Chapter 1 - Chapter One

THE BUTCHER of the village of Fanny-on-Poke was surprised to find the baby yet lived. Its poor mother had bundled it up with her own robe and cloak, keeping it alive even as the cruel winter night stole the life from her naked body. The butcher and his family were good folk. They could not leave a child to die in the snow. So they took it in. The baby was a girl. They christened it Mabel, and they raised it as one of their own. 

Little Mabel’s adopted family was kind enough to her. But they had many other mouths to feed, so they treated her with a kind of benign neglect. She was mostly left to her own devices. She had a vivid imagination and dreamed up whole worlds to amuse herself. She ran wild with the other children of Fanny-on-Poke. She grew up quickly. Before she knew it, Mabel had left childhood behind. Her breasts budded, her hips filled out, and her monthly bleeding began.

Mabel had been blessed with a great deal of curiosity about the world; too much, her mother often said. She was particularly interested in sex. Growing up in a small country village meant Mabel had seen most of the village women, and many of the men, naked. Sometimes the women of the village went together to wash themselves down in the Poke River. Nothing was hidden from view. Mabel was also constantly surrounded by barnyard animals. She had watched them mounting and rutting from an early age. She knew how babies were made. At least she knew how animal babies were made. Grown up men and women were a great deal more secretive about the process. But Mabel kept her eyes peeled.

One morning, while playing by herself, Mabel clambered up a tree. While she was high in the branches, she heard footsteps. Mabel stayed quiet and held herself very still, wanting to see if whoever was coming would notice her. A man and a woman stopped at the foot of the tree. The woman was the wife of the village blacksmith. The man she was with was not the blacksmith. She unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down. Mabel could see his limp penis. The blacksmith’s wife unbuttoned her blouse and opened it. She had plump breasts with rosy nipples. The man seemed to enjoy this view of her tits. His cock swelled mightily. The blacksmith’s wife pulled up her skirts and bent over, presenting her bare rump to the man. The man inserted his cock into her pussy. Then he began to pump away at her. While this was happening both of them made a variety of unusual noises. Mabel also heard them say things that would have been quite rude ordinarily. At last the man’s cock spewed forth some whitish fluid into the woman’s pussy. Mabel knew this because she spied it dribbling out after the man had finished mounting her. Both the man and the woman seemed to enjoy this whole strange affair a great deal. As for Mabel, she felt a strange, tingly feeling between her legs.

Six weeks later at a village gathering the blacksmith’s wife announced she was pregnant. Everybody cheered. But Mabel noticed the blacksmith did not look particularly happy. 

Mabel felt smug. She now knew something the other village girls her age did not. She was eager to share her newfound knowledge with them. Some of the girls thought letting a boy touch their bottom or their pussy would get them pregnant. Some girls claimed merely kissing a boy might get them with child. But Mabel was happy to disabuse them of these notions. 

“Girls get pregnant by fucking,” she told her friends. “As long as the boy’s cock does not go in your pussy, it’s not fucking and you cannot get pregnant.”

“But how does fucking work?” asked one. Mabel then enthusiastically explained in great detail the scene which she had witnessed.

Before long, their elders got wind of this conversation. The village priest gathered together all the girls. He sat them down in a row on a creaky old pew in the village chapel. Standing by the altar, he lectured them sternly. He told them good young girls should not “lay about” with village boys.

“If you lay about with a young man, he will get you with child,” the priest admonished them gravely “And if the young man is not your husband, then you shall have no man to help you bear it.”

Most of the girls took in this pronouncement with wide-eyed solemnity. But Mabel frowned. “Father,” she piped up, “when you say ‘lay about with’, do you mean ‘fucking’?” 

The priest flushed crimson. The other girls tittered. “That is a very vulgar word to say, young lady,” he said severely. “Only the lowest class of harlots and ruffians speak in such a manner. Good girls do not use such words. And they do not do…. such things. Not until they marry a strong, upstanding lad from a good family who can take care of them. You must strive to be good girls.”

