. But her adopted parents knew only too well, that if she indeed married the sniveling young intellectual, she would have a miserable life. They knew he would spend all his evenings preparing lectures at the University and she would be alone.
"May I walk you home?" Richard asked Fiona, after the evening had drawn on into night.
"Thank you," she smiled.
Fiona watched with thinly disguised hostility as Richard and Julie took their leave of the party and headed off across the field to Norwich Farms.
"Well, it was good vittles," he said to the lovely blonde, "but I don't much care to be around that phony Lloyd character."
"He's not so bad," Julie smiled. "I think he's sort of cute."
"You would," he said. "The fellow is a total creep and you know it."
"No I don't," she said. "And do you see how silly Fiona acts whenever he's about?"
"If I didn't know you better, Richard Rankin," Julie moved close to him, "I would think you were jealous."
"That's nonsense!"
"Me thinks thou dost protest too much," she smiled.
"Now you talk just like him."
"No, silly, that's Shakespeare," Julie laughed.
"Do you see what I mean?" he stared narrowly at her. "Always quoting those damn writers."
"My, aren't you hostile tonight?" she smiled. "And I was hoping that we could have a little fun before you took me home."
"Yeah, what kind of fun?"
"What kind do you like?" she asked.
"Yeah, that's a good idea," he laughed. "Let's go over by that yonder clump of trees."
Julie took Richard's hand and he guided her over the heath, to the soft grass which grew beneath the clump of shade trees.
She reclined on the soft grass and moaned with pleasure as the farm hand stroked her hair.
"Do you like me, Richard?" she asked. "Or am I simply an object of desire for you?"
"I care for you," he said. "Can't you tell that?"
"Yes, I can tell," she said. "I can tell that you like to fuck a lot. That's what I can tell."
"My, my, sweet Julie," he smiled, "I didn't know you knew how to talk like that."
"It pleases you, doesn't it?"
"Well, it's plenty more natural than all that phony talk from the professor, "I don't want to talk," Richard said. "Let's leave that to the professor." He began to unbutton her blouse.
"Is that all you ever think about?"
"What else really matters - when you come right down to it?" he asked.
"You always have a flip answer, don't you?"
But Richard didn't reply. Not with words. He opened the front of her blouse and ran his fingers over her breasts. Squeezing at the breast flesh, he took delight in the young blonde's moans of increasing lust.
"Richard, you have this hold over me," she said.
"In a manner of speaking, yes," he said, squeezing her tits and working his fingers over her taut nipples. As he pinched the pinkish crowns between his fingers, he lowered his mouth to one and then the other. He sucked at the nipple, working it between his teeth and tongue.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned, "you really get to me. You do such wonderful things to me. So very wonderful."
He continued to flick his tongue against her swollen nipples, as he ran his hand down over her belly to the top of her skirt. And then realizing that the girl was wearing a skirt and not her customary trousers, he pressed his hand beneath her skirt.
He ran his fingers up along the inside of her thigh, to the moistened mound of light pubic hair. He squeezed her pussy and ran the tips of his fingers into the sex slit.
Hiking the skirt up around her waist, he pulled at her panties - in his sexual frenzy and ripped them off her hips.
"So violent?" she murmured.
"Shut up," he snarled. "I don't want to talk. I want to suck."
She moaned with instant pleasure as the young stables helper moved between her thighs and slid his hands beneath her ass cheeks. He brought her pussy up to his mouth and kissed it passionately. He could taste the bitter juices of her vagina, as he ran the tip of his tongue about in the fuck hole and up over her clitoris.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned, pumping her pelvis up against his mouth, "you make me so hot. Suck harder, darling."
Lifting her ass up off the soft grass, he ran his tongue in and out of her pussy opening and then slid it over to her anus. He pressed the tip of his tongue slowly in and out of her arse.
"Oh, you pervert," she moaned. "You excite me so. Don't ever stop wanting me, Richard.
"I don't know what I would do if you ever said that you didn't want me anymore," she cried in the heat of passion.
Please, don't ever stop."
He didn't reply. Rather, he continued sucking and working his tongue about, over her two apertures and over the blood engorged pussy flesh.
"I'm going to come, darling," she moaned. "Oh, God, you are going to make me come."
And then she came. As Richard sucked at her sex, squeezing her tits, as he worked his mouth over her sex, the lovely young blonde screamed out with pleasure and began pumping wildly.
He moved his hand to her mouth, to muffle the scream and pressed his finger into her ass, while he sucked at her clit.
"Oh, Jesus," she groaned, "this is not real. I will die from this pleasure. It's much too much."
He continued to suck, until she tried to pull away.
And then, he immediately moved in between her thighs and pressed his rod into her tight cunt.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned, wrapping her legs tightly around him, "you feel so good. Oh, Richard, fuck me. Fuck me hard."
He pounded his rod furiously in and out of the girl's pussy. As he rode her high and hard, she was again moving up the rungs of the ladder to orgasm.
But even as he was preparing to shoot his load of come into her cunt, he pulled his thunderous rod from her cunt and crammed it into her tight anus.
"Oh, God," she howled, "you're killing me. Please. No."
"Shut up!" he howled, ramming his stick in and out of her asshole.
The hot insides of her rectum pounded on his shaft. He drove himself deeply into her ass.
"Richard," she moaned, "I'm so sore. Please, be gentle."
"Stop bitching," he sighed, "I told you before. Frig yourself. That will make it nice."
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, "you're killing me. Please, stop. Take it out."
But he didn't take it out. He continued to pound his cock in and out of her ass. He was almost there - almost ready to shoot his hot load of jism into her asshole.
"Oh, Richard ... "
"Julie, I come."
And while the lovely young blond frigged her clitoris vigorously, Richard's cock spasmed in her asshole and he shot gobs of hot semen deeply inside of her.
"Yes, Richard, yes," she groaned, "that's nice. So nice. I'm going to come again."
While Richard worked his ejaculating tool in and out of the tightness of the lovely young woman's asshole, she continued to frig herself wildly, coming and gyrating about on the grass, as Richard slowly pulled his fuck stick from her behind.
"Oh, Richard, darling," she moaned, as she writhed about on the grass, "you do things for me. You do wonderful things for me."
"That's nice to know," he smiled. "I knew you would be feeling that way after a bit."
"Why are you so cock sure about everything?"
"It's a good way to be," he smiled.
"Richard, what's to become of us?"
"What's with this 'us' stuff?"
"Well, surely you aren't going to simply use me, sexually. I mean, there is a future for us, is there not?"
"My dear, what fairy tale have you been reading?"
"Richard," she moaned, "what do you mean by that?"
"I think you know very well what I mean," he said. "When we started fucking around, there wasn't any talk about getting married, or anything."
"Of course not," Julie said. "What kind of a girl would I be if I tried to bribe you like that?"
"Well, isn't that what you are trying to do, right now?"
"It's not bribery," she said. "I'm talking about love. You know, my father is quite fond of you. If we were to marry ... "
"That is something not likely to occur," he said.
"You are a cruel womanizer, Richard Rankin."
"Isn't that what you liked about me in the first place?"
"Let's not talk," she said. "Fuck me again."
CHAPTER FOUR
After making small talk before the fire, discussing mostly the tentative marriage plans, Fiona and Lloyd Browne-Douglas excused themselves from Fiona's adopted parents and walked outside. They said they wanted to talk, before Lloyd began his journey back to Cambridge.
"I just don't know, Ramsey," Viola said.
"Know what, honey?" he asked, looking out the window after the lovers, while he puffed on his pipe.
"About Lloyd and Fiona," she said. "I'm worried about those two."
"But why? Fiona is a lovely young girl. Lloyd is fortunate to have her. And Lloyd. Well, I admit he's a bit on the stuffy side, but he's all right."
"I hope you're right, Ramsey," she said. "But my female intuition tells me differently. I really don't think those two stand much of a chance together. I really don't know."
"It's a lovely night, isn't it, Lloyd," Fiona said, walking close to her fiance, looking up into the dark, star-filled sky.
"Rather," he sniffed. "There's the Big Dipper and over there, why that's Orion's Constellation ... "
"Please, stop trying to impress me always with your great knowledge," she sighed. "We hardly ever talk about us. And that's the most important part. If we are to be married, there are so many things for us to know about each other."
"What would you like to know about me?" he asked.
"Nothing specifically," she said. "I just want to feel close to you. You know."
"Well, I'll try," Lloyd said. "The moon is so bright I feel wonderful tonight. Let's sit over there, by the tree."
As Fiona and Lloyd walked over to the tree, near the Reardon house and sat on the soft grass.
Suddenly, they heard moans coming from across the grounds. They were the sounds of Julie and Richard. And the noises - not peculiar to anyone who has been around a barn yard - were definitely sexual.
"I say," Lloyd exclaimed, "what's that?"
"Oh, it's just Julie and Richard," Fiona explained. "They're obviously having an affair. I suspected it before, but now I know."
"Richard and Julie?" he seemed confused. "I find that so difficult to believe. Why, she has good breeding. And Richard. Why, he's simply a rogue, a ruffian. I really can't understand why your parents put up with him. I would have discharged him years ago."
"They are attached to him," Fiona explained. "I think they feel sorry for him in a way."
"That may be so," Lloyd said. "But this incidence of complete lack of morality is too much to accept. I really think I should speak to your father about those two. I wonder what her father would say if he knew that Julie was having obscene relations with the stables keeper."
"Is it really so terrible?" Fiona asked, slightly confused.
"They aren't even engaged," he sniffed. "As far as I'm concerned, he's taking advantage of the young girl. It's inexcusable behavior. Really there's just no excuse for it. None whatsoever."
"Is that why you never make a pass at me?" she asked.
"Fiona!" it was obvious he was blushing, even in the moonlight. "I think this is hardly the time and the place to discuss such things."
"When is it going to be the right time and place?" she asked.
"When we are married, of course," he was intense. "That's where the marital consummation must take place. It is a sin before God to have sexual relations before marriage. Don't you agree?"
"I don't know," she sighed, listening to the moans of the copulating couple, across the grounds. "I don't know what I think anymore. You never even try to kiss me, Lloyd."
"Oh, I do so," he said. And putting his arm awkwardly around the young woman's neck, he brushed his lips against hers.
"Is that supposed to be a kiss?" she asked.
"What did you expect? Honestly, Fiona, you confuse me at times. I don't know what's gotten into you."
"I'll tell you what's gotten into me," she said. "I want to know more about you. If I'm going to marry you - and spend the rest of my life with you - I want to know what sort of man you are. I want to know what makes you tick. That means a lot to me."
"Yes," he said, "I suppose it does. But tell me, don't you know me through the books I give you to read? Doesn't that tell you who I am?"
Suddenly, Julie was nearly screaming as Richard buggered her up on the hill, beneath the tree.
"Listen to those two," he seemed outraged. "Like animals. It's disgusting. Man wasn't meant to behave like that. It's an outrage."
"Oh, Lloyd," she said. "I really don't understand you. What sort of man are you?"
"I am a gentleman and a scholar," he smiled, proudly.
"I'm cold," she suddenly began rubbing her arms. "It's freezing. Don't you feel it?"
"I was thinking that it was rather warm," he said.
"I must be going in," she said, getting up from the grass. "Goodbye, Lloyd."
"I'll be out to see you on the weekend," he called after her. "Good night, darling."
"Good night, Lloyd," she whimpered, running into the house and slamming the door behind her.
Crying, she ran up the stairs.
"What's wrong, darling?" Viola called after her.
"He's so cold," she called down, slamming her bedroom door behind her.
"Oh, Ramsey," Viola said, "I told you. He's not for our Fiona. He'll make her life miserable."
"Why does everything have to be so complicated?" Ramsey said. "Our poor little Fiona."
The lovely young woman was upstairs, in her bedroom, gazing out her bedroom window. She could make out the shadows from Julie and Richard's bodies, as they hugged and caressed beneath the trees.
Fiona suddenly felt a wave of jealousy pass over her. She admitted to herself - for the first time - that she cared about Richard. As crude and unpredictable as he was, she found that she was attracted to him. And this bothered her a great deal.
Opening her jewelry box, she took out the golden half heart. She fingered the bauble and tried to remember. The past simply wouldn't come into focus for her. Turning the charm over, she studied the engraving on the back. It spelled out only half the word "love." Somewhere, she figured, there would be the other half of the charm. And it would belong to someone close to her. Perhaps a relative - a brother or a sister. She wanted desperately to remember but she couldn't.
Placing the bauble back into the jewelry case, she stood against the window and looked out at the copulating shadows. Fiona was a virgin. She had only taken pleasure with her own fingers on rare occasions. And she had always felt extremely guilty about that.
Shutting the window abruptly, Fiona lifted off her dress, slips and petticoats and lay them over a chair. Standing only in her panties, she stood before the full length mirror and admired her body. Her small, nicely shaped breasts excited her. Her flat belly, long legs and the dark mound of pubic hair beneath her panties made her wonder why it was that she was still a virgin. She was beautiful. And she knew it. And she suddenly was aware that she was too good for Lloyd Browne-Douglas. There was life in her veins. And he seemed already dead.
Removing her panties, she stared at her exposed pussy. The dark hairs glistened from the light of the candle burning on her bureau. Turning to her side, she admired the gently sloping line of her ass.
Pouting and feeling confused, the lovely young woman took the candle to her bed stand and turned the covers back on her four poster bed. She climbed between the sheets and found a comfortable position on the firm mattress. Spreading her legs slightly, she ran her fingers over her pussy and felt the warmth of her sex. Once she started, she could not stop.
Spreading her legs wider still, the lovely young woman inserted a finger into the warm, moist, depths of her sex. She ran her finger about in the hole and up over her clitoris. She squeezed the sensitive flesh and began to rub it vigorously. Faster and faster she rubbed her clit and she could feel hot waves of passion stir in her vagina. While she frigged herself, she ran her fingers over her breasts, fondling her nipples and squeezing them until they became firm.
She alternated between playing with her breasts and playing with her pussy. Her sex was on fire. She squeezed it lovingly and raising her knees, she began to rub the pink flesh knob with vigorous strokes.
