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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
Heminway@epix.net

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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.  




Needless Reminder:  You cannot sell this story.




--
Hawk Richards
Heminway@epix.net

	













































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