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Chapter, The Second – My second journey of adventure – The road to Birmingham

As was related in my earlier tale, I was forced to seek other employment when my old Master, Master Goodsell, went to meet his maker. Through his efforts prior to his demise, and to the further efforts of his good wife, I secured a position with Master Johnson, a master carpenter and woodcarver in Birmingham. With many regrets, including the one of leaving Molly, my master teacher in the arts of lovemaking, I bid Leichester goodby and boarded a coach for Birmingham.

In order to save my coin at the expense of some comfort, my passage was to be on the roof of the coach. Being young and strong, I believed the journey would not be so exhausting as others atop the rattling, rocking coach predicted. I soon learned they did not overstate their case. The only handhold I could use to maintain my position on the rounded roof was a small handle of wood, and the grasping of it soon tired out my arms.

The coachman in his great coat seemed intent on throwing us roof-riders to the ground. He seemed to stear his course into each and every hole and over every bump in the roadway while urging his team on at the top of his voice. By keeping up this reckless pace, we arrived at the station in Smockington, a distance of some fifteen miles, in five hours time.

Our inside passengers, a man and his wife and another man, took immediately to their cots at the inn, complaining of the ill treatment. The journey for me was one of excitement though I must admit to a certain unease in my innards. The cook of the inn, a happy woman named Annie with a broad smile and the hips to match, soon put that to rights with a cup of tea and a fair porriage of oats with honey. Somewhat refreshed after the day’s travel, I set off to explore the town.

Smockingham was not large and sights were few. There was a church with a parsonage that held little interest for me save the interesting joinery of the entryway. That seen and noted, my wandering took me back toward the inn. A short distance away was the stable where the coachman bedded his team for the night. Having no better way to occupy my time, I approached the building with the intent of asking the coachman about our departure time the following day.

As I neared the open door, a voice came to my ears, but not that of the coachman. It was the soft voice of a woman.

“Mmmm…Give it to me, you randy bastard. I been waitin’ a fortnight just to feel that big cock in me. Oh-h-h…That be the way Jack, all the way in to the ballocks.”

Quietly, I entered the stable and peered into the half-light. The voice spoke again, and came from a stall at the end of the row.

“Aye, squeeze ma tit too, and let me feel your belly bounce my arse.”

My eyes grew accustomed to the light and I crept down the feedway. There, in the last stall was a woman I recognized as Annie, the cook from the inn. She was bent at the waist and holding on to a rail of the stall. Her dress and chemise were pulled down to her waist at the top, and raised up to her waist from the back. Behind her stood the coachman, his shaft firmly bedded between her thighs, with one hand on her large backside and the other on her swinging breast.

They looked as did Father’s sheep dogs when they mated, though our dogs were never so vocal in their efforts.

“Ah-h-h-h, Annie, your cunny be dripping and hot. ‘Tis nice to sheath ma sword ‘n your slick passage again.”

“Then be not so easy with your sword there Jack. Yes…that be what I like…ram it in to the hilt.”

It had been but a day since my last ride with Molly, but the sight was causing my manhood to swell. Oh, how I wished it was swelling inside Annie. If the manner in which the coachman performed was any indication, her cunny was a delight indeed. He began to stroke in and out with great vigor, and his face became very contorted.

“Ah…woman, I am come.”

“Do not stop”, Annie cried, “My end is near too.”

With that, he slammed into Annie’s backside with such force she nearly fell down. The coachman grunted and slammed into her again and again. Annie soon shrieked and shook like a willow leaf in a summer wind. The coachman put both hands on her bottom and stood there panting.

“Woman, you’ve sucked me ballocks dry.”

Annie giggled.

“I reckon they shall be filled back up soon, if I know you, and you’ll be wantin’ to poke me again.”

“Aye, that I will.”

He slapped her on her bottom.

“And you, my little cock teaser, will be ready too, will you not?”

Annie giggled again.

“Indeed I will, Jack, as always I am when you spend the night.”

With that, the coachman stepped back, his manhood slipping from between Annie’s thighs. Annie stood up, rearranged her skirts, and pulled her chemise and dress back over her shoulders. I quickly left the stable before they should see me.

