Chapter 4
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.