ROMANCE: His Reluctant Heart (Historical Western Victorian Romance) (Historical Mail Order Bride Romance Fantasy Short Stories) (147 page)

“That is perfect, we had better hurry up and get one of the bigger tents,” Scott said, taking a hold of Diane's hand and beginning to lead them away.

“Looks like you guys come to these teambuilding events pretty often,” Diane said, hurrying up behind Scott with Joe closely behind.

“Yeah, and as you can see, they are all very eventful,” Joe said, waving his hands in the air to show her how almost everybody was looking forward to an electrifying sex night, including men and women who were married and had left their husbands or wives at home.

They got their tent and put their things in it after setting it up. Everyone was given some assignment and luckily for them, they were given the same assignment, to go down to the stream and see if they could catch some bass, which were in abundance in the river. There were a couple of other people who joined them as they began their trek to the river, which was a short distance away. They passed by several deer along the path, and when they got to the river, Scott led them away to a secluded place by the river. The late afternoon sun was scorching hot, and he automatically pulled off his shirt, noting the way that Diane's eyes widened when she saw him.

*****

“Nobody could tell that you go to the gym. I think that you should be walking around without your shirt a little more often,” Diane said, feeling unusually aroused as she checked Scott's well-toned body out, before turning to look at his chocolate-skinned friend.

Without hesitating, Joe pulled off his T shirt, revealing an even more toned body, a well-muscled chest and a six pack on his belly. Diane had never had sex with a black man, but had always wondered what it would feel like to do so, and she found herself turning all liquid in between her thighs when she tried to imagine how his cock looked. Rumors had it that black men carried monster cocks and she had always trembled when she imagined how a black cock would feel inside her pussy, drilling her all the way to heaven.

“I am feeling all hot and sweaty, and so I'm just going to take a dip in the water before we start fishing, I hope that is okay with you guys,” Joe said, and to Diane and Scott, proceeding to begin pulling his pants open as Diane stared at him in disbelief, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets when the pants dropped to the ground, leaving him in just his boxers.

“Yeah, I think I'll join you in the water, it looks clear and relaxing,” Scott said, also beginning to remove his pants as Diane watched Joe pulling off his boxers to reveal the biggest and most delicious looking cock that she had ever laid her eyes on. “What about you, Diane, are you going to stand there staring at Joe's cock, or are you going to take your clothes off and join us in the water. Who knows, he might even let you play with it a little, because I guess that is what you are thinking about.”

Diane swallowed hard, forcing her eyes away from the huge chocolate colored cock to look at Scott, only to realize that he had a scorching hard on that was staring at her, calling her and urging her to do dirty things with it.

“That’s right, I also think that you should take off your clothes and join us in the water, and besides, it is unfair if you do not take off your clothes, since we have taken ours off and you have seen us nude already,” Joe said, walking towards her as she trembled, her blood rushing through her veins and making her feel weak.

“What? I…” she was at a loss of words as he reached for her dress and began unbuttoning the back before pulling the straps off her shoulders.

He went ahead and tugged her dress off, leaving her feeling exposed in front of both men as she stood there in just her bra, panties and sandals.

“I always thought that you were a very sexy woman, but seeing you like this, you are the sexiest woman that I have ever seen,” Tom said, looking at her up and down as he ran his hands down her sides, letting them rest on her hips and then pulling her closer to him.

She shivered when she felt his cock touching her belly, wondering what time it had become hard. Diane realized that she could not think straight with two hot handsome naked men with her and ready to fuck the daylights out of her. Her pussy became all steamy and without restraint, her hand went down to Joe's cock and touched it lightly, shuddering at the mere hardness of the manhood.

“It is so huge,” she said softly as she rubbed her hand over the hardness, before wrapping her fingers around it to begin jerking it up and down slowly.

This was the sort of cock that would get a huge horny woman like her satisfied. She was still marveling at the size of the dick in her hand when dark lips descended onto hers, fusing as they began to kiss furiously. This was her first time to make out with a black man, and she could not believe the level of arousal that she was feeling. His hands went onto her breasts, massaging them over her bra. Diane felt as if Joe was making love to her with his lips and hands, every movement sending waves directly to her vagina and making her even hotter and hornier. She continued to massage and jerk his dick as they kissed like it was the end of the world. Lost in her quest for passion, Diane was vaguely aware as Scott unhooked her bra and then hooked his fingers into her wet panties and pulled them off. As she kicked the panties off her feet, she felt Scott shifting behind her, and the next thing she felt was his hand pressing in between her thighs. She parted her legs a little wider as she felt his fingers rubbing over her clit deliciously, before they pressed into her pussy.

