Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2012 08:05:05 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Francis. Part Four.

    This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

     Part Four

     It was quite early when I awoke, my eyes feeling all sticky from the
crying I had done during the night, and realised that it was Sunday. I got
up and after using the toilet, washed myself very thoroughly, not having
lit the boiler, I couldn't have a shower. Without getting dressed, I
wandered downstairs naked and made myself some coffee. I had it black
because there wasn't any milk. Breakfast came out of tins and I felt rather
miserable sitting there, looking out at the back garden that would soon
look like a jungle again without the two ladies to tend to it.

     I had to shake off these dark thoughts by concentrating on Donald, and
how glad he would be to see me. My last letter to him had only been a short
one from Sydney, saying that I was changing ships and couldn't give a
definite date of arrival back home. I didn't see the point of writing from
anywhere else, as I would most probably get home before them. So it would
be a nice surprise for him when he did see me earlier than expected.

     I went upstairs a lot brighter and laid out the purchases I had made
in Regent's Street. I put on my new underwear, getting the same thrill as I
drew the sheer silk stockings up my legs to attach to the suspender belt,
getting an erection as I viewed myself in the wardrobe mirror as I put on
the wispy brassiere. This I padded before putting on my new black dress,
smoothing it down over my hips, turning first one way and then the other,
making sure that the seams of my stockings were straight.

     At the dressing table, I carefully made myself up, erring to the
cautious side by using it all lightly. Satisfied with my appearance, I put
on my high heeled shoes and finally my hat, the veil pulled down so that it
covered the upper half of my face.

     With one last look at my appearance in the mirror, I went downstairs
again and sat in the parlour, watching and waiting for Donald to go to the
church for the morning service. Then ten minutes before it was due to
begin, my heart gave a leap as I saw him emerge out from the vicarage and
make his way to the church.

     I saw him look towards the house, and I involuntary shrank back
further into the room to keep out of sight for a little while longer. But
it was only a brief glance that he gave, and I like to think that it was
something he did every time he came out of his home, whether to go to the
church or on any other errand.

     I watched other people make their way past to go to the Sunday morning
service, and when I knew it was about to begin, I gathered up my bouquets
and left the house. I took my time moving down the path and turning into
the grounds of the church, and appeared to have timed it right because the
music started to play just as I entered the cool interior. I moved closer
inside and sat myself down in the back row of pews and automatically
counted the number of people in the congregation.

     I was surprised to see so many. I counted thirty seven, and with the
choir, Donald and myself, we made up nearly half the total of the whole
village. Better than the last time I had been in there, and that was only
just over three months ago, things were looking up for Donald.

     My heart skipped a beat as he emerged from the vestry to begin the
service, I saw the quizzical look he gave to me, alone in the back of the
church. I cannot remember the sermon at all, or of the hymns we sung. All I
could hear was the sound of his voice, the tone, the timbre of it that sent
shivers up and down my spine.

     The service came to an end and I hadn't realised it. People had risen
from their seats and were following Donald down the aisle to the doorway. I
watched him turn his head to look at me, his eyes still had the question in
them as he passed by. I watched the choir disappear into the vestry to
change as the last of the worshippers went out of the church.

     I gathered up my flowers and followed that last person till I was in
the porch where I stopped. I watched him shake the last hand and he looked,
I knew, to see who the stranger in his church was. He could see me standing
there in the porch and it was then that I lifted my veil.

     His eyes lit up and a huge grin spread across his face. If he had been
more than four paces away, I'm sure he would have ran, but it was with very
quick strides and he was there before me.

     `Francis!' he exclaimed, and with a quick look round, took me into his
arms and pulled me out of sight to smother my face with kisses. `Francis,
Francis, Francis,' he kept repeating between kissing my lips, eyes nose and
wherever else he could. `I couldn't believe it was you,' he said into my
ear as he gave me an almost rib cracking hug. `You look absolutely
stunning,' his eyes alight as he held me away from him to be able to look
at me better. I'd been unable to get a word in and was quite out of breath
from that crushing embrace of his.

     `Donald darling, I've missed you so much!' Tears came to my eyes and
he hugged me again. He hurriedly let me go when we heard voices coming up
the aisle as the choir made their way out, saying their goodbyes as they
left, curious glances being made towards me as they departed. Then he took
me in his arms again and kissed me before holding me again at arm's length.

     `You left here as a boy and now come back as a woman. A beautiful
young woman dressed...in black...oh,' his face crumbled as he noticed the
flowers for the first time and knew why I was in black. `Oh my darling, I'm
so sorry,' he said, choking back his tears, `I'm so very, very sorry,' and
he then gently and tenderly put his arms round me and leaned his head
against mine.

     `Where are they lying,' I asked, my voice low and husky with a big
lump that had come up into my throat, forgetting that he'd already told me
where in his letter.

     `They're resting alongside your parents. We haven't received the
headstones yet. Your Aunt Ethel is this side of your Aunt Agnes, next to
your mother, their sister.'

     `I bought these to place on their graves,' I said holding up my small,
partly crushed bunches of flowers. I started to walk along the path and
Donald also began to walk with me, but I stopped.

     `No Donald. Please let me be with them on my own for a few
minutes. You go and change, and then you can have me for the rest of the
day.' My subconscious mind had uttered those words, giving them a double
meaning. I don't think he picked up on it.

     `I understand,' he said, and I could hear the emotion in his
voice. `You're quite right. I'll be five minutes or so, but you stay there
as long as you want. I'll wait until you're ready to leave.'

     He went off, back into the church, and I walked down to where I knew
my parents rested, and I could see the two mounds that had my aunts
beneath.

     I knelt first at my parent's grave and laid down one bunch of
flowers. I said a prayer, but I cannot remember what it was I said, only
that I added, with a wry smile, that I think they would be amazed to see
their son now kneeling beside them dressed as a woman. Then I placed the
other flowers on the graves of my aunts, saying a little prayer for each of
them, thanking them for bringing me up and making me into what I was. Glad
that they had made me into a girl and giving me their love in the process.

     I had heard the footsteps of Donald come along the path and stop, and
knew that he wouldn't interrupt me from saying my farewells. I had been
kneeling for nearly ten minutes, and as I started to rise, felt myself
start to sway. Donald was quickly by my side, his hand, strong on my elbow,
steadying me as I stood upright. I hadn't realised how straining and
difficult it was, kneeling down whilst wearing high heels.

     `Come, let me take you home Francis, and I'll tell you what happened.'
I clung to his arm as we moved off.

     `No Donald. I want you to take me to your home and make love to me
first. You don't know how I have waited for today.' He put his arm around
me and we slowly walked the gravel path out of the churchyard and up to the
vicarage.

     As soon as the door closed behind us, I took off my hat and flung
myself into his arms. We kissed and kissed there in the hall, until I could
stand no more the aching hurt that I could feel in my balls. I dragged him
up the narrow staircase and into his bedroom. It was still the same,
nothing had changed. I feverishly pulled at his clothing and he had to help
me get them off. I fell to my knees and took his erection into my mouth,
slobbering and sucking for all I was worth.

     He prised me off of him and lifted me up till I was standing
straight. He helped me off with my dress and he gave a low whistle at the
sight of me for the first time in a woman's underwear. My erection was
straining the panties that I was wearing, so he pulled them down, freeing
me from the constriction. It banged against the side of his face as he
knelt down to take the panties off as I lifted each foot in turn.

     Then he took me into his mouth, my balls throbbing and aching for the
release that would soon be coming. I held his head in my hands as I mouth
fucked him, his hand preventing me from choking him as I strained against
him, pouring out a seemingly, never ending stream of hot sperm. My
trembling subsided as the flow lessened and the ache in my balls eased, and
allowed him to swallow and then lick me clean.

     He finally stood up, his erection quivering and swaying before me, his
need now was as great as mine had been, but I wanted it somewhere else. I
put my hands up behind my back to unclip my bra, when he said rather
hoarsely, `No! Leave it on. Leave it all on!' I realised then that certain
men like the Count, Clement and now Donald, appeared to be excited by
seeing another man wearing ladies underwear.

     Well it even turned me on, and I was the one wearing them! I could see
the desperate state he was getting in, his cock bouncing up and down like a
demented thing. He would be shooting his load before long, and not in the
right place if I didn't get a move on. He began to fumble for the pot of
cream, but I stopped him.

     `No! I want the pain. I want to feel every inch of you, now Donald,
please.' I didn't waste time getting on the bed, but just turned and bent
over, putting my hands on the bed as he moved behind me. I gasped at the
sharp pain and fiery heat seared up inside as he entered me, pushing the
lava flow forward till my stomach burned and felt the jolt as our bodies
came together.

     It was with fierce savage thrusts that Donald couldn't but help as he
took me, such was his need. He held me tight as he banged away, his balls
slapping me as his thighs met the cheeks of my bum. It was with an almost
continuous groan that he uttered as he moved his burning rod in and out of
me. Until he came, and come he did! I didn't think he was going to stop his
frantic jerking as I could feel the issue pumping into me. He almost
bruised me as he held our bodies so tight together as he gave his last
throes of ejaculation.

     My legs were weak from his heavy, forceful, but needful release within
my body. He must have been the same, because he seemed to stagger slightly
as he withdrew and tottered off to the bathroom. We hadn't had the time to
fill a basin and bring it into the bedroom along with the towels. I fell
forward onto my arms on the bed, driblets of sperm coming from my penis,
such was the force of my desire for him after already having shot my load a
few minutes earlier.

