Chapter 14: Honeymoon Terminated

CHUCK

Despite the new suggestions thrown at me by Madame they were not foremost in my own mind, nor in Amina's.

I make no apology for the fact that we both started to fuck like rabbits at every opportunity as if time* would shortly be called.

Had Amina got a premonition?

Perhaps.

In the meantime we had settled into a routine. Morning started invariably with Armina's climbing on top of me for my first exercise of the day as Cassie put on the kettle. Within half an hour we'd had our first cup and Cassie led us around a three mile course that I had determined. Yes, I kept the promise to myself and admired two pairs of buttocks parted by nothing but a narrow thong, as they mounted the hillocks and loped down the grassways. Is it any surprise I tripped over three times and almost came a cropper?

Returning to the log cabin, it was I who prepared a breakfast as my duo took up the 'ladies exercises' taught to them at the orphanage over the previous three years. Very pleasant to watch they were, too.

I began to ensure that for the final ten minutes the meal was organised and I could sit outside with my second cup of the day and admire their early morning display. From the first, Amina regarded this part of the routine as a show, although she did blush. It was obviously done for my benefit as she would discard her thong and ensure that her crotch was always facing me as those splits were executed. I'm sure she had some perverse pleasure in displaying her bare pubes and often parted gash. Not a few times evidence of our earlier activities was seen to be still seeping out, much to the silent annoyance of Cassie.

What was the matter with that girl? I couldn't fathom her out.

I think the only unfortunate part of Amina's exhibition was that she always had her breasts protected from bounce by wearing a sports bra' during exercise. Yes, it was I who had come to my senses and insisted on a bra' after the first day's bubbly extravaganza, when her upper body was being pulled this way and that. It was fun to observe, but not worth the difficulties that she obviously had to endure.

This period I should call my honeymoon, but during the daytime I faced many demands. I had to plan the formation of a workforce, and it took time, in the town to negotiate for waggons and horses. A visit to town proved quite time consuming. Sorting out the purchase of some carts, I would have liked Craggs to have helped me here, but he was nowhere in evidence.

Originally, when I'd demanded carts and waggons for my bridge, I'd simply said, "I want ten of 'them'," and indicated something with shafts on it that was in full view. Now I was given a quick crash course in terminology by a slow-speaking livery hand who had clearly been working with horses for many years.

"I don't want anything quite as big as the Conestogas that are on the waggon* trains," I asked as he showed me around.

He looked puzzled and then responded in lilting and quiet tones, "thee's never goin' to get waggons that size here on this waggon trail. The largest we sees is prairie waggons because they can navigate the more mountainous tracks."

That put me right!

He chewed a wad of some plant extract and spat a colourless wad accurately out onto a mark on the ground. "Thee don't know thee'r waggons* dost thee?" It took me minutes to work out that he was asking if I understood the difference between one waggon and the next.

"No," I was forced to admit.

How the heck I understood his explanation is beyond me to this day. "Well as un what wants 'is carts and waggons, 'ee ought t' ken. Carts is them as 'as two of un's wheels. They's used on t' farm fur shifting muck and the like with one horse. Thee used them for thar road makin'. Most o' t'em 'as big sides for muck and stones."

I nodded, half uncomprehendingly, as he went on, "An' then there's waggons wi' their two axles as like a wain*. Now that's un as is open-sided, easy to load for straw and carting-in* 'afore Thanksgivin', an' we 'as a few drays for loading sacks and barrels on. Most waggons as we's got, need a team of 'osses and comes wi't a crosstree, nar shafts. Tha's knows them drays as having small wheels at front, but that's just as around 'ere like."*

I was reeling from his description, and I didn't understand everything for quite some time, and I'm damned if I had any idea where he came from, but in my memory came the fact that breweries' delivery men used to be called draymen.

I negotiated for and managed to obtain half a dozen carts and half a dozen waggons, mostly wains.

As a bonus I picked up a buckboard for near to its right price of six hundred credits. The reason that this was almost the same price as the heavy waggons was that it was more popular and in greater demand.

Rooting around the barn I discovered one vehicle that had never ever been hired out. It was a lightweight fully wooden-constructed delivery van that would navigate our roads only after I had given them an acceptable surface. For the use of any storekeeper in Hartglade, such a van was a luxury which had only been able to navigate decent roads. It was restricted to two or three roads in the town and out as far as the bridge at present.

I thought that both these four-wheeled vehicles would be much easier for the girls to harness up. For anyone who has seen a female try to harness her horse up to a cart, they will know why. The axle on two-wheeled carts acted as a fulcrum and the shafts end up in the air when not harnessed to a horse. Women have difficulty pulling them down level to the horse's flanks.

