Mary Felix - The Beginning

I was a foundling baby, left on the steps of Exeter Cathedral on Christmas Eve 1882 and taken in by my adoptive parents Henry and Elsie Connors, who had not been blessed with children of their own.My father owned the Royal Oak inn on the high road between Plymouth and Exeter. It was a successful establishment which he had bought with prize money from his time in the Royal Navy. They called me Mary because that had been my father?s mother?s name, and so Mary Connors it was, at least until my new and eventful life in London began.I remember my early years being happy ones. My parents were hard-working and kind, and I went to school in the mornings and worked in the inn in the afternoons and evenings. It was a Georgian building over three storeys on the edge of a village called Handley.My own small bedroom in the attic overlooked the sizeable coachyard, and I became used to the bustle and noise of coaches and travellers on horseback coming and going at all hours. Before bed, I would often rest my elbows on the window ledge and dreamily imagine I was inside one of the coaches clattering out onto the high road and bound for London, a mysterious lady on her way to a secret assignation.I had no idea how close to a description of my adult life that would become.Through my early teenage years, I was something of an ugly duckling, a quiet bookish child with glossy black hair, which I habitually wore in a French plait, green eyes, and a faint natural tan to my skin.?Our Spanish girl,? my mother would say affectionately. One evening she found me in my room looking in the mirror. She laughed at my anxious expression and said, ?Don?t worry, Mary, you will be a beauty soon enough. We can all see that.? Then she sat on my bed and held my hand and talked about growing older and what that meant for me. About how men were and the attention I should expect. I remember finding it all rather interesting and exciting.I learned a great deal by watching Lucy, one of the serving girls, as she moved around the crowded bars, laughing with the men she liked and being civil to the ones she did not. She was three or four years older than me, an attractive curvy girl with an easy manner, and we became good friends, often chatting and giggling about the guests that had caught our eye when we finished work.As I grew up, I realised that my mother?s prediction was proving right. When people of either sex saw me, they often looked twice, and I sometimes overheard people speaking to my parents about their ?beautiful daughter?.?You?re becoming famous, Mary, Porno 64 and good for business,? my father would joke. ?People come in just to have a look at you.?For my part, I was also very aware of some of the more handsome regulars in the inn and often wondered what it would be like to be courted and even kissed by them.Late one evening, as the inn quietened for the night, I was in my accustomed position, leaning on the window ledge and looking down into the shadowy moonlit yard. There was a two-storey barn on the left-hand side, with a double door halfway down. As I watched, Lucy appeared below me and walked briskly and quietly up to the barn door. With a quick glance round, she opened it a crack and slipped inside, pulling it shut behind her. I wondered what errand had taken her there at that time of the night but did not think much more of it. Not until I saw her do it again three nights later, and again the following week.Finally, my curiosity got the better of me, and one evening when we were talking in my room before bed, I came right out and asked her.She looked at me for a moment and then grinned. ?I?m meeting Ben Williams, the apprentice blacksmith from Torton. We go in there to be together in private,? she added. Then she leaned forward and put her mouth to my ear and whispered, ?I let him fuck me, Mary. We?re to be married next year, but no one knows yet.?I was aghast, thrilled at the rudeness of her language and intrigued in equal measure, and, once I had congratulated her and sworn secrecy, she told me all about their trysts.?He?s a fine strong man and very good at it.? She giggled again. ?He isn?t my first, but he?s certainly the best, and when he gets going, oh my word, Mary, I?m worried someone might hear me sometimes.? She went on in some detail. Lucy was a very pretty girl, and I found her candid descriptions of their lovemaking fascinating and thrilling.Without thinking about it, I said, ?I wish I could watch,? at which she burst out laughing and smacked me playfully on the arm.?Naughty, naughty, Mary. What are you thinking!? she whispered in mock horror, but I noticed behind her eyes there was a speculation that sent little tingles of excitement through me.Nothing more was said until one lunchtime a couple of weeks later, when she met me on the stairs. She smiled and put her hand on my arm to stop me before leaning in and whispering, ?Make sure you?re in the barn by half past ten this evening. Hide in the upstairs gallery where the flour sacks are stored. I?m meeting Konulu Porno Ben at eleven. I?ll keep him down on the hay bales.? She raised her eyebrows