     My bum was still in the air when he returned, and I felt the cool wet
cloth being used to wipe me clean before a rough towel dried me. He helped
me onto the bed where I lay like a worn out doll. One of the studs of the
stockings had popped and the top had rolled a little way down from the top
of my thigh. Donald climbed on alongside me, and leaning on his elbow,
fumbled, but got the stud back into the stocking top and reclipped it in
place. His then stroked my leg as far as he could reach, giving a sigh as
he did so.

     He then rolled over to me properly and kissed me, several times as I
kissed him back in return, our tongues weaving a dance of their own between
our parted lips.

     `Don't do this to me again,' he breathed in an agonised voice. `When I
saw it was you, my heart leaped up into my mouth and my piece swelled up in
an instant, and pained me immediately. How I got through this last half
hour without coming in my trousers, I do not know.' He kissed and stroked
me for several minutes before he spoke again. `I've missed you so much
Francis that I thought my heart would break. It almost did when...when
I...when your aunt...' He stopped, for the tears were running down his face
and I could see that they were choking him. Tears immediately sprouted from
mine, and so we clung to each other, our tears wetting each other's
shoulder as we cried for the one's we had lost.

                                                           *

     The afternoon slowly passed along, both of us not noticing, or caring,
that lunchtime had long since gone by, before we could both talk without
one of us bursting into tears.

     `Your Aunt Agnes fell ill, shortly after you had sailed. We, your Aunt
Ethel and I, thought it was just a chill. How she got it, we couldn't
guess. When she got worse, I got the doctor out again and he immediately
had me call an ambulance to come to take her to the hospital. It had
developed into pneumonia, and try as they might, they couldn't save
her. She just fell deeper into a coma and silently slipped away. I must say
this, she was well loved in the village, and I don't think there was one
absentee when we laid her to rest. There were more people there than we had
pews for.' I gave him a grin at that.

     `First time a full house then?' my smile a bit lopsided, but he
understood my humour.

     `No,' he said, his voice just above a whisper. `It was the second
time.' His voice choked on the next part. `The first was for your mother
and father. The third time was for Aunt Ethel.' He paused to brush away a
fresh set of tears, and I had a job keeping mine in, trying to hide them by
kissing him. He carried on, though there was a sob in his voice.

     `It was less than a week after we had laid poor Aunt Agnes to
rest. Ethel had gone to put some flowers on her sister's grave, and, and
she must have stumbled. It's the only explanation we could come up with. I
left here to go to the church, and then I saw this bundle by the grave. Oh
if only I had gone over sooner,' he wailed, `it might have made all the
difference!' I soothed him by stroking his shoulder and one cheek as I
kissed the other.

     `It was Ethel lying there,' he continued after a moment. `She must
have tripped or something, and in falling, had hit her head on the
headstone of your parent's grave, because she was there stretched across
it. Her head had a deep wound though there was little blood to be seen. I
raced back here and telephoned for an ambulance, and when it arrived, I
went back with it, taking her to the hospital. I stayed with her, but she
never regained consciousness.

     We buried her alongside her sister three days later. Again, we had a
full turn out from the village. Since then, the congregation has almost
doubled, though I would rather have an empty church if that was the cost.'
I held him tight because I think he felt the loss more than me, being here
and having to keep a stiff upper lip as vicar of the village.

     We lay together for about an hour, me stroking his cheek as he fondled
my small cock and balls. Youth prevails though, and it wasn't long before
it had risen and become hard in his hand. He gently worked it up and down
and I liked the pleasure that it was giving me.

     `Do you want to do it to me, or shall I use my mouth again?'

     `I like your mouth,' I smiled, straightening myself out on the bed,
`whether it's up here or down there, I like to watch.' He smiled as he
slowly moved down the bed, trying to hold his eyes on mine, but had to look
away when he missed me the first time.

     Then by looking at what he was doing, took me in and sucked me off. I
stroked his hair as he bobbed up and down on me and I then held his head as
others have done to me, as I pumped up and shot into his mouth. He held it
there till I had finished coming and then let me see it before he smiled
and swallowed it.

     He must have saved some, because when he came up and kissed me, I felt
him pass some of it across. I swallowed it and smiled back as I then gave
him a big open mouthed kiss, our tongues again playing tag. As we played, I
felt his cock start to stiffen up against my side. I moved my body so that
I could reach down and ease it out for it to be more comfortable. Even as I
held it, I could feel it growing and getting harder in my hand.

     `I think you're ready again Donald,' I said with a giggle, `so make
love to me again, facing me this time. I love to see your face when you
come inside me.'

     `I somehow think that you are now talking dirty to me,' he said with a
grin as he got off the bed and got the cream pot. I moved the pillows from
under my head and threw them down the bed. He plumped them up and I lifted
up my hips for him to place them below me. I settled down so the back of my
hips were high up and my body bent downwards from the waist so that really
only the tops of my shoulders and head were flat on the bed. I had my legs
straight up in the air and opened them for him to place some cream in the
vital area.

     He got onto the bed, his cock waving about till he settled himself
between my thighs and the backs of my ankles were on his shoulders. He
shuffled forward on his knees a little and his cock disappeared from my
view, but I could feel it probing about in the cream. It must have a homing
device I thought as it ceased moving in the right place, and with Donald
holding my upper thighs, moved his body forward. He slowly pressured my
entrance until it suddenly popped in, and he pulled me slightly further
towards him, his cock swelling my insides as he moved deeper within
me. With my legs straight up against his chest, the cheeks of my bum tight
against his thighs, he began his rocking motion. This moved him in and out
of me and I just loved that smile he gave as he slowly fucked me.

     He took his time and I wasn't in any hurry. His slow thrusts were a
balm to the hidden heat inside me, the throb of his cock beating a steady
tattoo all along my canal as he moved in and out. All the time he smiled as
we rocked together, both getting our pleasure from the joining of our two
bodies. But nature takes its course, and when it wants to come, it
comes. His movements, instead of being slow and steady, became faster and
more erratic as he plunged in and out of me. His smile remained on his
face, but became strained as he gripped my legs tighter the faster he
moved, until with the typical groan, held me fast as his cock then pumped
of its own accord.

     The feel of a cock as it reaches that pinnacle is a tremendous
experience. It swells even larger than normal and seems to have a heartbeat
of its own as it throbs and beats against your insides, pumping out the
very reason for it being there. You can't feel the streaming sperm where it
comes out as one continuous flow and only recognise it by the heat that it
generates. The spurt and spitting cock is easily identified as it's like
the splashing of hot water on your hand, not scalding, but hot enough for
you to feel the splatter. Then you feel the warmth of it as it slides round
your inside, following the path of gravity to the lowest point.

     Donald's I felt, the short sharp jets hitting me inside before merging
into the mini lava flow that heated and yet cooled the fire within me. The
only problem with this position is that you cannot effectively cuddle and
still stay coupled. To do so would be to break the back of the recipient,
that being me, already half bent from the outset.

     Considering the angle I was bent at, it was not with the same
reluctance that I let him pull out of me, easing the strain on my back. His
cock was red and fiery when he did, and he got off the bed and went and
washed himself, leaving me to straighten myself out. He came back with the
wet cloth and washed and dried my rear for me.

                                                           *

     I cannot remember which of us said it, but the mention of food made us
both realise that we'd not had lunch, and it would not be long before it
was time for the Sunday evening service. We both got dressed, though I had
a lot less to put on considering I'd stayed half dressed throughout the
whole afternoon's sex.

     I made a tea for us which we demolished in short order, and then
prepared something for us to eat after the service. I popped over to my
place to freshen up, wash myself and put on some light make-up. I watched
Donald go to the church and after a few people made their way inside, I put
on my hat, the veil being pushed up now, went off to the church myself.

     I went in and made my way down to the front and sat in our pew that I
hadn't sat in for some years now, having been up with the choir. I sat
three places in from the aisle for this service out of respect for my two
aunts, and I could hear some murmurs from behind, but didn't turn round to
see who they were.

     The service began with Donald saying a short piece to the small
congregation that I had returned and had asked him to express my feelings
of gratitude to the village as a whole. For their generous turn out to the
services that he had given for the funerals of her dearly beloved aunts.

     It was typical of Donald to have thought of that, because I certainly
hadn't, and I loved him dearly for saying what I should have given voice
to. I gave him a smile and mouthed a wordless thank you when he
finished. He smiled back and then continued on with the service.

     At the end, I followed him to stand in the porch next to him. I didn't
feel at all self conscious standing there dressed as I was, because they
had all seen me grow up as a girl, so would think nothing of it to see me
now as a grown up young woman. What did disturb me though, was when I shook
hands with them all, the men gave me a little bow and the women a bob of
their bodies as I accepted their condolences. A few of them even said
m'lady as they bobbed.

     With the last of them gone, I went back into the church with Donald
and into the vestry where the choir had just finished changing. They were
on the point of leaving, and they too, gave me their condolences as they
departed, leaving Donald and myself alone.

     `It's strange that it all started here,' I mused, running my hand
across the vestry table where Donald had first jerked off, spilling his
seed upon the top. `You were thinking of seducing me, weren't you?' I asked
of him.

     `I must admit that, but in the end, it was you who seduced me into
loving you,' he answered. I sighed, not really caring who seduced whom, but
was satisfied that we both came out of it by loving each other. I think we
were both being tactful by not mentioning poor Rupert, and I waited while
Donald got changed.

