Message-ID: <3410eli$9708271052@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3410.txt> From: hawkrds@aol.com (HawkRds) Subject: Repost: Planting the Seed of Intrigue by Hawk Richards Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <19970827083901.EAA11237@ladder02.news.aol.com> Standard Disclaimer: All characters are fictional in nature. It's a work of fiction. Caution! There is sex in this story. Warning! Graphic sex is contained in this story and you must be over 18 years of age to even think about reading it. Comments, questions, responses, and critiques are welcome. Contact Information: Hawk Richards Hawkrds@aol.com http://members.aol.com/hawkrds *************************************************************** Planting the Seed of Intrigue By Hawk Richards When Catherine Murphy married, our whole town went to the wedding: the men through an unrespectable jealousy of Maxwell Gates, the women mostly out of curiosity to see her extravagant festivities, which everyone assumed would cost a small fortune. The dignified gathering of the rich, the elite and the pompous soon became a circus. And, there I was, just an ordinary gardener. It was my job to keep the grounds nice and tidy. I mowed the lawns, trimmed the bushes, and planted the seeds. Oh yeah, I definitely planted the seeds. I should tell you this, "I am just a poor country boy." It's true. I admit my origins. Of course, I can't talk about it openly anymore. I wandered for awhile after dropping out of State College. My family wanted me to learn about Cow Husbandry, Biology, and other farm related miscellany. That's when I met up with Rex. Let me tell you, Rex is definitely a character. I've seen him play a real estate tycoon, architect, software programmer, and many other different personas. This time he was playing Maxwell Gates a playboy type businessman from the Northeast. The all-powerful Murphy family still had the fattest pocketbook in town. To marry a Murphy not only meant a step up in social standing, but the full backing of the honorable Judge Murphy. If it all worked out right, then Rex would become the next benefactor of the Murphy estate. To be a member of the Murphy clan had always been a tradition, a duty, and a honor; an obligation upon the town of Bristol Woods, dating back to the early days of the civil war. Catherine was the latest of a long line of Murphy's. Maxwell Gates arrived on the scene in mid-summer driving a red sports car into town. In a small town like Bristol, the news of his arrival soon spread. His debonair style and Yankee charm created quite a stir. Within a couple of months, Catherine Murphy had announced their wedding plans. The hometown would be suitors were dropped and all hope for the hand in marriage of the lovely Catherine became extinct. The fateful day arrived, all the pseudo-royalty attended the three ring extravaganza; the friends of the groom few, the rubbernecking small town aristocracy plenty, which no-one except Stanley Goodsmythe - an ex-business chum of Judge Murphy's - did not attend. It is well known, yet unmentioned in the social circles that Stanley had been duped by ol' Judge Murphy many years before. Strange as it may seem, word had spread around town about a love triangle, which consisted of Maxwell, Stanley and the latest flower to bloom in Bristol Woods. The news of Catherine and Maxwell's wedding plans had set into play an intricate game of intrigue. The flawless beauty had been a picture of poise, culture, and chastity before the dishonoring PR campaign was set into motion. Stanley was 20 years older than Catherine. To make the charge that she had been his mistress was like a scarlet letter sewn into her virgin-white wedding gown. The pristine image of Catherine that the entire town had was of a quiet god fearing young woman. Her only vice was sitting quietly alone doodling in her journal. In fact, she took it everywhere she went. This eccentricity had become a mystery to all those who surrounded her. If asked what she was writing, she would say, "Nothing much." It was never surprising how quickly news travels when secrets come out. One long time maid, cook and housecleaner for the Murphy household, Doreen, tended to gab loosely about the exploits of the Murphy dynasty. Surprisingly enough, perhaps it was the wedding day jitters, but Catherine had become hysterical and had ransacked her own room. She had accused one of the new maids of theft. The whole situation had been quite confusing to the household because the "alleged" item(s) stolen were never disclosed to anyone. Therefore, a search had gone without turning up any evidence of thievery. It was quite hard to find something, when the identity of the item(s) in question was never revealed. Later on that morning a call was reported to have been made to the Murphy residence for one Catherine Murphy. The look on her face as she hung up the telephone was one of desperation. She ushered out the bridesmaid's and her mother. Sounds of sobbing were heard behind the closed bedroom door. It had been Rex's idea to pluck the virgin flower before the wedding. In fact, he suggested we should pervert Catherine to progress the plan faster. Of course, in order for all of his plans to move smoothly he relied on my help. The first thing I did when I came into town last year was to apply for a job as a gardener at the Murphy estate. Being young and very good looking didn't help me out this time, so I created a new identity. I created the persona of Jimmy. You see Jimmy is a very stupid guy. In fact, he is a birdbrain. I got the idea to become a clueless, strong back gardener because nobody ever suspects the stupid guy. It was my job to befriend Catherine and the rest of the staff so I would have inside information on the Murphy household. It didn't take me long to befriend Catherine. She loved the garden so much as to spend most of her free time there during the summer months. I must say, she certainly was a looker. Imagine if you will big brown eyes, pale soft skin, and a body to die for. Catherine also had a brain, even though