Diane moaned into Joe's mouth, holding her breath as she felt Scott's finger pushing deep into her vagina. She felt so needy standing there in the afternoon heat, naked and kissing one man as another man fingered her. She was about to get the best of two worlds, black and white, and there was something really refreshing about that that made her horny as hell. Diane had never felt so in need of a cock like she was feeling right now. She wanted someone to shag her well, in a way that she had never been fucked before, and unable to hold it any longer, she decided that she wanted Joe's dark snake to bite her.

“Joe,” she said, peeling her lips away from his and looking into his passion filled eyes. “I want you to make love to me, fuck me like I’m yours.”

“That will be my pleasure, princess, I thought of this moment the whole drive from the city, and I can't believe that it is actually happening. Why don’t you get down on the ground so that I can bone you,” he said, rubbing his hand over his massive erection as Diane complied with his request.

“Come on, Scott, I'll suck you off as Joe fucks me,” she said, getting onto her hands and knees on the grassy patch of the river bank.

“I can assure you that by the time the weekend is over, you might not be able to walk,” Scott said, throwing some clothes down in front of her and then sitting on them, his cock towering beneath her.

Scott's dick was not as huge as Joe's, but still, it was a very impressive size. She lowered her head to it and wrapped her lips around the head, beginning to suck on it. Behind her, she felt Joe parting her buttocks wide, and she trembled when she felt the wetness of his tongue making a trail down her butt crack. When it got to her butt hole, Diane held her breath as Joe stuck the tongue into it, a wave of pleasure coursing through her body as she moved her butt from side to side. As Joe gave her ass a tongue job, she felt his fingers roughly searching through her aching sex. He roughly pushed two fingers into her drenched love slit, driving them in roughly. Diane moaned onto the cock in her mouth, hoping that Joe would fuck her just as roughly as he was fingering her. she could already imagine the sort of pleasure that she would feel, his huge dark cock inside her wet pussy, ploughing away as if there was no tomorrow.

She felt his tongue sliding over the sensitive patch of skin between her anus and her pussy, and as he parted her thighs a little wider, she felt his tongue reaching into her pussy. She was feeling so horny; Diane could feel her love juices rolling down her inner thighs. Joe licked her pussy for a moment before she felt him shifting. She felt his cock pressing in between her thighs, and she moaned onto Scott's cock when Joe slammed his massive shaft into her slit, filling her up with both his manhood and a pleasure she could not imagine. The cock was so thick, it tugged her clit into the pussy with it, giving Diane a sensation that she had never experienced before. Joe held her by the hips and began pounding her hard and fast. She could feel his balls slapping deliciously against lower side and heightening the erotic pleasure that she was feeling. She almost could not believe that she was being fucked outside, under the sun and somewhere where any of the other co-workers would find them. He felt thick and amazing in her, and to heighten the pleasure that she was feeling, she struggled to grasp the cock with her pussy muscles, only to realize that the monster shaft had filled her completely.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” she moaned over and over as she pulled her mouth off Scott's cock and leaned her head down, looking under her at the way black skin was connecting with white skin, the hottest thing that she had seen in a long time.

*****

Joe held Diane by the hips as he pounded her. She had a huge body, huge ass, big breasts but a very tight pussy, and he was loving the sensations that it was bringing his dick. He also loved the fact that this was a big, beautiful woman who was adventurous with cock. Any average woman would have shied away from the prospect of being fucked by two men at the same time outside in the forest. He had always wondered what it would feel like to fuck a woman with another man, and now he was actually experiencing it. He slapped her butt hard, making her moan out loudly. He rammed her pussy harder and it was not long before he felt her vagina quaking over his manhood, alerting him that she was climaxing. Her cunt juiced up deliciously over his dick as she came, moaning and digging her nails into the grass. This was one of the most intense orgasms that he had ever seen, and what he liked about Diane was the fact that she enjoyed it and let it show in her moans and movements.

As soon as her climax came to an end, Scott pulled his dick out of her mouth and then Joe quickly got onto his back, before picking her up easily and making her straddle him over his waist. She was one hell of a horny woman and so a good fuck is what she was going to get. She lowered herself back onto him, taking a hold of his dark shiny cock and guiding it into her steamy and slick pussy. He reached for her shoulders and pulled her onto him so that she was lying on his chest. His lips sought hers, and he kissed her deeply, getting a taste of the residue from Scott's cock in her mouth. Thinking of Scott, he motioned for him to get on top so that they sandwiched Diane between them, one fucking her pussy and the other her butt hole. If she pulled through this one, she was one hell of a woman. Joe began driving his dick in and out of her pussy as Scott moved on top of her, parting her butt cheeks and running his tongue through the butt crack. Joe felt Scott's hot breath on his cock as Scott tucked his tongue into Diane's butt hole. He then took a hold of his dick and pressed the tip against the rim of Diane's anus, and Joe felt her tensing up and moaning into his mouth.