     He turned out the lights when he was ready, and we walked back to the
vicarage arm in arm, my head resting on his shoulder as we did so. Once
inside, he lit the fire as I laid out the meal I had prepared earlier on
the small table before the hearth, and there we dined by the light of the
flickering flames.

     We also drank a whole bottle of wine in celebration of my coming
home. The last glasses of which we drank, me on the floor with my head in
his lap as we watched the dancing tongues of flame swirl and curl round
each other before reaching a peak and disappearing forever up the
chimney. His hand gently stroked my hair and I think we made a pretty
picture of contentment in that little front parlour.

     `What was with the m'lady business, the bows and bobs in the porch?' I
asked drowsily as I watched the flickering flames, loving the feel of his
fingers running through my hair.

     `Well, you're the Lady of the village now,' he said as drowsily as I
had spoken.

     `And what do you mean by that?'

     `It goes back a long time it seems. Your Grandfather, it appears, was
something of a despot here. He ruled the village so to speak. But, in
fairness, he was also kind and generous, but his word was law. Like a mayor
or Laird. Any disputes, the people looked to him to settle and they found
that he was fair in his judgement. He was respected, but also
feared. That's how your house became known as the den. The lion's den!'

       `How do you know this?' I asked.

       `I've lived here as long as you have, and I've had these stories
told to me by a lot of the old timers. Now don't interrupt.'

     `Sorry,' I said in a small voice, but snuggled closer in his lap with
a smile on my face at his authoritative tone.

     `Then when the old man died, your father took his place. He was not as
harsh, more easy going, and the villagers loved him for it. He could be
strict, but again, was fair in his judgement. He too was looked upon as the
head of the community. The whole village went into mourning at the death of
your parents and they seemed to become lost. But now you appear to have
matured, in their eyes, and therefore, the next in line, following your
father and grandfather in being, not the Lord of the Manor, but the Lady of
the Manor.'

     `Bullshit!' I said sitting up.

     `No it's not,' he laughed, pulling my head back down to his
lap. `You've just seen an example of that fact tonight. You are the Lady of
the Manor, and you cannot escape that.'

     `So what do I do?' I asked, somewhat in awe at what he had just said.

     `Just be yourself. Though whose genes you actually carry, I can't say
for you to have turned out as you are,' he laughed as he tweaked my ear.

     `You beast,' I laughed as I thumped his knee, and we lapsed into a
long silence.

     `Are you staying the night?' he asked, still stroking my hair.

     `I never thought you'd ask,' I replied, turning my head to smile up at
him. `I've been wanting to ever since we first made love, so long ago.'
With that, he took my empty glass from my hand and helped me stand up. I
somehow felt very bashful as we went into his bedroom to prepare for
bed. Going in there just for the purpose of sex was all right, but this
felt different. I was going to spend the whole night for the first time, in
the same bed with the man I was in love with, and it made me kind of shy.

     I quickly undressed and slid under the covers well before he was
ready. He was methodical this time in the taking off of his clothes. Not
the usual abandoned haste with them being scattered about as they were cast
aside. He turned the light off and I felt his weight shift the bed as he
slid in beside me. I was actually trembling like some virgin on her wedding
night, which this could almost be said of me, for it was going to be our
first whole night in his bed. I'm sure he felt my vibrations as he nestled
close to me under the covers.

     The covers didn't stay on too long. We kissed and stroked each other
and soon had assumed the sixty nine position, each vying to give the most
satisfying experience to the other. It was a playful time and it ended in a
draw with both of us coming at the same time, swallowing and sucking, and
then finishing it off with slow tongues to clean ourselves. Then, we got
together in each other's arms, cuddling, and I drifted off to sleep in the
strong arms of my lover.

                                                           *

     It must have been a very good night's sleep for me, because I seemed
to wake in the same position that I had fallen asleep in. The only
difference being that an erection was pressing hard against my bum from the
gently snoring Donald. Oh how lovely that feeling was, and I ached down
below and knew that I too had a hard on. He gave out a grunt as I moved and
he rolled onto his back, still giving out little snorts as he breathed. I
gently lifted the covers and slid down and woke him up by taking him in my
mouth.

     `You little devil,' I heard him exclaim, his voice muffled through the
covers over my head. `Turn round,' I heard him order. So without letting go
of him, I squirmed my body round so that my legs and feet stuck out of the
top of the bedclothes. I couldn't help but giggle round the mouthful I had
as he fumbled his own head under the covers to find me.

     `Tyke,' I thought I heard him say before I felt his hot breath and
then his wet mouth enclose around my stretched organ. It was a wonderful
coming together in both senses of the word. Me shooting first and then him
coming. We licked until we were dry and I then reversed my position and
brought out my tousled head to lay it alongside his.

     `That was a lovely awakening,' he said, giving me a kiss on the nose.

     `It was yours that woke me up. Digging me in the back like that it was
trying to find a new way into me,' I countered. `But it was a nice way to
be woken though,' I said as I rolled over so that I lay atop of him, my
blond hair falling down to create a little tent with our faces in the
middle.

     `What are your plans for today?' I asked, giving him a little peck on
the lips. `No. Don't tell me. I can guess, and that is that we are going to
spend the whole day in here and you are going to make love to me all day
long. Well as long as we can keep this little bugger,' I wiggled my crotch
against his, `rising to the occasion.'

     `Well I'll try,' he laughed, `that is if you want to go without food
for the day, by all means let us stay in bed.'

     `Oooh you're wicked you are, mentioning food,' I said. `I'm starving!
Let's go raid the larder.'

     I threw the covers back and got out of bed, pulling at his arm until
with a groan, gave in and got up. He reached out for his shirt, but I
pulled it out of his hand.

     `Let's really be wicked and stay without clothes for as long as we
can.'

     `That's indecent,' he said.

     `We're not going out of the house, so why is it indecent?'

     `Because it is! The Bible says...'

     `The Bible says a lot of things,' I interrupted, `and don't think that
you can quote it to me. I may not have attended a seminary, but I've heard
enough of your sermons to be able to counter all your arguments if you are
going to use the Good book. For every one that you come up with, I'll knock
down with another.'

     `Okay, okay, you win, but can we wash first?' he asked as he smacked
my bare bum as I skipped out of the bedroom. Though I was used to walking
around naked in a cabin with Diane, it gave me a thrill to be able to do so
in a house. Donald was very self conscious at first, and jumped every time
I goosed him. I liked to watch him as he moved about, his penis, now soft
and as big as mine when I was erect, sway and wobble as he walked across
the room. But by the afternoon, it almost seemed natural, except when I
went and sat on his lap. With my naked body against his soon caused his
temperature to rise, his cock along with it.

     `Now look what you've done,' he exclaimed as it began to show its head
between my thighs.

     `I've got two dicks now,' I laughed as my own cock hardened and they
were both there sticking up together. `I know what to do with one, but I
can't get them both into the same place at the same time.' We laughed and
he hugged me tight.

     `Go get the cream,' he said, so off I scampered upstairs, my dong
waving and bouncing before me. When I returned, Donald was sitting on a
hard backed chair from the kitchen, his erection sticking up and looking
very red and fierce. I knew that was the position he wanted, so I creamed
my bum and went to him. He helped me up, facing him as I straddled his lap
with my hands on his shoulders. I knew he was holding himself upright as I
arched my back and lowered myself down onto him. I felt him enter me and
both his hands came to my waist as I continued to lower myself, feeling him
fill me the lower I sank down till I was then sitting on his thighs with
him fully and firmly ensconced within me. It is a glorious position,
believe me. It is the best for full penetration, especially if your partner
holds your arms and you can swing your legs up. Then you know that he is in
you to the very hilt.

     We hugged each other tight, his cock firmly embedded within me and my
erection held between our stomachs as we jogged about on the chair. He was
moving up and down within me whilst I was being masturbated between our two
bodies. What a mess I made coming over our stomachs and lower chests. The
sticky goo being smeared as we moved together. I arched my body away from
him so that he could get a better ride by bouncing me up and down, strands
of my sperm stretching out between us as he firmly held me down on him as
he bucked and came inside me.

     We laughed at the mess we had made and had some good fun of cleaning
ourselves up and then the washing afterwards. We even squashed ourselves
into his little bath tub and stayed naked the whole day.

     When we finally went to bed, he said that he had thoroughly enjoyed
the day, licentious though it was to his way of thinking. But tomorrow
would have to be different as we would have to go out for milk, bread and
other food, but that was for the morrow, so after some more loving, I slept
for the second time in his bed, with him.

                                                           *

     It was a glorious early summer's morning. The sun was streaming into
the bedroom, and it was I that was being given the wake up call. I gave my
legs a stretch to let him know that I was awake, but I think he'd already
guessed that. I just lay back and enjoyed his mouth rising and falling on
my erection and I came in a lovely burst of colours, Donald having taken
care of this outcome, wormed his way up my body till his head popped out
from the covers to give me a kiss, which I returned.

     `Out, you lazy bones,' he cried, flinging the covers back and rolling
out of bed. `It's too fine a day to be spent in bed.'

     `What about you?' I asked as I flicked out my hand towards his
dangling penis, but he side stepped the attack.

     `I think you drained me last night. Plenty of time for that later. Now
come on, out!' and he moved off towards the bedroom door, giving my foot a
tickle which made me jump. As he went off to the bathroom, I got out of bed
and silently followed him and managed to goose him as he was taking a pee.

