We were returning to the house for luncheon following the sunrise service at St Agnew's Church. It was one of those rare English summer sidereal day. The sun shone, the clinker path beside the river was dry and devoid of pool. We strolled easily along chatting amiably.

There were a round twelve in our party and we had decided to walk to church for sunup service rather than consume the horses and posture as we would scarce fit in the two pushchair which were all that were available and the route was nearly three fourth dimension as far as the path.

The ladies were a o.k. sight in their Sun best, wide-cut brimmed hat, bird to their ankles, blouses buttonned to the cervix, sensible walking the boot propriety personified.

I escorted Miss Loveridge that morning time. Lord P whose Edgar Guest I was arranged it so. She was an good-humoured decent wench. Her Pa had dozens of dosh from some Mill or Rail - way or some such, but she was not of my class.

Grand-father was a Earl for heaven's saki, I was expected to marry at least my equal.

girl Loveridge chatted prettily enough but my nous wandered.

"I say, are you listening to a Christian Bible I have said ?"she asked.

"I am so no-count, my mind wandered,"I explained as we dropped even further behind the principal party.

"I said do you give birth a swain ?"she repeated.

"No, I am afraid I do not at show, playing the field do you see,"I replied truthfully.

"So what are your preferences ?"she asked,"Big bosoms, blonde hair's-breadth blue eyes ?"

"Ample breast yes but not to excess, '' I replied,"Hair vividness, I am unconcerned, eyes, as long as she has two fully functional oculus then that will answer I believe."

"So what do you really want in a woman that I do not posess ?"she enquired.

"Eyes which never leave me, a vaginal passage which moistens instantly at my touch,"I ventured callously.

"The sense of touch being directly to the aforementioned vagina or should any touch suffice ?"she asked.

"The touch directly to the vagina obviously should encounter moistness,"I explained,"However a sense of touch to the hand quite possibly should not."

"Then you need a whore sir, not a Bride,"she declared.

"How dashed perceptive of you my earnest missy Loveridge,"I agreed.

She nodded"For myself I seek a manfully man, a stallion, a real man, somebody to sweep me off my metrical unit whenever he feels the inclination, certainly not some perfumed ponce who ravishes chamber maids all week and serves his wife only on a Sabbatum eve as gentemen seem wont to do."

"honey lord what outspokenness,"I exclaimed,"I own I am quite ball over !"

"My female parent grew up in a ginnel with nine sis and no Father most of the time,"young woman Loveridge explained,"She warned me about men'base desires how she had to fight drunken oafs off when no more than a tiddler herself."

"I am cognisant of your lowly origins,"I agreed.

"So,"she said as we halted briefly,"Do you go for me ?"

"I beg your pardon ?"I gasped.

"Lord P told father you're after me for my portion,"she explained.

"My dear miss Loveridge may I assure you that I have no such thought process,"I replied.

"Not even slightly ?"she asked.

"Absolutely not, I am not after anyone for their fortune,"I declared,"I want a wife to couple with freely and joyously not some coldness hearted form of address hunter, no mater how extensive her wealth."

"So would you care to lay with me ?"she asked,"I shall not consent to marriage unless you can guarantee a good rogering when I desire it."

"I have had no complaints,"I replied,"Though I own the young ladies concerned were from the humbled orders and well versed in delighting gentlemen."

"portion maids ?"she enquired.

"And whores,"I explained,"I spent time in Africa in the regiment and they knew nothing of marriage there. The women ran beat naked bar a skirt of grass shuck and all were wed to the chief and when his backbone was turned every man old salt of them was fonicating with every Jill in sight."

"I should wish to be naked in the sunshine but for a grass annulus,"she admitted,"The warm sun on my bosoms for they are so cruelly constricted by my dress, shall you resign them skipper ?"

"Free them, damn you adult female you are rousing my member,"I admitted,"I fear I shall have to rearrange my underclothes if you would excuse me."

"display me,"she ordered.

"I most certainly will not,"I insisted as I thrust my arm down my breeches and raised my member to point upwards instead of down my trouser leg.

"Is that good ?"she asked.

"Much,"I agreed.

"For I can see his dampen tip poking out like a mouse from his burrow,"she teased

I reacted in horror but all was well, he was well hidden.

"You must be imagining it,"I suggested.

"Imagining it hammering at my uterus head,"she simpered,"Your strong weapons system around me, your lips upon mine."

"Stop it,"I pleaded,"Any more and I shall dishonor myself !"

"Then don't waste the present moment,"she said and she raised her skirts high.

All I coud see was a rampart of underskirts and her black boots up to her knees.

"Very alluring indeed,"I admitted, but then she grabbed another handful and there was the most perfective shaven peach I had ever encountered.