Fiona found herself thinking about Richard while she rubbed her pussy. She was imagining herself lying beneath the tree with him, taking his cock into her slit. She imagined him making warm and tender love to her.
And she was sighing with powerful sexual tension, as the orgasm engulfed her. Fiona pumped against her fingers powerfully. She tried her best to stifle the loud moan that wanted to come from deep inside her. She couldn't, however. She moaned loudly as the orgasm swept through her. Her body was bathed in perspiration and she trembled with ecstasy. Faster and faster she rubbed her pussy. She worked her fingers rapidly in and out of her hole. She moved two digits down over her anus and pressed one finger into her ass. It felt hot and tight. She wished to God that she could have a cock in her. But it wasn't working that way. And she didn't know if it ever would.
Feeling extremely depressed and alone in the world, Fiona moved her fingers from her pussy and lay on her side. She was breathing deeply, pouting and miserable.
"Why is my life so miserable?" she asked herself. "When will things change for me? Oh, God, please hear my pleas. I can't marry Lloyd. I can't."
She was saying that over and over again to herself, as she drifted off to sleep.
"Oh, Richard," Julie sighed, "you know, a girl doesn't just make love for sport."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" he asked, as he walked the young lady to the fence that separates Norwich Farms from Ramsey Gate.
"Richard, why do you have to be so thick headed?" she asked. "Don't you realize that I truly care for you?"
"Of course," he smiled. "And I care for you, too, Julie. Truly I do."
"Then ask me to marry you," the lovely young blonde asked. "You know how much I care for you."
"It would never work," he said. "We aren't meant for each other in that way. It's simply not happening."
"Well, you are a cur and not a gentleman at all," she said. "You've simply taken advantage of me."
"And you had nothing to do with it?"
"You took advantage of me," Julie said. "A man like Lloyd Browne-Douglas would never have taken advantage of me the way you did."
"That's because he wouldn't know how to," Richard laughed. "And you know it."
"Oh, do I?"
"Yes," Richard laughed. "If that's the kind of man you want, take him. You would be doing Fiona a big favor."
"Well, I just might do that," she said. "I just might."
"Good night," he smiled.
"Good night," she said. "And you are a bad man. I don't care what anyone says."
"I'll ask God for forgiveness when I go to sleep," he said.
Early the next morning, Fiona dressed in her riding clothes and went off to the stables - before breakfast. This was most unusual for her. But she was in a most unusual mood.
She found Richard sleeping, rolled up in the straw in the corner of the stables.
"Wake up," she announced. "I want to go riding."
"What! You! What in the world are you doing up so early?"
"I want to ride," she said. "Get dressed and prepare the chestnut mare for me."
"Yes, my lady," he smiled, pulling the blanket off his bare chested body and standing. Fiona tried to disguise her curiosity, but not very well. She sighed with pleasure as she stared at his hairy chest.
"And where will you be riding to, my lovely?"
"Don't be insolent," she sniffed.
"I wasn't trying to be - whatever that word means," he smiled. "I was just thinking that I might like to go riding with you. If you would let me."
"You are so uneducated," she said. "I really don't know why I put up with you. But if you want to go riding. Well, it's a free country. And you do have permission to use the horses."
"Thank you, my lady," he sighed. "I'll have the horses prepared in a jiffy. Just let me wash up a bit and take a piss."
"Listen to the way you talk," she sighed. "You are like an animal. Do you know that?"
"Listen, Fiona," he said, "I might not be a Cambridge don and I don't know all those big words. But I'm not such a bad bloke. Really I'm not."
"You don't have to be a college professor to be a gentleman," she said, watching the young man wash in a wooden basin. "All you have to do is practice a little courtesy. That's all it takes."
"I'll try, Fiona," he said, as he unbuttoned his trousers and urinated loudly into a corner of the stables. "We just didn't have the same upbringing. That's all. I didn't have an opportunity to go to Miss Smyth's."
"Miss Smyth's is only for young ladies," Fiona grinned. "I don't think they would have taken you."
"Well, you know what I mean," he said, shaking his cock and stuffing it back into his trousers.
"Do you always urinate in the presence of young women?"
"There's nothing bad about taking a piss," he said. "Don't you ever have to take a piss?"
"Of course I do," she said. "But you don't see me squatting in the corner of the stables to relieve myself, do you?"
"No, but it might do you some good," he smiled, putting his shirt on.
"Oh, you are simply impossible, Richard," she said. "Absolutely impossible."
"Yes, I know," he said.
Fiona watched Richard as he placed the saddles on the chestnut mare and the black gelding. Adjusting their reins, he led the two horses out of the stables.
He helped Fiona onto her saddle and as she galloped off, he climbed upon the black gelding and raced after her.
Richard sensed that something was happening - something strange and new. But he wasn't sure what it was. As hostile as Fiona was, she was being open to him.
Richard caught up with the lovely brunette as they entered the woods. The way she was riding made him wonder if she wasn't trying to escape his presence.
Her hair was flying in the wind as she rode swiftly through the trees. He was right behind her, kicking at the black horse's flanks urging the animal on.
He caught up with her, as they entered a wide expanse of green grass.
Riding beside her, he smiled at the lovely brunette. "What's the hurry, Fiona?"
"Leave me alone," she said, but there was a faint smile painted across her face.
He continued to ride alongside her. As they approached the end of the clearing, Richard called out: "Fiona, your horse seems to have a problem with the back leg. You'd better let him rest."
Fiona pulled the horse up to a clump of trees and dismounted. She walked around to the rear of the horse and surveyed its hind legs.
"They look all right to me," she observed. "What are you talking about, Richard?"
"Oh, I just wanted to talk to you," he smiled, walking to her side. "You want me to talk to you, don't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Come off it, Fiona," he said. "I sense that you don't dislike me as much as you act. And I can't believe you are really going to marry that creep, Lloyd Browne-Douglas."
"He's not a creep," she turned her face from his, so he wouldn't see her smile. "He's very intelligent and he's gentle. Those are qualities you will never possess."
"Come off it, Fiona," he said. "You know there are just as many attributes I have, that your Cambridge professor will never have."
"Such as what?" she asked.
"Let me show you," he said, putting his arms around her and pulling the lovely brunette's lips to his. As his mouth met hers, she sighed and nearly went limp in his arms.
"What about Julie?" Fiona asked, pushing Richard away.
"What about her?"
"Don't play stupid with me," she grimaced.
"I thought I was stupid," he laughed.
"Oh, Fiona," he sighed, "why do you make my life so difficult? You know that we are meant to be together."
"Then why were you and Julie copulating like cats last night?"
"Last night?"
"Yes, I heard her moaning like an animal."
"There's nothing between us but sex," he said. "I think there could be something more between us. Don't marry Lloyd."
"But I am promised to him," she said. "I can't simply drop him. What kind of woman would I be?"
"Don't talk," he said. "Just kiss me. You know you want to."
She went limp in his arms and as his lips met hers, she moaned with sexual hunger. Richard held her in his arms and lowered her to the soft, spring grass.
With his body pressed against hers, he moved his mouth to hers and kissed her passionately. He ran his tongue into her mouth and she sucked at him with feverish desire.
"Oh, Fiona," he moaned, "we were always meant to be lovers. Always."
"Richard," she moaned, as he began unbuttoning her blouse, "this is wrong. It is so terribly wrong. We musn't."
"But we must," he said. "You want me. Admit it."
"Oh, Richard, I don't know what I want anymore."
She ceased her nervous chatter, as the stables keeper opened her blouse and stared hungrily at her full, creamy white breasts. Her pinkish nipples begged to be touched, kissed, caressed.
As he pressed his hands against her breasts, he lowered his mouth to her nipple and ran his tongue slowly over the sensitive nipple flesh. Her nipple immediately became firm. He took it into her mouth and sucked at it.
"Oh, yes, Richard," she moaned. "That feels so nice." She was thinking about the previous night in bed. She was lost in sexual reverie. She was, for the moment, entirely under Richard's manly spell. As he squeezed her breasts, he lowered his mouth to her nipple and sucked at it passionately.
She moved sensuously against the ground, as his hands worked over her breasts and his mouth sucked at her nipples. He ran his hand down the length of her body to the crotch of her riding pants. He squeezed her pussy.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned. "Don't
But he wasn't listening to her. He was rubbing the crotch of her pants, squeezing her sex and sucking at her breasts.
He unfastened the buttons of her trousers and ran his hand down over the crotch of her panties. He squeezed her sex and felt the hot, lubricating juices trickle into his hand. As he squeezed her, he inserted his finger into her gash and ran it up over her clitoris. Rubbing her clit, she began to moan and writhe about on the grass.
She was moaning and writhing, as he moved to her feet and tugged at her boots. He pulled the chocolate brown riding boots off her slender feet and pulled the pants off her. He stared with hungry desire at the moistened crotch of her pants. Pulling at her panties, he removed them slowly over her feet and focused on the lustrous mound of dark pubic hair.
He had been imagining for a long time about her pubic mound. He had been wondering what it would be like to kiss her pussy and to suck it. Pressing his hands beneath her ass globes, he lifted her pussy to his mouth and began to kiss and suck.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, "you are doing wild things to me. You are bad. You are so very bad."
Lifting her ass up off the grass, he ran his tongue about in her sexual opening and focused on her clitoris. He nibbled on it, sucked it and caressed it with his tongue.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned, "you are going to make me come. It feels so good. Please, don't stop. I'm going to come."
He reached for her breasts and squeezed them lovingly, while his tongue worked about in her pussy. He bit at her clitoris and sucked it wildly. She became hotter and hotter.
"Oh, Richard," she sighed, placing her hands over his and applying more pressure to her breasts, "I'm going to come, honey. Please, hurry. I want to."
He smiled to himself, surprised somewhat that she was giving herself so completely to him. And yet, he wasn't surprised at all. On her back, on the grass, she writhed and moaned with hot passion, as the tongue was plunged about in her sex and up against her clitoris.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned, "you are making me come. I'm almost there. Please don't stop."
He sucked harder and faster. He nibbled on her clit and pulled at it and then she swooned with passion and came. She pumped wildly and writhed on the ground, as the orgasm overcame her.
Her body was red hot with desire.
"Richard," she screamed, "it's so good. Please, don't ever stop. It's so nice. No, ever stop."
He continued to suck and the sexually starved young woman writhed in uncontrollable passion. She howled and bucked and writhed and the orgasm engulfed her completely.
"Stop, enough," she moaned. "I can't take anymore."
Smiling, with a sense of victory and licking his lips, Richard raised his mouth from her sex. He held her tightly to him and slid up alongside her very satisfied body.
"Richard," she sighed, "that was so nice. Yes, it really was."
"How about doing something for me, now?" he asked.
"Like what?" she asked, breathing deeply.
"I would like it very much if you sucked me off," he said.
"Did what?" she asked, sensing that it was something she could never relate to.
"I would just like you to do to me, what I just did to you - suck me cock."
"Richard!" she sighed. "I couldn't do that. That's disgusting. What do you take me for - a whore?"
"Julie sucks my cock," he smiled. "I guess that's why we get along so well."
"Does she really?" Fiona asked.
"Yes," he replied.
"Well, then," she sighed. "I guess I can do that as well."
"That's more like it," Richard smiled. "Of course you can."
He quickly undressed and lying naked beside the lovely brunette, he was quite exciting to the sex starved young woman.
She surprised him, by putting her hand to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his organ and squeezed it. It was fully erect and hot in her hand.
She was as excited by the sensation of holding his cock, as was he.
"That's right, honey," he sighed. "You just stroke it real nice. Make it feel good. You are being real nice to me. And don't think I don't appreciate it. I'll give you something really nice in return. You'll see."
"Oh, Richard," she sighed, sitting up beside him and stroking his cock with more rapidity, "you mustn't tell anyone about this."
"Don't you worry," he smiled. "I won't tell a soul. It will be our little secret. Now, let me teach you how to suck cock. First, kiss it tenderly on the head."
Fiona, who was quite turned on by this point, squeezed his cock passionately and brought her soft lips to the head of his meat. She ran her tongue over the surface of the cock crown and took the bulbous cock head into her mouth.
"That's right, honey," he smiled, feeling victorious, "just run your sweet mouth over my cock. Take it all inside your mouth and hold it tightly with your lips.
"That's right," he sighed, "and now move your mouth up and down on it. Faster. That's right, honey. Oh, it feels good. Doesn't it feel nice." She murmured something, with his huge erection in her mouth. But Richard couldn't understand what she was saying Up and down the shaft of his meat she moved her mouth.
Faster and faster she worked the tool in and out of her mouth. His balls were feverish with excitement. Faster and faster she moved her mouth up and down the length of his cock meat.
The lovely young brunette wasn't thinking at all that he would cream. She had forgotten all the stories from school about the man shooting hot liquid from his penis, when he ejaculated.
Richard was pumping his tool rapidly in and out of her mouth and then, suddenly, he forced his tool deeply into her mouth and jismed. He had his hands on her head, so she couldn't pull away.
She moaned and jerked her head about wildly, as hot jism shot into her mouth. She began swallowing. She had no choice - though some of the love nectar escaped from between her parted lips.
"That was a dirty trick," she finally managed to say, as he pulled his organ from her mouth.
"Sorry," he sighed, quite content. "But Julie swallows my semen."
"I don't believe that," she said.
"Well, then you'll just have to ask her," he smiled. "Come on, Fiona, it wasn't all that bad, was it?"
"It was pretty bad," she sighed. "It really was."
"Oh, honey," he moved his mouth to hers, "don't fight me so. Let's get along. It would be so nice if we were close."
"No more of your tricks?" she said, licking her lips.
"I promise. No more tricks."
"I want to make a confession," she said.
"Okay, confess," he said. "I will be your father-confessor."
"Very funny, Richard," she said. "I just wanted to tell you that - I've wanted this to happen."
"I've known that for a long time," he said. "It's no secret to me."
"No you didn't," she looked at him, with serious scrutiny.
"Of course, I did," he laughed. "The way you went out of your way to give me trouble, could mean only one thing."
"And what is that?"
"That you love," he said.
"That I love you?"
"That is it," he smiled. "It's not such a terrible thing."