I lay in my cot that night, and wished I were back with Molly. My manhood was in a shameful state, standing so proud, and I could not make it behave properly. A trip to the privy was the only remedy, if it could be called such. My hand was but a poor substitute for the soft caress of a woman’s warm, wet passage. I fell into slumber thinking the position in which I’d seen the coachman and Annie was very intriguing.

Without any doubt, the coachman had met Annie again at some time during the night or early morning, for he was humming and smiling as he waited for us in front of the inn. As soon as we boarded the coach, he slapped the reins on the rumps of his team and they started off at a trot. This breakneck pace did not last long, and thankfully so. At the first jolt of a wheel climbing out of the wheel rut, the woman inside shrieked. Her husband yelled for the coachman to slow his pace lest we all be killed. This he did, and the rest of the hour passed with only a few bumps that clacked my teeth together.

The countryside was quite beautiful, being fields green with grass and dotted here and there by sheeps and cattle and watered by several small streams that meandered through these pastures. The road crossed one of these streams by means of a stone bridge, a structure which not only allowed passage of walkers and riders both, but also served as a jumping-off place for small boys. They waved to us as we passed and then leapt into the shallow water. I had had like experiences at home, and understood their joy.

Would that I had been so joyful, but alas, the road we traveled today was much more harsh than the one traversed the day before. The town of Coventry appeared none to soon for me, as my innards were nearly jostled out of me by the constant jarring of the coach. The inn in which we were to spend the night was pleasant both for the food and cot but moreso for the fact it did not rock about.

As on the night before, I supped and then went for a walk. There were several workshops of tradesmen there, and I visited for a time at a carpenter’s shop not far from the inn. Master Quarl was a pleasant man, and we spend much time discussing the manner in which he selected his wood. It was very late when I made my way back to the inn, and were it not for the lights in the windows, I should have had a difficult time indeed.

Around the corner from the inn was a large house, a simple wattle and daub structure of no particular character, and I should have passed it by without a second thought had the coachman not nearly run me down as he turned that corner. We bumped together rather sharply, and I thought him injured, for he fell flat upon his back.

At once, I offered my hand to help him regain his feet. The man struggled, but finally stood again and then promptly leaned on my shoulder. The smell of ale was strong on his breath.

“Blood hell, lad, that were a crash. Knocked me on ma arse for sure. I be thankin’ you for gettin’ me back on ma pins again.”

He broke wind with a frightful sound, took a few steps and promptly fell down again.

“Damnable dark…stepped’n a hole, I reckon. ‘Tis hard to see in this blackness.”

I thought it prudent to assist the coachman, for should he come to harm, I would not arrive in Birmingham according to schedule.

“Yes, coachman, the street is rough here. Allow me to help you. To the stable, is it?”

“Aye, just down this street.”

We soon arrived at the building, and I helped the coachman inside. He pointed to a door.”

“There, lad, there be ma bed, though t’would be better had Mary let me stay, I think?

As I assisted him through the door, I wondered that he had a woman in Coventry as well as Annie in Smockington.

The coachman collapsed on the straw tick which served as his bed.

“Ahhh, Mary. She’s a good sort o’ woman, though a trifle plain’n the face.”

The coachman raised his head to look at me. He chuckled.

“Not so’s you need a flour sack o’er her head, mind ya, just a bit plain, but warm and willin’ in the blankets. Her tits and muffin would warm me well tonight, and on the morrow as well.”

His head fell back to the straw tick and broke wind again.

“Ah, well, the woman’s curse is also that of a man. I shall be here three days hence, and things‘ll be right ag’in wi’ ‘er then.”

With that, he fell to snoring loudly, so I made my exit.

The next morning, in preparing to climb to my perch on to of the coach, the coachman beckoned to me.

“Lad…Richard is it? Aye, Richard, your seat be here beside me from now on. I’ll not forget one who helps me in my time of need.”

I had thought him so into his cups the night before that he would not remember me, but I was thankful he did. The ride was no smoother, but sitting rather then crouching, and having a place on which to rest my feet was far superior.