it was a bit naïve. Every day I would say, "Hello Ma'am. How're the rose's today?" She would reply, "Magnificent Jimmy." I would go and find a perfect rose, file down the thorns with my sheers and present her with it. The warm compassion in her eyes would literally cause my penis to jump to attention. Of course, she like the rest of the household thought of me as a simple-minded gardener. It was my job to plant the seeds. Slowly over the course of a year, I had started to become bolder with my apparent "crush" on Catherine. She presumed I was an innocent farmer's boy, which meant no real harm to her. However, it was my duty to get her pregnant. At least, that was the plan given to me by Rex, whom at this time was in Boston setting up his elaborately fake persona. I am sure he was having a field day conning the Bostonians out of their money in the mean time. Catherine had just started taking my "crush" seriously when I asked her to visit the lake with me. Of course, I just wanted to show her the beautiful countryside. She loved the outdoors. "Your such a sweet soul, Jimmy," she said as she sat on the makeshift bench a fallen tree had made for us. "I am not very smart." I said in my most believable Forrest Gump impression. "That doesn't matter as much as you think, Jimmy." I could tell that she was getting a bit aroused at the prospect of seeing me clad in only my swim trunks. I knew that if her family would find out I would lose my job. Except, that didn't matter if all went well. "Would you like ta go swimmin' in da lake?" I asked taking off my shirt. I always had a good body. I could easily be a male model. I could feel her eyes on my chest as they dropped down to my crotch. It was hard for me not to get stiff at that moment, but I had so much planned for that day. I didn't want to get ahead of myself. "I didn't bring a swimsuit, Jimmy," she said. "That's ok. I don' normally wear one, mahself." I replied. "I don't know." I could tell she was starting to come around, but I had to be careful. "My sis and I used ta go swimmin' in a lake with our undah garment's Miss Murphy. They are jus' like swimmin' trunks." I said in a gentle non-threatening manner. "Very well then! I suppose that won't hurt, but you can't tell anyone, Jimmy." "Of course not, Miss Murphy. Why would I do that? We jus' goin swimmin at da lake aren't we?" I said as I tried to act casual. I watched in awe as she slid out of her dress. There she was standing in just her bra and panties. I couldn't help, but stare at her petite breasts, which in my opinion were perfect. The lacy underwear didn't really hide much from the naked eye and I caught a glimpse of her nipple as she straightened her brassiere and adjusted herself. I think I saw a glimpse of a smile when she caught me staring at her. Just, so she didn't seem uncomfortable I dropped my eyes to the ground. "What's wrong Jimmy?" She asked. "Your, your jus so,...so beautiful, Miss Murphy. So perty." I said. I meant it too. In a way, I felt ashamed at what I was doing to her. Her eyes were so innocent, yet they had a spark or perhaps just a glimmer of some kind of playfulness. "Thank you, Jimmy! I can see you like what you see," she said while pointing at my rapidly expanding crotch. "I am sorry, Miss Murphy." I tried to apologize. I had to play my part of innocent simpleton. "Race you to the water!" She said as she ran towards lake. The setting was perfect. I watched her ass cheeks bounce firmly as she ran towards the water. I couldn't believe my luck. "Uh, ok!" I said taking off at a fast sprint. The water was unusually cool for that time of year, but it was refreshing. I searched around for Catherine, but I couldn't see her. I started to get worried when I felt her tug at my legs. She was trying to dunk me; however, instead of dunking me all she had managed was to pull down my swimming trunks. She burst through the water giggling. I am not sure if she knew or not when she put her arms around me, but I was literally naked. I could feel my cock rubbing at her stomach. "I seem to have lost my swimmin' trunks ma'am." I said in bewilderment. "Shush, Jimmy. Just kiss me." She said. "Kiss you? But, what about...?" I said as she pressed her mouth over mine. Here I was trying to seduce her and she had already made the move. I let her kiss me as our instincts made us progress to the next stage. Her hand found my erect member under the water and she started to massage it to full length. My hands caressed her firm buttocks and I started to kiss her neck. I could feel the hard nubbins of her nipples press through the fabric of her bra. Her long brown hair clung to her cheeks and neck as I tasted her succulent flesh. I needed to get her to the shore, so we could play around further. The last thing I needed was to drown both of us, while making love in the dark waters of the lake. I picked her up as Tarzan would pick up Jane and carried her to the shore. I set her down on a soft grassy knoll, which gave us a tremendous view of the surrounding area. Water dripped off my face and splashed onto her belly. I watched as it rolled down to pool in the depression of her belly button. I kissed her face and her nose as she closed her eyes. Neither of us spoke. Usually, when I make love to a woman, I would whisper sweet nothings in her ear, but I figured that was not the right thing for a simpleton to do. The last thing I needed was to get her guard up. Her body reacted to my caresses and mine reacted to her reactions. The next thing I knew, she was kissing down my chest to my stomach. Briefly, I wondered how much experience this supposed virgin princess had. I quickly found out, when her mouth expertly engulfed my cock. With her left hand, she jerked my shaft, while her mouth bobbed slightly up and down on the head of my average member. She was one of the best I had ever had. Apparently, Rex and I had not thought of her as the "sex" machine she really was. We had taken for granted that her public image was indeed the truth. My mind started to go blank as I started to feel that familiar urge in