"I will admit nothing the sort," she said. "I am engaged to Lloyd. It is he that I will marry."
"We'll see," he said. "But I am tired of arguing with you. Let's calm down. No more talking. Let me make love to you." She neither greed, nor disagreed. She simply lay there on the grass, staring into his green-blue eyes.
Lying by her side, Richard pressed his arm beneath her head and brought his lips to hers. He kissed her passionately on the mouth and ran his tongue into her mouth. She sucked at his tongue, as he worked it slowly in and out of his mouth.
He began kissing his way down her throat to her breasts. He paused to kiss the nipples, while moving his body atop hers.
She sighed with pleasure as his body warmth mingled with hers. He moved between her thighs and pressed the head of his cock into her moistened opening. She sighed with pleasure as his cock moved into the hot opening and up against her hymen.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, "be gentle, darling. Please be gentle."
But the stables keeper had enough experience with virgins to know that the only way to take care of business, was to take care of business.
He thrust his erection powerfully up against the sexual barrier and pierced her virginal sheath. Sinking deeply into the hot passion pit, their sounds of pleasure mingled.
He began pumping his nine inch organ powerfully in and out of her. She was writhing, held powerfully in the grip of the new pleasure. He worked his tool rapidly in and out of her hot sexual slit.
Richard adjusted himself, so that as he worked his tool in and out of her opening, he was pressing up against her clitoris. With each inwards and outwards thrust, he stimulated her clitoris and she trembled with delightful sensations running through her.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, "it does feel good. It feels awfully good. Please, never stop. Don't ever stop."
He pressed her knees up into the air, so that her pussy and bottom were fully exposed. And then he worked his tool powerfully in and out of her slit.
She was panting with fierce passion.
"Oh, baby," she groaned, "I'm going to come. I'm going to orgasm again."
"That's good for you.," he sighed.
"But let's make it better," Richard said, as he pulled his shaft from the hot, moistened slit. Rolling the lovely young woman over on her belly, he admired her lovely ass globes. They were even more firm than Julie's. He spread them slightly apart and looked down with hunger at the puckered opening of her asshole. He brought his mouth down to the crack in her ass and ran his tongue over her anus.
Richard was surprised that she didn't try to pull away. She liked the anal stimulation. And he ran the tip of his tongue into her asshole. She moaned and writhed against the tongue caress.
"You are such a nasty man," she moaned. "Really, Richard. I don't believe you at all."
"Now, now," he smiled, lifting his mouth from her anus and moving in for the surprise sodomy. "You know that it isn't so bad."
Positioned tightly between her thighs, he slid his cock into the rear entry of her pussy - for lubrication - and while she was working her pelvis about on his stick, he pulled it suddenly from her hole and pressed it up against her anus.
"No, not that," she moaned. "Please ..."
But there was no escape. He plunged deeply into her ass, filling the lovely young brunette with his bugger stick.
She screamed with pain as the cock plunged deeply into her ass. She tried desperately to pull away from the invading organ, but she couldn't get away from him.
Richard pinned her to the grass with his powerful hands and continued to plunge his rod deeper and deeper into her behind. She struggled against him, but there was no escape. In and out, he worked his tool and she moaned with extreme passion.
"Oh, God," she sighed, "I really don't think I can. No, I can't take it anymore. You're killing me."
"You'll get used to it," he grunted. "Really, just relax and take some deep breaths."
"I should have known better," she moaned with pain, "as soon as I turn my back on you, look what you do."
To help the young girl grow accustomed to the anal intrusion, he lifted her slightly off the ground and pressed his hand beneath her groin. He began fondling her sex button, squeezing it and pulling at it. He worked his cock slowly in and out of her asshole, feeling the hot rectum squeeze down on him.
While he toyed with her clitoris, she finally began to relax. Faster and faster he worked his fingers over her button and plunging his tool in and out of the tight confines of her asshole, he was nearing the point of ejaculation.
Shoving his rod into the depths of her behind, he spasmed and shot his load deeply into her ass.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned, as her own orgasm was triggered, "yes, you were right. It feels so good. Don't ever stop. It's wonderful. Please, faster. Fuck my ass. Kill me."
He knew she didn't mean that. But Richard was heartened to know that he was getting through to the young woman. He was filling her with outrageous passion. He was having her as a treat of life - lovely brunette woman beneath him on the ground. On her belly, taking his orgasmic cock deeply into her ass.
It was a victory for Richard.
And it was also a victory for Fiona. Their lives were now set on a new road of life. The sexual encounter would redirect the direction that both of their lives would take.
As Richard pulled his fuck stick from out of her ass, he breathed deeply and collapsed in complete satisfaction at her side.
"You are a little devil, do you know that?" she smiled, running her hand through his hair.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you, you drive me wild with desire," she said.
"You know that I belong to you completely, but sometimes you treat me so badly, that I just want to scream," she laughed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Richard was alone in the stables, grooming the horses, when Julie came around.
"Why, good day to you, my blonde friend," Richard smiled.
"I know why you are in such a fine mood," she pouted.
"And why is that?" he continued brushing the horse.
"I saw you and Fiona riding out, early this morning," she said. "I cried the entire time I was milking the cows."
"That's silly," he smiled. "There's nothing to be upset about."
"Isn't there?" she asked.
"No, nothing, I tell you."
"Richard," she sighed, "you know that I love you."
"Now, Julie," he said, putting the brush aside, "I told you not to go and fall in love with me."
"One doesn't always have a choice about such things," she said. "I can't help it that I love you. What am I supposed to do?"
"Forget about me," he said. "It just wouldn't work out."
"But I told Father all about you, how much I liked you ... "
"Now, why did you go and do a stupid tiling like that?"
"Don't you care about me at all?"
"I like your kid," he said. "You know I do. It's just this love stuff; You're way off base with that stuff. Really, you would do yourself a great service if you forgot about me."
"It's Fiona you love, isn't it?"
"She's a nice enough girl," he said. "But she's engaged to Lloyd. You know that."
"I don't believe that would stop you," she said. "Not if that's what you really wanted."
"I wish I knew what I wanted," he said. "Would you like to kiss me?" she asked, moving close to his side.
"That could be a mistake," he said. "You might just fall in love with me all over again."
"You are conceited. Do you know that?"
"I'm just trying to protect you, Julie," he said. "That's all. Look, honey, I'm busy. If you want to fuck, that's fine. But Otherwise, I'm going to have to get on with my work."
"Oh, you are a cruel young man," she sighed.
"I'm not cruel," Richard turned to look into her eyes, "but I am a man. What do you expect. What sort of strange fantasy are you hatching?"
"I guess that's all it is - a fantasy," she said. "I don't want to talk to you anymore. I hate you, Richard Rankin. I hate you."
"You'll get over it," he laughed, as he watched the lovely blonde run, crying, from the stables.
She ran to the Reardon house. She felt she had to confront Fiona.
The blonde knocked boisterously on the Reardon's door. She knocked until Viola came to the door.
"What - you, too. Everyone is crying this morning. I really don't understand ... "
"I need to see Fiona," Julie sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"She's up in her room," Viola said.
The young blonde ran up the stairs - two at a time - in a hurry to confront Fiona.
She knocked lightly on Fiona's door.
"Yes?" came the emotional voice from inside the room.
Julie opened the door and pushed it open. Fiona was lying on the bed, weeping. "What's wrong with you?" the blonde asked the brunette.
"Well, what's wrong with you?" Fiona asked, turning over and looking up at Julie.
"I see you haven't changed from your riding outfit," Julie observed. "Not since you've been out riding with - Richard."
"I don't want to hear about him. He took advantage of me."
"Don't feel bad," Julie said. "He took advantage of me as well."
Julie, crying, fell upon the bed, beside Fiona, crying hysterically.
They comforted each other.
"What did he do to you?" Fiona asked her neighbor, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"What didn't he do?" she replied. "I've been such a fool. I thought that if I gave myself to him, that he would love me. I was living in a dream world. It just wasn't true."
"You think you have problems?" Fiona sniffed. "Richard. I hate that name. I never want to see him again. He practically raped me this morning."
"What did he do?" Julie asked.
"I'd rather not go into the details," she said. "But I'm not a virgin anymore."
"Neither am I," Julie pouted. "Who will want us now?"
"Oh, it's not as bad as all that," Fiona said, putting her arm Julie. "At least I'm still engaged to Lloyd."
"But can you really marry him?" Julie asked. "No, offense, but he is such a twit."
"I know it," Fiona again burst into tears. "But I'm afraid that if I don't marry Lloyd, I'll never be married."
"Stop it," Julie caressed Fiona's hair. "You know that isn't true. You're beautiful. You could have any man you want."
"And you couldn't?" Fiona said. "Have you ever looked in the mirror?"
"Yes, I know I am beautiful," Julie said. "But that's the big problem. I'm afraid that no man will like me for myself. They will just care about me because I am beautiful."
"I have the same worries at times," Fiona said. "It's rough being beautiful."
"Isn't it?" Julie pressed herself up against Fiona on the bed. "It feels good to be close to you. I was so angry at you - angry for stealing Richard's love from me. But, now I feel better, he did the same thing that he did to you. He took advantage of my youth and innocence."
"What shall we do?" Fiona sighed. "I can't marry Lloyd now. Not after having tasted Richard's passion. I could never be satisfied with Lloyd's coldness. I'm so confused."
"We'll find someone," Julie said.
"You know," Fiona said, "I think Father Jones rather likes you."
"Oh, come off it," Julie said. "Me with an Anglican minister?"
"Why not?" Fiona smiled. "He's young, about twenty-five, I reckon and he's really cute. I've seen him looking at you during the Sunday services. He's interested. That's for sure."
"I never noticed," Julie wiped her eyes dry. "He is sort of cute. I'll bet he knows how to be passionate."
"So, everything will be fine for you," Fiona said. "You will probably end up marrying Father Jones. But whatever will I do? I know I can't marry Lloyd. I'll die of boredom."
"What's the minister's first name?" Julie asked.
"Richard, I believe," Fiona said. "Yes, I'm sure of it. His name is Richard. Just like the stable hand."
"Oh, I don't know if I like that coincidence," Julie said. "I don't know if I could marry someone with the same name as that devil."
"It shouldn't really matter," Fiona said. "You aren't, after all, marrying the name. You are marrying the man."
"Maybe things won't really be so bad for us," Julie enthused, putting her arm beneath Fiona's shoulders, in a sisterly gesture of affection and kissed her on the cheek.
Fiona was surprised by the kiss. Not so much surprised that Julie kissed her, but surprised that she liked it. That it felt so good.
That it even felt almost natural.
Fiona turned and looked into Julie's eyes. She saw the same surprise in the blonde's eyes, that she felt. They kissed on the lips. At first the kisses were innocent little pecks, but suddenly the love hungry Fiona Reardon was pressing her body atop the young blonde's and driving her tongue into her mouth.
Julie went limp in Fiona's arms and returned the emotional fervor of the kisses. They ran their tongues in and out of each other's mouth and pressed their bodies very tightly together. Julie didn't pull away as Fiona began to unbutton the blonde's blouse, running her fingers over her warm breast flesh.
"Oh, Fiona," Julie moaned. "That feels so good, should we really do this?"
"I can't stop now," Fiona said, "you are so beautiful. I want you."
Julie was moaning with mounting desire, as Fiona ran her hand inside the blonde's blouse and caressed her tits. She brought her mouth to the girl's pink nipple and sucked it.
"Fiona," Julie moaned, "it feels splendid. So very good. Don't stop. Don't ever stop. Oh, honey."
Fiona pulled Julie's blouse off her body and quickly removed her own. They both swooned with pleasure, as they pressed their taut nipples together and began to pump their groins against each other.
Heat was rising rapidly between them. Fiona began fumbling with the buttons to Julie's pants. Opening the crotch, she looked down at the girl's panties, staring at the stray blonde hairs which pressed out of the sides of the panties.
Fiona moved off the bed and pulled Julie's boots off her feet. She then removed her pants and moved in between her thighs. She pressed her hands beneath the blonde's thighs and brought her mouth to Julie's crotch. She kissed and sucked at the moistened panties.
Julie was pumping powerfully up against the brunette's mouth, while Fiona toyed with her breasts.
"Take off your clothes," Julie said. "I want to see you naked."
Smiling, Fiona lifted her mouth from Julie's pussy and climbed off the bed, to undress.
She removed her boots and pulled the riding trousers down over her feet. She then pulled her blouse off and stood stark naked before the prone blonde.
"You have a beautiful figure, Fiona," Julie sighed, as she climbed out of her panties. "You are so beautiful. Come close to me. Let me hold you."
Fiona lay on the bed, snuggling up close to Julie. They kissed passionately on the mouth and worked their bodies together. As their breasts and groins crushed together, they both were aware of the extreme heat that circulated between them.
Slowly, the brunette worked her mouth down to the heat between Julie's luxuriant thighs. She pressed her mouth to her pussy and kissed the blonde's cunt with extreme passion. She ran her tongue over the pubic mound and over the hot pussy lips. Taking Julie's clitoris into her mouth, she sucked at it and nibbled on it. The passion mounted swiftly.
"Don't make too much noise," Fiona whispered, as she raised her mouth from Julie's pussy. "I don't want anyone to know."
"Okay," Julie blushed. "I didn't realize I was so loud."
"Oh, darling," Fiona moaned, "I don't know why we waited so long to discover each other this way."
"It doesn't matter," Julie sighed. "Nothing matters but now."
Fiona sucked passionately at the lovely young blonde's pussy, she pressed her tongue rapidly in and out of the hot passion pit and brought the tip of her tongue up over the swollen clitoris. Running her tongue over the swollen flesh, she brought Julie to the threshold of orgasm.
Running her fingers through Fiona's dark hair, Julie brought her lover's mouth down tightly against her sex and began pumping with passion.
And as Julie came, Fiona pressed her hand against the girl's mouth, so Viola - down in the kitchen - wouldn't hear. The young blonde pumped her sex powerfully against Fiona's mouth. The passion was hot and heavy. Faster and faster they pumped. Fires were blazing in their groins.
After the young blonde had enjoyed a very powerful round of multiple orgasms, Fiona raised her mouth from the girl's vagina and collapsed at her side. She held the girl tightly to her and they kissed on the mouth.