All the girls nodded solemnly.
 

 
The years went swiftly by. Mabel blossomed quickly from a gawky tomboy into a young woman. Her mother deemed that she still possessed more ‘vigor’ than was proper in a young lady. Mabel had to be reminded constantly to lace up her bodice tightly to keep her breasts from spilling out as she dashed about the village and played with her friends. “Follow the example of your sister, Hildred,” her mother admonished her. “She knows how a proper lady should behave.” 

Hildred was the butcher’s natural daughter. She was older than Mabel, although by less than a year. The sisters were close, although they differed greatly from each other. Where Hildred was curly and blonde, Mabel was a brunette. Hildred was a chubby lass with wide hips. Mabel had a thin, waifish look about her. Hildred obediently followed the rules. Mabel had a wild streak within her, that, despite her best efforts, she could never entirely suppress. She had bright, mischievous green eyes. Her insolent mouth seemed too wide for her narrow face, which was framed by her wild, dark hair. 

Despite her wild ways, Mabel soon attracted the attention of a young man. Mabel met Galen when he had traveled to Fanny-on-Poke with a group of men and a cart and donkey to sell things. Galen brought some furniture he had carved. Galen’s home was well south of Fanny-on-Poke, across the Deep Gash and then a two days ride along the eaves of the Dark Wood. 

The handsome, muscle-bound lad was a man of few words, but Mabel was immediately struck by him. She sat by him for a long time, trying gamely to extract a conversation from the shy woodcutter. Later, they went for a walk. After they had gotten away from the cottages, Galen had pressed Mabel up against the side of a barn and kissed her. Mabel, who very much liked kissing, kissed back. She bit his lower lip and pushed her tart strawberry tongue into his mouth. Galen also found this greatly to his liking. She could tell as much by the firm, sausage-like shape she felt through his woolen hose. It felt very warm, and when she touched it, it swelled. The sack at the base of his smooth shaft felt to Mabel like a silk purse with two coins in it.

Mabel allowed Galen to unlace her bodice with fumbling fingers. When this troublesome garment was out of the way he reached down the front of her kirtle and pulled out her breasts. Mabel was a little anxious about what he would think of them. Her bosoms were not nearly as big as Hildred’s. Hildred had a round figure and plump, pink tits that jiggled about when she laughed or giggled, which was often. Mabel’s breasts were much smaller by comparison, with wide, puffy nipples that were rosy in coloration. Will my meager bosoms with their large nipples disgust Galen? she wondered.

It turned out Galen did not seem to mind them at all. He squeezed them hard, so hard that Mabel found it uncomfortable, although she did not tell him this. Then he asked her if he might kiss one. She said he might. Before she knew it, he had taken her whole tit into his mouth and was sucking enthusiastically on it. He was quite slobbery while he did this. Mabel had to suppress giggles.

Mabel was extremely curious about fucking. What would it feel like to have Galen’s cock inside of me? she wondered. Still, despite her curiosity, Mabel wanted to be a good girl, like the priest said. So she did not let Galen fuck her against the side of the barn that afternoon. She was, however, happy to experiment with her new man in other ways. On that first afternoon, she pulled Galen’s hose down. She took his penis into her soft hands and touched and fondled it while he stroked her dark, wild hair and told her breathlessly how pretty she was. After a while he grunted and his engorged cock spurted jets of warm, sticky fluid all over her hands. Mabel was fascinated by this. She wondered what his seed tasted like. So she put a finger up to her mouth and sucked on it. She licked her lips, savoring the taste. It was rather salty, but she did not dislike it. She swallowed it. She looked up to see Galen gazing down at her with wide eyes.

After that, Galen visited Fanny-on-Poke whenever he could, even though it was two days' travel from his home. Mabel rewarded him with lots of kissing and with other little surprises. She would hike up her skirt to climb an apple tree, ‘accidentally’ giving him cheeky glimpses of her bare bottom. The two also went skinny dipping in the Poke River. But when he touched Mabel’s cunny under the water she slapped his hand away, giggling. 