and grinned at me before putting a finger over my lips. ?Watch and learn, Mary. Not a word.?And with a swing of her hips, she was gone, leaving me with the memory of her soft Devon voice in my ear and her breath on my neck.To say I spent the rest of the day in frenzied anticipation would be an understatement. Indeed, my mother admonished me in the kitchen for being ?so distracted?, leading Lucy to glance up from her work and secretly smile at me. The evening seemed to go on forever, but at last I was able to announce I was going to bed before quietly slipping across the yard and into the barn. It was a warm night in midsummer, and some of the hay bales lay in a single layer on the ground floor with the remainder stacked behind. A three-quarter moon shone through an upper window directly onto them but left the gallery in deep shadow. I climbed the ladder and made myself comfortable, heart beating in anticipation.Shortly afterwards the door opened, and Ben appeared. Safely out of sight, I had a long look at him and could see why he had caught Lucy?s eye. A good six feet tall, with broad shoulders and dark curly hair, he was a fine figure of a man, aged in his early twenties. As I watched, he reached onto a shelf and grabbed a blanket, which he spread over the bales, then pulled his shirt over his head and hung it on a hook.I was vaguely aware of my own intake of breath as his muscular torso was revealed, then the door opened, and Lucy entered. Did her eyes momentarily flicker upwards towards the gallery? It was hard to tell, and anyway, Ben quickly crossed to the door and silently swept her up into his arms. Indeed, not a word was spoken, not even a greeting, before they kissed passionately. Lucy ran her hands all over his shoulders and back whilst he grasped her buttocks and pulled at her dress, their bodies in full contact from shoulder to hip.Groans of desire filled the quiet space below me as I watched, fascinated, intensely aware of my own awakening emotions. Lucy finally pushed him back a little and, breathing heavily, quickly unbuttoned the front of her dress, pulling it open and then down so she was naked from the waist up. Her fine white breasts looked beautiful in the pale moonlight, and with a moan, Ben ducked his head to her nipples, licking and sucking each one in turn while she gasped and stroked his neck. At last, with Porno İndir an expression on her face which I had never seen before, she put her hand on Ben?s crotch.?Let me see it, then, Ben,? she said.He grinned and sat down on the blanket, pulling off his boots and trousers in fast order before standing up again stark naked. His lean and muscled body looked quite magnificent to my eyes. Even now, all these years later, I still think fondly of my first view of a big cock standing proud and ready for battle.Lucy went over to him, her hand grasping the shaft as she raised her mouth to his for another long kiss. I watched as she slowly moved her hand up and down, seeing his thigh muscles tense. At length he broke away from her and spoke for the first time, his voice thick with passion.?You know what I want. Give me a sucking, Lucy.??You always want that, Ben.? She laughed briefly, then knelt before him and took the swollen head of his cock into her mouth. I fear I spluttered with amazement at this point, but they were so distracted it went unnoticed. Cupping his balls with one hand and pumping his shaft with the other, she nodded her head rhythmically as he gasped and shivered. I noticed she varied the pace quite considerably at times before she finally leaned back and squeezed him firmly with her thumb and forefinger at the base.?Not yet, my darling,? she said quietly. Then she wriggled out of her dress, revealing that she was naked underneath. Ben picked her up and placed her gently down on the blanket. She parted her legs to reveal her thick dark bush.?That?s what you want, isn?t it??Oh God, yes.? His eyes were fixed on her cunny, as indeed were mine. The next second his face was between her legs, and he was licking her with an intense hunger. She groaned and reached down, holding his head in place as his mouth and tongue went to work.I watched, fascinated by the passion washing over her face. Her moans grew louder as her hips moved up onto his mouth until suddenly she spasmed, her expression contorted and hips working frantically. Then she froze for a long moment before subsiding as her expression relaxed.But she was to be allowed no respite as Ben knelt up between her legs, his cock straining towards her.?Go on, then, Ben, give your Lucy a good fucking,? she gasped, parting her legs wide as she reached for his cock. He thrust onwards as she guided him in, the muscles in his shoulders and buttocks working as he balanced on his arms and settled into a regular rhythm. From time to time he would shift position and I was treated to the delicious sight of his thick white cock driving into Lucy?s dark-haired cunny. His naked back glistened with sweat as he steadily built up the speed and power of his thrusts while Lucy moaned and pushed upwards, hands clinging to him, her mouth on his neck.