"I want to suck you," Julie said.
"I would like that very much," Fiona replied.
And while the darkly beautiful girl lay on her back with her legs spread widely apart, the blonde crept between her thighs and kissed her passionately on the pussy. She ran her tongue over the blonde mound of pubic fur and using her fingers to spread her pussy open, she ran her tongue and pressed the tip of her finger into the brunette's asshole.
"Oh, God," Fiona moaned. "You excite me so. It's wonderful. You will make me come so."
Julie sucked powerfully on the dark beauty's pussy, pressing her finger in and out of her asshole.
Within moments, Fiona arched her back high on the bed and moaning with extreme passion, was hurled into the abyss of passion.
Julie covered Fiona's mouth, to muffle the moans and continued to suck and work her finger in and out of her asshole.
"Enough," Fiona groaned. "I can't take anymore. I'm exhausted."
Julie lifted her mouth from the brunette's pussy.
"Oh, what have we done?" Fiona asked Julie.
"I think we've made love."
"We never should have allowed this to happen," Fiona said. "I know that it's a terrible sin. We will bring the wrath of God down upon us. It's just not right."
"I don't know," Julie said. "It felt just fine to me. I can't imagine what could be bad about it. I like you and you like me. What could be wrong with that?"
"Plenty could be wrong," Fiona said, grabbing her blouse up and slipping it over her shoulders. "If we become lesbians, we'll never get married. We will be perverts."
"I don't think it's as bad as all that," Julie said. "I think you are being a bit hysterical. Really I do."
"I think you had better leave," Fiona said. "Don't get me wrong," she suddenly softened her tone, "I really like you, Julie. And it felt good what we did. It's just that I'm so confused lately. This thing with Richard ... "
"I'm going through the same thing," Julie said. "In fact, it's been going on longer between Richard and I, than it has between you two."
"That only proves that you are a bigger fool than I," Fiona moved off the bed and pulled her riding pants on. "I really want to be alone, if you don't mind."
"No, I get the message," Julie said, gathering up her clothes and dressing. "I do hope, however, that you aren't angry at me, or anything like that."
"No, Julie," Fiona said, "I'm not angry. Just upset and confused. I do hope that what we've just done won't be a barrier between us. I mean, I do like you very much."
"I know you do," Julie said, beginning to weep again.
"What's wrong now?" Fiona asked. "Honestly, I think we're behaving like a couple of hysterical old women."
"Yes, that's true," Julie smiled through her tears. "It's only that I loved Richard. I really did. And now, I feel as though I am losing you as well."
"You're not losing me," Fiona said. "Honestly, dear, I think you are much worse off than I."
Fiona sat beside Julie on the bed and put her arm around her. "It's all so logical. Really it is. The problem, it seems to me, is that you are disappointed because you have finally come to realize what a cad Richard is. And we've complicated things a bit by making love. That's all. It's no big deal. I think you should really go and see Father Jones. Not only because I think Richard Jones cares a great deal for you, but I think he can help you with your confusion.
"I simply don't have the strength to give you right now," Fiona went on. "I'm nearly as confused as you are. But believe me, honey, I am not angry with you. As soon as all of this mess is cleared up - and after I figure out what I am going to do about Lloyd, everything will work out just fine. Hold on. You'll see. Everything will work out."
"Thank you for being so understanding," Julie said. "I really was afraid that you were angry with me. You promise that you don't think I'm perverse?"
"No more than I am," Fiona smiled.
"And you promise that everything will work out all right for us?"
"Yes, I promise," Fiona smiled. "Just go and see Father Jones."
CHAPTER SIX
It was early in the afternoon as Julie Norwich walked along the road in the direction of the local parish. She was going to see Father Richard Jones and she had dressed in her loveliest dress for the occasion.
Julie stopped along the road to pick wild flowers, dreaming about the life she could have with the pastor. It all seemed so sudden to her. After Fiona had told her about the pastor's attentions towards her, she forgot completely about Richard Rankin. She was thinking now only of Richard Jones. Father Richard Jones.
As she drew close to the church, she felt a sudden rush of paranoia.
It dawned on her that Fiona might have made the story up, to take her out of the romantic triangle with Richard Rankin. She felt a sudden feeling of anger. But upon going over the facts in her head, she decided that it wasn't so. At least, she would know for sure, when she had finished talking with the cleric.
Walking up to the church, she opened the door and entered. The room was empty. The long wooden benches looked strange to her, not being filled with the local parishioners.
She walked to the back of the church and listened for some indication of life.
"Hello," she called out. "Anybody here?"
"Hello there," it was the parson's voice. "Who is it?"
"Julie Norwich."
"Well, what a pleasant surprise," the young religious man said, as he stepped from the rectory of the church, out into the main hall. "And don't you look lovely today?"
"Thank you, Father," she smiled, studying his dark good looks. She had never looked at him as a man before. She had hardly noticed how handsome he was. Standing there in his dark suit, with his white shirt open at the collar, Julie felt a rush of passion.
"What is it that I can do for you, my dear?" he asked.
"Oh, Father," she said, "I need to talk to you. But it isn't really a religious matter. I just need to talk to you. I need your advice."
"Well, if it's not of a religious nature," he smiled, "step into the rectory. I just made some lemonade. It's a trifle warm outside, isn't it?"
"Yes, Father," she sighed. "Oh, I do need to talk to you. I'm so confused."
"Sit down, my dear," he said.
Julie sat on a wooden chair and looked about her. She had never been in the minister's private quarters before. The walls were lined with books and on the desk, the Bible was opened. He apparently was writing. He was also working on a painting, Julie noticed, as she saw the easel standing in the corner. The canvas bore the drawing of a lovely landscape. The colors that the religious artist had applied thus far, were quite lively. Julie felt inspired looking at the painting. She also felt an overwhelming attraction for the sensitive young man.
"What seems to be the matter?" he asked, as he handed her a glass of lemonade.
"I'm a bit embarrassed," she said.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," Richard Jones said. "I'm your friend and I would like to help you. I care a great deal for you. I've been meaning to take you aside and have a little chat with you. I've been a bit shy, I hate to admit."
"You are shy?" she asked, with disbelief. "You certainly don't seem shy when you are standing at the pulpit on Sunday."
"That's different," the minister said. "I don't have a personal connection with all the parishioners. I'm not in love with them, as I am with you."
"You love me?" she asked, again shocked by the revelation.
"Is that such a sin?"
"Oh, I'm so confused," Julie said. "You see, Fiona said that you cared for me. But I didn't believe it."
"Why should that be so hard to believe?" he laughed. "You are a woman and I am a man. And you are very beautiful."
"My beauty is a curse," she sighed. "I can't tell you how much trouble it gets me into."
"Do tell me," he implored. "Don't be afraid. I think you would be surprised at how understanding I can be. As a minister, I hear a great many things."
"But you are so young," Julie sighed, staring into his pale blue eyes. "How can you be so wise - have so much experience?"
"Life is full of experience, if we will only look," he said. "Now, Julie, please tell me what's been bothering you."
"Well," she paused, "it's about a man. And it's about a woman. It's filthy, Father," she burst into tears. "I'm so ashamed."
"Now, now," he patted her on the shoulder. "Get a hold of yourself, child. "It can't be all that bad."
"But it is, Father," she sniffed, peering into his face, wondering if she dare tell him the truth.
"Come sit on the bed," the cleric said.
"On the bed?" she looked at him with confusion.
"It's all right, dear," he said, "I'm not going to force myself on you. I would like to sit beside you, so we could talk. As you can see, there is only one chair in the room."
"I'm sorry for questioning your morals, Father," she sniffed, moving to the bed. "I just don't know who to trust anymore."
"There, there," he patted her on the back. "Sip your lemonade and try to relax. Everything will be just fine."
The minister pulled a fresh, white handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to the young girl.
She blew her nose into the snot rag.
"There, there," he smiled. "Now, dear, tell me what is the matter."
"You see," she began, "I fell in love with this other Richard. His name is Richard Rankin. He's the stables keeper at the Reardon's. I never should have gotten mixed up with him ... "
"Did he have carnal knowledge of you?"
"What does that mean?"
"Did you two," he paused, flushed with embarrassment, "have sexual relations?"
"Yes, Father," she burst into tears again, "we made love. Several times. Will I go to hell?"
"Now, now," he smiled. "It isn't all that bad. You wouldn't believe how many young people slip from time to time. It's not a grave sin. And the Lord is more forgiving than most people think."
"We did perverse things together, Father."
"Please, call me Richard," he smiled. "I want you to think of me as a friend. "Thank you, Richard," she sighed, "that makes it easier."
"Now, now," he put his lemonade aside and put his arm around the apparently hysterical young woman. "What sort of perversities did you engage in? Did you use naughty words while you had carnal knowledge of each other?"
"No, worse," she cried.
"Worse?"
"He sodomized me, Father."
"Richard."
"Yes, Richard," she corrected herself. "And we had oral sex together. I swallowed his seed, Richard. And today - today, I had carnal knowledge of Fiona."
"You've been a busy girl, haven't you?"
"Yes, Richard," she sighed. "I have been bad. Will the Lord really forgive me?"
"Yes, I think so," Richard smiled. "The world isn't really so pure as people think. I admit, what you have become involved in is a bit strange for a girl your age. But these things do happen. Though it is expressly forbidden in the Bible, sodomy and "even lesbianism is not as rare even among Christians, as one would think."
"Yes," she sighed. "But what does God think of it?"
"I can't really speak for God," the young preacher smiled, "but I forgive you."
"Do you really?" she asked.
"Of course," he smiled. "Before I became a man of the cloth," he said, "I slipped a few times in the areas of morality. It happens to every young person. It's so difficult to decide what is right and what is wrong."
"Nothing is black and white," he said. "Everything is grey."
"Do you forgive me, Richard?"
"Of course I do," he smiled. "You know, darling," he smiled. "I've admired you from afar for a terribly long time."
"Really?" she looked into his handsome face.
"Yes," he smiled. "I care a great deal for you."
"And you won't hold it against me - the things that happened between Richard Rankin and I and with Fiona?"
"Of course not," he smiled. "I'm in love with you, Julie. I would forgive anything you did. And do you want to know why?"
"Because you love me?" she asked.
"Yes, because I love you," he said. "But more than that, my dear. I would forgive you also, because my faith can protect you."
"Richard, I love you, too," Julie gushed.
"Just like that?"
"Well, I must admit, it crept up on me slowly."
"It did?"
"Yes, when I first came here, I wasn't sure whether or not I would love you," Julie explained, "but as soon as you explained all of this to me. Well, I just felt so relaxed. I think it would do me good to be around you."
"Oh, Julie," he smiled, "you make me feel good."
"Will you kiss me?" she asked.
The handsome young minister brought his mouth to hers, brushing her lips with his and sliding his warm tongue into her mouth.
They fell across the bed.
Julie couldn't believe what was happening. Never, in her wildest fantasies, did she imagine that she would be making love with the minister, in the rectory.
"Oh, Julie," he sighed, "you are so beautiful. Don't be afraid. I want you because I love you. I am not at all like that other Richard. I would never take advantage of you."
"I know that, Richard," she sighed, as the minister ran his hand over her breasts and pressed his fingers inside the opening of her blouse.
"Let me undress you," he said, sitting her up and unbuttoning her blouse. As the front of her dress opened and he gazed at the ripened breast globes, the minister felt his cock begin to harden in his trousers. He opened the blouse and ran his fingers over her tits. They swelled with passion. He took her nipple between his fingers and squeezed it. She sighed with pleasure.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned. "Take me, I'm yours."
They both stood and kissed on the mouth, passionately. Richard opened the front of her dress completely and taking the flowers, which she still held in her hand tightly, laid them aside, while Julie stepped out of her dress.
While the lovely young blonde climbed out of her numerous petticoats, slips and bra, Richard removed his own clothing.
She was standing only in her white lace panties and he was completely nude. He moved close to her and took her in his arms. While he pressed his tongue into her mouth, he moved his hand over her breast and squeezed it passionately. He brought his mouth to the nipple and sucked at it. It was firm in his mouth.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, "you excite me so. Let's get on the bed."
They lay together on the bed, facing each other. Julie wrapped her fingers around his cock and began stroking him.
"Oh, you have a nice touch," she sighed. "You make me feel so good."
They moved closer together and Julie spread her legs slightly, pressing the minister's cock up against her moistened pussy.
"Oh, Julie," he moaned, "that feels so nice."
"I would like to suck you," she said.
"To do what?"
"I'll show, you," she said, rolling the minister over on his back and taking his firm erection in her hand. She began to stroke him, while moving her mouth to the head of his cock.
She ran her tongue over the head of his meat and the minister moaned with increasing passion.
"Oh, you are a little vixen," he smiled, as he put his hands to her head and directed the movement of her mouth over his organ. She slid her mouth down over his cock, pressing it tightly with her lips and taking the entire cock into her mouth.
"Oh, that's nice," he sighed. "Suck me fast, darling. Go, faster."
The lovely young blonde was a bit surprised to find herself so rapidly in this situation with the minister. But she didn't let her surprise put a damper on things.
Faster and faster she moved her mouth up and down on his swollen cock meat.
He was breathing powerfully with passion while the cock thundered in and out of the lovely girl's mouth.
Richard Jones could feel the jism boiling in his nuts. It had been a very long time since he had carnal relations with anyone other than his hand. He was filled with excitement and pumping rapidly in and out of her mouth.
"I'm going to come," the minister announced. "I'm going to come soon. Be careful, Julie."
But the lovely young blonde had a surprise in store for the minister. She didn't disengage her mouth from his cock. She worked with increasing vigor up and down the length of his cock.
Soon, the extremely turned on minister, pressed his cock deeply into her mouth and ejaculated.
"I'm sorry, Julie," he moaned. "I didn't mean to do that. I'm so sorry."
His cock continued to spasm in her mouth, as his hot semen squirted against her cheeks and the back of her mouth.
"Oh, darling," he moaned, "please forgive me. I didn't mean to."
"But I wanted to swallow your jism," she said, as she lifted her mouth from his fuck stick. "I really did."