my balls. She could feel my tension as she quickly changed her rhythm. Rex was going to be a very lucky man when he married her. Out of pure instinct, I pulled her up from her pleasuring task and pushed her onto her back. I had a job to do and damn I was going to do it. She didn't mind a bit, although, she halted me briefly to reach for her bag. She handed me a condom to use. I hoped she took the worried look on my face as a look of ignorance because I started to worry the plan was going to fail. I took the condom and tore it open with my teeth. In order to keep her from watching what I had to do next, I started to massage her clit with my penis. I used the head of my penis to prod and excite her in hopes of causing her to stop concentrating on what I was about to do to the damn thing. It worked and she closed her eyes in bliss. I quickly took a sharp stone from the ground and pierced a hole on the top of the rubber so my little guys could get through. I put on the condom and inched my rubber-clad cock into her moist cunt. It was a strange feeling to feel the tip of my cock against her slick cunt walls and then feel the condom covered part of the rest of my cock ease its way in. Now, I really hated condoms. There is nothing like fucking a woman without the constraint of the damn invention. I had a dual sensation of the knowledge I was going to knock her up and fuck this little rich girl's life up. She bucked her hips as I plowed my way into her. Her soft moist hole was tight and squeezed my shaft with each thrust. I reached up and undid her bra, so I could taste her luscious breasts. Her face was contorted in pleasure and her body writhed with desire. I was close to orgasm as she screamed her release into the silent surroundings. I felt my semen burst through my shaft in each convulsion. Unhampered by any barrier, the seeds were planted. Afterwards, she lay in my arms with her head gently resting on my chest. I had disposed of the condom. Of course, I don't think she would have inspected it. We fell asleep for a couple of hours in the shade. The next morning before I had to mow the lawns, I saw her in the garden. She smiled and asked if I wanted to go swimming again. I stammered a reply to the affirmative. For over two months, we shared our carnal pleasures. She even taught me a few new tricks while our affair lasted. Her favorite position was doggie style. She loved to feel my hard cock penetrating her slick cunt from behind. Actually, it was the only time she really used obscenities to urge me on. Therefore, my best memories are of hearing the pristine Catherine screaming, "Fuck me. Shove that hard dick up my cunt. Squeeze my ass!" Rex, whom had had negotiations with the family to court their daughter was not getting very far with the prim and proper Catherine, but he took great pleasure in hearing about our exploits. He had a Private Investigator take pictures of us; in addition, he had her followed. It seemed the seeds had germinated just as we had planned. When Rex had gotten the news, he waited two days before he popped her the question. Of course, she may not have loved him, but her parents loved him. She also needed to be wed pretty fast because before long her situation would be showing. If her parents knew at all that she was pregnant, they probably believed Maxwell Gates as the father. Of course, part of the plan had been to have me impregnate her. Even if Rex had been able to get in her pants, which he told me he was getting close by that time, he would not have been the one to impregnate her. Nope, I was the gardener and I planted the seeds. I had to steal her diary or journal because I had a feeling she had written about my escapades with her. We couldn't have her go and burn the evidence that soon. No, we needed to keep her right where we could control her. I blackmailed her anonymously for money to keep the diary out of the wrong hands. The pictures would come in handy only after Rex would get her into divorce proceedings. Rex had befriended Stanley when he found out that both Stanley and I had the same blood type. Rex was always one for back up plans. If the gardener was not good enough to cause a scandal, then fucking the enemy would be even better a scandal. Goodsmythe, of course, paid us well, but he was only interested in destroying the family name. What Rex and I wanted was to get part of the Murphy fortune. The wedding ceremony was running late. The bride, after locking herself in the bedroom, wouldn't talk to anyone. Her father, out of sheer anger, told her to open the door at once. The guests had already seated themselves in the courtyard where the ceremony was to take place. Restless dignitaries were chattering quietly when the wedding march sounded. Hastened down the center aisle came the wedding dress clad bride. Her makeup was perfect, her demeanor perfect, and her smile proud. Everyone enjoyed the festivities. The ground nearly dripped with fake tears and emotion when the small town princess said, "I do." The lavish reception kept the pace of a bad disco club. Soon after the marriage, I left the estate. I would return in two years and sue for custody of the child. Rex would divorce Catherine with a healthy settlement and keep the loot he stole from their businesses. Stanley would come to Catherine's defense and tell the court that it was his child. My child would live the life I had always dreamed of living. It was a happy ending for everyone. The end Note: I love comments and criticism. I like to hear from you! Uh huh, that is right. You! Send an e-mail to me. I am not gonna beg though. Ok, pretty please? Please? C'mon. Gimme a reason to write more please! Heck, I like comments, questions, criticism or anything. Well, not everything. I don't like receiving threats of marriage, violence, or even fire. Of course, I don't like flames. Nope, flames suck. Second Note: I know some words are spelled phonetically in the dialogue. It was intentional. I hope it didn't cause to much of a problem in reading the story. 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