Chapter 9
Through the rest of that Sunday, Hope found herself at loose ends. She had promised herself another long talk with Catherine, but even that didn't offer an answer now.
It was unrealistic, she told herself, to depend on her friend to carry all her problems and provide all the answers for her. She decided she would have a try at working them out herself.
Changing her clothes, including her shoes, she decided to get away from the school and do her thinking in the open air with the sun for inspiration.
Behind the school property, open fields stretched endlessly and there were trees and brooks. Surely, she told herself, in that setting she would find so many answers to the things which bothered her.
When her thoughts didn't take shape immediately, Hope didn't mind. There was all of the afternoon and evening ahead of her if need be and in the meantime, just walking in the bright, clear weather was good enough.
The ground was spongy under her feet without being wet. It was perfect for walking, so much so that her lightness of step seemed to lift her above her problems and all the troubles around her.
When she had walked more than an hour, she decided to sit and rest under a tree. It seemed like a good time to get down to some serious thinking, but her thoughts continued to elude her. She tried scolding and forcing herself to think, but a small fleecy cloud played in the backyard of a bright blue sky and seemed to be inviting her to join it.
Without too much effort, she was able to convince herself that thinking of ugly things could be postponed until later, so she leaned back and enjoyed the view. Her enjoyment was such that before long, Hope drifted into a comforting sleep under the warm sun.
How long she slept, she couldn't tell and there was no point in trying to estimate. There were hands under her dress and rough voices talking in excited tones which boded no good, she sensed.
"Well now," one said, "our beautiful little angel is going to wake up and enjoy it."
"What are you doing? Leave me alone. Who are you?" Words tumbled out angrily, but Hope wasn't sure they made any sense. Taking a closer look at the two rough looking men, she doubted that any words would reach them.
"Now you listen to us, little lady," one of them said as he rubbed her titties through her dress, "we're just going to give you some real sport with a couple of real men. Don't try to fight us or we'll have to kill you."
Looking at them, Hope sensed they meant what they said. To die in such a way was so futile, it seemed. At the school, fucking and all that went with it were routine matters, there seemed to be no reason why she should change her attitude now and risk her life in the bargain. Through a screen of brush, she saw and heard a flock of sheep and remembered that it was with the sheep that her uncle ravished her for the first time. It hadn't killed her and she decided it was an omen telling her to do what they wanted and save her life.
"Do you mean you both intend to force me?" she asked with more self control than she thought she would be able to muster.
"That's a way of putting it, milady," the one who seemed to be the leader answered with a smile that was made crooked by missing teeth. "What have you to say of that?"
"Well, there is only one of me and there are two of you and I am sure you are both much stronger than I. I once heard a saying from the Orient that when rape is inevitable, the lady may as well relax and enjoy it. You seem to leave me no choice."
"I'm not sure of the meaning of all your imagine words," the leader looked suspicious. "Do you mean that you are going to give us what we want?"
"That's just about it. As I see it you would take it anyway. It will perhaps be easier if I give it instead of having it taken from me."
Looking from the leader to the younger man, Hope sensed that he was afraid now that the thought was about to become reality. There was perspiration standing out on his forehead and the weather, she knew, wasn't hot enough to justify that.
"What about the sheep?" he looked nervously toward the older one.
"Fuck the sheep," the other man answered with a tone that matched the simplicity of his words.
"It's all right for you to say that," the younger one whined. "You know I've fucked nothing but sheep anyway, but if your wife ever found out
"Fuck my wife too," the older one cut him off. "No," he went on, "on second thought, you're better off with the sheep. They're warmer, better looking and a hell of a lot tighter in the twat."
Hope couldn't keep herself from laughing aloud at his amazing statement. She wondered how the man's wife would react if she could have heard the words.
"Is it true that shepherds do fuck their sheep?" she asked. "I thought it was just a story made up by city people."
"It's true enough, Miss," the leader answered with an expression of delight at her interest and frankness. "The cunny of a sheep is much like that of a woman. We wear these high boots not because of mud and water, but because it is not hard to push the hind legs of a sheep into the boots and hold her still. It puts her slit in just the right position to be nicely rammed and as I told young Albert here, just about every sheep I ever screwed was better than my ugly wife."
"Well, considering everything," Hope even managed a smile, "I don't think I'll force you to stick my hind legs into your boots. Do you want me to pull my skirts up or take them right off?"
"Now that's what I like to hear," the man said with a pleased chuckle. "I do believe you came out into the fields in search of a stout cock."
"The truth of the matter, sir," Hope spoke with all the dignity she could muster under the circumstances, "is that I came out here to ponder my problems in peace and quiet and to try to find solutions. Had I any choice, I would leave immediately."