"This is most unusual," the Anglican minister said. "You really like that?"
"Yes," she sighed, licking the surplus spunk from her lips, "it pleases me."
"I would like to please you," he smiled, stroking her cheek, with a loving caress.
"I would like it very much if you sucked my pussy until I came," she said.
"Do what?"
"Kiss my pussy, please," she explained. "It really excites me."
"I've never done anything like that before," he said.
"I'll explain it to you," she said. "It's easy. Just lick my pussy lips and suck on my clitoris. You could press your tongue into my vaginal opening, if you wish."
"I've never known a girl like you before," he said. "You really surprise me, darling."
"I have lots of surprises for you," she smiled. "Come, put your mouth against my pussy."
The young minister, a bit shocked and surprised by Julie, crouched between her lovely thighs and stared down in bewilderment at the blonde pube-covered pussy.
"Don't be afraid," she said, "it won't bite you. Really it won't."
The minister lowered his mouth to her pussy and pressed his tongue into her vagina. She sighed with increasing passion and began to pump against it. Her pussy was red hot with passion. Julie spread her legs as widely as possible and pumped against the minister's mouth. Hot juices trickled from her opening. He sucked at her pussy and caressed her clitoris with his tongue.
"You are doing a wonderful job, Richard," she sighed. "Surely, I will come soon. A little harder. That's it. Oh, yes, you are right on target. Suck. Oh, Richard, that feels so wonderful."
The young man sucked harder and faster at her pussy, biting her clitoris tenderly and running his tongue over it. She pumped about on the bed, squirming and moaning with pleasure.
"Oh, yes," she sighed. "I'm going to come. Faster. Yes, faster."
The young minister was pressing two fingers into her pussy hole, as his lips moved rapidly over her clitoris. He took the clit into his mouth and sucked wildly.
She spasmed and howled. She was coming.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, "I'm coming. It's wonderful. Don't stop. Make me come again and again and again. Yes, so nice. Don't stop. Oh, Richard."
She moaned and writhed in ecstasy, pumping her vagina up against his mouth, as the orgasm thundered through her.
"Yes, enough," she moaned, pushing his face away from her pussy.
"Was I hurting you?" the minister asked, as he raised his pussy juice - covered mouth from her hot slit.
"No, but it was becoming too intense, silly," she smiled. "What a surprise you turned out to be. You are so passionate."
"That shouldn't be at all surprising," he said. "I serve a passionate God, Hence, I am a passionate man."
"I'll bet God couldn't suck pussy as nicely as you do," she smiled.
"That's probably true," he said. "But I don't think God will mind what we're doing."
"Why's that?" she asked.
"Because I am going to marry you," he said.
"You are?"
"If you'll have me," he smiled. "Did you really think I would take advantage of you like this, without making you my wife?"
"I don't know," she said. "I've lost all faith in men."
"Now, now," he smiled. "You musn't become bitter."
"Will you really marry me?" she asked.
"I have no reason to lie to you, my dear," he smiled. "I love you. Did you think I would make love with you only because you are beautiful. "This is wonderful news," she said. "My father will be so pleased. Can you imagine that - Julie Norwich marrying a preacher?"
"Of course I can imagine that," he smiled. "I am, after all, the one who is proposing."
"Let's celebrate," Julie gushed. "Fuck me, Richard. Fuck me with passion."
"I don't know any other way to fuck," he said, as he moved between her thighs and pressed the head of his rod up against the moistened crack of her pussy.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned, "that feels wonderful. Don't stop. Push it all the way in. Faster, faster."
Julie wrapped her legs tightly around him, as she returned his powerful thrusts. Faster and faster he plunged his erect tool in and out of her tightened opening. Her pussy lips were pressing powerfully against his tool. They were pumping rapidly together.
And then the lovely young blonde rolled the dark-haired minister over on his back and climbed atop him, as though she were a jockey riding a horse. She moved swiftly up and down on his rod, resting her weight on his chest with her hands.
"Where did you learn to make love like this?" he asked. "I thought you said that you had only recently lost your virginity?"
"That's true," she said, "but you inspire me. I can't stop. I have to go crazy with you. If you only knew how happy you have made me."
"I can tell, my lovely," he sighed. "I think I'm going to come again. You drive me wild with passion."
"No, wait," she gasped, moving off his rod, "I have a better idea."
"A better idea?" he seemed puzzled and more than a bit miffed that she had pulled her pussy off his fuck stick.
"Yes, I want you to bugger me - just to show you how much I really care for you."
"Bugger?"
"Fuck me in the ass, please," she smiled, wickedly, as she moved to her belly on the bed, exposing her lovely ass globes to him.
"I've never done anything like this before," he said, hunched over her, his cock still dripping the warm pussy juices from the previous cuntal entry.
"It's easy," she sighed, "just press your cock up against my ass and slide it in."
"Are you sure it won't hurt you too much?"
"Really, Richard," she sighed, "I like it. Do it soon, while I'm still hot."
She raised herself up slightly on the bed and began toying with her clitoris. She was moaning passionately as the young minister took her ass globes in hand and spread them open.
He stared down at the inflamed opening of her anus. It was hot red and puckered tightly. He pressed the head of his meat into the tightened opening.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, "that feels so good. Don't stop. Don't worry about me. I love it. Shove it all the way in. Rend me. Fuck me hard."
"You are full of surprises, darling," he sighed, ramming his tool powerfully in and out of the tight asshole.
"Do you want me to come inside your ass?"
"But of course," she sighed, stroking her clitoris vigorously.
The young minister was perspiring profusely as he worked his tool in and out of her tightened asshole.
He had never before done this, though there were numerous times that he had thought of it - fantasized about it.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, frigging herself to the precipice of orgasm, "I'm going to come, honey. I'm almost there. Yes, oh, God, Richard, honey. I'm almost there."
"Me, too," he moaned.
And then the two of them achieved simultaneous orgasm. While Julie stroked her pussy rapidly, the young minister plunged his cock into the depths of her asshole and shot his load of jism into her bowels.
"Richard," she moaned, "you feel so good in me. Don't stop. It's wonderful."
While he shot the last droplets into her rectum, they turned over on their sides and slowly began to recover.
"Do you still want to marry me - after all of this?" she asked.
"But of course," he sighed. "I wouldn't have it any other way. I have loved you from afar for a long time. And now I have loved you up close. And I still love you."
"You are so romantic, Richard," she sighed. "I had no idea that a man of the cloth could be like you. Could fuck like you."
"Well, Julie," he smiled, "it's quite obvious that you have a great deal to learn about men. Not all men are rogues and ruffians. And rogues and ruffians are not the only men who know how to make love."
"I am learning very rapidly," she said.
"That's the best way to learn, my dear," he smiled, pulling his cock from his wife-to-be's rectum.
He turned to face her. "You have made me a very happy man, my dear. I am inspired now. I feel that there is nothing I cannot do."
"I love it when you talk like that," she said. "You are so good for the soul. Maybe you could talk to Fiona Reardon. She's so upset, also."
"What's wrong with lovely Fiona?" the minister asked, as he wiped his cock clean with the handkerchief.
"She was going to marry Lloyd Browne-Douglas, a professor from Cambridge," she explained, "but after her affair with Richard Rankin, she realized that she couldn't marry Lloyd."
"Why? Does she love Richard?"
"No, but she doesn't know what she wants, I really think it would do her good to talk to you. She sent me to see you and it's done me a world of good."
"And I also," the young minister said as he smiled down at his new found love.
After Julie had dressed and began her long trek back to Norwich Farms, the young minister, lost in a delightful reverie, went to his desk drawer and pulled out a little wooden case. He set the case upon the desk and opening it, looked dreamily upon the contents. Inside were all the keepsakes of his childhood. The only memories he had of a life that seemed terribly far in the past.
Pulling at a golden chain, Richard Jones pulled up a little golden half heart. He looked at it with confusion and more than a little despair. Turning it over, he looked at the fragment of the word "love." But only the last two letters were inscribed. He went to put it back in the wooden box, but changed his mind and put it into the pocket of his suit trousers instead. "I must get rid of this," he said aloud.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Early the following morning, Julie Norwich called on Fiona Reardon. She was filled with excitement as she climbed the stairs to Fiona's bedroom.
Viola had greeted the blonde neighbor girl downstairs and sent her up to see Fiona. "She's been sulking in her bedroom," the mother said. It's good that you've stopped by. Maybe you can talk some sense to that girl. I don't know what to do with her. She's really upset about something," Viola said.
Julie knew full well what the problem was, but she wasn't about to inform Fiona's mother.
The young blonde knocked on Fiona's door.
"Yes," the voice called out from inside. "Who it?"
"It's me, Julie," the young blonde announced.
"Come in," Fiona said.
The young blonde entered the room. Fiona was in bed. She looked depressed.
"My, you certainly look blue today," Julie said. "What is the matter?"
Oh, Julie," Fiona moaned, "I've been so confused. I don't know what to do." -
"Because of Lloyd?" Julie asked.
"Yes," Fiona sniffed. "I know I can't marry him. I don't know why I ever consented to it in the first place. He's not meant for me. We're entirely different. We have nothing in common."
"Then you shouldn't marry him," Julie said. That would be a terrible mistake."
"But I know that he'll be terribly upset," Julie said, "and so will my folks. They were counting on a wedding. You know that they'll think I will turn out to be just an old spinster."
"Not necessarily," Julie said. "I don't think you give them enough credit. They aren't as impressed with Lloyd as you think. Oh, maybe your mother likes him. With all his gifts and attentions, I think he's bowled her over. But your father - it's clear to me that he thinks Lloyd is a bit of a stuffed shirt."
"But where will all of this leave me?" Fiona asked. "I don't want to spend the rest of my life here at Ramsey Gate. With Lloyd I had a chance of living the life of a Cambridge don's wife. I fear that if I don't marry him, I'll spend my entire life here on the farm. I'll be a spinster."
"Don't be silly," Julie giggled. "You are being so romantic."
"I mean it, Julie," Fiona said. "I could always go to London. But father says that it's no place for a single woman to be. I've heard stories about London and judging by the things Dickens has to say about London, I really question if it's a good place for me to be. It doesn't seem as though it is. Not at all."
"Don't worry," Julie smiled, as she stroked the lovely brunette's hair. "Everything will work out just fine. You'll see."
"God, I hope so," Fiona said. "I'm so confused." Julie lowered her mouth to Fiona's and kissed her gently on the mouth. But the brunette turned away.
"What's wrong?" Julie asked. "Don't you like me anymore?"
"Of course I like you," Fiona said. "I just don't want to complicate things any more than they are. I don't want to be a lesbian."
"You aren't a lesbian," Julie laughed. "And neither am I. We're just having some fun. That's all."
"Did you go see Father Jones?"
"Yes I did," Julie smiled. "That's why I'm in such a good mood. Oh, Fiona, you were so right. He does care for me. He cares a great deal for me. He loves me."
"That quickly?" Fiona sat up in bed, letting the bed covers fall from her chest.
"Yes, it happened so fast," Julie said. "He's not at all like I thought he would be. We even made love. In the rectory."
"In the rectory?" Fiona smiled. "How bizarre. I really didn't think he would be like that."
"He's quite a man," Julie said. "I think I love him. He said that he's been watching me from afar - for a very long time. Can you imagine that? That's something really special. Oh, I'm so excited."
"And you should be," Fiona said. "Richard Jones is a good man."
"I know that you will someday have a great love also," Julie said. "I know you will. You'll see."
"I wish I had as much confidence in my own life as you seem to have for me," Fiona said. "I feel doomed. And if you marry the minister, I will be like a spinster. It's so sad. I'll be all alone."
"I'll always be your friend, darling," Julie said.
"You are sweet," Fiona smiled, touching the lovely blonde on the cheek. "And don't you worry, your life will be fine."
"I'm not worried about me," Julie said. "I'm worried about you. You are making up all these crazy stories about yourself. And there's simply no reason to do that. You should stop. You are being entirely silly."
Well, we'll see," Fiona said. "Maybe I am. I hope so. It would be terrible to think that things will work out as badly as I think they will."
Julie brought her mouth to Fiona's and kissed her gently.
"Lock the door, would you?" Fiona asked. "I want to make sure that we won't be disturbed."
Julie rose from the bed and went to the door. She locked it and moved back to the bed.
Fiona pulled back the covers, exposing her lovely body.
"You are so beautiful," Julie said, staring hungrily at the lovely nakedness.
"Are you sure we won't be lesbians if we do this?" Fiona asked.
"You really are worrying too much," Julie smiled, as she began to undress. "I told you everything will work out just fine. I wish you would believe me. I just sense it."
"I'll believe you then," Fiona said, staring anxiously at the lovely blonde's body. She stared at the small, creamy breasts and the pink nipples. She stared at the mound of blonde pubic fur between the young girl's thighs.
"Come into bed with me," Fiona invited.
After Julie was completely undressed, she got into bed with the lovely brunette and they pressed their bodies hotly together. Julie held Fiona in her arms, kissing her passionately on the mouth and working her tongue against the brunette's, they quickly became extremely hot. They were pumping their hot groins together. Fiona rolled over on her back and Julie moved between her thighs, stretched out fully atop her. They pressed their erect nipples together and pumped their hotly moistened vaginas against each other. Julie slid slowly down Fiona's body and pressed her mouth to the brunette's breasts. She sucked at one nipple and then the other and Fiona quickly became hot. She was forgetting completely about her worries and tribulations. Julie caressed the creamy breasts, as she ran her tongue over the firm nipple flesh.
Fiona moaned loudly and touched Julie's breasts, toying with her nipples.
"Bless you, Julie," Fiona moaned, "you make me feel so good. I'm filled with passion for you."
"And I for you," the lovely blonde sighed, as she moved farther down along Fiona's body and came to rest between the lovely woman's thighs. She pressed her mouth to the warm vagina and began to suck.
"Oh, Julie," Fiona groaned, "you excite me so much. Don't stop. Don't ever stop."
Julie was crouched tightly between Fiona's thighs. She pressed her hands beneath her ass globes and lifted her pussy to her mouth. She sucked and bit at the vagina, running her tongue about in the pussy opening and up and over the inflamed clitoris.