The coachman seemed to enjoy the new arrangement. No sooner had the coach left the last building of Coventry in the distance than he commenced to talking.

“’Tis a good thing you came along last night, lad. I have a sickness at times that makes me unsteady on me pins, and I might have laid there in the street until the morn.”

I though it not best to point out that he still smelled of ale, and that his rapid recovery from such a severe disablement would have appeared remarkable to a surgeon.

“There are no thanks necessary. I did only what any man would have done.”

He laughed.

“Lad, you’ve not met some o’ the men I have then, but no matter. “’Tis a shame Mary was out o’ sorts though, as it were. “

He nudged me with his elbow.

“A man’s got to get his poker in the fire once in a while, don’t he? Perhaps Rose will be in better spirits when we reach Meridan.”

I chuckled, hoping the coachman would think me of great experience in these matters.

“Yes. A good hard ride serves to put one at ease. Tell me, would your Rose have a friend also in good spirits?”

“Why, Lad? You’re a good lookin’ man and young and strong. I should think the women fall all over themselves to get your cock in ‘em.”

“Were it but so, but I’ve met none on this journey.”

“Well, small towns make for slim pickin’s, I fear, and Meridan will be no different. Ol’ Roberts, he runs the inn there, his wife don’t put up with no hussies, so there be no willing women there. You’ll just have to take a walk and keep an eye peeled for one what gives you the eye back.”

“That would be how you came across Edna?”

“Nay, lad. Edna’s a seamstress widow woman who likes to get her needle threaded when I pass through. Ripped my pants one day, I did, and went to her t’git ‘em sewed up. Once she got me out o’ ‘em, she didn’t stick her needle in ‘em until next mornin’, but I stuck mine in her a few times I did. Got the softest arse you ever did feel and knows how to use it, too.”

He chuckled again.

“Didn’t come across her either, lad, but I filled her up several times. Likes to be filled, she does.”

The coachman looked at me and nudged me with his elbow again.

“Hates the lambskin and loves the manskin.”

I laughed, for it seemed he thought that statement to be funny, though it seemed to me strange that a woman would not like the softness and warmth of a wooly sheep’s hide.

As the countryside went past, the coachman regaled me with talk of his women. It would seem he drove this route on a regular basis, and had a woman at every way station. Most, he said, required him to don his lambskin for fear of his seed sprouting, and cautioned me that I should carry mine at all times while in Birmingham.

“Aye, there be passles of women around what wants a good poke, but they be a cautious lot less’n they be long in the tooth. You’ll find enough what’ll spread their legs for a man cloaked, though. You have a lambskin, don’t you lad?”

“No, my only coat is of plain wool.”

The coachman roared in laughter.

“You be making a joke, lad, are you not? Have you not a sheath for your cock made from a sheep’s gut? Perhaps you prefer a fish bladder? Some do.”

Now I understood somewhat, and did not wish to appear so naïve, so I chuckled.

“Oh, you speak of that lambskin. No, I left it in Smockington, and have had no opportunity to replace it.”

“No mind, lad. Ol’ Robert’s wife may be a lot stiff, but he’s a man o’ the world, having once sailed afore the mast, and keeps some for travelers such as you. Just ask him when that prude of a wife is some’re’s else.”

Meridan was much smaller than Coventry, there being only a handful of houses in addition to the inn. I resigned myself to spending yet another night in the arms of only my straw tick, and started into the inn. The coachman caught my arm and pulled me aside.

“I been putting ma mind to your situation, lad, an’ think there may be an answer. Go and see the innkeeper for a new skin and then meet me at the stable. After I put up the team for the night, we shall see.”

In an hour, the team was brushed, watered and fed. The coachman put down his grain bucket and smiled.

“Now then, lad, we be off to see Rose at her house. Ma last trip, she’d taken in a boarder. The girl was young, and seemed a tad skittish, but there be no harm in tryin’.”

Rose was happy to see the coachman, and seemed happy to see me as well. She was a bit on the portly side, and as happy as a cow in a haystack. Every time she spoke, her words ended with a titter or a laugh.