For everyday work the buckboard would be ideal, but I had the idea that the enclosed van would help to keep things like bags of flour and rice dry without having to lash a canvas on top of the load. The driver's perch was also provided with an overhanging roof, and the sides covered which would protect the driver and his or her companions from driving rain, that is unless it was the rain was sheeting in from the front!

For the dozen regular carts and waggons, I managed to negotiate an average of only six hundred and fifty credits each. It was a very good price for waggons less than two years old. I had to be corrected on my understanding of the carts. The presence of a new carriage works in the town worked in my favour. Though they had no plans yet to construct heavy wains* and large haycarts, the potential was certainly there as far as the livery stables were concerned. They also wanted rid of some surplus stock, needing the money instead.

The livery still made a good profit on them, having rented them out to the City Council for well over a year and their having almost paid for themselves. They had undergone hard wear, but their axles and wheels were in good fettle. Temporarily, I left most of them under cover in the spare barn of the livery stables.

Back at the tiny timber house, I really had to do something about Cassie. I planned that it would not be for more than a week that she would sleep under the table. I had laid down the law on her coming into the house, "You're here on trial. So far every time you opened your mouth, I've been subject to a load of drivel. Since you've been here, the only way I have been protected against your outbursts of vitriol has been to keep you away from me. I have little choice now, but if you so much as open your mouth once whilst in the cabin, you'll find yourself sent to sleep with the labourers in the hayloft."

She had no idea that she'd be in less trouble with labourers than with a pussy kitten. They certainly had taken but the slightest interest whenever they had caught sight of her or Amina without wearing a top and sporting the tiniest of crotch coverings.

Within the cabin it was far more cramped now, and I had to be more careful about keeping in order my papers, plans and schedules and lists of purchases. Amina did her best to keep the bedroom tidy, as that was the only place I had to use as an office.

I had to laugh at the amazement of Cassie as she saw that Amina was all over me. At first she thought that the girl was being browbeaten, but there was no disguising the eagerness with which Amina jumped into bed awaiting my arrival in the evening.

In all honesty, I again felt sorry for the loneliness of Cassie, particularly as Amina wanted to show off her new possession, me! There was no doubting the happiness of Amina, whose motives were quite obvious. One day she whipped off her tiny thong and leaned back, parting her legs, "Madame said you would really like me to be hairless."

With the immediate response of my body she knew she had a winner. Her milk-chocolate bare pussy with darker lips excited me inexplicably. Yet in the back of my mind was a gentle annoyance, more like an irritation, that Madame just could not keep out of my personal life.

There is something kinky about seeing a pussy without any pubic hair. Amina appeared to be more vulnerable, certainly more accessible without anything obstructing her lips.

My lover's reaction was so peculiar, I had no idea what she was thinking. Quickly, I dragged my now naked milk-chocolate dish into the bedroom where I immediately pronounced my intention of licking her to death.

It wasn't only I that was aroused by her appearance. "Please don't look at me like that. It makes me feel so self-conscious." It might have made Amina feel embarrassed, but there was no doubting that the discomfort of her mind appeared to affect her arousal. She kept trying to place her hands to obstruct my view. She didn't know whether she wanted to let me look at her, ashamed of revealing her blatant sex, or to show off.

I don't take pleasure from upsetting ladies, I never have, but she might have exhibited signs of being distressed a little, but it did wonders for her libido. I felt upset until I noticed the effect my attention was having on her labia. It nervously twitched and moved around, started to ease apart, revealing the natural dampness of female secretions. Her blatant exhibition was turning her on!

You have no idea how much a hairy minge covers up until you've seen a completely shaved pussy. Shaved? Let me tell you that barberising* is a far more efficient method of hair removal. Just one covering and there was not the slightest hint of stubble. She was so smooth that my fingers couldn't help but keep on being attracted to stroke her belly, mons and labia, but I soon discovered that my fingers have a great deal of power. Finally, as I caressed her, she admitted, "You wouldn't believe how much more sensitive it is."

I think she was making it quite obvious. Her legs went further and further apart and she raised herself up to encourage me to insert my fingers. Instead, I just persisted in stroking her mons and down each side of her labia. The effect was almost too much for her to bear until I did concede to her demands and penetrate her first with my roving fingers and then of course with my cock.

Fucking her to the satisfaction of the two of us, we lay together afterwards. "There is something kinky about seeing my girl without any pubic hair. You look so much more vulnerable, certainly more accessible without anything obstructing your pussy lips."