*****

Diane had never been ass fucked, and she was not sure how it was going to feel, but she wanted it anyway. Her pussy was already filled to the brim and she held her breath when she felt Scott pressing his dick into her butt hole. He drove it in slowly, stopping after every inch to let her butt hole get used to the new intrusion. At first it was a little painful, but that soon turned to pleasure, and especially when she felt the two cocks rubbing over each other through the thin membrane that divided her two holes. She felt like a virgin in different ways. For starters, Joe's cock was so thick and long, it had made her feel like a virgin all over again, and then there was the fact that this was the first time that a cock had ever penetrated her butt. Their bodies were all sweaty as the men sandwiched her, boning her eagerly. They fucked her in such a way that when one cock was driving in, the other was pulling out, and it was not long before she felt the heat within her folds beginning to heighten, letting her know that her second climax of the session was not very far off.

The cocks wiggled in and out of her love holes harder and faster, and within no time, she felt her orgasm coming to life. She shuddered, coming hard, just as she felt Joe's come exploding into her cunt, while Scott's into her butt hole. The three of them climaxed gloriously, and she could not believe that they still had the whole weekend before them.

The three of them collapsed into a puddle of skin, sweat and love juices as they all stared at the sky and caught their breath. Diane felt like she could really get into these team building exercises.

“Okay boys, now let’s catch ourselves some delicious bass!” Dian exclaimed as she pulled at both Scott and Joe’s hands. The threesome laughed joyfully as they picked up their clothes and headed closer to the river.

THE END

The Betrothal

Chapter 1: The Visit

Summerly Court, Suffolk

August 20, 1816

It was in the “Year Without a Summer” when Sarah first set eyes on Commander Harrison William Hargrove, recently returned from his duties in the South Pacific. She had no way of knowing it would be an auspicious occasion, given the exact nature of their meeting. Yet, it was a meeting that profited, at the least, by being memorable.

              After completing her chores on the farm, she began her early afternoon with the necessary weekly journey into the village with Beth, her youngest sister. It was a mandatory ritual, one that she usually enjoyed all the more when Beth accompanied her. Some years later, Sarah would become one of the first ladies of her county to purchase a bicycle, or “running horse”. Her family struggled in the past year to do farm work without the benefit of an actual horse – Augustus had died during the bitter cold of that spring – so in later years she would come to appreciate the convenience. However, on this chill, rainy August day, walking was an unfortunate necessity for her family’s continued sustenance.

              “My feet tire, sister,” Beth complained. She was still quite little for her age and full of energy most days, but on this particular day, the four-mile journey was wearing upon her. Her brown curls, so like Sarah’s own, bounced as she walked and she would have looked the very picture of a sweet young child were she not about to launch into one of her well-practiced long complaints.

              On any other day, she was a delight to be around and Sarah found her to be the sibling she most naturally felt an affinity towards. Today would not be that day, though.

              “You are more hungry than tired, I should expect,” Sarah chided her. She felt her cheeks growing cold as they walked and, to her continued bemusement, observed tendrils of fog from her own warm breath mixing with the wintery currents about them. “And this would account for your ill mood. I trust you will feel much relieved when we reach Aunt Mary’s.”

              Beth stopped and kicked at the dirt with her worn leather shoes. “It’s not fair! I don’t want to visit Aunt Mary, I don’t.”

              “Don’t be silly. She dotes on you.”

              “She will pinch my cheeks and call me baby names,” Beth complained, folding her arms.

              Sarah knelt down beside her, gently pinching her sister’s cheek. “Oh, do you mean like this? ‘There’s my widdle Bethy-Wethy, come to call upon her dear old Auntie!” she said, the words in a high, wheedling voice that was a little too like their real Aunts.

              Beth broke into peels of giggles and pushed her hand away. “If she calls me her darling Sweet Pea once more I shall simply scream.”

              “That would be terribly unwelcome. Your voice is even shriller than ‘dear old Auntie’s’ when you have a mind to make it so heard.”

              Beth sighed and reached over to take Sarah’s hand. “I wish we didn’t have to go to town at all. Why must she see us all the time?”

