Chapter 8
The girls were surprised when the two Richards walked from the stables with smiles on both their faces.
"Well, would you look at those two?" Julie said to Fiona. "You would think they were the best of friends."
"Strange," the dark haired beauty sniffed. "I wonder what they could have talked about."
"Well, ladies," the young minister smiled, "everything seems to be working out just fine. Now, Julie, I think there are some things we need to discuss."
"I hope so," the lovely blonde smiled, as she took the minister's hand and they strolled out across the estate.
"What did you two talk about?" Fiona was quite inquisitive.
"Oh, we were just catching up on old times," Richard Rankin said.
"Old times?"
"Yeah," Richard smiled. "You won't believe what a small world this is. We grew up at the same orphanage — in Wales."
"It is a small world," Fiona seemed surprised. "I grew up in an orphanage, too. That's all three of us who were raised in an orphanage. One would think that all of England was populated with orphans."
"That would be funny," Richard said. "Are you still angry at me?"
"I don't think I was ever really angry with you," Fiona said. "Just confused. You confuse the hell out of me, Richard Rankin. You know that?"
"I didn't do it on purpose," he said. "I hope you know that?"
"Now, I don't know what I want," Fiona said. "I'm so confused. I've never been like this before. I don't know which way to turn."
"It's nice to have choices," he said. "It makes life much more interesting. Come into the stables, Fiona. I have some things to discuss with you."
While Richard and Fiona were entering the stables, Julie and Richard Jones were walking off towards the forest, on the edge of Ramsey Gate.
"It's a lovely day, isn't it, my dear," Richard Jones said to the lovely young blonde.
"Yes, Richard," she smiled, putting her hand in his and holding the fistful of flowers to her nose, sniffing them gaily.
"Let's sit under those trees," the minister said. "There are some important things I need to discuss with you."
"Okay," she smiled, sensing that he was going to pop the big question to her.
As they sat on the soft grass beneath the tree, they scooted up to each other and the minister put his arm around Julie.
"Julie, darling," Richard Jones said, "I don't want you to think I am the kind of man to take advantage of young girls. What I mean to say, darling, is that I didn't take advantage of you yesterday."
"I know that ... "
"Let me finish, honey. When I start a sermon, I like to finish it."
"Yes, Richard?"
"Well, what I wanted to say was that I really love you. It's not just a sexual thing. Don't get me wrong. I love you very much. I want you to be my wife."
"I do, I mean I will," she gushed.
"You certainly didn't have to think long about that," the minister smiled.
"I was hoping that you would ask," she smiled, shyly.
"So, you had me all figured out, did you?"
"No, but I hoped and prayed," she said. "I want to marry you, Richard. You are a good man. A man of the cloth."
"You're sure you could handle it?" he asked. "I don't make a lot of money ..."
"Money doesn't mean a thing to me," she sighed. "Norwich Farms is worth a great deal. My father "will be leaving it to me. Everything will work out just fine. You'll see."
"I certainly don't want people to say that I married you for your money," he said.
"But you aren't, are you?"
"Of course not, my dear," he smiled. "I love you. You know, it's not a wild life — being married to a minister."
"I know that," she said. "I'm really not looking for a wild life. I just want to be close to you. Oh, Richard, let's not talk. Kiss me, you fool."
The young minister placed his arm over the lovely young woman's shoulder and brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her passionately on the mouth and slid his tongue into her mouth. They worked their tongues back and forth against each other's, as they reclined on the soft grass.
"Oh, Richard, honey," she sighed, running her fingers through his hair, you excite me so. Let's make love."
"Right here, out in the open?"
"It's safe," she said. "No one will bother us."
"Then let's get naked," he said.
They both hurriedly undressed and lay naked in each other's arms. They kissed passionately on the mouth and the young minister pulled the lovely young blonde close to him. He pressed her naked, taut nipples to his and worked his erect member between her firm thighs. Bringing his cock up against her hot, moistened vagina, they both began to moan with increasing sexual pleasure.
Richard turned her over on her back and climbed between her thighs. His cock was rubbing against her pussy. They were both moaning with desire.
"Suck me, first," she moaned. "Turn me on. Make me hot."