     `Little tyke!' he roared as his pee shot up the side of the wall. `Not
while I'm doing this,' he cried as he redirected his stream into the
bowl. I laughed and ran water into the basin to wash. Then it became a
water fight and we both finished up soaking wet and after we'd finished
kissing each other, dried ourselves on the towels that were still dry
enough to do so. It was a playful loving that we kept up all through my
leave.

     We got dressed and went downstairs and made a meagre breakfast from
what we could find in the pantry. It was just enough to satisfy immediate
hunger, but as he had said, we had to do some shopping. He had just started
to help clear away when he clapped his hand to his forehead. `With you
coming home early, I forgot!'

     `Forgot what?' I cried.

     `Tell you later,' he said as he went through to his small study and I
heard him pick up the phone. I'd done the dishes before he reappeared.

     `Well?'

     `Well what?' he countered.

     `You know damn well what,' I said.

     `I'll tell you later,' he said with a mischievous grin on his
face. `Now we must do some go and do some shopping or else starve, but,'
and he looked at the clothes I was wearing. `I don't think you should go to
the shop like that.'

     The day was Tuesday, and I must admit that they were the clothes I had
been wearing on Sunday, and black. Today was bright and sunny, so a light
frock was the thing to wear, and flat heeled shoes. The lane was not the
kind of terrain to walk on in high heeled shoes.

     `You're right,' I said. `Just give me a few minutes and I'll pop over
and put something more suitable on.' I gave him a peck on the lips and went
on over to my house. It still seemed strange to enter my house to find it
empty, but life had to go on.

     As I said, it was a frock day and soft shoes and a fresh set of
underwear, well not really. I dispensed with the belt, stockings and
panties. All I put on was a fresh padded bra to fill out the top of the
frock. I wanted to feel the breeze blowing up and under. I put on fresh
make-up and when satisfied as to how I looked, picked up my little handbag
and found that he was waiting at the gate for me.

     We went up the lane with my arm through his and it was all I could do
to stop myself from actually skipping I was so in love. We went into the
little corner shop where Mrs Stokes was serving.

     `Hello vicar, and...is it? It is! My word, you have grown up Lady
Francis, and you look an absolute picture my dear.'

     `Thank you Mrs Stokes, you too look well,' I said with a little
laugh. Her face then took on the expression that seems typical of people
about to say what, to them, is difficult and slightly embarrassing.

     `I'm sorry about your aunts. Both of them to go in such a short
time. Such a shame. They were really wonderful to know.'

     `Thank you Mrs Stokes. I miss them, but the vicar here told me of the
wonderful turn out for their services. I don't know all of them and I would
deem it most kind of you if you could thank them on my behalf.'

     `That I will most certainly do Lady Francis. Now what can I do for you
here?' I hadn't missed the change from Francis to Lady Francis, and I don't
think Donald did either.

     I started to reel off a list of supplies that I wanted, but then had
to slow down as she laboriously wrote down every item on a piece of
paper. I realised, never really having had to do any food shopping before,
that it would have been quicker if I'd written out a list myself before
coming in. Donald kept interrupting, saying either one thing was too much
or another too little.

     `I'll get these things boxed up for you,' when we'd finally finished,
`and I'll get young Brian to deliver them.'

     `Brian?' I queried. I hadn't heard of any boy in the village called
Brian.

     `Yes. A young lad who does odd jobs for me. I'm getting on a bit and
he does help with the heavy stuff.' My eyes still had the query in them,
for she went on further to explain. `He's the son of a new farm worker that
works at Heron's. You know, the farm at t'other end of village.'

     `Can you tell young Brian then, to make sure that he puts them inside
the front door, out of the sun,' Donald told her, `and to do the same with
mine.' I could have kicked him for the smirk he had on his face as he
produced a list from his pocket and handed across to Mrs Stokes. He must
have thought it very amusing to watch me go through every item I wanted
while she wrote it down. She then assured us that it would all be delivered
in about an hour's time.

     `Oh, how much will that be?' I asked, getting my purse out from my
bag.

     `Er. I don't know till I've worked it out. Don't worry about that
now. I'll put the total at the bottom and you can pop in any time to pay.'

     `Thank you,' I said, but still opened my purse and took out a
sixpence. `Please give this to Brian for his effort,' I said, handing it
over the counter.

     `I certainly will Lady Francis, you can be sure of that.' We gave her
our thanks and went out of the shop.

     `You did very well in there,' he said with a smile as we stood on the
corner of the lane.

     `It would have been better if you had told me to write a list first,
like you did,' I replied hotly.

     `Never mind, you did well. And the tip for Brian was a nice touch, I
liked it.'

     `For your information,' I said indignantly, `I learned the value of
sixpence for a service in the navy, and believe me, it is sometimes little
things like that that are more appreciated than just words! This I also
learned.' I almost stamped my foot at the end of this little speech.

     `Well said, and much to your credit. Now,' he stopped to look at his
watch and then at the pub opposite, `how about a drink? We can have it in
the garden.'

     `Sounds good, but,' I paused, `do you think they'll serve me? I'm
nowhere eighteen yet.' I whispered as we crossed the lane.

     `He wouldn't dream of thinking that you were too young. You will be
the finest looking lady that has crossed his threshold, and I can see you
having him eating out of your hand very soon. Beside, you're the Lady of
the Manor now, so chin up, let's have a drink. It's daring anyway.'

     The last was said as if it were a stage whisper and I had to laugh and
he joined in and offered me his arm to lead me across the road. So I went
into our local pub for the first time. There was only one other person in
the bar, and he was sitting in a corner seeming to nurse his pint of beer
in front of him. I don't think he even noticed that we had entered, his
eyes staring into space. There was a portly, florid faced man behind the
bar, wiping a glass from a rack below the counter.

     `Hello Dave,' Donald greeted the man.

     `Hello yourself vicar,' he replied, wiping his hand on the cloth and
extending it across the bar to shake Donald's proffered hand, `and who is
your delightful companion?'

     `May I present Miss Francis Lyon. Francis, meet David Drew.'

     `From the "Den"? Well it certainly is a pleasure to meet you Lady
Francis,' he said as he shook my hand as I said likewise, and then we went
into the same conversation as I'd had in the shop regarding my aunts.

     `Now what would you like to drink?' Dave beamed at us.

     `A pint of your best for me,' Donald said and turned to me. `Francis?'
I had been looking round at the low ceilinged room, hung with different
types of Toby jugs, and my eye had also caught a chalked blackboard
offering various dishes of food, and suddenly felt hungry.

     `Sorry?'

     `What would you like to drink?' Donald repeated.

     `Oh, a gin and tonic please, er, Donald.' I started to blush because
it was the first time I had used his name in public. `Er, could we have
something to eat? I'm a little bit hungry.'

     `Certainly. How about a Ploughman's?'

     `What's that?' My eye was scanning the board for some clue.

     `It's bread, cheese and some pickle. Maybe a pickled onion or two
thrown in with it,' he laughed. Dave had already pulled Donald's pint and
had just placed my drink on the bar. `That okay Dave? In the garden?'

     `No problem. Be a few minutes and I'll bring it out to you.'

     Donald picked up his pint and my drink and led the way out through a
low door into the garden. There were two tables, wooden, with benches
either side. He sat down at one and I sat down opposite him.

     `Cheers,' he said lifting his glass and taking a sip. `I think you
have made a big hit with Dave.' I laughed and took a sip of my drink. It
was a small garden, but very pretty and it was lovely to sit there in the
sun with Donald.

     `Now I know this will sound cruel, seeing as you've only been home two
days, but when are you going back?' He held up his hand. `It's not that I
want you to go, but really to know how long we've got to be together.'

     It was the last bit that made me remember about Diane and David. Also,
I realised, that in my short letter to him from Sydney, I had only said
that I was changing ships. Not mentioning about my change of job or of
anything about my voyage. It was just the pure joy of being back with
Donald that sent everything out of my head for the past two days.

     Dave brought out our Ploughman's, a lovely platter of huge chunks of
bread and two different cheeses, with a pot of pickles and a generous
supply of pickled onions. Just as Donald had predicted. We thanked him and
tackled that wonderful fresh smelling bread that made the mouth water, and
the local cheese.

     Then I told Donald the whole story from the day I left Tilbury to our
return. The only bits I left out were the rape, the Count, Clement and the
night I slept with Diane. Oh, and Eddie, the taxi driver. Halfway through,
Donald made me break off for him to get us another drink, to resume when he
returned with the fresh ones. It took me nearly two hours to tell. He
alternately laughed and cried with me as the story unfolded, and at the
finish, leaned back and gave his shoulders a good stretch.

     `That was some tale! Or should I say voyage. It was almost like an
Odyssey from Homer. But I'm pleased and very proud of you,' he said, his
hand covering mine on the table. `I can't wait to see your act, but maybe I
could have a one man show so to speak before the others arrive? Arrive!' He
suddenly exclaimed, looking at his watch. `We must go in a few minutes
because we're getting a visitor. That was what my phone call was about this
morning. Your family solicitor, a Mr Truell from Trowbridge is coming to go
over the wills of your late aunts.'

     `Oh,' was all I could say, not knowing exactly what he was talking
about. `Explain?' I asked.

