"I don't want to marry you, stupid boy," she said with a grin.

"No?" I was a little confused.

"No! You seem to have an issue with understanding. I want someone to take me and give me a proper seeing-to, outside, in the fields. Are you man enough, or should I call for further assistance?"

I broke my promise to myself, my vow to her father, and my chance to live a blameless life. When she walked out the front door, I ran after her. I followed her to the edge of the wheat field, and I stood, spellbound, as she removed every item of her clothing but her shoes.

I followed her lead, removing my own clothes while the smiling witch bared her pale skin without even a hint of embarrassment. I walked closer as she finished, and she laughed as she turned and ran off.

I ran after her again, both of us naked, and threw her to the ground in the wheat field. I pinned her to the rough bedding of crushed plants, my body on hers, my hands holding her wrists to the ground. I kissed her unresisting face, brushing my lips over her dark hair, and made my way down to her throat. When it was apparent she really wasn't going to resist, I let go of her arms, and took her breasts into my hands. They were large, pale and firm, and her nipples were hard and dark. I took one of them into my mouth. A sigh escaped her lips, and her knees parted magically.

I lifted myself to look in her eyes. I wasn't at all sure I could stop at this point, but I was sure willing to try if she hesitated. One glimpse at her face was enough. She wasn't kidding. She wanted me.

Lifting my body from hers I looked with appreciation at what I could see. Pale skin, great smile, wonderful breasts, slim stomach. Looking further down, her body flared to her hips, and a dark bushy thatch introduced her widely spread, vividly pink, most welcoming private parts.

There's a temptation to describe this part of her body as her vulva. Or her vagina. Or any number of other terms. But given the circumstances, I think it's more appropriate to refer to it as her cunt. Her sopping, eager cunt. I'm sure she wouldn't mind.

I must have been slightly distracted by looking, because she reached up and grabbed my shoulders, pulled me down against her, and hissed at me to hurry up.

I lifted myself a little on my arms, repositioned myself slightly until the tip of my cock was sitting directly between her labia. Taking a breath, both physically and psychologically, I thrust. I felt my cock slide deep within her, tight but slippery, hot but sweet. She sighed. I groaned.

She pulled her knees up a little then, put her hands on my ass, and thrust back, as though it was a hint. I took it. I lifted myself and pushed again. Her body reacted exactly as it should, and we fell to a wonderfully frantic rhythm, forcing ourselves together and apart, sweat lubricating our bodies, sharply broken plant material preventing any sort of comfort.

We pumped. Up and down. In and out. We didn't speak, unless moans qualify. I'd looked at her for weeks, and we'd only ever done this in my mind. In reality, her breasts were bigger, her thatch was darker, her gloriously desperate cunt was tighter. In reality neither of us were going to last nearly as long as we had when only my mind was fucking her.

Inevitably, we both became even more excited. Our levels of arousal rose beyond reason. The movement, the friction, the heat and the surprisingly smooth texture of her pale skin were too much.

I felt her legs tense, and the semen rise in my cock. I heard the gasp escape her mouth, and loved the bite of her fingernails on my ass. I slowed, desperate suddenly to delay the inevitable finish if I could. I was decidedly too late, and so was she. As her body clenched beneath me, my cock jerked inside her. A flush spread through both our bodies, and she screamed as I found my deep wonderful release.

We lay there for a time, her body sublime beneath mine, my weight presumably not so comfortable over hers. After all, the bed wasn't exactly goose-down. Eventually I lifted myself, and started to speak.

Before I had a chance to actually say anything, she placed a finger on my lips, plainly forbidding me to talk. I stared at her until she took her hands and pushed me off, and over, on my back, on the wheat. She swung herself over on top of me, replayed the finger trick, and lay there for a while, her thatch resting on my waist, my spent cock hanging down between my legs. I was right. It wasn't too comfortable here with a body on top of you. It was nice though, just the same.

She thanked me. She agreed that she'd been seen to. She told me that her father would be away until the evening, and she asked me if I could meet her at the river in the afternoon. I found myself still unable to speak, and merely nodded.

She smiled, kissed me quickly, and then lifted herself from my body and stood. She turned, wiggled her ass, and ran back towards the house. By the time I figured out that she'd gone, scrambled to my feet, and run to the edge of the field, she'd picked up her clothes, and was just disappearing, still naked, into the house.

I dressed and walked around the house, still somewhat bewildered.

That afternoon, after checking that her father hadn't returned, I walked down to the river as I'd promised.

She was standing on the bank, and as she saw me coming, she looked around to ensure we were alone, and then slowly removed her clothing again. I had the chance to admire her properly this time, and she was gorgeous. Firm and solid, full frontal, feet apart, no attempt at modesty.

She turned once she was sure I'd seen her, and walked into the water. I ran after her, threw my own clothes off and followed her into the current, my erection obvious until the river was deep enough to cover it.

The water wasn't terribly warm, despite the nice day, and my body soon decided it wasn't worth keeping itself at attention, so by the time I caught up with her I was less of a threat. She turned to me then, pressed her chest to mine, and kissed me soundly. I might not have been able to retain an erection, but she could certainly feel the momentary attempt. Her hands slid down my sides and she took me between her fingers. She stroked my cock until it was hard again, and then let me go, knowing this wasn't the best place, but unable to resist teasing me.

We swam then, for a while, splashing and kicking at one another. At some point I was holding her tightly, kissing her welcoming lips. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, and she was rubbing up and down against me slowly. Her mouth found its way to my ear, and she nibbled my earlobe for a while before whispering to me.