Richard slid down between her lush thighs and began caressing her pussy with his lips. He kissed her pussy all over and ran the tip of his tongue into her sex slit. She moaned with hot desire and spread her legs wide for him. He moved his tongue inside her pussy and up against her clitoris.
"Oh, yes, darling," she moaned. "That's exquisite. More. More. Faster."
The minister pressed his hands beneath her hips and raised her pussy to his mouth. He sucked at her sex, biting tenderly her clitoris and sticking a finger into her slash. He worked his finger about in the hole, while he listened to her moan with increasing pleasure.
While she writhed about in his passionate grip, he pressed a finger firmly up against her anus and entered the hot hole. She moaned with pleasure as the digit worked around inside the tightened pit.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, "you certainly know how to turn me on. Don't stop. Don't ever stop. This is heavenly. I can't believe how you make me feel. I'm going to come. Oh, yes. I'm almost there. Faster."
"Yes," she continued to howl with pleasure, "I'm going to come. I'm so close. Oh, God. I love it. Don't stop. I'm almost there. So close. It's so good."
The minister sucked powerfully on her erect clitoris. He could feel it begin to throb in his mouth. He used his teeth gently on the swollen clit meat. She gripped him with her hands around his back, digging her finger nails into his flesh.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, "I'm coming. Oh, Lord, it's heavenly."
As the young woman writhed wildly about, pumping and pressing her pelvis up against the minister's mouth, the orgasm flooded her groin completely. She was bathed in a sea of passion writhing about as though she were mad.
She pumped against his mouth and continued to moan. Again and again, she orgasmed. There seemed no end to the powerful sexual catharsis.
"Now fuck me, Richard," she groaned. "Shove your cock inside me. Fuck me hard."
He moved his juice-covered mouth from her slash and moved up on her body. Pressing the head of his organ into her hot opening, Julie reached down and gripped his cock, helping it into the hole.
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "You feel so good. Fuck me hard, Richard."
The minister pressed his cock deeply into the young blonde's hole, lifting her slightly off the grass, as he worked his tool about in her slit. Julie wrapped her legs around him and began pumping furiously. She could feel the cock pressing up against her cervix. The passion raced wildly through her. She was engulfed with hot desire. Faster and faster she pumped.
Richard Jones hooked his arms around her thighs and lifted her off the ground, so that his cock was practically plunging straight down into her passion pit.
As she squeezed her pussy lips down on his rod and continued to pump, Richard Jones could feel the tension of his pending orgasm build rapidly in his sacs. He worked his tool in and out of her opening with increasing vigor.
"Oh, darling," she moaned, "are you going to come soon?"
"I'm almost there," he sighed. "Yes, almost there. Oh, God, darling. I'm going to come. I'm almost there. Faster and faster her hips crashed up against his. His rod was pounding with sexual fury in and out of her. And then he came.
The minister moaned with extreme passion as his cock thundered in her hot opening and he spat hot semen into her pussy.
"Oh, darling," he sighed, "you feel so good. So very good. I can't believe it."
"But you must believe it," she moaned. "I love it. It's wonderful. So nice. I don't want us to ever stop. No, never."
"We will never have to stop," he said. "Not if you are my wife."
"I want to be your wife, darling," she sighed. "I can't tell you how very much I want that."
"Then we want the same thing," he said, as he pulled his satisfied member from her slit.
The lovely blonde rolled over on her belly, exposing her ass cheeks. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"What's that?"
"Aren't you going to fuck me in the ass?"
"God in heaven," the minister said, "I hope I'm going to be able to keep up with you."
"Are you all worn out?" she asked.
"I'm a bit out of practice, my dear," he sighed, looking down at his semi-stiff cock.
"I can take care of that," she said, getting up off her belly and crouching before the young minister. Taking his cock in her hand, she moved her mouth to the head of the organ and ran her tongue over it. Taking the head of the cock into her mouth, she sucked at it. She could taste her own pussy juice. And she liked it.
The minister's cock became suddenly erect and he rapidly filled her mouth.
"Oh, God," he moaned, you are truly inspirational.
Moving her mouth from his stick, she fell to the ground on her belly and spread her legs apart. The minister, holding his erect cock in his hand, moved, in between her thighs and touched the end of his cock to the tight anal entrance.
She moaned with pleasure as the large erection slid into the tightened opening.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, "I'm so glad we've found each other. It's truly wonderful. So very wonderful."