I had no pick, had i not released him my member would have exploded my juice all up inside my shirt so I wrested him unloose from confinement.

She first knelt, they lay, upon the subdued sess,"Come police captain, the moment is upon us, she said.

I should have said no, but her temptingness was too strong. I too knelt, but with my knee joint between hers. I eased closer and with no preamble I pressed my member firmly at her uterus lips.

They parted as easily as the degree curtains at the Alhambra and I was in. Fully sheathed in her heaven at a moments notice.

"Please forgive me,"I asked pointlessly.

"Only if I get a champion rogering,"she replied.

"May I kiss you ?"I asked.

"I would rather you ripped my bodice open and caress my mammilla, '' she replied.

"Next sentence I will discase you naked before we start,"I promised.

I began to pleasure her with long slow strokes of my member, all the way in, pause and withdraw until the tip was barely still within and forward again.

I heard soul coming,"Emily, where be thee,"someone shouted in a broad Lancashire accent. I stopped in mid stroke.

"I'm here father,"Miss Loveridge replied.

"Oh god, now what ?"I asked and went to crawfish but she held me tightly to foreclose it.

"Say"Good Day"I suppose,"she replied.

"Emily !"the voice bellowed,"I said woo the boody bloke not fuck he's brain out."

Her Father of the Church came in sight, a broad shouldered stout thickset man in a moleskin vest and heavily wild blue yonder greatcoat cut in a style which has never and will never be in any way of the modern style.

"Sorry father,"she said.

"Good day Mr Loveridge,"I opined as I looked up at her father.

"Bloody upright day for thee, rogering me daughter,"he agreed,"Ee she could earn a bloody fortune down whore sign but her mother wants a title for her see."

"So I understand,"I agreed.

"So will thee make her an fling or shall I blow thee mastermind out with me pistol ?"he asked as he brandished a shiny new revolving bedroom pistol.

"Can I think about it ?"I asked.

"I'll count to ten,"he said,"One."

"might be a good approximation to stretch a few slug first ?"I suggested.

"Oh, aye new fanged contrivance, rather have a flint lock any day,"he opined.

"founding father he chose me, we are sort of married,"young lady Loveridge suggested.

"And what about t'ostler and boot boy, what are you bigamous,"he snapped.

"Trigamous even ?"I ventured.

"Shut thee trap and get to her cum,"the sire replied,"She wails like a stuck stoat when her is excited, frightens t'orses sometimes."

"Father !"she retorted.

"I will do my very utmost sir,"I agreed and I set to humping against her once more.

"Bloody fortune I spent on finishing schooltime and the like an she still fucks all comers,"her founder opined as he watched us fucking in the temperateness beside the track by the river. It was too much. The distraction sent a swell gush of cum blasting within her and she gasped.

It was a beautiful audio, hardly anything like a baffle stoat, a sound of surprise and pleasure.

"Did thee ‘ ave to give suck is cock to drive out him ?"the father asked.

"No father, as soon as I raised my dame he was upon me,"she replied.

"Ah man after me own mind,"he agreed.

"Whats it to be then lad, wed or shot through t'ead ?"he demanded.

"I should like a longer tryout I think,"I replied.

"Bloody cheek,"the founder said as he put his gun away,"No bloody good forcing thee, take thee bloody meter, you got boulder clay dinner."

We watched him stride away into the distance.

"How do I compare ?"I asked,"With the hostler and iron boot boy ?"

"Poorly, to be honest,"she replied.

"Then marry the thrill boy !"I suggested.

"I can not, for my lot would pass to him on marriage and he might vomit up me aside to be destitute."she explained.

"While I ?"I queried.

"You are a gentleman."she declared.

"There is more to marriage than fucking beside a brook on a sunny afternoon."I explained.

"Perhaps we could try against a tree, or you could crouch me over a paries and take me from behind like Terry the Ostler does ?"she suggested.

"Or like the boot boy ?"I ventured.

"Yes, in the linen cupboard !"she replied excitedly.

"Are you obsessed with screwing ?"I queried.

"Perhaps,"she answered.

"Then why not become a whore,"I suggested,"Then you will postulate no fortune as men will line up for hours to do it you !"

"Oh maitre d'hotel you say the unfermented things, I am going enjoy being married to you, shall we try it against that Oak tree ?"she suggested,"Shall I suck your extremity until it is hard like the maids do with sire ?"

I shook my principal"If you do I'll like as not expell in your throat, I am already hard as iron from this talk of the town, but leaning against the oak tree diagram speech sound like an fantabulous alternative."

"One more matter master,"she said,"service of process wenches, handle them kindly, for,"

But I held her firmly and silenced her with a kiss as I laid her gently agains the oak tree and.

"Ow its digging in me ass,"she complained,"hang on a minute."

life story was never going to be the same again ...