              Not knowing the specifics of the familial relationship to Aunt Mary, Sarah kept her counsel. “She’s old and loves us very much. It’s not so much to ask to expect a visit. We call upon her as much to see that she is well as she does to see how much you’ve grown. We must go and present ourselves for her benefit as well as ours. Do you understand?”

              “Yes, I suppose. Could Louisa go in my stead next time? It’s too far to walk.”

              They continued reluctantly trudging along the dirt road. Until recently, there had been drifting snow and ice to make the usual trek far more uncomfortable and even dangerous on the coldest of days. However, the abnormal winter had slightly lessened by August, and though the ground was hard, the unending winter wasn’t as bad.

              “Father would have us treat her with courtesy and kindness. I can rely upon you, can’t I?”

              The young girl shrugged her shoulders. “You can. It’s not very fun though and I will complain to father about it.”

Giving the matter further consideration, Sarah decided to hint at the necessity. “Think of how many others are less fortunate than we. The Dawsons, the Havershams, the Roberts family - their crops are all failing. In her way, Aunt Mary is our security against these difficulties.”

              “So- they won’t have as much money?” Beth tugged at her bonnet strap, looking uncomfortable.

              “It is rather more serious than that. But I don’t wish to dampen your spirits. There’s lovely Wyecombe now. Be a good girl and put on your brightest smile.”

              Beth glanced up at her, showing off her estimation of what Sarah had asked for. Her older sister chuckled in response. “Even Aunt Mary with her failing vision will see through that pretense! You must do better.”

“Oh well. I’ll practice.” Beth suggested. Although to Sarah’s ears, her promise didn’t sound particularly sincere.

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              “Ah, let me look at you, let me look at you,” Aunt Mary demanded, gazing upon the two girls at her doorstep. Nineteen year-old Sarah stood at eye level with her aunt, but her sister, ten years her younger, required Mary to stare down her pince-nez to see her.

              “Not eating well enough. That can be remedied soon enough. Come inside, before you catch your deaths of cold, children.”

              She bustled the pair into the warmth of Summerly Court and led them into the sitting room. The moment that Beth was seated, Aunt Mary reached down taking both her cheeks in her hands, an unprecedented double pinch. “My widdle Bethy is getting so tall! I scarcely recognize you; you have changed so much since our last visit.”

              “It is lovely to see you, Aunt.” Beth beamed a cherubic smile at her relative, much to Sarah’s relief.

              “Goodness, child, such a smile. And here I was thinking that you had grown weary of my company! Louisa, Sarah, and Jane I see often, but you-“

              “It’s been very cold, you know, and I’m not as good of a walker as I should like,” Beth lied. She’d actually begged, bargained, and pleaded with her siblings to avoid the past two visits that should have been part of her rotation. By creating enough of a nuisance, she’d gotten what she wanted.

              “You’re here now, and that’s all that matters” her aunt proclaimed before setting herself down in a tall-backed, overstuffed chair. “Tell me in truth, Sarah, how do the animals on the farm fare?”

This was Sarah’s cue to fill her in on all that was taking place on their ancestral holdings. The Whitcastles had once been great land barons, rulers of a manor and several holdings across much of East Anglia during the Middle Ages. As the centuries passed them by, the Whitcastles had gradually seen their possessions dwindle through custodial mismanagement or hard times. The last of their lands encompassed a modest acreage and represented a great deal of daily work for Mr. Charles Whitcastle, his wife Frances, and their four daughters.

              However, Charles’ sister Mary, his senior by more than a decade, had been fortunate in her marriage to a wealthy exporter. Their uncle passed on some years earlier, but the estate he’d left in care of Aunt Mary had been impressive in size. Careful investment had left Mary with the ability to sustain her family at the price of a weekly visit from her nieces and the family attending to any particular whim that caught her attention. She was a decent-hearted benefactor, if on occasion a touch tyrannical.

              “The cattle have suffered little, thanks to your payment of the feed bill to Mr. Dunlop, Aunt. The sheep are well. The poultry, I confess, do not lay as they should and have not weathered the cold as we had all hoped. It has become necessary to prepare many more meals from chicken. I should think they will all be spent before long.”

              “Dodger has gone lame!” Beth loudly interrupted.

              This had Aunt Mary’s instant and confused attention. “A lady’s voice should be heard only within the room she speaks, not throughout the entire household, child. Who, pray tell, is this Dodger?”

              “One of the dogs. It is nothing,” Sarah reassured her. They all stopped their conversation to listen as the wind outside howled. The noise apparently reminded Aunt Mary of something unpleasant, and she rolled her eyes theatrically before continuing.