"Yes," he smiled, as he sank his cock in, up to the hilt. "And to think, that we've only just begun." Back in the stables, Richard Rankin and Fiona Reardon were just getting used to each other.
"Admit it, Fiona," he said, "you do like me, don't you?"
"Of course I like you," she replied. "It's just that you make it so damn difficult for me. I just wish you would take things easier."
"Look at it this way, Fiona," he said, "I'm a man and you're a woman. Something is supposed to happen between us. You know what I mean?"
"Yes, I know what you mean," she said. "Like love?"
"I wasn't exactly thinking about that," he admitted. "I was thinking more about sex."
"I think that's all you ever think about," she said.
"And is there something wrong with sex?"
"It's not that there is anything wrong with sex," she said. "But there has to be more. I want you to know that I'm not going to marry Lloyd."
"And that's a wise decision, my dear," he smiled. "You would have been miserable ever after."
"It's because of you," she said.
"Because of me that you aren't marrying Lloyd Browne-Douglas?"
"You needn't act so proud about it," she said. "It's because when we made love, I felt passion. It was the first time I ever felt passion with a man."
"What about good old Lloyd Browne-Douglas?"
"I don't love him," she said. "He's cold. I feel no passion for him."
"Now you are talking," he said. "I was beginning to wonder about you. I can't imagine what a girl like you is doing with a poor excuse for a man, like the professor."
"I guess I just wanted to get married and out of the country," she said. "I'm bored here. I have to get away."
"I need to get away, too."
"But where will you go?" she asked.
"I'm thinking about Australia," he said. "I understand that a man can homestead some good land there and the government will supply the sheep."
"You, a farmer?"
"Not a farmer, Fiona," Richard Rankin said. "I was thinking more along the lines of being a sheep grower. There's plenty of money in it. Australia is a big country. There's a great deal of opportunity for a bloke like me to make something of himself. I would like to have my own place."
"Take me with you, Richard," she sighed.
"You, Fiona? You hardly seem robust enough for the strenuous life I envision."
"I'm made of tough stock," she said. "Well, at least I think I am. I don't know who my parents were."
"Yeah, that's tough. I don't know either."
"We're just a couple of orphans," Fiona smiled, looking with longing into Richard Rankin's blue-green eyes.
Suddenly, Richard took Fiona into his arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. He ran his tongue into her mouth and tore at her blouse.
"Richard," she pulled away from him, "what are you doing?"
"I'm making love to you," he said.
"But do you love me?" she asked, holding him away from her.
"Yes," he said. "If it makes you happy, I do love you. I always have. I just never reckoned that I stood a chance with you, on account of that Lloyd creep."
"Do you really mean that?" she asked, incredulously.
"I have no reason to lie," he said. "I guess the reason I've been rough with you all the time, is because I was bitter. And jealous."
"You, jealous?"
"Sure," he said. "Why should that be so surprising?"
"It just is," she said. "But don't get me wrong. I'm pleased. I'm more than pleased. I'm happy. Oh, Richard, let's get married and run off to Australia together."
"Are you sure you want that kind of life?"
"I think I would be happy with you where ever we were," she gushed, running her fingers through his hair.
Richard kissed her passionately on the mouth and moved her to the pile of straw on the floor. The room smelled of horse sweat and manure, but they didn't even notice. All they noticed was their own mounting passion — the great need they felt for each other.
As Richard's mouth pressed tightly to hers, he opened her blouse completely and ran his hand over her swollen breasts. She sighed with pleasure as he squeezed her tits and brought his mouth down to the taut nipples. As he took her nipple in his mouth and began sucking at it, she swooned with passion.
He rubbed her breasts and sucked at her nipples, while she fumbled with the buttons of his pants. Pulling his cock out of his trousers, she held it tightly and began to jerk him off.
Richard began pumping his rod in and out of her hand. He was immediately hot and erect He opened the side of her skirt and pulled it away from her, exposing her lovely legs and the white cotton panties she wore.
Tugging at the waist band of her panties, he pulled them off her and moved his mouth to her pussy.