“Jack, Jack, ‘tis been too long since you’ve been to my house. I thought you to have found another well to dip. He he he he. And who is this strapping young man? You’ve not brought me a substitute have you? Ha ha ha ha.”

“Ah, Rose, you know I have me eyes fixed only for your soft buns and pillows. Nay, this lad’s a friend in need, as ‘twere. Needs a bit o’ the woman’s touch, he does, and I thought about the young girl you have for a boarder. Richard here is a true gentleman, and would do her no harm if she’s not of like mind.”

Rose smiled, then tittered.

“He, he, he. That girl is my young cousin, come to live with me for a while. Her husband up and decided he wanted to be a sailor. He’s som’ere between here and the colonies now, and won’t be back ‘til next summer. Poor girl had a taste of a man and then he left her by herself. I tell you, she’s been all fidgety and short tempered since she came to live with me. I’m teaching her to be a seamstress so’s she can earn some money, but it is a task with her in such a state. Ha ha ha ha.

“Just last week Elizabeth and me had a talk whilst she was tryin’ to embroider a dress. Poor girl was jumpy as a frog and pricked her finger with the needle three times. “Tis the lack of a man, I says to her. Ha ha ha ha. I says her husband has prolly found him a woman in the colonies and I’d be happier if she got herself bedded too so’s she would not be so tense. He he he he.

“Elizabeth said I spoke the truth, but didn’t know how to go about such a thing. There be so few men hereabouts, and those that be not already married be old ones what needs a splint or ones too young to know which fork in the road to take, if you get my meaning. He he he he.”

She put her hand on my arm.

“Perhaps, Richard, she might fancy you. If so, be gentle, for while she wants a stiff one, she’s had none other than her husband. The portal’s not been stretched much, so you might find it a bit snug. He he he he.

“Now, we were about to sup, and there be plenty of stew to fill us all. I’ll fetch Elizabeth and we shall see if you can set her to rights later on. Ha ha ha ha.”

Elizabeth was a tiny little thing with long, light brown hair and pretty blue eyes. Her dress was cut low in the bosom, as was Rose’s, but not nearly so filled. If fact, were it not for the round hips that spread the dress from her waist, one would have said she was thin as a rail.

As sweet as was her face and as nice were her manners, a clumsier woman I never did see. Upon entering the room, she promptly tripped on a crack in the floorboards. Catching herself on the table, she sent forks skittering about and only because the coachman was quick did a mug not go banging into the hearth. She righted herself and took a seat quietly, then smiled at me a little. Rose busied her hands with dipping the stew and her mouth with more tittering chatter.

“Elizabeth, this be young Richard. He travels with Jack here, on his way to Birmingham, and Jack thought you might enjoy some company tonight. He he he he. We shall leave you two alone as soon as we finish up. Then you can get acquainted more proper like. He he he he.”

Supper was supped, and the table cleared. Rose whispered something to Elizabeth, then grabbed the coachman by his arm and dragged him out of the room. I heard a door close, and then Rose’s giggle.

“Wait ‘til I get ma dress over ma head, Jackie. Then ya can squeeze ‘em proper like. He he he he.”

Elizabeth gave me an embarrassed little smile.

“We shall not see them again until tomorrow morning”, she chuckled, “but I fear we shall hear them all through the night. Rose does seem to enjoy a man in her bed.”

“I am told many women do, many more than would admit to such a desire.”

Elizabeth chuckled.

“Rose freely admits to hers, at least to me she does. Why, the things she admits to would make you cringe were I to tell you.”

“Oh. What would be these things that would make me shudder so?”

Elizabeth’s voice became almost a whisper.

“I saw her in her bed with a candle once.”

“That does not seem strange. I often use candles to read by when in bed.”

“She had the candle…down there, and she was using it as a man uses his…his organ.”

Now, this was an interesting subject, and I wished to learn as much as I possibly could.

“You mean…”

Elizabeth nodded.

“Yes, and after a while she made such a frightful cry and shook so I though her to be having a fit. I rushed into the room only to find her with the candle still in there and a smile on her face. She giggled at my look of shock and told me I would do well to follow her example.”

