Chapter 2

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.