"Oh, you sweet little lovely," Fiona began to pump. "Rub my breasts while you suck me."
The lovely brunette worked her hands over Fiona's breasts, squeezing them tenderly and pulling gently at her nipples. Her tongue worked wildly about in the sexual opening and over the throbbing clitoris.
"Darling," Fiona moaned, "I'm going to come. Don't stop. It feels so good."
Julie continued to suck wildly at Fiona's succulent slash. The brunette quickly approached the point of orgasm and began writhing wildly. As Julie sucked at the throbbing clitoris, Fiona suddenly moaned and experienced a powerful orgasm. Fiona pumped powerfully up against the girl's mouth and began to moan powerfully. Julie pressed her hand against the girl's mouth, to muffle the cries and continued to suck on the delightful cunt, while Fiona moaned and pumped.
When Fiona had experience a number of orgasms and was quite relaxed, Julie lifted her pussy juice - covered mouth from the brunette's gash and brought her mouth to hers. They kissed passionately and lay facing each other on the bed. .
"That was so wonderful," Fiona gushed. "I feel wonderful. It's funny that that's all it takes. I should try to remember. Would you like me to suck you?"
"That would be nice," she said. "Yes, I would really appreciate that."
"I thought you would," Fiona smiled. "You are such a little pervert. And I thought I was bad."
"You aren't bad and neither am I," Julie said. "I think we're really quite normal. I mean, what's wrong with what we're doing?"
"Oh, I suppose nothing, really," Fiona said. "But we musn't tell anyone. Who would understand?"
"You're right," Julie smiled, turning over on her back and spreading her lovely legs apart. Fiona moved down along her side and crawled between the lovely blonde's thighs. She kissed the blonde tenderly on the pussy and ran her tongue over the girl's inflamed pussy flesh.
Julie began to moan and writhe in ecstasy. She brought her knees up high and spread her legs apart.
Fiona gripped her ass cheeks tightly and ran her tongue over the pink clitoris. As she sucked at the tender, sensitive flesh, the young girl began to groan with increasing pleasure. She put her hands to Fiona's head and directed the woman's tongue movements over her pussy. As she sucked harder and faster, the young blonde began to writhe with rapidly increasing passion.
"Oh, Fiona," the lovely young blonde moaned, "it feels so good. You are going to make me come. Stick your finger in my pussy. Make me feel good. Oh, darling, it's wonderful."
While Fiona sucked passionately at the throbbing, pink clit meat, the young girl began to buck wildly on the bed. This time, the brunette pressed her hand tightly against Julie's mouth, to muffle the passionate screams.
After Fiona had sucked all the passion from the young blonde's pussy, they lay in each other's arms, pressing their bodies together and kissing passionately.
While the two young women were lying together in bed, Father Richard Jones was riding in his buggy from the church out to Ramsey Gate. He was going, to pay a visit to Fiona, as Julie had suggested. He wanted to help the young brunette to make the proper choice, concerning her promise of marriage to Lloyd.
But he was taking his time, stopping along the way many times to gather wild flowers. He wanted to give them to Julie. He wanted to propose to her. He had barely been able to sleep that night. He had been thinking about the young woman - thinking too much about her. He was in love.
By the time the minister reached Ramsey Gate, he had a fistful of flowers and a head full of dreams.
At the sound of the approaching buggy, Fiona and Julie leaped out of bed and went to the window to see who had arrived. They looked down in surprise at the minister's buggy.
"Well, he certainly didn't waste any time coming to see you," Fiona said to Julie.
"He hasn't come to see me," the lovely young blonde sighed. "I'm sure he's come to talk to you."
"Let's get dressed," Fiona said. "We don't want the minister to see us like this."
"He would probably like it," Julie laughed, as she gathered up her clothes.
"Well, well," Ramsey Reardon said, as he opened the door to greet the minister. "And what brings you out this way, Father?"
"I would like to have a chat with Fiona," the minister said.
"Why, is anything the matter?" he asked.
"No, no," Richard Jones said. "I just want to have a few words with her."
"Well, what a pleasant surprise," Viola said, coming from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "Will you be having some tea with us, Father?"
"Yes, that would-be nice," he smiled. "Is Fiona at home?"
"Yes," I'll go up to get her," Ramsey said.
But Fiona's father didn't have to. At the bottom of the stairs, he encountered his adopted daughter and Julie Norwich.
"Good morning, Father," Julie said.
"What a surprise," Richard Jones said. "I certainly wasn't expecting to find you here."
"I love coincidences like this," Julie gushed, looking at the flowers the minister held in his hand.
"These are for you," the minister smiled, handing the flowers to Julie.
"Oh, you shouldn't have," she smiled, with slight embarrassment.
"They're lovely," Fiona smiled.
Ramsey looked on with surprise. It had never dawned on him that the young Anglican minister had a heart - that he could be interested in the young woman.
Julie wrapped her arms around the minister's shoulders and kissed him sweetly on the mouth. "You are so thoughtful, Richard," she sighed.
"Thank you, my dear," he smiled. "You make me want to be thoughtful."
"But, you will have to excuse me," Julie said. "You did come to talk with Fiona, didn't you?"
"Yes, but I would also like to see you," he said. "I've been thinking a great deal about you."
"We can talk afterwards," Julie said. "I'll be outside."
"I won't be too long, dear," the minister said, as he turned to watch Julie leave.
"So, you've come to talk to our daughter?" Ramsey asked the minister.
"Yes, just a friendly call," Father Jones said. "Nothing terribly important. A friendly call, as I said."
"Well, that's certainly nice of you," Ramsey said.
"Do you two wish to be alone?" Viola asked, as she brought the tea and cups out into the dining room.
"I think that would be better," the minister said.
"Fine," Viola smiled, pouring two cups of tea. You can take your tea upstairs, or where ever you want."
"Thank you for your hospitality," the minister smiled. "I think if we could go upstairs, that would be better."
The young minister followed Fiona up the stairs. He couldn't help but admire the lovely young woman's form. Her ass was shapely and inviting.
"Did you want to talk to me about Lloyd?" Fiona asked, as she opened the door to her bedroom.
"Yes," the young minister said. "Julie spoke to you?"
"Yes and congratulations to the two of you on your flowering romance," Fiona said.
"Thank you," he smiled. "But I wouldn't tell too many people about this. Not until it's formally announced."
"My lips are sealed, Father," she smiled, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Let's not be so formal," he said. "Please call me Richard."
"That will be strange," she said. "But if that's what you want?"
"Yes, I don't really want to be a 'Father,' until I am old and grey."
"Okay," she smiled. "You are here to talk to me about Lloyd?"
"Yes, I understand you're having some second thoughts about your fiance - about getting married."
"I am, Richard," she sighed. "I can't marry him. I just don't love him. I know it would all be a big failure. I just know it."
"Yes, well, tell me about it," he said.
"I just did."
"But be more specific, please," he said. "Is it that you don't love him?"
"I don't love him," she said. "And I don't think I even like him. It's all so confusing. I guess I was just looking for some way out of this. The farm life isn't for me. I want to be around exciting people. I thought Lloyd could open those doors for me. But I realize now that he can't. He's not the right one. I can't marry a man I don't love. Oh, Richard, I'm so confused. I don't know what to do."
"There, there," he said, patting the young brunette on the back. "It will be okay. You'll see. It might seem like the end of the world to you right now, but it really isn't. Things will work out okay for you."
"I hope so," she wiped tears from her eyes. "I am truly so confused. I was even thinking about running away to London."
"I wouldn't do anything as drastic as all that," the young minister said. "From what I understand, there's another man involved."
"Yes, Richard Rankin," she said. "I don't know what I see in him. He's a rogue. But I can't stop thinking about him."
"Is it because of sex?" the minister asked.
"Well, he did force himself on me," she said. "But I liked it. You know, Lloyd Browne-Douglas has never even put his tongue into my mouth. And Richard, well, he's like a stallion. A stud."
"I think I'm beginning to understand," the young minister said. "You seem to be caught between two total extremes. And it really is quite understandable what you are going through. It seems to me that you must make a choice between your higher self and your lower self.
"I know it seems like a difficult choice to make," he said. "But I think you'll be able to make the right decision. Trust your heart, my dear. Is this Richard Rankin really such a bad fellow?"
"I think he is," she sighed. "I don't think I can trust him at all. But Lloyd. When I am with Lloyd, it feels like I have icy water in my veins. He makes me feel cold. I don't want to be cold, Father. I want to feel warmth in my life. That shouldn't be so hard to figure out. But how do I do it? How do I make my life flow for me?"
"Trust your heart, my dear," the minister said. "As long as you listen to the little voice inside, you really can't go wrong. It will steer you in the proper direction. Always pursue love. Never settle for anything less than the real thing."
"Maybe Richard isn't so bad," she said. "I wonder what would happen if I gave him a chance. I've been a bit rough with him."
"That sounds much better," he said. "You just trust your heart."
"I feel so much better now," she said. "It's done me a world of good talking to you. Thank you, Richard. Thank you so much."
"It was my pleasure," he smiled.
While the minister and the young brunette were busy talking upstairs in the Reardon house, Julie stood by the fence, which separated Ramsey Gate from Norwich Farms. She was purposely avoiding Richard Rankin.
But the handsome, though roguish, young man, saw her. And he left the stables to wander over to where she was standing.
"Well, good morning to you, my dear," he smiled. "You are looking rather lovely this morning. And such lovely flowers you are holding. Are they for me?"
"No, they are for me," Julie said. "Richard Jones, the minister, gave them to me."
"So, you have seduced the local minister as well?"
"It isn't like that at all."
"Oh, he seduced you?"
"Not all men are like you, Richard Rankin," Julie said. "Some men are kind."
"And he's probably some old man, right?"
"No, as a matter of fact, he's around your age. But he is nice. He isn't a monster like you."
"Well, isn't that sweet?" he said, grabbing Julie by the shoulders and pressing his lips tightly to hers.
"No, don't," she said, pushing him away from her. "I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore."
"So, I'm not good enough for you now?"
"You never were," she said. "It was a big mistake to get involved with you. I was a fool."
"Well, listen to you," he laughed.
But their attention was quickly shifted to the Reardon house, as the young minister and Fiona walked from the house.
"Is that the young man in question?" the minister asked Fiona.
"Yes, that's him," she whispered. "See how he is? He's probably trying to have sex with Julie right now."
"You suspect everyone, don't you?" he asked.
"Not everyone," she said, "just him. He's bad. I tell you, he'll be my downfall yet."
"I'll have a little talk with him," the minister said. "I'm sure everything will work out just fine. Don't you worry about a thing."
"I won't," she squeezed the minister's hand.
"Richard Rankin?" the minister asked.
"Yes," he sniffed. "What is it you want?"
Is there somewhere we can go, just to have a little chat?" the minister asked the stables keeper.
"Yeah, we can go into the stables," Richard Rankin said, if you don't mind the smells of animals."
"That will be okay," the young minister smiled. "Animals don't bother me."
The two young women leaned against the fence and watched the young men disappear into the stables.
"Did you have a nice chat with the minister?" Julie asked Fiona.
"Yes, he really is so sweet and understanding," Fiona said. "You are very lucky. You should marry him. I would."
"But you won't, will you?"
"I wouldn't try to move in between the two of you," Fiona said. "Only our friend, Richard Rankin does things like that."
In the stables, the two Richards sat on a bale of hay and began to chat.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" the young minister asked the stables keeper.
"I doubt that," Richard Rankin said. "I can't imagine that our paths have crossed before. I mean, I am a stables hand and you are a man of God. I grew up in a Welsh orphanage. I doubt ... "
"But so did I," the young minister smiled. "See, that just goes to show you. Say, what was the name of your orphanage?"
"Saint Jude's," Richard Rankin said.
"That's interesting," the young minister said. "I was at Saint Jude's as well. Say, you look rather familiar. Do I know you?"
"I'm not sure," Richard Rankin said. "You do look rather familiar to me as well. I think that pieces of this puzzle are starting to fit.
"But, of course," the minister suddenly recalled the familiar face. "I do know you. You were the boy who was found ship wrecked on the Welsh shore."
"You know me?" Richard Rankin became suddenly intense.
Yes, I do," the young minister said. "I'm sure of it. But, of course. You aren't going to believe this, Richard."
"Try me, Father," I might.
The minister pulled the golden heart charm from his pocket. "This was yours. I stole it from you years ago. It's so strange, because just yesterday, I took it from a hiding place and was going to throw it away. I can't tell you how long I have suffered from the guilt of having stolen it. I don't know why I ever did that."
"I guess it's only normal," Richard Rankin said, taking the charm from the minister's hand. "Boys will be boys. Funny, that I can't remember any of this. Do you remember anything about me. I think I've blanked all of that out."
"It was a long time ago," the young minister said. "I barely recall those times as well. Growing up in an orphanage is a difficult affair. One tends to forget about such things."
"If you could only remember a few things," Richard Rankin said, as he placed the charm around his neck. "It would really mean a great deal to me."
"Yes, well, let me see," the young minister tried to recall the early years.
"As I said, you were found washed up on the beach, by the local constable," the minister said. "There had been a ship wreck. The ship, I think I remember them saying, was bound for Liverpool, from India. That's all I remember. I was adopted not long after you arrived, by a minister and his wife. I suppose that's why I'm a minister myself."
"That's all so interesting," Richard Rankin said. "I still can't remember any of that. It must have been a terrible experience."
"If it's painful to remember," the minister said, "try to forget all about it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The girls were surprised when the two Richards walked from the stables with smiles on both their faces.
"Well, would you look at those two?" Julie said to Fiona. "You would think they were the best of friends."
"Strange," the dark haired beauty sniffed. "I wonder what they could have talked about."
"Well, ladies," the young minister smiled, "everything seems to be working out just fine. Now, Julie, I think there are some things we need to discuss."
"I hope so," the lovely blonde smiled, as she took the minister's hand and they strolled out across the estate.
"What did you two talk about?" Fiona was quite inquisitive.
"Oh, we were just catching up on old times," Richard Rankin said.
"Old times?"
"Yeah," Richard smiled. "You won't believe what a small world this is. We grew up at the same orphanage - in Wales."