“It is my understanding that women experience such when enjoying great pleasure. Rose said you were married. Have you never had such pleasure?”

Elizabeth hung her head.

“The pleasure of which you speak is not something I have experienced nor that which I understand. Until coming to live with Rose, I did not know women could do so, nor it would seem did my husband.”

I at once realized my experience was much greater than Elizabeth’s, and perhaps I could use that experience to gain her trust and with good fortune, her bed.

“’Tis a simple thing, really. All that is required is to use the right touch on the right places.”

“And where would those places be?”

“Oh, there are many, to many of which to speak. The proper way would be a demonstration, but you do not know me, and the places are such you might not think it proper.”

Elizabeth giggled.

“Rose seems to have no such sense of what is proper. Did you hear that?”

I had heard. Rose had just groaned and asked the coachman to use three of his fingers.”

“Yes, but Rose is older and more accustomed to the ways of making love. I would not expect the same from you, being that you are of a young age and of little experience.”

Elizabeth thrust out her chest, such as it was, and raised her chin slightly.

“Even though I am young, I have experience. I shall not be offended.”

“Well, I prefer to begin by kissing. It is very arousing, I find, to feel one’s lips tasting a woman’s mouth.

Elizabeth laughed at me.

“You taste women.”

“Most certainly, parts of them I do.”

“And just which parts would these be?”

“The lips, of course, and the neck, and shoulders and…perhaps I should go no further for fear of upsetting your modesty. Suffice it to say, no woman has yet complained of my tasting.”

“And you would taste me in the same way?”

“Were you agreeable, yes. I would enjoy doing so very much, and if I may be so bold, you would find it quite enjoyable also, I believe.”

I looked at Elizabeth. Her pretty eyes seemed more open and there was a slight sparkle to them. Could this be what the coachman meant when we talked earlier? He had said there be no harm in trying, so I set about doing so.

I stood and walked to Elizabeth’s chair, bend down and kissed her gently on the back of her neck in the manner Molly had enjoyed. Elizabeth’s little shiver gave me cause to hope.

“Elizabeth, was that horrible?”

“No, not horrible. It just gave me a chill.”

I gently pulled her hair from her shoulder and kissed it softly. Elizabeth caught her breath but did not shiver. I kissed her soft shoulder again, then nibbled from her shoulder to the slight swell of her breast while I stroked her back. Elizabeth sighed.

“Do you wish me to stop, Elizabeth?”

Her voice was very soft.

“No.”

With the utmost of care, my lips nibbled back up to her cheek and then around to her mouth. I kissed her soft lips, and at that very instant, allowed my hand to stroke the front of her dress. Elizabeth made a soft little sound and I felt a nipple begin to swell beneath her dress and chemise. I gently pulled away from her lips.

“There, was that not enjoyable for you? I certainly found it so.”

“Yes, ‘twere, I suppose. The other places you kiss, where might they be?”

I traced a line with my fingertip from Elizabeth’s shoulder down to the neckline of her dress.

“Here…and lower if the woman is unclothed.”

“Lower? Where?”, Elizabeth breathed.

My fingertip touched the swollen nipple that pushed out her thin dress.

“These buds and the soft mounds upon which they sit.”

My hand slipped down to her soft belly.

“And here…”

I gently stroked her thigh.

“And here also.”

“Perhaps just on my lips again…for now.”

I kissed Elizabeth softly and moved my hand back to her rigid nipple. With gentle movements of my hand, I stroked the swollen bud with my fingertip, then cupped her small breast and squeezed gently. At Elizabeth’s moan, I slipped that hand between her chemise and chest until I felt the firm little nub resting against my palm.

Elizabeth moaned again as I squeezed and rubbed her soft breast, and began returning my kiss with parted lips. Molly had taught me what that meant, and I slipped my tongue out to brush Elizabeth’s bottom lip.

The girl nearly sucked my tongue from my head. Mollie had never been so in a rush, and had told me I should go slowly. Elizabeth apparently had had no such teachings, for she commenced mouthing my lips and wrapping her tongue around mine in a most delightful manner.