The lovely brunette spread her legs widely for him and sighed with passion as his tongue caressed her sex. Pressing his tongue inside the hot hole of her pussy, he sucked her passionately and moved up to her clitoris. Her magic button throbbed in his mouth as he sucked it. She began to pump up against him, sighing with mounting passion.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, "you are going to make me come. So fast. I can't believe it. Oh, God. Faster, darling ... "
He sucked her with increased passion. She was enjoying herself immensely. He wasn't being at all forceful. He was being gentle and kind. And she was filled with pleasure as he worked his tongue in and out of her hole and up against her clitoris. Taking the magic button into his mouth, he nibbled on it and sucked it with passion.
"I'm coming," she moaned. "Oh, yes, I come."
And as she experienced the stunning passion of the dramatic orgasm, she felt a closeness to Richard which she never would have imagined possible. She pumped wildly up against his mouth while he sucked her. Her pussy was on fire, her clitoris was swollen with passion and as she pumped wildly up against him, she experienced more and more orgasms.
"Oh, you'd better stop," she moaned, "I can't take any more. It's too much. So powerful. Oh, Richard, I love you. Fuck me. Fuck me, darling."
She was on her back, naked, with her long, lovely legs spread widely. He moved between her thighs and pressed the head of his organ up against the moistened crack of her sex. He slid inside of her and she pumped powerfully down to meet his entry.
"Oh, Richard, my darling," she sighed, "no man could ever make me feel the way you do."
As they fucked, Fiona rolled over on the bed of straw and assumed the superior position. She worked her pussy up and down on his shaft. His huge organ filled her completely. She squeezed her cunt lips on his cock as it worked in and out of her hole. The passion was mounting rapidly. It wouldn't take long for them to come.
"Say that you love me," she pleaded. "Tell me that you care."
"I love you," he said. "I care."
"Thank you," she said, plunging up and down on his cock. As she slid up and down on the pulsating member, she reached down to her pussy and began to frig her clitoris. The piece of clit flesh was terribly erect between her fingers. She pulled at it, pinched it and frigged it. And soon, she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm.
Ramming his cock powerfully in and out of her cunt, he watched her moving her fingers vigorously over her pussy. She was strained in the face — on the verge of a powerful orgasm.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned, "I can't take it. It's too much. You turn me on so much. Oh, baby."
And then she moaned, ramming her box powerfully up and down on the erect member. She was extremely close to the moment of release. Faster and faster she pumped and then the orgasm gripped her tightly.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned. "I come. Oh, babe. It's so good. I can't believe it. It's wonderful. I'm coming baby. Oh, God, am I coming."
While the lovely brunette throbbed and shook about wildly on the huge organ, experiencing a powerful orgasm, Richard rolled her back over on the straw and pumped his tool wildly in and out of her pussy.
While the young girl was moaning and groaning with pleasure, pumping and sighing, Richard filled her box with hot jism. He moaned deeply as he shot hot love nectar into her box and worked his tool about inside of her.
"Oh, babe," she groaned, "it's so good."
"I know it," he sighed, working his tool faster and faster inside of her. "It's absolutely fantastic. Oh, darling. I do love you."
After they had both achieved powerful orgasms, they collapsed together on the straw and held each other tightly.
"Richard," Fiona sighed, "I think I really love you."
"I love you, too, darling," he smiled and kissed her on the lips. "I know you will think it strange, but I've wanted to tell you this for a very long time."
"Oh, Richard," she sighed, "let's get married and go off to Australia together."
"Sure," he said. "I would like that. But is it what you really want?"
"Yes, it is," she said. "I really do want it."
"Then you shall have it," he said.
As Fiona went to kiss him on the mouth, she pressed her hand inside his shirt and felt the charm. "What is this?" she asked, opening the man's shirt and staring with disbelief at the golden charm.
"It belonged to me when I was a little boy," he said. "The preacher gave it to me. The weirdest story really ... "
"Richard, do you know what this means?"
"It means I have a charm around my neck," he said. "What is it supposed to mean?"
"No it doesn't," she said. "Oh, Richard, hurry, get dressed. I have to show you something."
"What's the matter, woman? You are acting most peculiar."
"Oh, Richard," she said. "You aren't going to believe this. It's terrible."
"Try me," he said.
"No, just get dressed," she said, dressing quickly. "It's something I have to show you. I can't explain it."
