Chapter 7
The months passed, Autumn came and departed, and Winter arrived with it's chilly winds and long periods of snow. My affairs both still flourish and prospered. My bonds grew stronger if anything, and I wondered how it would all end.
Tina was genuinely deeply in love with me, and I felt just the same way about her.
With Susan it was slightly different. I adored her of course; but always knew that one day the right boy would come along, and I would lost her. I was fully prepared for this, when it should happen, and so did not perhaps value my relationship with her quite so deeply as my attachment to Tina.
At first she and I left the past and our personal life out of our conversation: but as we got to know each other better, gradually I learned about her background.
Tina had a happy up bringing and good education. Her people had come from Ilkley, and her father, a successful business man in Bradford, had retired early. She had finished her schooling down near ascot at a very expensive public school and had a final year out in Switzerland.
Shortly after her return home she had met a boy from Huddersfield at a dance, and they had seen a lot of each other. He was her first love and in due time succeeded in breaking her in. They became engaged and the wedding day was chosen. Tina's father bought the young couple Beldon Hall as a wedding present. Roger, that was the boy's name traveled for a firm who made agricultural equipment. They thought a lot of him, and he was given the job of covering Ripon and a wide area round.
Everything was nearly ready for the happy day. Tina was busy with her trousseau and the plans for the reception, so unable to see as much as usual of her fianc‚e. He was having a succession of parties and binges ... a sort of 'last fling, one might say. Then one night, ten days before he was due to be married, he got very drunk; it started innocently enough at a friend's house, but then someone suggested a pub-crawl. He party swelled, and they went on to Eadon and Guiseley, stopping at every in and necking and petting in cars. Finally, they finished up at a house near Harewood. A boy and his sister lived there. They were supposed to be staying with friends over in Harrogate while their people were away. The empty house seemed an excellent suggestion for a final orgy and a suitable spot to sleep off the effects. Twenty four youngsters invaded the place just after midnight, and the liquor continued to flow freely. Girls began stripping off clothes and dancing on tables. Boys drew lots for bedrooms and sleeping-partners. It must have been great fun. Couples were strewn round in their underwear, sitting on the stairs feeling each other, or lying on the rugs and carpets. One boy was even fucking his plump girls-friend on the billiard-table after trying to play a cannon with his prick.
The record player was screeching away, trying to make itself heard above the screams of laughter, girlish giggles, gasping moans, and panting fuckers. Virginities were being lost and laurels won.
Roger was drunkest of all, if that was possible. He was lying on a settee in his shirt and vest, his trousers were under the sideboard and his pants shading the standard lamp.
With him was a rather .sweet kid of sixteen. Her father was a prominent banker and her maidenhead still intact. Her name was Brenda Stevenson. She was less intoxicated than most, and trying desperately to remove Roger's itching fingers from her crutch. Her dress was torn and hanging off one shoulder, and one of her bubs was hanging out after being mauled by the lustful young man's hands.
Tears were welling up in her eyes, as she pleaded with him to behave; but he turned a deaf ear on all her entreaties. No one else took the slightest notice to her cries for help.
Roger, intent on the kill, forced her legs apart and roughly felt her pussy. Brenda's eyes were wide with terror, and she was trying desperately to fight him off. He was strong and determined, the drink had drowned all his sense of pity, he continued relentlessly to maul her previously untouched body. Fingers were inserted up her virgin cunt in to her small ass-hole. When she refused to touch his stiff cock, he slapped her hard across the face with the back of his hand. Trembling fingers finally clutched the exposed member and held it unwillingly.
Whether he was sober enough to realize she was still chaste, or whether it would have made any difference if he had, no-one will ever know. When he tried to force his cock into her mouth, she bit it; and he blacked her eye in rage, gripping his smarting organ.
"Right you bitch," he yelled, striking her again and again. "You're asked for it and now you're going to get it What the hell do you think this is?. . a tea party? You'll pay for that, you savage minx."
She had struggled to her feet, as he stepped back when she bit him. Now, under the onslaught of his blows, she fell backwards on to the settee and screamed. Roger seized her ankles and dragged her forward. Her head fell heavily on to the floor.
While she was still dazed, he wrenched off her panties and threw himself on top of her. He landed on her body with all his weight, in his hand and being forced into her slit.
Her resistance had been completely broken, and she just gazed up at him with horror in her eyes. His face was hard and cruel, his eyes burned with the lust that possessed him. His tool tearing it's way up her narrow cunt, stretching the dry walls and cruelly lacerating her membrane. She let out one great piercing yell. . . just as a police whistle sounded and four or five coppers burst into the room.
He was forcibly dragged of the sobbing girl, who just lay there, blood gushing from her bruised cunt. The others members of the party were rounded up, names and addresses taken, and they were bundled off to Harewood Police Station in two squad cars. One constable waited behind for an ambulance and traveled with Brenda to Leeds Infirmary.
Neighbors, thinking the house had been broken into and hearing the sound of breaking glass, had phoned the police, who had arrived just too late to save poor Brenda.
They found that her vagina had been badly lacerated and the cervix split. The girl had lost a lot of blood when she reached the hospital, and was unconscious from weakness and shock. She was rushed to the operating theatre and given two blood transfusions, but died three hours later.
Roger was tried for manslaughter and rape and got eight years. The scandal was appalling, as all the youngsters came from good families.
Tina was stunned by the news and persuaded her people to sell their house; and the family all moved up to Beldon Hall, away from their friends and the area in which they were so well known.
Tina took it very badly, and it put her against men. She went on a long cruise with her mother to get over the shock.
Her people, being elderly and not in too good health, never really got over the affair. Her father had a heart attack and died in his sleep. The mother, overcome with grief, passed away the following summer. So for the last five years, Tina had been on her own. The old family retainer. Fenton, stayed on in her service and supervised the other servants. She had avoided the other sex and contented herself with W.V.S. work, and the Women's Bridge Club of which she was president.
So, but for my taking advantage of her temporary unconsciousness and demonstrating the forgotten joys to be derived from having a randy prick stuck up one's she might have never again herself the chance to fall in love a second time.
She never attempted to force matters and seemed content to allow me to take the initiative. So it was that the following spring I duly popped the question and was married to Tina at the end of August. We lived at Beldon Hall and I retained the other house as a surgery, thinking at some future date I would get a partner and he would be able to occupy the place.
We had a lovely honeymoon in Italy, while a locum looked after my practice for a month. We were both divinely happy.
I found that the tragedy of her earlier affair with Roger had made her more tolerant and appreciative of the fact that men were by nature polygamists. Her attitude was that, as long as I loved her and we were happy, she did not care who else I had an affair with. However, she made me promise that, if I thought it was in danger of breaking up our marriage, I would break it off immediately.
So it was that I finally told her the whole story of Susan and felt much better for getting it off my chest. She said of course that I had taken an awful risk. She said on our return that she would like to meet Susan, and that it would be better, if I wished to continue to see her occasionally, if she came up to Beldon House and much wiser not to have her come round to the surgery.
Susan, herself, had taken my engagement and marriage very well. She hadn't shown any sign of jealousy and I put this down to the difference in our ages. However, she had pleaded on several visits that I should not stop seeing her and that I would not stop fucking her, even if it could only be arranged occasionally.
It was about a fortnight after I had got back that she rang my surgery and I arranged with her to come up to tea on the following Sunday and meet my wife.