I was nearly to gasp for lack of breath when Elizabeth released my mouth from hers. The quiet voice that whispered in my ear was low and sensuous.

“These other places you taste…will you show them to me also?”

“Perhaps Rose would come out for a drink and see us. It would hurt me dreadfully to cause you such an embarrassment.”

Just then, Rose’s giggling voice came through the door of her bedchamber.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm. Jack, you do know the way of a woman. He he he he. Yes…right there it be. Oh-h-h-h, if you keep rubbing it, my little cunny will catch fire.”

“It’ll be some day when something so wet catches fire, I reckon. Woman, you’re hot as the hubs o’ the devil’s own carriage wheels.”

“Aye, hot I am. Now stir me with your cock and make my pot boil over.”

It appeared we should have no worry about an interuption from Rose or Jack for some time, though I worried that Elizabeth would reconsider in light of the noises coming from through the door.

My fears proved to be without substance. Elizabeth rose, took my hand and led me to her bedchamber. Upon entering, she made short work of disrobing, and soon stood naked in the light of a single candle.

Her breasts were not so small as they appeared when clothed, being sort of flat rather than standing proud on her chest. They were arousing enough, but her nipples were what caught my eye and inflamed my loins.

They were very dark, and very long, long enough I could easily catch one between my fingers, which I commenced to do. Elizabeth breathed in quickly at my touch. Her voice was soft and low in pitch.

“I this one of the places you taste a woman?”

I said nothing, but bent down and slipped the long, stiff nipple from my fingertips to my mouth. At the first touch of my tongue, Elizabeth sighed and put her hand on the back of my neck. As my good teacher had taught me to do, I began to gently suck upon the taut nubbin. After only a few moments, Elizabeth began to breathe with very short, very quick breaths. I paused in my ministrations to look up at her face to be certain she was not in some sort of distress.

Elizabeth’s mouth was open in an almost perfect circle and her eyes were closed. I sucked upon her engorged nipple again, and Elizabeth gasped. All was the same as I had witnessed when performing the same with Molly, save Elizabeth seemed to be quite aroused for such a short time to have passed. With my fingertips, I sought and found her other nipple and gave it a little tweak.

Elizabeth nearly smothered me against her breast, so hard did she push my face into her chest. Another tweak to her nipple cause her to begin to shake and little mewing sounds came from her open mouth. Before I could cease my efforts, as Rose would have said, her pot boiled over.

I thought it a bit strange, for while Molly enjoyed my sucking she never reached her release in that manner. At the time, I supposed Elizabeth’s reaction to be caused by an extended abstinence. I was to learn, however, that her nipples were as sensitive in some ways as her little pearl.

As Elizabeth’s panting slowly subsided, she stroked my hair, then whispered, “Where be these other places of which you spoke?”

I replied that it would be better for her to recline on her bed before continuing, for if such a small amount of stimulation had carried her away, as it were, I feared if her ultimate end were in proportion, the poor girl would fall down.

Once she had lain upon her back, I made short work of shedding my clothing and hopped into the bed beside her.

Elizabeth’s nipples were still a fascination for me, and it would not do were I not to give the other a friendly suckle. It proved to be every smidgeon as easily aroused as the first time, and Elizabeth reacted in the very same manner. This time, I was wiser and only teased the long nubbin for a bit, enough to cause Elizabeth to breath quickly again.

All this while, my hand was caressing its way down her slender side and over her rounded belly, stopping only when I felt the soft curls which guarded her nether lips. At the same moment my hand softly brushed those silken strands, my lips began to nuzzle down her soft belly. Upon my nose reaching her thicket, I rearranged myself to kiss her thighs. After only a slight pressure of request that I might nuzzle the softness of their inner sides, Elizabeth opened her legs wide.

Such a silky feeling against my face and lips was wonderful indeed, though not so wonderful as Elizabeth was evidently experiencing. She moaned with every little kiss I made, and fairly jumped in the air when my fingertips traced her softer, secret lips.