"I really am a slut?"

"Certainly not a slut, but from now on you know what effect barberising your pubes has..." I was going to say, 'upon me', instead I altered that to, "on you. You get so kinky having hairless pubes, don't you?"

This was when I really discovered that Amina got excited by being embarrassed. I couldn't help but say, "I insist that from now on you keep your pubes clean," I meant bare, "so they are more sensitive. You like them like that, don't you?"

I think she was too embarrassed to respond but one thing the incident did was to regain my control of her. Before that, she had been almost aggressive in her search for sexual satisfaction, and in all honesty, was getting a bit out of control. Now, I found her more turned on by words that I would have thought would simply make her uncomfortable.

That day I learned, too, that she got really excited when I did not immediately satisfy her arousal. By forcing myself to withhold some satisfaction she got more and more turned on, so that when I did finger her inside her pussy or fuck her, she was dripping wet and almost shivering with excitement.

It wasn't just Amina who was getting turned on.

Over a period of several days Cassie's attitude began to change. She started to confuse me, not only me, but Amina too. Outside in the mornings, Amina would complete those most difficult exercises at all, squatting in raising herself up and down on bent legs. The quite exhilarating display was done as the girl faced me, her labia being pulled apart as she reached the lower part of the exercise. It wasn't obvious at first, but Cassie, too, began to do this with her crotch facing me. Granted she was wearing a tiny thong, but whether it was her intention or not, she certainly began to attract my attention.

It was strange, although Amina and I were close, I started to watch Cassie. No, her lack of curves was still evident and she was as bony as ever. She maintained her tight-lipped attitude, but then kept out of trouble by saying nothing. If there was one thing I noticed, it was that her nipples, whilst she completed her exercises, became quite pronounced, not large, but they poked out sexily. They had a thin shape not unlike the rest of her body.

Then, I noticed that whenever she sat down, always topless according to my rules, she was still very conscious of her semi-nudity in my presence. Whenever I had looked at her fried eggs, she had always turned away or unobtrusively tried to cover them, perhaps with a casual tea towel. Now, I noticed that this was not the case. It took some time to appreciate what she was doing.

"Amina," I commented one night, "is Cassie trying to play around with me, trying to get me annoyed?"

"What you mean?"

"She's not as shy as she was before. She's like you."

Like you! That little comment made my Amina blush, "I don't think ... but ... Like me?"

I couldn't resist it, "Yes, just like you, you get turned on exposing yourself to me, I've seen you."

She suddenly began to reveal more outward signs of shyness, blushing and not wanting to look me in the face, but those tiny nipples grew hard. She began to fidget with discomfort; this all meant that she was getting slightly aroused.

It was fun to tease her.

"Yes, what is it with both of you two? You both keep on flashing me and, just look at yourself, you're getting wet. I indicated a dark patch on the front of her tiny thong, which, even as I pointed it out, grew wider, much to the chagrin of Amina. "Does Cassie get as wet as you do?"

Finally I had to stop teasing her, or I would have exhausted myself in another round of fucking. "We were talking about Cassie, she always used to turn away from me when there was any personal comment or particular situation." I meant sexy situation.

"Oh, I see what you mean." Amina recalled an incident at the table, "She just stays there, going red in the face, is she trying to face you out? To make you feel a bit guilty that she has to be undressed?"

"What is she playing at?"

"I'm not quite sure. She's a funny girl."

That's one thing we were both agreed on.

Of course, now we both were more aware of everything Cassie did. It was not two days later that Amina confided, "She's not put off by sexy things. Last night she was asking me if it was really as good as I said it was."

"What do you mean?"

"I think she is looking forward to when you start bonking* her."

I said nothing directly to Cassie, but over the next few days, as I relented and didn't send her off to work on her own, she began to spend more time in my company. A silent and very delicate truce broke out between us.

I began to devote the days to surveying and marking out the site for the new house. Much of the construction work could be done by labourers but they needed guidelines to follow. Because of what was planned in the interior I decided on a timber frame construction, not a true cob farm building.

Crags swapped six fresh oak trees in return for the seasoned and rough sawn timbers I needed. As there was an enormous oak grove on my land it was a good exchange.

I made a note to transplant some saplings that were springing up from acorns to give them a better chance to survive into striking trees. There was duty to preserve deciduous trees and oaks would always be popular. Yes, I'd establish a few more oak groves. They would be a good tree to sit on either side of my long drive mixed in with sweet chestnuts too.