"It is a small world," Fiona seemed surprised. "I grew up in an orphanage, too. That's all three of us who were raised in an orphanage. One would think that all of England was populated with orphans."
"That would be funny," Richard said. "Are you still angry at me?"
"I don't think I was ever really angry with you," Fiona said. "Just confused. You confuse the hell out of me, Richard Rankin. You know that?"
"I didn't do it on purpose," he said. "I hope you know that?"
"Now, I don't know what I want," Fiona said. "I'm so confused. I've never been like this before. I don't know which way to turn."
"It's nice to have choices," he said. "It makes life much more interesting. Come into the stables, Fiona. I have some things to discuss with you."
While Richard and Fiona were entering the stables, Julie and Richard Jones were walking off towards the forest, on the edge of Ramsey Gate.
"It's a lovely day, isn't it, my dear," Richard Jones said to the lovely young blonde.
"Yes, Richard," she smiled, putting her hand in his and holding the fistful of flowers to her nose, sniffing them gaily.
"Let's sit under those trees," the minister said. "There are some important things I need to discuss with you."
"Okay," she smiled, sensing that he was going to pop the big question to her.
As they sat on the soft grass beneath the tree, they scooted up to each other and the minister put his arm around Julie.
"Julie, darling," Richard Jones said, "I don't want you to think I am the kind of man to take advantage of young girls. What I mean to say, darling, is that I didn't take advantage of you yesterday."
"I know that ... "
"Let me finish, honey. When I start a sermon, I like to finish it."
"Yes, Richard?"
"Well, what I wanted to say was that I really love you. It's not just a sexual thing. Don't get me wrong. I love you very much. I want you to be my wife."
"I do, I mean I will," she gushed.
"You certainly didn't have to think long about that," the minister smiled.
"I was hoping that you would ask," she smiled, shyly.
"So, you had me all figured out, did you?"
"No, but I hoped and prayed," she said. "I want to marry you, Richard. You are a good man. A man of the cloth."
"You're sure you could handle it?" he asked. "I don't make a lot of money ..."
"Money doesn't mean a thing to me," she sighed. "Norwich Farms is worth a great deal. My father "will be leaving it to me. Everything will work out just fine. You'll see."
"I certainly don't want people to say that I married you for your money," he said.
"But you aren't, are you?"
"Of course not, my dear," he smiled. "I love you. You know, it's not a wild life - being married to a minister."
"I know that," she said. "I'm really not looking for a wild life. I just want to be close to you. Oh, Richard, let's not talk. Kiss me, you fool."
The young minister placed his arm over the lovely young woman's shoulder and brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her passionately on the mouth and slid his tongue into her mouth. They worked their tongues back and forth against each other's, as they reclined on the soft grass.
"Oh, Richard, honey," she sighed, running her fingers through his hair, you excite me so. Let's make love."
"Right here, out in the open?"
"It's safe," she said. "No one will bother us."
"Then let's get naked," he said.
They both hurriedly undressed and lay naked in each other's arms. They kissed passionately on the mouth and the young minister pulled the lovely young blonde close to him. He pressed her naked, taut nipples to his and worked his erect member between her firm thighs. Bringing his cock up against her hot, moistened vagina, they both began to moan with increasing sexual pleasure.
Richard turned her over on her back and climbed between her thighs. His cock was rubbing against her pussy. They were both moaning with desire.
"Suck me, first," she moaned. "Turn me on. Make me hot."
Richard slid down between her lush thighs and began caressing her pussy with his lips. He kissed her pussy all over and ran the tip of his tongue into her sex slit. She moaned with hot desire and spread her legs wide for him. He moved his tongue inside her pussy and up against her clitoris.
"Oh, yes, darling," she moaned. "That's exquisite. More. More. Faster."
The minister pressed his hands beneath her hips and raised her pussy to his mouth. He sucked at her sex, biting tenderly her clitoris and sticking a finger into her slash. He worked his finger about in the hole, while he listened to her moan with increasing pleasure.
While she writhed about in his passionate grip, he pressed a finger firmly up against her anus and entered the hot hole. She moaned with pleasure as the digit worked around inside the tightened pit.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, "you certainly know how to turn me on. Don't stop. Don't ever stop. This is heavenly. I can't believe how you make me feel. I'm going to come. Oh, yes. I'm almost there. Faster."
"Yes," she continued to howl with pleasure, "I'm going to come. I'm so close. Oh, God. I love it. Don't stop. I'm almost there. So close. It's so good."
The minister sucked powerfully on her erect clitoris. He could feel it begin to throb in his mouth. He used his teeth gently on the swollen clit meat. She gripped him with her hands around his back, digging her finger nails into his flesh.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, "I'm coming. Oh, Lord, it's heavenly."
As the young woman writhed wildly about, pumping and pressing her pelvis up against the minister's mouth, the orgasm flooded her groin completely. She was bathed in a sea of passion writhing about as though she were mad.
She pumped against his mouth and continued to moan. Again and again, she orgasmed. There seemed no end to the powerful sexual catharsis.
"Now fuck me, Richard," she groaned. "Shove your cock inside me. Fuck me hard."
He moved his juice-covered mouth from her slash and moved up on her body. Pressing the head of his organ into her hot opening, Julie reached down and gripped his cock, helping it into the hole.
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "You feel so good. Fuck me hard, Richard."
The minister pressed his cock deeply into the young blonde's hole, lifting her slightly off the grass, as he worked his tool about in her slit. Julie wrapped her legs around him and began pumping furiously. She could feel the cock pressing up against her cervix. The passion raced wildly through her. She was engulfed with hot desire. Faster and faster she pumped.
Richard Jones hooked his arms around her thighs and lifted her off the ground, so that his cock was practically plunging straight down into her passion pit.
As she squeezed her pussy lips down on his rod and continued to pump, Richard Jones could feel the tension of his pending orgasm build rapidly in his sacs. He worked his tool in and out of her opening with increasing vigor.
"Oh, darling," she moaned, "are you going to come soon?"
"I'm almost there," he sighed. "Yes, almost there. Oh, God, darling. I'm going to come. I'm almost there. Faster and faster her hips crashed up against his. His rod was pounding with sexual fury in and out of her. And then he came.
The minister moaned with extreme passion as his cock thundered in her hot opening and he spat hot semen into her pussy.
"Oh, darling," he sighed, "you feel so good. So very good. I can't believe it."
"But you must believe it," she moaned. "I love it. It's wonderful. So nice. I don't want us to ever stop. No, never."
"We will never have to stop," he said. "Not if you are my wife."
"I want to be your wife, darling," she sighed. "I can't tell you how very much I want that."
"Then we want the same thing," he said, as he pulled his satisfied member from her slit.
The lovely blonde rolled over on her belly, exposing her ass cheeks. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"What's that?"
"Aren't you going to fuck me in the ass?"
"God in heaven," the minister said, "I hope I'm going to be able to keep up with you."
"Are you all worn out?" she asked.
"I'm a bit out of practice, my dear," he sighed, looking down at his semi-stiff cock.
"I can take care of that," she said, getting up off her belly and crouching before the young minister. Taking his cock in her hand, she moved her mouth to the head of the organ and ran her tongue over it. Taking the head of the cock into her mouth, she sucked at it. She could taste her own pussy juice. And she liked it.
The minister's cock became suddenly erect and he rapidly filled her mouth.
"Oh, God," he moaned, you are truly inspirational.
Moving her mouth from his stick, she fell to the ground on her belly and spread her legs apart. The minister, holding his erect cock in his hand, moved, in between her thighs and touched the end of his cock to the tight anal entrance.
She moaned with pleasure as the large erection slid into the tightened opening.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, "I'm so glad we've found each other. It's truly wonderful. So very wonderful."
"Yes," he smiled, as he sank his cock in, up to the hilt. "And to think, that we've only just begun." Back in the stables, Richard Rankin and Fiona Reardon were just getting used to each other.
"Admit it, Fiona," he said, "you do like me, don't you?"
"Of course I like you," she replied. "It's just that you make it so damn difficult for me. I just wish you would take things easier."
"Look at it this way, Fiona," he said, "I'm a man and you're a woman. Something is supposed to happen between us. You know what I mean?"
"Yes, I know what you mean," she said. "Like love?"
"I wasn't exactly thinking about that," he admitted. "I was thinking more about sex."
"I think that's all you ever think about," she said.
"And is there something wrong with sex?"
"It's not that there is anything wrong with sex," she said. "But there has to be more. I want you to know that I'm not going to marry Lloyd."
"And that's a wise decision, my dear," he smiled. "You would have been miserable ever after."
"It's because of you," she said.
"Because of me that you aren't marrying Lloyd Browne-Douglas?"
"You needn't act so proud about it," she said. "It's because when we made love, I felt passion. It was the first time I ever felt passion with a man."
"What about good old Lloyd Browne-Douglas?"
"I don't love him," she said. "He's cold. I feel no passion for him."
"Now you are talking," he said. "I was beginning to wonder about you. I can't imagine what a girl like you is doing with a poor excuse for a man, like the professor."
"I guess I just wanted to get married and out of the country," she said. "I'm bored here. I have to get away."
"I need to get away, too."
"But where will you go?" she asked.
"I'm thinking about Australia," he said. "I understand that a man can homestead some good land there and the government will supply the sheep."
"You, a farmer?"
"Not a farmer, Fiona," Richard Rankin said. "I was thinking more along the lines of being a sheep grower. There's plenty of money in it. Australia is a big country. There's a great deal of opportunity for a bloke like me to make something of himself. I would like to have my own place."
"Take me with you, Richard," she sighed.
"You, Fiona? You hardly seem robust enough for the strenuous life I envision."
"I'm made of tough stock," she said. "Well, at least I think I am. I don't know who my parents were."
"Yeah, that's tough. I don't know either."
"We're just a couple of orphans," Fiona smiled, looking with longing into Richard Rankin's blue-green eyes.
Suddenly, Richard took Fiona into his arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. He ran his tongue into her mouth and tore at her blouse.
"Richard," she pulled away from him, "what are you doing?"
"I'm making love to you," he said.
"But do you love me?" she asked, holding him away from her.
"Yes," he said. "If it makes you happy, I do love you. I always have. I just never reckoned that I stood a chance with you, on account of that Lloyd creep."
"Do you really mean that?" she asked, incredulously.
"I have no reason to lie," he said. "I guess the reason I've been rough with you all the time, is because I was bitter. And jealous."
"You, jealous?"
"Sure," he said. "Why should that be so surprising?"
"It just is," she said. "But don't get me wrong. I'm pleased. I'm more than pleased. I'm happy. Oh, Richard, let's get married and run off to Australia together."
"Are you sure you want that kind of life?"
"I think I would be happy with you where ever we were," she gushed, running her fingers through his hair.
Richard kissed her passionately on the mouth and moved her to the pile of straw on the floor. The room smelled of horse sweat and manure, but they didn't even notice. All they noticed was their own mounting passion - the great need they felt for each other.
As Richard's mouth pressed tightly to hers, he opened her blouse completely and ran his hand over her swollen breasts. She sighed with pleasure as he squeezed her tits and brought his mouth down to the taut nipples. As he took her nipple in his mouth and began sucking at it, she swooned with passion.
He rubbed her breasts and sucked at her nipples, while she fumbled with the buttons of his pants. Pulling his cock out of his trousers, she held it tightly and began to jerk him off.
Richard began pumping his rod in and out of her hand. He was immediately hot and erect He opened the side of her skirt and pulled it away from her, exposing her lovely legs and the white cotton panties she wore.
Tugging at the waist band of her panties, he pulled them off her and moved his mouth to her pussy.
The lovely brunette spread her legs widely for him and sighed with passion as his tongue caressed her sex. Pressing his tongue inside the hot hole of her pussy, he sucked her passionately and moved up to her clitoris. Her magic button throbbed in his mouth as he sucked it. She began to pump up against him, sighing with mounting passion.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, "you are going to make me come. So fast. I can't believe it. Oh, God. Faster, darling ... "
He sucked her with increased passion. She was enjoying herself immensely. He wasn't being at all forceful. He was being gentle and kind. And she was filled with pleasure as he worked his tongue in and out of her hole and up against her clitoris. Taking the magic button into his mouth, he nibbled on it and sucked it with passion.
"I'm coming," she moaned. "Oh, yes, I come."
And as she experienced the stunning passion of the dramatic orgasm, she felt a closeness to Richard which she never would have imagined possible. She pumped wildly up against his mouth while he sucked her. Her pussy was on fire, her clitoris was swollen with passion and as she pumped wildly up against him, she experienced more and more orgasms.
"Oh, you'd better stop," she moaned, "I can't take any more. It's too much. So powerful. Oh, Richard, I love you. Fuck me. Fuck me, darling."
She was on her back, naked, with her long, lovely legs spread widely. He moved between her thighs and pressed the head of his organ up against the moistened crack of her sex. He slid inside of her and she pumped powerfully down to meet his entry.
"Oh, Richard, my darling," she sighed, "no man could ever make me feel the way you do."
As they fucked, Fiona rolled over on the bed of straw and assumed the superior position. She worked her pussy up and down on his shaft. His huge organ filled her completely. She squeezed her cunt lips on his cock as it worked in and out of her hole. The passion was mounting rapidly. It wouldn't take long for them to come.
"Say that you love me," she pleaded. "Tell me that you care."
"I love you," he said. "I care."
"Thank you," she said, plunging up and down on his cock. As she slid up and down on the pulsating member, she reached down to her pussy and began to frig her clitoris. The piece of clit flesh was terribly erect between her fingers. She pulled at it, pinched it and frigged it. And soon, she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm.
Ramming his cock powerfully in and out of her cunt, he watched her moving her fingers vigorously over her pussy. She was strained in the face - on the verge of a powerful orgasm.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned, "I can't take it. It's too much. You turn me on so much. Oh, baby."
And then she moaned, ramming her box powerfully up and down on the erect member. She was extremely close to the moment of release. Faster and faster she pumped and then the orgasm gripped her tightly.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned. "I come. Oh, babe. It's so good. I can't believe it. It's wonderful. I'm coming baby. Oh, God, am I coming."