After they had dressed, they hurried back to the Reardon house and marching past a very confused Ramsey and Viola Reardon, they quickly climbed the stairs.
"What's with those two?" Ramsey asked his wife, while puffing on his pipe.
"Beats me," she replied. "I thought she hated him."
Holding Richard Rankin by the hand, Fiona pulled him into her room and up to the jewelry box on her table. Opening it, she pulled out her matching golden charm. Turning it over, she showed him the first two letters of the word love."
He took his charm off his neck and turning it over, stared at the last two letters.
"What can this mean?" he asked, with a look of utter confusion on his face.
"It means we are brother and sister," she said. "We both grew up in an orphanage. I had this charm around my neck when I was brought there."
"I did, too," Richard said, "only the preacher stole it."
"Stole it?"
"Well, he wasn't a preacher then," he said, "he was just a little boy. I guess he liked the way it looked. He told me that he remembers that I was found on the beach, on the Welsh coast. Apparently there was a ship wreck."
"Oh, Richard," she sighed, "you've got to try to remember. Please, try. I was too young. If you could only remember, it would mean so much to me."
"I'm sorry," he said, "I really am trying. It just won't come back to me. I don't know what to think."
"Well, at least we know that we are brother and sister," she said. "Isn't that great?"
"No, it's terrible," he said.
"Why terrible?"
"Because we can't be married now."
"We can't?"
"Are you kidding?" Richard said. "A brother and sister?"
"It doesn't matter to me," she smiled. "In a way, I think it makes it better. I mean, think about it — we can be so close together. I think it's terribly romantic."
"Well, for one thing," Richard said, "it's against the law."
"I don't care about the law, silly," she threw her arms around Richard. "All I care about is you."
"You really do love me, don't you?" she asked.
"Of course I do," he smiled. "I can't help but love you. You are very special to me. You're my sister."
He held the girl tightly in his arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. As his tongue entered her mouth, they clung desperately together. Fiona moved her hand to his groin and squeezed his cock.
"Do you really think we could pull this off?" he asked.
"We've got to, Richard," she smiled. "I never want to lose you again. Come on, let's go downstairs and announce the good news."
"That we are brother and sister?" he asked.
"No, silly," she laughed. "That we are in love and are going to be married."
"We musn't ever tell anyone about this, should we?" he asked.
"We can't, Richard, darling," she said. "We really can't."
He quickly took the golden charm and stuffed it into his pocket. He took hers as well and put it into his pocket.
"What are you going to do with them?" she asked.
"I'll bury them out behind the stables," he said. "I don't want to leave any evidence around."
"You're so intelligent," she gushed. "Oh, Richard. Is it true, darling?"
"Yes," he smiled. "It's very true. Let's go and tell everyone."
They hurried down the stairs to the living room and found Fiona and Viola standing about, looking confused.
"What's going on with you two?" Ramsey asked, looking quite confused.
"Nothing's wrong," Fiona said. "We're going to be married. Isn't that wonderful news?"
"You're going to be married?" Viola blanched. "But I thought you hated him. What about Lloyd?"
"I can't marry Lloyd," she said. "I don't love him."
"Well, I guess I'll just have to take you on as a partner," Ramsey smiled, taking the pipe from his mouth and extending his hand to Richard Rankin.
"Thank you," Richard shook his hand. "But we won't be staying on at Ramsey Gate. We'll be leaving for Australia. We're going to become sheep growers."
"That sounds like a wonderful adventure," Ramsey smiled. "If I was a young man, I would do the same thing."
"You can't leave," Viola protested. "You're all I have to live for, honey."
"Oh, Viola," her husband scolded her, "don't be so selfish. Be nice to the girl. They're going to make a great life for themselves."
"I know that everything will work out well with them and they'll be happy."
While Richard Rankin and Fiona Reardon were discussing their marriage plans with the Reardon's; and Julie Norwich and Father Richard Jones were busy out under the trees, discussing their own marriage plans, Lloyd Browne-Douglas was approaching Ramsey Gate in his buggy. He was not alone.
"Are you sure, dearie, that you is doin the right thing?" Eliza Domuch, asked in a thick cockney accent, adjusting her absurd straw hat on her head. The hat was piled high with artificial fruit and flowers, while her face was covered nearly as thickly with pancake makeup and eye shadow.