     `No time,' Donald said, rising up, `he'll be here any time now and he
will tell you all you need to know.' He picked up the plate and glasses,
and I followed him back into the bar where we gave up our debris and paid
as we said our goodbyes. I tried to get Donald to tell me more as we went
down the lane, but he just aggravated me by just smiling and keeping his
mouth shut. I almost went into a petulant sulk, but with Donald, it was
something I couldn't do. So, hand in hand, we went down the lane and just
as we turned into my garden, a decrepit car edged its way down the lane and
wheezed and coughed to a stop next to us.

                                                           *

     The occupant seemed to have trouble opening the car door, so Donald
gave it a sharp tug and the poor man nearly fell out as it suddenly flew
open. He was a little man too, even I was taller than he was when he
finally straightened himself up. He only had tufts of hair just above his
ears and a very shiny pate. He squinted at us somewhat myopically before he
readjusted his spectacles. He must have been at least fifty, dressed in his
three piece suit with an old fashioned watch chain looped between two
pockets. He scrabbled in the car and brought out an old leather briefcase
and a bowler hat, which nearly made me laugh when he put it on.

     `Hello vicar,' he said, extending his hand, which Donald shook, `and
this must be Francis?' I shook his hand and was surprised that he hadn't
taken his hat off when he did so. `Shall we go in?' his eyes also seemed to
be asking the question.

     I led the way up the path and apologised for the mess, as I hadn't
even moved the trunks, let alone unpack anything, except the gin bottle. We
all nearly fell over the box of groceries that Brian had delivered.

     `I think we should go in here,' Donald suggested, taking over and
leading us through into the classroom. He pulled out the table and put down
three chairs for us to sit on. Mr Truell sat at one end and Donald and I
sat opposite each other.

     `Would you like something to drink Mr Truell?' Donald asked, getting
up again.

     `Just a glass of water please,' he replied, opening his briefcase and
taking a huge folder out and placing it on the table.

     `Francis?' Donald asked with a lifting of an eyebrow.

     `Er, a tonic water, with a, with a little something else in it?' I
answered, hoping he would get the message. He did, because he grinned and
knew exactly what I wanted. He left the room and it was very quiet in there
as Mr Truell opened the folder and then got out a pad and lined up a pen
and pencil next to it.

     Donald returned with three water tumblers and they all looked the same
to me, but a sip confirmed that he'd been a bit heavy with the gin. He
grinned at my expression as he sat down again. Mr Truell shuffled his
papers and readjusted his spectacles before speaking to me.

     `My name is Truell, the solicitor charged with the duty of looking
after the affairs of your late aunts and parents. You are, are you not,
Francis Gervaise Lyon, resident of this address?' he stated rather than
asked, looking at me with those myopic eyes.

     `Yes,' I stammered.

     `You know why I am here?'

     `No,' that stammer again. He looked sharply at Donald.

     `Not my department,' he shrugged, `that's yours.'

     `Ah, er, well yes.' One up to you Donald, I mentally applauded. `I
suppose I'd better start from the beginning,' he said.

     `A good place to begin,' I said, not noticing how rude it was of me to
say this, but I thought if Donald could get away with it, why shouldn't I
try. Donald hid his smirk behind a cough.

     `You were born on the fifth of November 1931,' Mr Truell went on,
ignoring my remark. `The only child of Linda and Peter Lyon of this
address, right?' I kept my mouth shut and just nodded. `I, er, we, that is,
my firm has, er, were, the solicitors for your late mother and father. We
looked after their investments and other such details. With their
unfortunate deaths, it caused us an awful lot of problems, but it was
eventually sorted out. You were named as the heir to all property and
holdings, to be held in trust till you became of age. Your aunts, Agnes and
Ethel became your joint guardians in all matters relating to you. Then when
your Aunt Agnes fell ill, she changed her will and also talked your Aunt
Ethel to do the same, which was fortunate in the circumstances.' He paused
to take a sip of water, gave a little cough, cleared his throat and
continued.

     `Your aunt, well both, asked that if they passed away before your
coming of age, that the vicar here, be appointed your guardian. The event,
unhappily, came to pass, and all the wills went through the probate courts
and it was confirmed at his acceptance, that the Reverend Donald Sinclair
be your legal and lawful guardian.'

     I looked at Donald in surprise and he smile back at me and held my
hand. Mr Truell then extracted some more papers from the folder and placed
them on the table in front of us. `We have also been retained to manage the
affairs of the estate in respect of the shares and holdings, while the
vicar here looks to your health and well being.'

     `Did you know of this?' I asked Donald.

     `About two weeks ago. I was asked if, because of what your aunts
asked, if I would become your guardian. I said yes. The rest that we are
hearing is news to me.'

     `So here,' Mr Truell tapped the papers he had pulled out, `are a list
of all shares and holdings that have been passed on to you from your late
parents and just departed aunts. As I have said, we are at your service
until you become of age, but I hope that our firm will be of service to you
for many years to come.' He sat back with a smile that belied the first
impression of him being pompous. `Any questions?'

     `Well yes, of course. I understand most of what you've said, though
not exactly what it all contains. Donald, sorry. The Reverend here is like
an acting parent until I become of age?'

     `Correct.'

     `When exactly do I become of age?'

     `Ah! The very point which I argued upon with your father. I, er, we,
the firm that is, wanted it to be at least until you were sufficiently of
an age to be able to handle money matters and all that pertains...'

     `Hold it there,' I said. `Speak plainly please.'

     `Well we thought twenty five years of age would be about right,
considering what was involved.'

     `And just what age is coming of age meant to signify.'

     `Ah, well, it would seem that you can get married at sixteen, but you
cannot vote. You can vote at twenty one but be eligible for National
Service at eighteen, so I think the court's would deem this to be the, er,
coming of age, age, if you see what I mean,' he finished lamely. I took a
big gulp of my drink.

     `So try and put it in a nutshell for me Mr Truell, please.'

     `Well to make it simple,' he began, steepling his fingers, his elbows
resting on the table. `You are a very rich young lady. This house and many
others are yours, and so are the stocks and bonds listed in these
pages. You will be given an allowance of about,' he peered down at his pad,
`five hundred pounds a year.'

     `Five hundred pounds a year?' I gasped. I'm sure my face had gone very
pale.

     `Quite a sum indeed. But you can, maybe have a little more, but that
has to be at the discretion of your guardian. You cannot touch the
principle until you've come of age, which I think we've covered.'

     I was staggered. I'd never really given money any thought. It all just
seemed to be taken for granted. I was fed and clothed and I had a home to
live in, but never had any idea of how this was supplied. I looked to
Donald, but for the moment, he kept silent and just smiled at me. Mr Truell
gathered his papers together and returned them to his briefcase and stood
up.

     `Well that's my business done here, so I'll bid you good day.' He put
his bowler hat on and shook our hands. Donald went and escorted him to his
car while I looked from the window and watched him drive away.

     I was trying to get my mind round what Mr Truell had said, and heard
Donald return to the room and then there came a loud pop from behind me. It
made me jump, but I also recognised the noise from the ship's parties and
saw that he was holding a foaming bottle of champagne. He was in the act of
pouring some out into two glasses, the froth spilling over the sides as he
did so.

     `I had Mrs Stokes slip this bottle into your supplies. I thought it
might come in handy,' he said, handing me a glass, before he filled his
own. `To our Lady of the Manor and Queen of the Seas,' he toasted with a
smile. We touched glasses and drank, the bubbles tickling my nose. I put my
glass down and went over and put my arms round him as I kissed his
champagne wet lips. We stood for several minutes kissing.

     `Oh, is it right for me to kiss my guardian?' I quizzed with a smile
on my face, `or let him make love to me?' I added slyly.

     `This guardian is your devoted slave, your majesty,' he said going
down on his knees in front of me. Wickedly, I lifted up the hem of my
frock.

     `Then kiss the royal pecker,' I said regally, the pecker having been
erect since learning just how much a year it would have to sustain it.

     `Gladly,' he said, taking me in his mouth, his hands coming up to
stroke and hold the bare flesh of my bum. He sucked on me till I came. He
then came up to his feet grinning and kissed me with his sperm wet lips.

     `Now, as your official guardian,' he said sternly, `you have to do as
you are told.' I nodded and dropped him a little curtsey. `Then you will
reciprocate,' he said, undoing his fly and pulling out his own erection.

     `Gladly,' I smiled as I went down and worked on him in the mouth till
he came with a fierce explosion. Then we hugged and laughed together as we
went and sat at the table to finish off the bottle. Donald picked up the
papers that Mr Truell had left, as he ran his eyes down the pages, he let
out a low whistle before putting them back down on the table.

     `I don't know where your father got his original stake from, but he
sure knew what to do with it. Airlines, shipping, chemicals, steelworks,
you name it, he was in there. You may not be a millionaire now, but there's
a good chance you might be by the time your twenty five, if not earlier.'

     `This won't come between us, would it Donald?' I asked, knowing that
there were tears in my eyes. `It means nothing to me if I were to lose
you.' He got up and came round the table and knelt down by my side and took
me in his arms, and I laid my head on his shoulder.

     `How could you think that Fran? Do you know, you were the first child
I ever held in my arms when I baptised you? I watched you grow and romp on
the lawn here. It came as a shock when I found out you were really a boy,
but that didn't alter my love for you. You came to love me too, and for
that I was, and still am, very thankful, and I will continue to love you
for as long as I live.

