Thread: A Victorian Tale... Innocence Corrupted (Silvamoon and ThomasWaller)

For many days to follow, the reunited lovers crept off to meet in the bowers and clearings within Barley woods, locations that once served the pair as playgrounds now became tender retreats. They spent hours in soft and rambling lovers phrases and promises. Their singular concern became how to bring about their marriage. If it could not be arranged formally they were bound to elope and face the mad world armed only with their devotion to each other. Their only days apart were caused by the impossibility of pressing one more excuse to flee their households. The agony caused by these separations were twofold, frustration for the one who waited and angst for the one who could not get away. When they did safely steal time to be in each others arms, they spoke endlessly of ways to present their case to their families. Now, on this ninth Friday since their profession of love things were different altogether. David paced frantically back and forth occasionally whooping for joy and then running back and forth down the path upon which Jo-Jo was to arrive. She had to come today. She just had to. Ill burst if she doesnt. Minutes dragged their weary feet until he heard the tread of her upon the pathway. He bolted towards her and lifted her off the ground. You will not believe it, Jo-Jo. I do know and can scarce believe it. She questioned him, laughing to see his boundless joy. Come, come. He shouted leading her by the hand to a clearing off the beaten path. You must sit. Sit and listen. I have no idea how to relate the news. Sit. Sit. He then sat beside her and took her right hand in both of his. You know the unctuous, deplorable scarecrow Smithers? Well I detest the man. But, but this morning I nearly kissed him. He has plotted, believe it or not, to solve the Beauchamps financial woes through marriage. He has hatched a scheme to have me marry a wealthy commoners daughter, one by the name of Miss Josie Barlowe. He has indeed enlisted my mother and this Josie Barlowes mother as accomplices to realize his plan. He intends to sit us down this very evening and make a business proposal to the pair of us a marriage of convenience Josie. We are to be offered a marriage of convenience. Yes, yes, its true its all true. My love, my darling we are to be wed, soon with our parents blessing no, with our parents insistence. My lovely Jo-Jo, I nearly kissed the spider man as he unfolded his news. Im to be pressured to marry you. Oh thank you fortune, oh bless you fate. The pair sank into the thick grass and kissed as they often had in this very place. But now the smoldering fire of passion burst into flames. David lay on top of her for the first time, his cock hardening as they writhed against each other. A hunger of mouths and hands overtook them, the knowledge of their impending marriage freed the caged animal in both of them. My sweet, sweet Jo-Jo, he whispered his hands sliding up to her breasts. He continued to grind and thrust his stiff cock into her tummy and she opened her legs slowly to allow him a welcoming home. He was caressing her breasts with more insistence now and she of her own volition began to unbutton the front of her bustier. Soon his hands slipped up and under her cotton shirt and he felt the soft, firm wonder of her naked breasts. Moved by love and spurred by lust she worked her hand into the front of his trousers and took his throbbing cock into her cool grasp. As one being they soon stood up and stripped off their clothing watching each other greedily, with no hint of shyness. Their clothes lay in a heap on the grass and the lovers fell back atop them. David knelt between her legs and Josie opened them for him smiling up at him as he stared in rapture at her naked cunny. She beckoned to him from her prone position and David grasped his cock and began to insert it into his darling Jo-Jo. There was a brief interruption as he met the blocking hymen but Josie thrust forward and he sank his cock into her. He felt the tightness and waves of constriction inside her. She closed her eyes and he remained still swimming in that ultimate connection. They were one more than they had ever been, now physically as well as spiritually. Slowly they both began to roll their hips into each other, finding a rhythm. Their breathing increased and the rolling turned to thrusts, their breathing to grunts and moans. They were fucking, truly fucking each other. Soon her legs wrapped around his waist and they made demands on each other for harder, faster, yes, yes, do my love, do. They both came hungrily and rested, panting tother, while his cock softened inside her. The semen spilled onto their clothing but they would not leave each other and began a torrid bout of kissing... proclaiming their undying love. Yet again,however, their rendezvous was shared. Wesley Smithers lay in the dense under brush and watched them fuck. His own hand had extracted his turgid cock and he stroked it feverishly as he watched the beautiful lovers take each others virginity. He mumbled to himself. I will fuck you too Josie Barlowe, and you will ask me to do it and your husband David will watch me do it, perhaps Ill even get him to put my cock into that lovely cunt. You see if I dont. The pair of you will enter my perverted, depraved world, you have no choice. Youll take my cock willingly His cock erupted in his hands shooting thick jets of sperm over his own clothing. He lay back relieved and smiling to himself. The reason for his confidence lay in some letters received from his solicitor, from a hurried trip to Manchester and from his ensuing unearthing of a heinous secret kept deep within the Barlowe family since their rise to prominence. He now had the means to place both families in such peril that their children could do naught but his will. His perverted will. He fondled his own flaccid cock as he contemplated his next move....