The ground breaking work on the new house began. The first thing that I did was supervise the two labourers in scraping off the topsoil from our plot, some quarter of a mile away and nearer the stream. The dragline now adjusted in angle was set up behind a pair of shires and made quick cleared the sight in a day before I set them on scraping down the first part of the drive to the road to provide for a good foundation there.

Yes, I know it was a luxury but with rain falling every day the whole area was beset with boggy roads.

In reality, during the daytime I didn't spend much time with my girls. Slowly I began to build up my work force and set them tasks to do bringing rubble in to help drainage all around the area where my new house was going to be.

Then they started bringing in cartloads of stone to be tipped on to the track that met the main road. Each time some was tipped, then another team of horses would come and pull a very heavy roller over the drainage materials. It took some time just sorting out the logistics so that the labour force could just continue without any input from me for a couple of days at a time. That was what site managing was all about.

Amina was pleased that I rode over to the horse breeders and searched for a second steed. I didn't quite know what I wanted, but selected the same breed as Castor. It was his half-brother, Pollux, born of a different mare. The bloodstock was called a Smallholders Breed, peculiar to the Deer Valley, but I was sure that there was some Percheron in there somewhere. You will probably know that the Percheron breed came from Brittany, and was used by the French knights as warhorses in the mediaeval period.

Both of my horses were some sixteen hands high, very well built, but not as slow and ungainly as a Shire horse, nor so broad in the back as to make them too awkward to sit astride in riding them. Both of these horses had been schooled between the shafts, and could pull a reasonable sized cart. I should only ask them to draw a part-empty haycart and then only if I had no shire available. A fully laden large cart should only be pulled by a Shire horse.

A quick glance at my diary told me when Cassie should be at her most fertile. I had to take advantage of this first opportunity, if not just to latch with her but to impregnate her. There was a good reason why I only wanted to have intercourse with her once. Of course I had second thoughts. In one backward looking moment I would be thinking that this was no better than an anticipated rape.

Every time this thought came into my head I got confused. I imagined taking her for myself with a deep-seated satisfaction. I imagined filling her full of sperm as if that was all I ever wanted to do. A strange assumption occurred that a successful semen swimmer permeated her cervix and fertilised an egg. My imagination flicked forward to an image of her swelling belly making me proud.

And then, to counter that, I considered the practicalities of having sex with her for the first time. I had been dreading this moment. What should I do if she refused to cooperate? Where should the dirty deed take place? Would she become aggressive? Would she becomes sullen and just flop down to let me take her like a drugged victim was taken advantage of? I couldn't do that.

In the event, when the day came around, I chose mid-morning. I adhered to all the advice offered to me by Madame. To assert my authority, I would take her doggy style. The objection to that was that she could not focus on me as I penetrated her. The solution was that Amina and I arranged a couple of mirrors very delicately in the barn. This would enable her to be taken from the rear, but still she could focus her eyes on my face.

"I want to watch," confided Amina. In truth, I felt rather embarrassed, but this affectionate girl was my partner and I didn't want to do anything behind her back.

Of course, her suggestion gave me another opportunity to tease her that she was again being kinky. This had the result of turning Amina on again, much to my amusement.

One thing that did worry me was that even though I teased Amina, she and I had grown together more intimately. How could I assure her that any affection that I felt for her was not diminished by my taking of Cassie? Yes, I felt I was letting myself down. Even anticipating fucking the nasty woman made me feel some affection towards her. What am I? Weird? Was it Mom's influence on bringing me up that sex was always a sign of affection?

I'm afraid I couldn't answer that question, even to my own satisfaction. In anticipation of the forthcoming fun, I completely forgot any misgivings I had held. Perhaps I was helped by the attitude of Amina, who didn't appear to have any reservations either.

It was late morning when Amina hid up in the bales of the hayloft overlooking the stables

"Come in here, Cassie," I demanded. The intention was to give her little time to think and object and back out if that was what she decided. I told you, I was a coward.

"I want you to lean forward over these straw bales and look in that mirror." It was a mark of the discipline that was instilled in all the girls from the day that they entered the orphanage that she did as asked without making any visible objection.

Carefully, I took one leg and then the other and placed both of her feet well apart. She was confused, but I don't think she understood my intention.

Or did she? I asked myself that question many times afterwards. She was certainly compliant.

"Stretch forward," I instructed, "and place your hands on that edge of the bale and don't take them off." I'm afraid to say that even though I felt guilty at this stage, my cock was already rampant. One thing I had never intended to do was that I placed my hand between her parted thighs and rubbed the tiny triangle of material between her legs, pushing it into the softness of her opening.