     I know that there are quite a few years difference between us, and I
thank the Lord for all the time I've had with you, and pray that it will
last for many more years. But if you ever find that you want to go off with
somebody nearer your own age, I won't try to stop you. But I'll never
forget you, nor will I ever stop loving you. This money you are inheriting
means nothing to me. It will not change me and I fervently pray that it
will never change you either.'

     Donald was crying and so was I, both of us clinging to each other
because I didn't want it to change it either. We eventually wiped away our
tears and set about putting away my groceries. We had a few more drinks in
my house, but he said we couldn't sleep over in it. He explained that if
there were to be any call for his services, they would go to the vicarage,
so that's where he would have to be at night.

     `But,' he said slyly, `it doesn't mean that you can't be there
too. What else can a guardian do, but be on guard. I will save you from all
the evil people in the world who will try to rob and steal from you my
Lady. There might be some who would even try to rape you, well, let me be
the first in that case.' I grinned and kissed him and said that he could
never rape me as I would always be willing, and I never felt happier in my
heart. After the washing up, we went over to the vicarage and put away his
delivery of groceries.

                                                          *

     I had many thoughts running through my head as we lay in bed together
later that night

     `Donald?' I said in the dark.

     `Mmm?' was the reply.

     `Can I spend some of that money?'

     `Already! You've only had it five minutes and you want to spend it
straight away!'

     `Not a lot. Just a couple of things, apart from a few more clothes.'

     `Such as?'

     `Well I would like to buy two of them refrigerators. You know, to put
milk and butter and things so that they don't spoil.'

     `I know what a refrigerator is. But what do want two for?'

     `One for my house and one for here,' I said. `I seem to have spent
more time over here than I have over there, so why not?'

     `Mmmm,' he grunted.

     `Is that a yes or a no?'

     `I suppose it will have to be yes,' he said grumpily. I rolled towards
him and gave him a big kiss before rolling back. I kept quiet for a little
while before asking in a small girlish voice, `Some clothes too?'

     `You little tyke,' and I could hear the suppressed laughter in his
voice. `Go to sleep and we'll talk in the morning.' I snuggled myself
backwards up into his lap and fell asleep with a smile on my face.

                                                           *

     It was another lovely morning, and with the sun shining in on us, we
made love to each other before getting up for breakfast. After which, I
pestered Donald till he made a phone call to order two of the new ice boxes
that I wanted, and to have them delivered. The clothes, I judged, I would
push for a bit later on. With the morning nearly gone, I asked Donald if we
could go to the pub again, for a drink and lunch.

     `Why not,' he replied, getting his coat. `We'll go over to your house
for you to get changed and then we can stroll about and survey your
holdings.'

     `What do you mean?'

     `I'll tell you over a pint and lunch,' he replied enigmatically. We
went across the lane and Donald waited downstairs while I changed. He was
in the classroom, looking through the papers that had been left for us.

     `How's this? Is it okay?' I asked as I did a twirl for him.

     `If you're going to do that outside, go back and put some underthings
on. I saw all what you've got,' he said in a somewhat shocked voice. I went
and hugged him.

     `I want to be as ready as possible if by chance you suddenly get the
urge,' I said.

     `You hussy,' he laughed.

                                                           *

     `Well hello again,' Dave greeted us. `Same as before?' We said yes and
took our drinks out into the garden and waited till he brought out the
Ploughman's for us to tuck into.

     `Now explain the enigmatic remark you made earlier,' I asked, speaking
round a mouthful of bread and cheese.

     `Well I checked those papers in the classroom and it appears that you
are a landlord.'

     `That's what you call the man who runs the pub,' I replied.

     `Yes I suppose so. But you own it.'

     `What!' I spluttered, sending a shower of bread crumbs across the
table.

     `Yes. You own it. Dave pays rent to your holdings,' he said, grinning
round his own mouthful of bread. `Please don't spray me again,' he begged,
holding up his hand while taking a sip of his beer with the other. `Not
only the pub, but most of the village.' I could only stare at him. `Close
your mouth. That half chewed bread and cheese looks disgusting.' I closed
my mouth, but couldn't seem to swallow, so I took a large gulp of my drink
and nearly choked the lot up. Donald leaned over and banged me on the back
until my coughing subsided.

     `Explain,' I finally managed to get out.

     `Well judging by the dates, it appears that your grandfather bought up
half the property around here, and your father bought the rest as it became
available. The exceptions are, three of the four farms, the vicarage, the
church and of course the graveyard. These last are belonging to the church
diocese. So all in all, you own the whole village.'

     `Wow! Do they know this?'

     `I don't think so, because the rent they all pay goes into the holding
company which actually belongs to you.'

     `Wow!' I said again, unable to believe my ears. `Oh damn it.'

     `What?'

     `That means I can't throw you out onto the street and have you beg for
mercy for being a poor homeless waif,' I said, laughing.

     `Only an Act of God will get me out, I assure you.'

     `Don't say that,' I said, suddenly serious, thinking of my aunts,
`it's bad luck to even think of such things.'

     `I'm sorry,' he said contritely, seeing the expression on my face,
`let's change the subject. Let's talk about you. Your future. You don't
have to go to work now. There's enough for you to live in comfort for the
rest of your life. You don't even have to go back on the ship.'

     `Then do two years National Service in the Army. Some
prospect. No. I'll do my seven years doing what I like at sea, thank you
very much.'

     `Yes, I'd forgotten about the National Service bit,' Donald
replied. He cocked an eye at me. `Yes. I can see you in a blouse, but not
an army one, and those trousers?' He rolled his eyes.

     `Don't forget the size of those boots,' I said. He laughed. I liked to
hear him laugh. It was so spontaneous and gave me a little thrill every
time I made him do it. Life must always be like that. Making people laugh
and be happy. Happy as Donald and I were right now.

     `Oh Donald,' I sighed, `if it weren't for the army prospect, I would
stay here with you forever, you know that don't you?' I asked, tears in my
eyes as I put my hand out across the table. He took it into his and gave me
a gentle squeeze. `Of course my love,' he answered softly.

     `You two ought to get married,' boomed out a voice that came from
Dave, the pub landlord, coming over to collect our empty plate. `Mooning
and spooning over each other,' he laughed. I hastily withdrew my hand from
Donald's and blushed.

     `I think he will stay the confirmed bachelor that he is. Besides,' I
tried to be as gay as I could, `he's not the type to go out with a sailor.'

     `You! A sailor! Go on, pull the other one. It's got bells on it.'

     `It's true Dave,' Donald spoke up, `Francis is in the Merchant Navy
and goes to sea in ships.'

     `Well blow me down with a feather,' Dave breathed out. `A Lyon from
the den going to sea. Well that beats all. That's bad with all them
typhoons and all, ripping the sails to shreds and driving the ships up onto
the rocks.'

     We both laughed at his Ancient Mariner view of the sea and ships.

     `No, it's nothing like that now,' Donald laughed. `They have funnels
and can ride out the storms.'

     `I'll send you a postcard of my ship when I go back,' I said. `But
maybe I'll post it from India.'

     `Well that's a long, long way. I went abroad once. Back in 1918. Over
to France for last bit o' fighting. Didn't get to do any thank God. Didn't
like the place anyway. Smelt `orrible and it was so dirty. Never went away
again. Stayed right here. Well good luck to you Lady Francis.' He put his
finger up as if to a cap in salute and returned to the bar.

     We both looked at each other and burst out laughing after he had
disappeared, but I soon stopped, thinking back on what he had said. Donald
saw my face and he too stopped laughing and he put out his hand and I held
it tight. He knew what I was thinking.

     `We couldn't,' he said in a low serious voice.

     `I know,' giving out with a little sob, `but I would have liked to
wear a white wedding dress and walked down the aisle to you. I really
would.'

     `And I would have been proud to have seen it and be there waiting for
you,' tears were in his eyes too as he softly spoke.

     `Donald, take me home and make love to me.'

     I was agitated and fretful and only calmed down when we were in bed
and he slowly slid into me, filling me up and holding me tight as he gently
moved inside me. His release put out the fire within and I made him stay
there inside for quite some time.

     We got up later to wash and dress for the Wednesday evening service,
and after, we had a light supper and went to bed early for me to make love
to Donald this time.

                                                           *

     Time marched on with the sun shining every day as we went for walks
and even made love one afternoon in a nice deep grassy patch. He'd
anticipated that this might happen and had carried a condom in his pocket
as there wouldn't be any water for him to wash himself afterwards. I gave
his erection a slap when I saw him take the rubber sheath from his pocket,
but had fun trying to put it on him. It was lovely lying there in the thick
grass with Donald inside me, gently rocking as he lay on my back, making me
come all over his shirt as he came into that rubber. It wasn't quite the
same, but just as good to me.

                                                           *

     It was a wonderful leave, but the day came with a telephone call from
Diane. She and David would be at Trowbridge station the next afternoon,
giving me the time they would arrive. I promised that I would be there to
meet them.

     Prior to this, Donald had spoken to Mrs Stokes at the shop on my
behalf, who after a few enquiries, had found a young girl of sixteen who
would come down to my house in the mornings as a housemaid. Dust and
polish, make the beds and see to the washing etc during the day. Then her
mother would come down in the late afternoon to prepare, cook and serve
dinner for me and my guests. Dishes to be left for her daughter to clean up
the next day. Beatrice was the girl's name and Flora was her mother, it was
her son Brian who helped in the shop. Donald sorted out the wages and they
understood that it was only for the times that I was on leave. Beatrice to
clean and make ready for my arrival and then clean up after my
departure. Flora would see that there was food ready at the same time.