"Of course I'm sure," he said, as he snapped the reins, hurrying the two horses. "I think it's best to confront Fiona with the truth. I know she'll be terribly upset about us. But I want her to know the woman I am going to marry. I want her to see the kind of woman she should be."
"And is that me?" she asked.
"Yes, Eliza," he smiled. "You are passionate and feeling. Oh, I admit you are a little rough around the edges ... "
"Are you makin fun of my new dress?"
"No, dear," he said. "I just mean that you haven't learned all the things in life that you need to know — you know, important things."
"Oh, Lloyd," she sighed, "I can't wait to you start learnin' me all these vast intellectual things."
"We will have to begin with the alphabet," he said. "But if you really apply yourself, it won't take too long. And in the meantime, there are other things we could do. Things that demanding cold fish could never really understand."
"You mean like sex?" Eliza asked.
"I do like the way you make love," Lloyd said. "You know how to do things that I'm sure that Fiona will never understand. Those Anglo-Saxon girls are really extremely boring. Absolutely."
"But I'm an Anglo and a Saxon, aren't I?"
"Not exactly, Eliza," he smiled. "But that's okay. I wouldn't worry about it."
"And you promise not to tell anyone that I am your char woman back at the University?"
"Don't worry, Eliza," he said, patting her on the ass, "I'll tell everyone that you are just a friend."
"But I thought you were my fiance?" she asked.
"Oh, I am, dearie," he smiled. "We have a good understanding."
"Yes, Governor," she sighed, "I understand that you like to fuck a lot."
"Well, I do enjoy the sensual things of life. Well, that's Ramsey Gate over there, Eliza."
"Looks just like a farm to me," she said.
"That's because it is a farm," he smiled. "What were you expecting?"
"Some big country estate, I suppose," she said. "But I wouldn't know what one of them is supposed to look like. Mostly I am just familiar with London and Cambridge, of course. I sure am glad I got me that job at the university. The air in London was so bad for me. Soot was everywhere. It just don't seem like any place to live. As my Aunt Tillie always told me ... "
"Please shut up, dear," he said. "Just shut up. I really can't listen any longer to your obsessive chatter."
"But, darling," she sighed.
"It's that cockney accent," he said. "I just can't stand it any longer."
"I'm sorry, Lloyd," she sniffed, wiping her eyes and nose with the sleeve of her dress. "I can't help it. I've always talked this way."
"I certainly wish you would stop," he said. "It's driving me crazy. But I know it's not your fault. "I'll have to teach you how to speak the King's English."
"But I don't want to talk like the king," she complained. "I want to talk like a queen, if I have to talk like anyone."
"Okay, Eliza," he said. "That's enough. I really can't listen to any more of this."
As the professor's buggy pulled into Ramsey Gate, Lloyd was surprised to find Julie and the preacher and Fiona and Richard, standing in front of the Reardon house.
"Well, speaking of the devil," Richard Rankin laughed, as the professor's buggy pulled into the estate. "Isn't this peculiar?"
"Good day, folks," Lloyd smiled, as he climbed down from the carriage and then helped the cockney woman down. "I came out today, because I have something important to tell you, Fiona. And I decided that the only way a gentleman could take care of this, would be to confront it head on."
"I have some news for you as well," Fiona said.
"What sort of news?" Lloyd looked at her, strangely.
"Is this the dame you was gonna marry?" Eliza asked, looking critically at Fiona.
"Well, yes, as a matter of fact ... "
"Richard and I are going to be married," Fiona announced.
"You're going to marry that fool?" Lloyd asked, incredulously.
"He's no fool," Fiona said proudly. "We're going to Australia, to become sheep growers."
"And Richard Jones and I are going to be married," Julie announced. "I never thought I would grow up to be a preacher's wife."
"Well, there certainly are a lot of surprises," Lloyd said. "I really find all of this to be a bit disconcerting."
"Oh, it's something all right," Eliza said. "It sure is a good thing that you're going to be marrying me. Could you imagine if you married this Fiona woman. Why, she would be cheating on you right and left."
"You're going to marry her?" Richard Rankin laughed. "What a joke. The college professor and the char woman."
"How did he know that?" Eliza blushed. "Did you tell him when I wasn't paying no attention?"