              “Sarah, I know you are unnaturally fond of watching the ships come in to port. If you wish, now would be the ideal time for your walk and for you to spy them. I fear the snows and sleet may be returning, and if that is so, then you must both stay the night here at Summerly Court. Though, I must say, whatever it is that fascinates you with these tall ships I’m sure I don’t know.”

              “It’s the romance of the sea, I suppose.” Sarah tried to explain, but her Aunt raised her hand quickly.

              “I do not care to hear your justifications for these expeditions yet again, thank you. Youthful fancies and flights of the imagination matter not a jot to me, you see. I merely wish for you to be on your way now if you are going to do so, as we shall take tea in one hour. It’s all so frightfully pointless, as I see it, to gaze upon great hulks of wood and nails, managed by so many great, doltish rabble. Be that as it may, one must agree that the exercise is beneficial for a young woman, so make haste if you really must.”

              Grateful for an opportunity for escape, Sarah quickly bundled back up and bid goodbye to the two before stepping back into the biting wind.

              She had walked nearly halfway to the docks when a blast of frigid air rushed up the street and into her face. Briefly, she considered turning back. It wasn’t a far walk, though, and the small town of Wyecombe had a safe reputation, even for unaccompanied ladies. She had merely turned a corner from her Aunt’s home to reach the main, descending main street leading to the port’s modest docks.

              Sarah knew that her family felt her interest in shipping was unhealthy and unladylike. It had never deterred her from these walks during her weekly visits. She lived for the sight and smell of the North Sea, and felt most at home when she spotted tall masts with white, billowing sails on the horizon. Though she’d never set foot off land, it had long been her fantasy that she would get to visit the distant ports of the world, places like Shanghai, Boston, or Bombay. Anywhere but the daily grind of the country would be a welcome change in her dull patterns of life.

              She was lost in thought as she passed beside a tavern when the door opened, nearly knocking her off her feet. Two young men stepped out and ribbed one another as they saw her stumble.

              “Easy there, my fine lass! Find your sea legs.” The tall blonde admonished her. Wearing rough, woolen clothing and a scarlet kerchief around his neck, he grabbed her shoulders to steady her. “You all right, then?”

              “Yes. Yes, thank you.” She tried to step around him, but his grip tightened.

              “Now then, where’s a pretty morsel of a lass like yourself bound for? Come in and share a cup with me and my mate. It’s only sociable.”

              “Sir, kindly allow me to pass. I ask for nothing further from the likes of you.” She had meant to be polite in hopes of shaming him from his aggressive hospitality, but found she couldn’t hide her contempt at the last minute. A flash of anger in his eyes warned Sarah she might have trouble getting out of the situation.

              He scoffed and his partner stepped next to him, helping block her towards a possible avenue of escape. “You’ve a saucy and sharp tongue, my girl. I think I may well teach you manners!” He drew back his hand to slap her and she cringed, covering her face with her hands.

Instead of feeling the sharp sting of his open palm, she heard the sailor cry out in pain. She peeked between her fingers in time to see a wild-looking white-haired man with a black stick viciously beating the two men about the head.

              “Back to the boat, you vile curs!” he shouted with all his strength, furiously wailing on each of them with his walking stick. A large-built man with a thick, unkempt white beard, he continued yelling and berating them as they ran away from him. “Treating a lady so contemptibly! I’ll see you flogged for it, mark my words Job McCracken!”

              Once they had hustled further out of view, the gentleman with the walking stick turned and bowed to Sarah. “Miss, do accept my humble apologies on behalf of the crew of
The Duke of Norcastle
. Such knavery will not go unpunished; believe you me. They’ll be given stripes across the back they’ll remember well; you may put your faith in it.”

              Sarah blanched at the prospect of the brutality. “I thank you for your kindness, sir. It would seem to me an un-Christian thing to do, to cause pain upon my behalf. I beg you reconsider this punishment.”

              “Begging your pardon, miss, but order must be kept amongst the crew of such a ship. They’re as likely to tear out their own throats if they think they can get away with it.”

              A fourth man was striding rapidly towards them from the direction of the docks, and as she caught his eye, she realized his intent must be of a serious nature. She quickly took in his demeanor. Young and muscular, the British officer had a deep gash across his closely-shaved, aquiline right cheek. Curls of dark black hair fell from under his hat and he brushed one away from his eyes. Though he wore the clothes of a British officer, there struck her to be Mediterranean features about him as well. A man with an equally young but far paler visage followed closely behind, each of them in blue frock coats and white waistcoats.