     I also talked Donald into getting a man to see to my gardens, his too,
and also to see that the graves in the churchyard were attended to.

     The day dawned when I had to go to Trowbridge to meet Diane and
David. It had been arranged that I could go and see Mr Truell and draw some
money for shopping because the train wasn't due till the afternoon. The
taxi dropped me off at the solicitor's office and I duly collected some
money. At the same time, I knew Donald would have his birthday while I was
away, so I asked Mr Truell if it would be alright if I could leave it in
his hands to buy what I had in mind and see that it was delivered on that
day. I couldn't very well ask Donald for the money because he would then
want to know what it was for, but Mr Truell agreed so I was quite happy to
leave it in his hands.

     I felt quite the lady going into the most fashionable store in town
and buying two completely new outfits, and then, feeling a bit guilty, went
and bought a sweater for Donald. I took my purchases along to the car hire
place and ordered a car for when the train was due and also asked them if
they could put my bags in the car ready, as I didn't wish to carry them
round the town with me.

     Next stop was the hairdresser's and spent just over an hour in
there. They did a good job indeed, and felt like a million dollars

  when I walked into the biggest hotel and had lunch, with a gin and tonic
on the side. I timed it right so that with a short walk to the car hire
firm and driven to the station, we got there just as the train pulled
in. They used to run on time in those days.

     I heard a squeal as I waited by the barrier and I knew that Diane had
seen me. But you would have thought that we hadn't seen each other for
years the way she ran into my arms and hugged and kissed me

     `Don't you look a pretty picture,' she eventually said, holding me at
arm's length. `Don't you agree?' she asked of David who was carrying both
of their bags.

     `She certainly does,' he replied, putting down the bags and giving me
a continental style greeting, a kiss on both cheeks.

  `You really do look wonderful Francis. The country air must agree with
you.'

     We piled ourselves into the car, the driver loading the bags in the
boot before setting off.

     `We're a way out of town,' I exclaimed, `but it'll only take about
twenty minutes. Now how has your leave been so far?' I asked. Well the
answers occupied the time it took to get from the station to the
village. They were just running out of steam as we approached it. My
village, I said to myself quite proudly as we then turned at the pub to go
down the lane.

     `What a quaint village, and, oh look at that lovely church at the end
there,' Diane exclaimed as we cruised to a stop just before it and outside
my gate. Donald, bless him, had got both Beatrice and Flora to be there to
meet us.

     `What a charming cottage,' David said, and I could see that he really
meant it.

     `Isn't it just,' Diane gushed. Flora and Beatrice bobbed a curtsey
each as Diane and David entered the house, the driver bringing up the rear
with their bags and my shopping. After he had put them down inside the
door, I slipped him a pound note, which I think gave him quite a shock to
receive that much of a tip. He couldn't be profuse enough with his thanks
as he almost bowed as he walked backwards out of the door. Oops, I said to
myself, too much then. I'll learn as I go along. Diane was oohing and
aahing as she looked round the small parlour, even though it was only late
afternoon, Flora had seen to it that we had a small fire going.

     `Beatrice! See to the bags. The gentleman is the first bedroom and the
lady tis t'other,' Flora said, `M'lady,' this was to me, `not knowing what
them guests be liking, I've set out a cold collation and vicar has'm set up
drinks. If you lets Beattie know tomorrow what's wanted for dinner, I can
be prepared like.'

     `Thank you Flora, you too Beatrice,' who had just come
downstairs. `See you tomorrow then.'

     Mother and daughter said their goodbyes and left the three of us
alone.

     `Well I never expected this,' David said as he plonked himself down in
the armchair. `If I'd known, I would have come with you and spent my leave
here. This is great!'

     `If I had this, I wouldn't leave at all,' Diane exclaimed. `Why did
you come to sea when you've got this?'

     `Diane. If you had a choice to wear this,' and I gave a little twirl,
then slowed and made it a small one because I couldn't remember if I had
anything on underneath, `or do two years in a serge uniform being bullied
by ruffians in the army, what would you choose?'

     `Oh,' putting her hand to her mouth and giving a giggle, `I see what
you mean.'

     `That's why I chose the navy,' David chimed in. `You get more of a
chance to...er, well, er...you know what I mean,' he finished lamely, a
slow flush had crept up his neck. Pretending not to notice, I went over to
where I could see that Donald, bless him again, had put some bottles of
drink on the side. There was a little note propped up amongst them. "Wasn't
sure what your, ahem, guests, would like. Tonics and beers are in the new
ice box. Donald. P.S. Be over when you've settled them in." I smiled as I
crumpled up the note and asked them what they would like to drink after
their train journey. It settled that they both had gin and tonics, and what
with mine, I made a note to get a lot more tonics in, as well as another
bottle of gin.

     `Tell me about the place,' David said.

     `Don't be rude,' Diane said sharply.

     `I'm not being rude. I'm interested.'

     `Well,' I began, sounding just like a ship's officer. `I think it was
my Grandfather who originally bought this, though I don't know if it was
him or my father that knocked the two together, I never knew my parents. My
two aunts brought me up here. Well, you know about them.'

     `Yes, and we both felt very sorry for you when we heard,' Diane said.

     `What's with the woman and the girl?' David asked.

     `Now you are being rude David!' Diane snapped at him.

     `Donald, that's the vicar, arranged for them to clean up any mess you
might make while in my house!' I snapped at him the same way that Diane
had.

     `Well said Francis,' shouted Diane, and then to David, `now shut up
being rude!'

     `I'm sorry Francis if I appeared rude, but believe me when I say it
wasn't intended.'

     `Apology accepted. Now would you like to see where we can do our
rehearsals?' and without waiting for an answer, I went and opened the door
to the classroom. Diane went in first, then David and I followed.

     `Wonderful,' said Diane, doing a whirl round the floor and finished up
in front of the mirror. `Nice touch.'

     `I used it to practice my dancing,' I explained. David had moved over
to the piano and had lifted the lid and ran his fingers over the keys.

     `Very nice, very nice indeed.' He sat down and went straight into one
of our old numbers.

     `Will it do?'

     `Perfect!' They both said in unison.

     `Shall we sit in the parlour in comfort and you can tell what you want
from us on this next trip?' I asked very politely. David got the hint and
stood up and Diane and I went into the other room with him following us.

     `My notes are in my bag. Did I hear that I was in the first room?'
David asked.

     `Correct. If you need the toilet or bathroom, it's the last door at
the end of the house.' David went upstairs and I moved across the drinks
table. `Like a refill?' I asked Diane.

     `Yes please,' she answered, coming over to stand by me.

     `Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't I hear earlier that Donald was
referred to as `the vicar', and would that be the same Donald you have told
me about?'

     For an answer, I just smiled at her.

     `Oh dear, I didn't realise that...' for once, Diane had ran of words
to say.

     `For your information, Donald first took me into his arms about
fifteen years ago, and still does.' David coming down the stairs stopped me
from saying any more. I gestured to the drinks and he went and helped
himself.

     We then sat down and David went through his notes and we both said
that it sounded like a good programme for the voyage ahead. There was a
knock at the door and Donald walked in. I was up in an instant and ran over
to him and pulled him fully into the room.

     `Donald! I want you to meet Diane and David.' At least David had the
manners to stand up as they shook hands and Diane simply simpered as he
shook her hand, and I must say that Donald really did look gorgeous that
evening.

     `I do hope that you've settled in okay. Francis has told me so much
about you that I feel I know you already.'

     `Come, let's eat. I'm famished,' I said, thinking that if we were
eating food, it might help the evening to go right. I was desperate that it
would do so, and it worked. They were charmed by Donald, he had this way
with people and even David really listened when he spoke. Then Donald
listened when David outlined our programme. I had turned on some lamps when
David began talking, and it was getting late when he finished.

     I then suggested that we should turn in and start early in the
morning. Early for an entertainer wasn't before ten a.m. I went upstairs
with Diane to show her where she would be sleeping and where the facilities
were.

     `Oh he's gorgeous,' Diane said as soon as we got into her room. `You
are one lucky...well, you know what I mean. Are you staying
here...tonight?'

     `No darling,' I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek, `but I'll be
back in the morning. Breakfast you have to get yourself. Sweet dreams.'

                                                           *

     I went back downstairs and, turning out the lamps, left with Donald to
cross the lane. We kissed in the moonlight before going in, and I asked him
what he thought of them, and his assessment was right on the button.

     `You're so right Donald, now take me upstairs and make love to
me. We've only three days left.'

     In bed, I tried to memorise every centimetre of his shaft, running the
tips of my fingers up and down, feeling every little twist and turn of the
veins just under the outer skin. The fashioned muscles that made up this
wonder of nature was something to cherish, and I must say, something that I
worshipped. The strength and power, the heat and fire, the giver of joy and
love, and the means to give life and pleasure. I stroked it, kissed it,
nibbled and sucked it. But the best was when it was inside me. Throbbing,
pulsating, creating a heat that fought the burning sensations that the
sight of an erection gave me deep within my belly.

     Now with my love, Donald behind me, I made it difficult for him as I
wanted to feel every inch of him. The initial pain when you hold up the
entry, and then the relief as the head slips in, to slowly soothe your
inside passage as both you and it expand, filling your very being. Then to
feel the throb inside, its pulse that's out of sync with your own heart
beat. To feel the kiss of your partner's thighs against your cheeks when
the limit of its length has been reached.