While the lovely brunette throbbed and shook about wildly on the huge organ, experiencing a powerful orgasm, Richard rolled her back over on the straw and pumped his tool wildly in and out of her pussy.
While the young girl was moaning and groaning with pleasure, pumping and sighing, Richard filled her box with hot jism. He moaned deeply as he shot hot love nectar into her box and worked his tool about inside of her.
"Oh, babe," she groaned, "it's so good."
"I know it," he sighed, working his tool faster and faster inside of her. "It's absolutely fantastic. Oh, darling. I do love you."
After they had both achieved powerful orgasms, they collapsed together on the straw and held each other tightly.
"Richard," Fiona sighed, "I think I really love you."
"I love you, too, darling," he smiled and kissed her on the lips. "I know you will think it strange, but I've wanted to tell you this for a very long time."
"Oh, Richard," she sighed, "let's get married and go off to Australia together."
"Sure," he said. "I would like that. But is it what you really want?"
"Yes, it is," she said. "I really do want it."
"Then you shall have it," he said.
As Fiona went to kiss him on the mouth, she pressed her hand inside his shirt and felt the charm. "What is this?" she asked, opening the man's shirt and staring with disbelief at the golden charm.
"It belonged to me when I was a little boy," he said. "The preacher gave it to me. The weirdest story really ... "
"Richard, do you know what this means?"
"It means I have a charm around my neck," he said. "What is it supposed to mean?"
"No it doesn't," she said. "Oh, Richard, hurry, get dressed. I have to show you something."
"What's the matter, woman? You are acting most peculiar."
"Oh, Richard," she said. "You aren't going to believe this. It's terrible."
"Try me," he said.
"No, just get dressed," she said, dressing quickly. "It's something I have to show you. I can't explain it."
After they had dressed, they hurried back to the Reardon house and marching past a very confused Ramsey and Viola Reardon, they quickly climbed the stairs.
"What's with those two?" Ramsey asked his wife, while puffing on his pipe.
"Beats me," she replied. "I thought she hated him."
Holding Richard Rankin by the hand, Fiona pulled him into her room and up to the jewelry box on her table. Opening it, she pulled out her matching golden charm. Turning it over, she showed him the first two letters of the word love."
He took his charm off his neck and turning it over, stared at the last two letters.
"What can this mean?" he asked, with a look of utter confusion on his face.
"It means we are brother and sister," she said. "We both grew up in an orphanage. I had this charm around my neck when I was brought there."
"I did, too," Richard said, "only the preacher stole it."
"Stole it?"
"Well, he wasn't a preacher then," he said, "he was just a little boy. I guess he liked the way it looked. He told me that he remembers that I was found on the beach, on the Welsh coast. Apparently there was a ship wreck."
"Oh, Richard," she sighed, "you've got to try to remember. Please, try. I was too young. If you could only remember, it would mean so much to me."
"I'm sorry," he said, "I really am trying. It just won't come back to me. I don't know what to think."
"Well, at least we know that we are brother and sister," she said. "Isn't that great?"
"No, it's terrible," he said.
"Why terrible?"
"Because we can't be married now."
"We can't?"
"Are you kidding?" Richard said. "A brother and sister?"
"It doesn't matter to me," she smiled. "In a way, I think it makes it better. I mean, think about it - we can be so close together. I think it's terribly romantic."
"Well, for one thing," Richard said, "it's against the law."
"I don't care about the law, silly," she threw her arms around Richard. "All I care about is you."
"You really do love me, don't you?" she asked.
"Of course I do," he smiled. "I can't help but love you. You are very special to me. You're my sister."
He held the girl tightly in his arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. As his tongue entered her mouth, they clung desperately together. Fiona moved her hand to his groin and squeezed his cock.
"Do you really think we could pull this off?" he asked.
"We've got to, Richard," she smiled. "I never want to lose you again. Come on, let's go downstairs and announce the good news."
"That we are brother and sister?" he asked.
"No, silly," she laughed. "That we are in love and are going to be married."
"We musn't ever tell anyone about this, should we?" he asked.
"We can't, Richard, darling," she said. "We really can't."
He quickly took the golden charm and stuffed it into his pocket. He took hers as well and put it into his pocket.
"What are you going to do with them?" she asked.
"I'll bury them out behind the stables," he said. "I don't want to leave any evidence around."
"You're so intelligent," she gushed. "Oh, Richard. Is it true, darling?"
"Yes," he smiled. "It's very true. Let's go and tell everyone."
They hurried down the stairs to the living room and found Fiona and Viola standing about, looking confused.
"What's going on with you two?" Ramsey asked, looking quite confused.
"Nothing's wrong," Fiona said. "We're going to be married. Isn't that wonderful news?"
"You're going to be married?" Viola blanched. "But I thought you hated him. What about Lloyd?"
"I can't marry Lloyd," she said. "I don't love him."
"Well, I guess I'll just have to take you on as a partner," Ramsey smiled, taking the pipe from his mouth and extending his hand to Richard Rankin.
"Thank you," Richard shook his hand. "But we won't be staying on at Ramsey Gate. We'll be leaving for Australia. We're going to become sheep growers."
"That sounds like a wonderful adventure," Ramsey smiled. "If I was a young man, I would do the same thing."
"You can't leave," Viola protested. "You're all I have to live for, honey."
"Oh, Viola," her husband scolded her, "don't be so selfish. Be nice to the girl. They're going to make a great life for themselves."
"I know that everything will work out well with them and they'll be happy."
While Richard Rankin and Fiona Reardon were discussing their marriage plans with the Reardon's; and Julie Norwich and Father Richard Jones were busy out under the trees, discussing their own marriage plans, Lloyd Browne-Douglas was approaching Ramsey Gate in his buggy. He was not alone.
"Are you sure, dearie, that you is doin the right thing?" Eliza Domuch, asked in a thick cockney accent, adjusting her absurd straw hat on her head. The hat was piled high with artificial fruit and flowers, while her face was covered nearly as thickly with pancake makeup and eye shadow.
"Of course I'm sure," he said, as he snapped the reins, hurrying the two horses. "I think it's best to confront Fiona with the truth. I know she'll be terribly upset about us. But I want her to know the woman I am going to marry. I want her to see the kind of woman she should be."
"And is that me?" she asked.
"Yes, Eliza," he smiled. "You are passionate and feeling. Oh, I admit you are a little rough around the edges ... "
"Are you makin fun of my new dress?"
"No, dear," he said. "I just mean that you haven't learned all the things in life that you need to know - you know, important things."
"Oh, Lloyd," she sighed, "I can't wait to you start learnin' me all these vast intellectual things."
"We will have to begin with the alphabet," he said. "But if you really apply yourself, it won't take too long. And in the meantime, there are other things we could do. Things that demanding cold fish could never really understand."
"You mean like sex?" Eliza asked.
"I do like the way you make love," Lloyd said. "You know how to do things that I'm sure that Fiona will never understand. Those Anglo-Saxon girls are really extremely boring. Absolutely."
"But I'm an Anglo and a Saxon, aren't I?"
"Not exactly, Eliza," he smiled. "But that's okay. I wouldn't worry about it."
"And you promise not to tell anyone that I am your char woman back at the University?"
"Don't worry, Eliza," he said, patting her on the ass, "I'll tell everyone that you are just a friend."
"But I thought you were my fiance?" she asked.
"Oh, I am, dearie," he smiled. "We have a good understanding."
"Yes, Governor," she sighed, "I understand that you like to fuck a lot."
"Well, I do enjoy the sensual things of life. Well, that's Ramsey Gate over there, Eliza."
"Looks just like a farm to me," she said.
"That's because it is a farm," he smiled. "What were you expecting?"
"Some big country estate, I suppose," she said. "But I wouldn't know what one of them is supposed to look like. Mostly I am just familiar with London and Cambridge, of course. I sure am glad I got me that job at the university. The air in London was so bad for me. Soot was everywhere. It just don't seem like any place to live. As my Aunt Tillie always told me ... "
"Please shut up, dear," he said. "Just shut up. I really can't listen any longer to your obsessive chatter."
"But, darling," she sighed.
"It's that cockney accent," he said. "I just can't stand it any longer."
"I'm sorry, Lloyd," she sniffed, wiping her eyes and nose with the sleeve of her dress. "I can't help it. I've always talked this way."
"I certainly wish you would stop," he said. "It's driving me crazy. But I know it's not your fault. "I'll have to teach you how to speak the King's English."
"But I don't want to talk like the king," she complained. "I want to talk like a queen, if I have to talk like anyone."
"Okay, Eliza," he said. "That's enough. I really can't listen to any more of this."
As the professor's buggy pulled into Ramsey Gate, Lloyd was surprised to find Julie and the preacher and Fiona and Richard, standing in front of the Reardon house.
"Well, speaking of the devil," Richard Rankin laughed, as the professor's buggy pulled into the estate. "Isn't this peculiar?"
"Good day, folks," Lloyd smiled, as he climbed down from the carriage and then helped the cockney woman down. "I came out today, because I have something important to tell you, Fiona. And I decided that the only way a gentleman could take care of this, would be to confront it head on."
"I have some news for you as well," Fiona said.
"What sort of news?" Lloyd looked at her, strangely.
"Is this the dame you was gonna marry?" Eliza asked, looking critically at Fiona.
"Well, yes, as a matter of fact ... "
"Richard and I are going to be married," Fiona announced.
"You're going to marry that fool?" Lloyd asked, incredulously.
"He's no fool," Fiona said proudly. "We're going to Australia, to become sheep growers."
"And Richard Jones and I are going to be married," Julie announced. "I never thought I would grow up to be a preacher's wife."
"Well, there certainly are a lot of surprises," Lloyd said. "I really find all of this to be a bit disconcerting."
"Oh, it's something all right," Eliza said. "It sure is a good thing that you're going to be marrying me. Could you imagine if you married this Fiona woman. Why, she would be cheating on you right and left."
"You're going to marry her?" Richard Rankin laughed. "What a joke. The college professor and the char woman."
"How did he know that?" Eliza blushed. "Did you tell him when I wasn't paying no attention?"
"No, Eliza," Lloyd blushed. "You'll have to excuse her. She's a little rough around the edges."
"I thought you liked my dress, Lloyd?"
"I didn't mean your dress," he said. "Come on, let's leave. I can't think of any good reason to stay around here."
"But we just got here, Governor," Eliza said. "I'm tired from the ride. Couldn't I rest just for awhile? I sure would like a drink of water."
"Now, I want to leave now," the professor said. "I don't think we're welcome around here."
"I wouldn't say that," Fiona said, with her arm wrapped tightly around Richard Rankin. "I'm in a hospitable mood. Everything is just fine - couldn't be better. There's no reason for us to be hostile. I wish the best for you and I'm sure you wish the best for me."
"I wouldn't be so bold as to say that," Lloyd Browne-Douglas said. "I think you are making a grave error in judgment to marry this stables keeper. He'll let you down. I know the type. He'll be drunk every weekend and hell beat you."
"Aren't you being a bit judgmental?" the reverend asked, while he stroked Julie's long, golden locks.
"I don't think so," the professor said. "I'm just calling it the way it is. And it's obvious to me, that this is the way it is."
"How can you say those things about Richard, when you are with that thing?" Julie yelled.
"I beg your pardon?" Lloyd stood stiffly. "You are insulting the woman I am going to marry. I know she might not seem like much, but Eliza is more of a woman than either of you two will ever hope to be. I can tell you that right now."
"Well, well," Richard Rankin laughed. "So, she's better than I am. Is that what you are say "Precisely, young man," the professor said. "Whereas Eliza - with my help - will no doubt emerge into a fine woman, in possession of all the social graces, you will remain what you are forever. You are a rogue and a scoundrel, dear sir!"
"And you are a stuffy, self-loving, pain in the ass," Richard Rankin said. "And if you know what's good for you, you'll get right back into your buggy and head out of here."
"Come on, Governor," Eliza said to her fiance. "The likes of them, ain't good enough for us, no how. Let's go back to Cambridge. I got floors yet to do and ... "
"Eliza," Lloyd snapped, "there's no reason on earth why these people need to know anything about your domestic chores."
"That's right, Lloyd," Fiona smiled, "take the maid home."
With a nasty look on his face, Lloyd Browne-Douglas climbed into the buggy beside the young lady and cracking a whip over the horses, they headed off the Ramsey Gate property.
"I don't know how you could have thought of marrying that woman," Eliza said to Lloyd. "She ain't got no manners. And those people she was with, didn't have no manners either."
"Yes, Eliza," he said, putting his arm around her. "You're all I need. But you are going to have to understand, that because of the vast differences in our social backgrounds, it wouldn't be too smart of us to see each other in public. Not until we've managed to help you master the social graces."
"Are you going to hide me away, Governor?"
"Just for a little while, my dear," he smiled. "You do want to become a proper lady, don't you?"
"Oh, indeed I do," she sighed, adjusting the outlandish straw hat on her head. "I want that more than anything."
"And it will be quite good for you," he said. "In fact, why don't we draw up right here and have our first lesson?"
"What will that be, Governor?"
"I want you to learn how to suck cock," he said.
"That sounds awfully nasty to me," she said. "I'll bet those other girls don't do things like that."
"But they do," Lloyd said. "I tell you, it's the mark of a highly evolved woman."
"Oh, come on," she said. "I can't believe that. You're trying to fun me."
As Lloyd unbuttoned his trousers and exposed his erect cock, the young char woman saw right away that he wasn't fooling her. He began stroking his meat and it became hotter and harder.
"Oh, my," she exclaimed, "you are getting so excited. Look how big you are. Oh, my."
"Just kiss it, darling," he sighed. "Put your loving mouth over my cock and suck. Yeah, honey, oh, that's good. I'll teach you to be a lady yet."
While her mouth moved deeper and deeper on his rod, he put his hands to her head and began pumping his mighty organ in and out of her mouth. It didn't take long for him to become considerably turned on. His jism was boiling.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned, "keep sucking. I'm going to come. Get ready, honey. I'm almost there. Oh, God, you're wonderful."
And then the college professor shot a huge load of jism into her mouth. She gobbled it up as best she could, only allowing a tiny bit to spill out of her mouth.