“Now Galen, good girls don’t let boys do such things,” she admonished him.

One day, Mabel contrived to invite Galen to meet her at a secluded grove near the village. When he approached, he discovered Mabel lying naked atop her discarded clothing. Her slender legs were spread apart. He could see her little pink labia peeking out from her dark, curly pubic hair. 

Galen, thinking she was unaware of his presence, ducked behind a tree to watch. Mabel wet two fingers and touched her mound with them. Then she rubbed it vigorously. The knowledge that she had an audience for her lewd display aroused her. Her little pussy flooded with warmth and wetness. Her dark bush was flecked with droplets of her cream. As Galen watched breathlessly, she was seized with an uncontrollable shudder that rippled across her slender body. She hooked her fingers into her snatch. She bucked her hips as she thrust them in and out. “Oh, Galen!” she cried out. “Oh, fuck!”

Mabel had hoped Galen would enjoy the show she put on for him, but its effect on him proved much greater than she had anticipated. While she was still catching her breath, Galen came charging out of the bushes. He had ripped off his hose. Before she knew it, he was on top of her. His smooth penis was hard and erect. He kissed her ravenously on her lips, her ears, and her neck. He mauled her breasts with his hands and took her nipples between his teeth. His bold hands strayed lower. He fondled and squeezed her ass. One naughty finger brushed across the tight knot of her anus, sending a delightful thrill up her spine. Mabel loved it. When she felt the engorged head of Galen’s swollen cock tentatively butting up against her virgin entrance, she could not but help grinding herself against it. Suddenly, Mabel decided she did not care about being a good girl anymore. 

“Galen,” she gasped, “Let’s try fucking. I want you to put your thing inside of me.” Galen’s response was a guttural sound which was beyond words. She felt his fingers clumsily poking through around her bush. Before long, they found her warm pink opening. Galen poised his rigid erection against it. Mabel had been told by friends that the first time sometimes hurt, so she took a deep breath and steeled herself. 

“Oi!” came a gruff voice from across the clearing. “None of that, you naughty children!”
 


 It was unfortunate, Mabel felt, that one of the village elders had interrupted their fun. She did not particularly enjoy being marched back to the village, or the stern lecture by the village priest which followed. His stormy words about ‘lying about’ before marriage continued, she felt, long after his point had been made. 

But ultimately the outcome proved to be a happy one. Galen took the priest’s words to heart: If he could not enjoy Mabel’s feminine anatomy without marrying her, then that was just what he would do. The next evening the young man, his face beet red, made a stammering offer to Mabel’s father for her hand in marriage. Her father was silent for a moment. Then he grinned at the awkward lad and gave their union his blessing. Mabel felt her heart leap. By the end of the evening, word of their betrothal had spread through the village like wildfire.

There was no lengthy, formal engagement. Galen went home to tell his family, and then he returned the very next week for the wedding. Because Galen’s family was poor and Mabel was an adopted child, the ceremony was a homey affair. A crown of flowers was set upon Mabel’s head, and her father wound a red silk thread around Mabel and Galen’s wrists, symbolizing their union. The village priest said a few words which nobody paid attention to. Then wine and barley beer were served to all the villagers. Galen had brought a pig from his family, which Mabel’s father slaughtered. The rest of the day was a blur of dancing and feasting and drinking and bawdy jokes, many of them at the young couple’s expense. At long last, after night had fallen, Galen scooped his bride up in his arms and carried her to the cottage. It was in fact Mabel’s family’s own cottage; her parents were sleeping in a friend’s cottage to give the newlyweds a place to stay the night. The next day Galen would take Mabel back to his home—their home, now—and they would begin their life together. But this night was for the consummation of their love.

Mabel barred the door and drew the curtains against the group of bawdy hecklers who had followed them to the cottage. Turning away from Galen, she undressed slowly while he watched. She was young and her thighs and buttocks were smooth and round and firm. There were little dimples above her apple-shaped bottom. The candlelight emphasized the delightful curves of her unblemished body. 