     Then comes the slow movement like the waves on a shore, constantly
moving forward with a rush, and then making a slow withdrawal, only to
repeat the process over and over again. Also the passion is like that tide
as it slowly rises, getting higher and higher as the waves seem to move
faster and faster until they reach their peak. The swelling of the head
that suddenly explodes and floods you with a short lived heat, but it is a
matter of using this fire to put out the flames that have reached
tremendous proportions within yourself.

     I cried when Donald came, filling me with his love and cried again
when he pulled out, leaving me bereft and empty and then cried myself to
sleep in his arms.

                                                           *

     Donald and I ate our breakfast before I went across the lane at ten to
start with our rehearsals. Diane and David were in the parlour and they
too, had just finished breakfast. I said good morning to them and to
Beatrice who passed through from the kitchen.

     We went into the classroom and we stayed there for the rest of the day
with only a short break for a snack. Flora had done us a lovely dinner and
it was a tired group that sat down that evening after dinner for a last
drink. I went without sex that night for I fell asleep as soon as my head
hit the pillow.

     The next day after breakfast, I phoned Eddie, the taxi man. I was
lucky and caught him in, otherwise it would have had to be messages, which
could sometimes go astray. I asked if he could arrange to also come with a
second car because of baggage and extra passengers at ten a.m. the morning,
two days hence. Same terms for both, he queried, and I laughed and said the
terms were okay, but I wasn't sure about giving out an extra bonus. He
laughed and agreed that one would be enough and he'd rather not share that
one. With that arranged, I went over to join the other two.

     The rehearsals were just as hard, but I was determined that I wouldn't
waste the penultimate night. Donald and I made love to each other with
passion. Then it was the last day of my leave. I was now wishing that I
hadn't invited Diane and David to come, because it meant less time with
Donald.

     We only refined a few points during the morning, and I suggested that
we went up to the pub for a drink and lunch. No arguments there, so I went
across the lane and collected Donald so that the four of us had a merry
lunch. Diane and David agreed that we could do a full scale performance for
Donald. So it was back down the lane and indoors where we changed and Diane
and I did our make-up. David saw to the classroom, though there wasn't much
for him to do, but it kept him out from under our feet so to speak.

     When we were ready, we went down and into the classroom, and Donald
sat over at the far end opposite the door. David stood up and out to the
front of us and went through his little opening speech which was basically
a means to introduce us to the audience. Donald clapped at this as David
went and sat down at the piano. On his cue we went into our routine. Diane
had two solos and I had three. Then the duets, a mixture from all three of
us. The finale was with a finish that resembled a tableaux. As we bowed,
Donald stood up clapping most vigorously and came over and kissed me, Diane
too, though he only shook David's hand.

     `Now I have seen why you have all been so successful. That was the
best little show I've ever seen. You were all wonderful and I only wish I
could be there with you to see it again. If Francis agrees, I hope you can
come back on your next leave. I for one would love to see another show like
what I've just seen.'

     I told the others what I had arranged as regards our transport to the
ship for the following day and that we had to be packed and ready for ten
o'clock. We then trooped into the parlour and had a good drink session
before sitting down to the wonderful home cooking of Flora.

     After dinner, I went upstairs and packed my trunk with all my dresses
and costumes and my new make-up box and laid out my travelling clothes for
the morning. Diane had packed her trunk, and David and Donald carried them
down for us. Donald and I then said goodnight to them before we went off to
the vicarage.

     `You were absolutely wonderful,' Donald said, as he kissed me in the
bedroom, `and you looked the most desirable and I still can't it round my
head that it's not a real woman that I'm holding in my arms.'

     `In most respects I am a woman Donald, and I want you to keep loving
me as one as I love you for being a man,' I replied, kissing him with as
much passion as I could.

     We slowly undressed each other, kissing each part of the body as it
was revealed, until naked, we got into bed and held each other tight. They
were silent tears that ran down my cheeks and through them, I could just
see that he was having a problem at holding his own back. We kissed and
then made slow love to each other that was even better than the night
before.

     Washed and back under the covers, we stroked each other for a long
time without words. Our feelings for each other were being transmitted
through our fingertips as we traced the contours of our bodies within
reach, love was the tingling message each tip gave out.

     `Donald?'

     `Yes my love?' he said into my hair.

     `I've been thinking about what you said tonight, about us doing the
same thing before the next trip.'

     `Rehearsal you mean?'

     `Yes. But not just for you alone.'

     `We can't get many people into that room,' Donald answered.

     `That's what I mean when I say I've been thinking about it. I own the
village, so to speak through the holding company.'

     `Yes,' he said warily, not sure where I was going with this.

     `Well what if the holding company sequestered a piece of land.'

     `Sequestered! Where on earth did you get that word from?' he
interrupted me.

     `Aunt Ethel was a very good teacher of English,' I replied, `but let
me finish before you shoot my idea down in flames. What if the holding
company was to use some of its land to build a village hall? The cost of
the building could come out of the rents it receives and anyone wanting to
hire it, could pay something towards the electricity they would use. Then
we would have a place to put on our show and then the whole village could
see it. It could even be used for wedding parties and such like. What do
you think?' The silence in the bedroom was deafening. I could hear my heart
beating and feel that of Donald's doing the same, but his beat was a little
bit slower than mine.

     `Are you awake?' I demanded, propping myself up on my elbow to look at
him. `Did you hear what I said?' I saw in the gloom of the room, one eye
open and blink at me, and I could just see a small smile on his face.

     `Yes, I heard you.'

     `Well say something you beast. Is it a good idea or not?' I demanded.

     `Give me a kiss,' he smiled, `you look lovely with that expression on
your face.'

     `Not until you've given me an answer,' I said, leaning closer towards
him, my hair curling round his chin and face.

     `It's a good idea...' I stifled the rest with my lips closing on his
with hearty kisses.

     `But,' he got out by breaking off the kisses, `it has got to be looked
at from all angles.'

    `From whichever angle or perspective I look, it feels good,' my mind
wandering as I had my hand on his cock by this time.

     `Francis! Yes, yes I agree. It's a good idea, but I'll have to talk to
Mr Truell and see what can be done about this scheme of yours.'

     `That's settled then,' I said, taking my hand off him and laying back
down. `I'll look out for the new village hall when I return home, and woe
betide you if it's not there.'

     `You minx,' he gave a chuckle as he rolled towards me and gave me a
kiss, `now go to sleep. You've got a busy day tomorrow.'

     I snuggled back into him to make us like a pair of spoons, comforted
by his arm over me and his penis tight up against my back, went off to
sleep.

     I think we must have both awakened at the same time, groping for each
other's morning erection, so it was breakfast in bed. Sucking and chewing
on each other till we came together, and I held him in my mouth for as long
as I could before swallowing. But then kept on sucking till he finally
called quits and broke our connection.

     We began getting dressed and as I only had to slip a dress over my
head, I was ready before him and then gave him the present I had bought a
few days earlier. I had hidden it under his bed and now I thought was the
time to give it to him. He opened it and I liked the smile that he gave me
when he saw the sweater. He kissed me so sweetly as he thanked me before he
put it on, and it did look grand.

     It was only a light breakfast that I prepared for us, but all I could
do was just nibble on a piece of toast because of the butterflies that were
hurtling around inside of my stomach.

     Today was the day, the day I hadn't been looking forward to. To be
torn between two desires, which I think are obvious. One was that I wanted
to go back to sea, to sing and dance, and the other to stay home with
Donald.

     I went across the lane and saw that the other two had just finished
breakfast as I had found them before. I went up to my room and got dressed
properly, taking time to do my make-up properly. I wanted Donald to see me
at my very best when it came time to leave him. With time running out, I
went back over to spend the last few minutes in his arms alone as we said
our goodbyes, because I didn't want him to see me crying in the taxi.

     The clock ticked on, and I kept looking at it as the hands slowly and
inexorably moved closer to ten o'clock, and was dismayed as the cars drew
up five minutes before time. I gave Donald a last kiss and begged him to
stay in the doorway and wave me goodbye from there. I think he understood,
because I could see the tears in his eyes as well. So with one last hug, I
turned away from him to hear him say `God be with you.'

     I fled down the path, fighting back the tears and let David see to the
trunks with Eddie and the other driver he had brought with him. I had over
two hundred pounds in my purse and Donald had said that he would set up an
account with a bank in Sydney for me to draw upon if I needed to. With the
time taken to load all our things into both cars, I had managed to get
myself under control.

     So with David getting in the front seat of the other car, Diane and I
settled ourselves in the back of Eddie's. The two cars had to turn round in
the narrow lane, and with a waving of hands, we then pulled away. I looked
out of the side window at Donald as we drove up the lane. His figure
getting smaller in the distance, waving from the gate until the car turned
the corner and he was gone from sight. I sat back in the car, winding up
the window, sniffing back the tears.

     `Blowing your nose helps,' Diane said sympathetically. I gave a laugh
at this homespun philosophy, but knew it to be true, so with a hefty use of
a handkerchief, I managed to stave off the tears. `You'll find it gets
easier in time,' she observed.

     `I don't think it will,' I said, having a last sniff.

     `You must love him very much,' Diane said softly, her hand touching
mine. I could only nod, again fighting to hold back fresh tears. I saw
Eddie's eye on me in his rear view mirror looking at me. I managed to give
him a smile and then I felt a bit better.

                                                           *

                                            To be continued.