"Now let's not get back to that," he actually looked repentant at having said what he did. "You're going to give it to us or we're going to take it. Hurry up now and give me another look at your little quim."
"Another look?" Hope looked puzzled.
"Aye, while you were sleeping with you knees up, I put my head down on the ground by your feet and looked right up to your twat. That's when I decided to make you give it to me."
Without being able to understand it, Hope blushed with fury at the thought of the man having peered at her twat while she slept. It didn't make sense to her since she was already beginning to undress to show him her quim and everything else and to allow him to do a lot more than just look.
She began unfastening her dress. The two men watched avidly as she removed her clothes. When only a thin shift remained over her body, the older man could wait no longer. His hands were all over her titties, thighs and ass and as he pressed against her in obvious anticipation, she felt the stiff lump in the front of his pants.
When he stepped back and began to open his pants, Hope decided to save her shift from destruction under their rough hands. Grasping the hem, she pulled it over her head and it fell to the grass beside her.
"Look at those teats," the leader gasped aloud. "I saw many a teat in my day, but never like those."
He stopped talking then as he pulled out an immense belly whacker and advanced toward her with his hands cupped. Ignoring his friend, he grabbed both bubbies and began to rub and squeeze them. It wasn't long before the nipples came to life, hard and pink, and he stopped his rubbing long enough to admire them with his mouth open.
Since his mouth was already open, it struck Hope as being only logical that he should use it. Holding her left teat from below like an offering, she put her right hand behind his head and drew his face down.
His mouth wrapped around the crest of the white mound and he began sucking. She felt the nipple getting bigger and harder in his mouth.
Beside her, the younger man pulled out a quite small but stiff pecker and tentatively ran one hand over the smooth surfaces of her ass. He was making funny little sounds which actually made her thankful that the older man was there to protect her in the event that the young one went berserk. It was a strange sensation, she realized, since the young one alone would not have thought of attacking her. And yet, here she was looking on the man responsible for her present predicament as her protector.
Having by then sucked both her teats, the older man began to lower her to the grass, obviously intent on getting at her cunt.
As they both lay down, the young one, his right hand wrapped tightly around his sparse cock, knelt beside them and gazed at the perfection of her body. Hope saw that he was jerking himself and probably wouldn't be able to stop. She didn't mind that at all.
"Let me see her slit," he panted. "Open up her legs and let me look in." The jerking he was doing with his hand made his voice quiver.
With a laugh, the big one picked up her thighs and held them open with her knees bent. "There m'lad," he said with a note of pride, "feast your young eyes on a really beautiful quim. Did you ever see one like that on a sheep?"
With a wink at Hope, the man raised her legs right over her body so that her nicely curved ass and her twat stared out at the young one who was beating his meat in reckless abandon.
It was indeed, a truly magnificent sight as her plump ass and silken smooth thighs formed the perfect frame for the tender pink beauty of her cunny.
"Just be quiet and watch him for a minute," the man whispered, "and we'll be rid of him."
As if she were a co-conspirator, Hope even managed a smile at the thought of the lad's excitement.
He began making a series of little excited sounds as his hand jerked harder. They both saw him turn away then as his juice spurted out onto the grass away from her.
For just a moment, he knelt there with his destroyed tool in his hands. He looked stunned at what he had done. Getting quickly to his feet then, he ran through the bush toward the sheep without even tucking his spent pecker in his pants again.
For a few seconds, they only smiled. When he was out of earshot, they laughed aloud as the man lowered her legs and rolled on her, his rough clothes scratching the satin of her sensitive titties.
"Please take your clothes off," she said softly. "I can't take their roughness on my bare skin."
"Why, I'll be glad to, Miss. It will be a real nice treat to feel skin like that against mine."
Kneeling up beside her, he began to undress while his eyes remained on her quietly waiting body.
"Does your wife not have good skin?" she asked by way of conversation.
"She has the skin of a pig. If there's any good part of her, it's her fat butt. When I do stick it in her once in a while, I make her kneel over and shove it in that way. She's still not as good as a sheep though. Besides, when you finish a sheep you can wipe yourself off on her wool."
"I guess your young friend thought I wasn't as good as a sheep either."
"Not a bit. Yours was the first quim he ever saw. The sight of you was just too much for him."
"You mean he's never seen a woman's body? How old is he anyway?"
"About twenty-one or two. He's been fucking sheep since he was about thirteen. All the lads do. He just hasn't courage enough to try a woman. Before the day is out, his memories of you will give him another bone and some sheep will get a twat full of him."
The man was naked then and Hope saw that the time for conversation was running out. Her twat, she knew, was not prepared to take as big a bone as he offered without being badly hurt.