With only a small effort, my fingertip slipped between those lips into wet warmth. Her stream, as Molly had called it, was flowing freely, so much so her thighs were already damp. That was Molly’s sign that she desired my cock inside her, and I reasoned that Elizabeth would be the same. Carefully moving on the small bed, I positioned myself between Elizabeth’s thighs.

Had it not been for Rose’s shriek that she had reached her end, I should have plunged my cock directly into Elizabeth’s passage and quickly spent my seed. As ‘twere, the sound served to remind me of the coachman’s caution about that seed sprouting. Quickly, I retrieved my pants and removed the lambskin from the pocket.

At my pause in the performance, so to speak, Elizabeth opened her eyes.

“Richard, why have you stopped?”

“My lambskin. I must –“

Elizabeth beckoned me with open arms.

“You need it not. It is not my time.”

The short respite had cooled Elizabeth’s ardour only slightly, and with my fingertip on her pearl it was quickly restored. I say restored, however, intensified would be a far better choice of words. In no time at all, her hips began to thrust up off the bed and her small, quiet moans became longer and louder.

To my way of thinking, ‘twas time to test the waters with my shaft, and I knelt between her thighs. With great care, lest, as Rose had cautioned, Elizabeth not be sufficiently open for me, I place the tip of my cock at her entrance and pushed.

Had Elizabeth’s passage not been so glib, I should have stuck there by the snugness. As it happened, I felt only a tightness for the few moments before Elizabeth jerked her body up and completely impaled herself on my shaft. As our bellies touched, she moaned and pushed up still more.

Rose had said Elizabeth was in need of a man’s attentions, but her meaning of being in need was a great deal stronger than my understanding of the words up to that point. Though I attempted to begin stroking in and out of Elizabeth’s slippery passage, it was she who furnished most of the effort.

The tightness of her passage, and her constant murmured moans and little mewing noises soon had me at the precipice. My attempts at forestalling such were successful until Elizabeth cried out and arched her back off the bed. I felt her body begin clasping at my cock, and then she shrieked again. The groan burst from my lips only moments before my seed burst from my loins.

After slipping from Elizabeth’s clasp and rolling to her side, I lay there with my hand on her breast and feeling the pounding of her heart. At some point, I drifted off to slumber, only to be roused a short time later by Elizabeth’s hand stroking my manhood. Of course, being young and of strong constitution at that time, I responded quickly to her touch as did she to mine.

She was as in need again, or so she whispered to me. Before I could manage to properly position myself, she threw her soft thigh over mine and scooted close. ‘Twas a simple matter to sheath myself within her slippery nest and begin the dance.

As before, her end came with cries and a tight embrace, though I enjoyed this time more. Elizabeth’s need had been dulled somewhat, for she did not rush to the finish, and the pleasures continued for much longer. We must have fallen asleep in that position, for I woke to the morning song of birds with her leg still draped over mine.

The crow of a nearby rooster served to wake her, and she gazed into my eyes with a smile.

“You must leave today?”

“Yes, I am expected in Birmingham on the morrow.”

“Then take me once again that I shall remember you well.”

After a breakfast with Rose and Elizabeth, we had hastened to the stable. With my assistance, the horses were soon harnessed and traces hooked to the carriage. We arrived at the inn just as the other passengers made their way through the door.

It was with a smile on my face that I climbed to the seat beside the coachman that morning. Elizabeth had more than eased my need, and if I may boast a bit, I had “settled her” as Rose had wished. She bade me goodbye with a soft kiss. Were it not that she were already married, I should have considered staying there and opening a shop of my own.

I said as much to the coachman, who laughed.

“Richard, my boy, the girl has befuddled you, but you shall learn there be more lambs in the pasture needing attention. A man needs to search the flock a bit before finding the one to keep.”

As he seemed want to do when making a humourous statement, he prodded my side with his elbow.

“As for me, I find the search much better than would be the keeping.”

Much later that day, the coach bounced onto the cobbles of Birmingham and finally arrived at my stopping point. Master Johnson, my new employer awaited me there, and after loading my tool chest and other articles in his cart, we set off for his home. Thus ended the second of my journeys through life, and began my apprenticeship as a carver of wood.

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