Mabel turned around to see that Galen had pulled off his shirt. He had strong arms. Even though he was young, his skin was already well-browned from laboring in the sun. Mabel went to him and took his penis in her hand. 

“Is that for me, my husband?” she asked, giving him a peck on the cheek. 

“Let’s lie down,” he said gruffly. They lay down on the bed. Mabel was still holding his manhood in her hand.

“Would you like me to suck on it?” asked Mabel. Galen nodded. She kissed the tip. Then she put the head between her lips. Mabel loved the taste of her man’s dick. She sucked it enthusiastically while she gently massaged his silk purse. This cock is mine now, she thought to herself, all mine to play with. She intended to enjoy it freely. 
 
Mabel heard a snore. She looked up. Her husband’s head had lolled to the side and his eyes were closed. Evidently the festivities had exhausted him. She sighed. Blowing out the candle, she crawled into bed next to him and pulled the covers over them both. She too was soon fast asleep.

She awakened in the deep black of the night. Rough hands were groping her naked body. One hand squeezed her left breast tightly. The other was between her legs, forcing them apart. Mabel had a moment of panic. Some stranger had gotten into her bed and was trying to have his way with her! But, no, she remembered she was married now. It was not a stranger but her husband pawing at her crotch. She relaxed and opened herself to him. Galen sucked on her left tit, and Mabel felt her nipple lengthen and harden. She put a hand on his to guide him to the sensitive nub of her clit. But he pushed her hand away and continued fumbling with her delicate folds. 

It pleased Mabel that her body so excited him. “Oh husband,” she whispered. “You’re making my little pussy so wet. Do you feel it?” She put his hand on his to guide it to her moist flower. But Galen grabbed her right wrist and pinned it above her head. He did the same to her left arm. He pinned her against the bed. She felt the weight of his body on her hips and then the throbbing, swollen head of his erection against her virginal entrance. 

“Be careful, love,” she whispered. “I have never –“ 

With a grunt, Galen thrust into her. Since Mabel was young and a virgin, she was extremely tight. His rigid prick stretched her open painfully. She cried out. Galen heedlessly shoved the thick head of his dick deeper in. Something gave way. Mabel felt a quick stab of pain. 

“Please go slow!” she exclaimed. Galen moved his arm so his elbow pinned her right arm and covered her mouth with his free hand, muffling her protests. He pumped his cock deep in and out. His thrusts were vigorous and eager. 

Despite the pain, Mabel also felt pleasure. She was excited to have her man inside of her at last, claiming her for his own. Galen kept her arms pinned above her head. She was utterly helpless as he pounded her tight, virgin cherry. Mabel tried to simply relax and let it happen. Galen’s thrusts were becoming less painful. She was even beginning to enjoy it. She opened her mouth and sucked on the fingers with which he had covered it. Her husband gasped. He finally spoke. 

“You are… such a… filthy little slut,” he said as he fucked her. Mabel couldn’t reply, so she arched her spine and moaned. 

Suddenly, he pulled his full length out of her. He released her and sat up. His cock was rock hard, and it was glistening with her juices. Galen grabbed it in a tight grip and groaned loudly. Then he baptized her soft, naked body with thick spurts of his semen. Gobs of it landed on her breasts. Cum pooled in her belly-button. An errant drop dribbled down her chin. With a sigh, Galen released her arms and collapsed next to her. He threw one sweaty arm over her sticky body. Tentatively, she put her lips against his and kissed him. He returned her kiss. She nestled in his arms. He yawned and lay his head down on the pillow. 

Mabel felt pleased with her first time. It had only hurt for a minute or two. After that it had felt fine. If there was anything missing from their coupling, Mabel was not experienced enough to realize it.

“Thank you for not cumming inside me,” she said.

“No babies yet,” Galen said. “I need more coin first.”

“But soon,” she said. “Soon you shall fill me with your seed and make me pregnant.”

“Soon,” he promised.

They fell asleep, naked and tangled in each other’s arms.