"Are you ready ? " he asked as he knelt over her with it in his right hand.
"No please. You're so big and my slit is not moist yet. Please make it ready."
"What do you mean ? Isn't a slit always ready ? "
Hope shuddered at the crudeness of the country louts and wondered how their wives managed at all.
While he fondled her twat and ass with his hands, Hope explained patiently all about how a woman-likes to be toyed with before fucking and how when her slit is wet and hot, she finds real pleasure in being screwed.
"Why in London," she went on, "no real gentleman would think of sticking his bone into a lady until her quim was nice and wet and throbbing with heat. Most of them," Hope added, "like to put their mouth right on the slit and give it a good licking and sucking. Have you ever licked a cunt?"
"No. I must say I have heard much about it, but I have not tried."
"You may try mine if you wish. I'm told it is a sweet one."
Hope guided the man until his mouth pressed against her twat and her thighs rubbed his face. He liked it right from the start and she allowed him to keep licking with his tongue well inside until she had a wildly exciting come.
While she rested and regained her breath, she answered his questions about what had happened to her. Hope was shocked to realize that a man married so long didn't know that women too could come.
Sensing that he was becoming impatient, Hope bent her legs, opened them wide and presented her cunny to his stiff bone.
When he began to stroke hard at once, she wrapped her long legs around him and slowed him down.
"Do it slowly and with long strokes," she whispered. "It lasts longer that way and is better for both of us. You have the right equipment between your legs to give a woman a real thrill. Make the most of it and women will love you for it."
Although he seemed amazed, the man obeyed and soon seemed to enjoy doing it her way. His bone was long as well as stout and it more than thrilled her slit so that she felt the tingling contact all the way along her inner walls with every stroke.
Hope began to writhe as she approached her second come. Her activity spurred the man on so that he began to ride her belly hard with long, fast strokes.
She cried out with delight as she came and while it was still happening, she felt him press down on her belly and fire his charge inside her.
"Did you have another come?" he panted, his eyes wide with amazement.
"Of course. A woman can come any number of times and each is better than the one before."
"I never knew women did that and I didn't know they could enjoy being fucked."
"Then if you want a real surprise," Hope whispered, "take your wife to bed tonight and hold her in your arms for a while. Play with her titties and suck them as you did mine. After a while, rub her legs and open them. Then play with her cunny until she begins to wiggle, then kiss and suck it. She'll love it and so will you."
"By God, I'll do it. This was surely the best fuck I ever had. If it can be anything like this with my wife, then I want to try."
"Instruct her to bathe first and do the same yourself. It may open up a whole new world to both of you."
The two began to dress then and Hope continued her lecture on the facts of life. The crude country bumpkin was enraptured at all he heard and she was convinced that she had done some good for at least one wife as a result of her unwanted experience.
"You know," she became more ambitious, "if it works for you as I know it will, you could tell your friends about it. I suppose most of them don't understand these things any more than you did until today."
"You can be sure they will from now on," he said with a vehemence that was convincing. "I may even teach some of the wives about it."
"I don't see anything wrong with that at all," Hope said with a smile.
"Do you want me to walk you to the road ? " he asked with a gallantry that was obviously new to him.
"No, but thank you for asking. You really have the makings of a true gentleman." She saw him actually blush a little under the spell of her words.
"Please, Miss, before you go, hold your clothes up and give me one more look."
Without feeling at all uncomfortable about it, Hope picked up the hem of her garments and pulled everything well above her waist. She stood with her feet braced wide apart so that there would be nothing to stop him looking up into her warm, tingling crotch.
He did more than just look. Kneeling under her, he kissed her all over her thighs, ass and crotch and she was sure at the moment that she had converted him completely.
She trembled with excitement at the thought of the thrill, the wild, exciting thrill, his wife would get when he took her to bed that night.
When he got to his feet with a smile, they shook hands and she walked away with a smile. What had started out as a terrifying attack on her person had been turned not only into a pleasant interlude, but had possibly made a happy marriage out of a miserable one and could spread to other bedrooms in the village.
Besides, she thought with a smile, it will leave the poor sheep for the rams and make it unnecessary for the shepherds to wear those long, uncomfortable boots which must be terrible in hot weather.
Walking back toward the school, Hope realized that despite all her good intentions, she had not given a moment's thought to the problems that had been scheduled for consideration that day.
For a moment, there was a threat that guilt would sweep over her, but she was able to dismiss it.
After all, she told herself, I really did try. That the men came upon me and forced me to do other than think, was no fault of mine.
Perhaps it was fate, she thought, telling me that I must live my life as best I can without constantly questioning it. Out of all that happened today, I did much good for at least two people and perhaps many more. What right have I, then, to question it?
She stopped questioning.