She told me I should call her Adina, that she needed me more than she had that morning, and that if we floated downstream a little she knew of the perfect place.

I put my hands under her buttocks, held her tightly to me, and lifted my legs from the sandy bottom of the river. We floated precariously for a while, and then the current picked up, and I had to let her go so we could both swim.

Adina pulled me towards the other side of the river, away from any likely interruption. As we floated around a bend in the river, she started swimming seriously towards the other bank. I followed her. What other reasonable options did I have?

As we got a little closer to the bank I could see a small waterfall. The water splashed and bounced on flat rocks at about the surface level of the river. We swam towards them, crawled up on a rock, and then walked to the waterfall. This water, warmed by the sun, was more comfortable, and Adina knew exactly the right spot.

She sat me so the water was falling mostly on my back, and then she climbed on me, facing towards me, and sat herself down. Her buttocks were on my legs, her breasts against my chest, her lips pressed against mine again.

Her movements had exactly the effect you'd expect. I hardened beneath her, and she took advantage of that too, rubbing against it, the feeling of her warm slippery skin wonderful against me. Her nipples hardened with excitement as she moved, and she pressed against me, sighing.

My hands were all over her body, sliding from her shoulders down her back to the base of her spine, and under her buttocks. She jumped as my fingertips traced over her puckered hole, so I did it again. Her reaction left no doubt that she liked it, so I continued the movement.

Her labia were either side of my cock, her nipples pressed against me, and her body was humming expectantly. I took what seemed to me to be the obvious next step, and lifted her. I was hoping to lower her over me and continue the movement somewhat more closely attached, but she stopped me.

I looked her in the eye, wondering what the problem was. It turned out that she had other plans, but wouldn't tell me what they were yet. She wanted to just keep rubbing like this for a while.

I told her that might not be the best idea, as her movements were causing me some excitement. What if I should surrender to the impulse before I entered her? She declared that nonsense, insisting the cold water from the river would have slowed me. She told me to stop talking then, and returned to the rhythm she seemed to so like.

I was more than a little surprised to find that she was correct. At least with this level of contact, I didn't actually quite find my release. Instead, I hovered near that point, and helped Adina with her needs. In fact though, the movement was quite enough for her, and as she straddled me and rose and fell in time to her own drum, she climaxed, her knees squeezing my waist, her tongue retreating to her own mouth. She groaned deeply, and shook delightfully in my arms as the water fell over her.

The movement slowed as she relaxed a little, and that was just enough to take the edge off my own desire. I wanted my release. I wanted to come with her, but I wanted to be inside her, not here, almost but not quite.

It turned out that Adina's plan covered this as well. After relaxing for a few minutes in my arms, she climbed unsteadily from my embrace and then pulled me to my feet. We walked, hand in hand, a few yards away from the waterfall. I was unsure of her intentions until I saw the rock.

It was large and flat, almost level but sloping slightly towards both the sunshine and the river. She told me she'd been here before, but not to be jealous. She'd been alone, she said, lying in the sunshine, finding what pleasure she could. I'd never heard a woman talk this way, and was unsure what I should say in return, so I just nodded. My body, however, reacted to the image of her on the rock, and my erection returned in full force just in time for Adina to make it clear that I should lie on my back, just the way I'd imagined she would have been.

The stone was warm on my ass, my back and my shoulders. Adina was warm on the rest of my body. She'd wasted no time, climbing on me, legs either side. Her breasts were just the right distance for my hands to caress them. Her hips sat firmly above me. Her hot, steamy, seemingly yet again desperate cunt lowered itself over my hard cock, and pumped it.

The session was short, intense, and unbelievably satisfying. I'd thought I would be coming alone, Adina having satisfied herself so recently, but it was not to be. As the pace quickened so did she. As I tensed, knowing the time was close. Adina pursed her lips in concentration. I thrust, she parried. I filled her, she tightened around me. We both gasped, bodies shuddering in unison, in union.

She fell on me, resting, as I stroked her back and buttocks, secure in the knowledge that neither of us could leave it at that.

And we didn't. We managed again that night, when she sneaked out to the barn and took me in her mouth. We met the next day, and the day after that. The field, the river, the sheds and the fields. Any time, any place. We fucked like rabbits, taking advantage of every opportunity that existed, and inventing one if necessary.

The next time Adina's father went away, she dragged me into the house, to her room, to her bed, to her aching empty thighs. I took her, missionary style.

That was appropriate, because I was finding my release inside her, and praying that this would never end, when her father burst through the door,

He'd returned unexpectedly, having left some item behind. My behind was the first thing he saw. I leapt from the bed, coming, and spraying Adina in the process, grabbed my clothes from the floor, and ran past her father, leaving him standing speechless at the door.

Adina quietly asked him to leave her room, carefully cleaned the mess I'd left, dressed, and went downstairs to face the music. He yelled, swore, and threatened her. It wasn't, he'd said, like this was the first time, but he was damned if he was going to have this behaviour in his house.

She left the room, apologetic, promising that she would mend her ways. She convinced her father not to fire me on the spot, insisting that it was all her fault, and lying by saying this was the first time we had done it.

Adina's father eventually realised she must have been lying, but not until she confessed to him that she was expecting. That was the day when I was called back to the house. He spoke with me at length about responsibility and duty. When he finished, Adina took me out the back of the house and made sure I was relaxed, in the only way she knew.

I did what he said, though, and took my responsibilities seriously. I've done my duty, and that is why I'm standing here talking to you today. Please allow me to introduce to you my wonderful, beautiful, sexy, pregnant bride.

Don't keep her talking too long. We have to celebrate.