"No, Eliza," Lloyd blushed. "You'll have to excuse her. She's a little rough around the edges."
"I thought you liked my dress, Lloyd?"
"I didn't mean your dress," he said. "Come on, let's leave. I can't think of any good reason to stay around here."
"But we just got here, Governor," Eliza said. "I'm tired from the ride. Couldn't I rest just for awhile? I sure would like a drink of water."
"Now, I want to leave now," the professor said. "I don't think we're welcome around here."
"I wouldn't say that," Fiona said, with her arm wrapped tightly around Richard Rankin. "I'm in a hospitable mood. Everything is just fine — couldn't be better. There's no reason for us to be hostile. I wish the best for you and I'm sure you wish the best for me."
"I wouldn't be so bold as to say that," Lloyd Browne-Douglas said. "I think you are making a grave error in judgment to marry this stables keeper. He'll let you down. I know the type. He'll be drunk every weekend and hell beat you."
"Aren't you being a bit judgmental?" the reverend asked, while he stroked Julie's long, golden locks.
"I don't think so," the professor said. "I'm just calling it the way it is. And it's obvious to me, that this is the way it is."
"How can you say those things about Richard, when you are with that thing?" Julie yelled.
"I beg your pardon?" Lloyd stood stiffly. "You are insulting the woman I am going to marry. I know she might not seem like much, but Eliza is more of a woman than either of you two will ever hope to be. I can tell you that right now."
"Well, well," Richard Rankin laughed. "So, she's better than I am. Is that what you are say "Precisely, young man," the professor said. "Whereas Eliza — with my help — will no doubt emerge into a fine woman, in possession of all the social graces, you will remain what you are forever. You are a rogue and a scoundrel, dear sir!"
"And you are a stuffy, self-loving, pain in the ass," Richard Rankin said. "And if you know what's good for you, you'll get right back into your buggy and head out of here."
"Come on, Governor," Eliza said to her fiance. "The likes of them, ain't good enough for us, no how. Let's go back to Cambridge. I got floors yet to do and ... "
"Eliza," Lloyd snapped, "there's no reason on earth why these people need to know anything about your domestic chores."
"That's right, Lloyd," Fiona smiled, "take the maid home."
With a nasty look on his face, Lloyd Browne-Douglas climbed into the buggy beside the young lady and cracking a whip over the horses, they headed off the Ramsey Gate property.
"I don't know how you could have thought of marrying that woman," Eliza said to Lloyd. "She ain't got no manners. And those people she was with, didn't have no manners either."
"Yes, Eliza," he said, putting his arm around her. "You're all I need. But you are going to have to understand, that because of the vast differences in our social backgrounds, it wouldn't be too smart of us to see each other in public. Not until we've managed to help you master the social graces."
"Are you going to hide me away, Governor?"
"Just for a little while, my dear," he smiled. "You do want to become a proper lady, don't you?"
"Oh, indeed I do," she sighed, adjusting the outlandish straw hat on her head. "I want that more than anything."
"And it will be quite good for you," he said. "In fact, why don't we draw up right here and have our first lesson?"
"What will that be, Governor?"
"I want you to learn how to suck cock," he said.
"That sounds awfully nasty to me," she said. "I'll bet those other girls don't do things like that."
"But they do," Lloyd said. "I tell you, it's the mark of a highly evolved woman."
"Oh, come on," she said. "I can't believe that. You're trying to fun me."
As Lloyd unbuttoned his trousers and exposed his erect cock, the young char woman saw right away that he wasn't fooling her. He began stroking his meat and it became hotter and harder.
"Oh, my," she exclaimed, "you are getting so excited. Look how big you are. Oh, my."
"Just kiss it, darling," he sighed. "Put your loving mouth over my cock and suck. Yeah, honey, oh, that's good. I'll teach you to be a lady yet."
While her mouth moved deeper and deeper on his rod, he put his hands to her head and began pumping his mighty organ in and out of her mouth. It didn't take long for him to become considerably turned on. His jism was boiling.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned, "keep sucking. I'm going to come. Get ready, honey. I'm almost there. Oh, God, you're wonderful."
And then the college professor shot a huge load of jism into her mouth. She gobbled it up as best she could, only allowing a tiny bit to spill out of her mouth.