They had been friends forever. Though forever in their case was only 18, almost 19 years.
Both born to mothers in the same village, a few days apart. Their mothers and fathers already great friends.
They were country folk in homes of wattle and daub, tending the land of the lord of the manor, in a sleepy Shire in England.
Before they were put to work at a tender age of 5 they would play in the mud and the tall grass, poor but happy.
As they grew they remained firm friends, often working alongside each other in the fields, and usually playing pranks on each other when they weren't.
Grace grew in to a beautiful woman. Long, dark locks of hair to the small of her back, cherry coloured pouting lips, rosy cheeks and skin so soft it felt like a peach. Her figure drew many an admiring glance from the young men of the village, for she was full breasted; not huge, but full. They stood pert and proud and jiggled as she walked. Her waist was narrow, her hips good for child bearing. She glowed with a radiance of health from working the fields, which kept her trim; but also because she ate better food than most, being born to a farming family. No-one saw her legs beneath her long skirts, but she was tall for a woman of her time and fit, her buttocks were ample but shapely and toned. It did not require much imagination to expect that her legs were also long, and toned from her labours.
Working in the open also gave her skin a tanned complexion during the spring and summer months, making her appearance more exotic and alluring than the pasty faced town girls. She was of an age where a marriage would soon be arranged.
Percy was 6'3, also dark haired with chiseled, but ruggedly handsome features. He had a lean, muscular body, also as a result of labouring in the fields from a small child. He also had one other feature, which all of the girls in the village often focused upon, a massive cock. Clothing of his era was restricted to loose fitting long john under garments, and pantaloons which were not flattering and not very concealing. The outline of his cock was clearly visible hanging to his left, part way down his thigh. He had real problems hiding an erection.
Needless to say he was very popular with the young maidens, and many were now vying for his affections as a suitable husband.
Percy however, had eyes for only one girl. Grace.
As they matured in to adults, Percy had harboured a growing and deep routed obsession with Grace. He often lay awake in his cot at night, stroking his manhood whilst trying to picture her naked, entwined in his arms, her bushy womanhood pressed against his swollen member in anticipation of him.
He hoped that their parents would see the sense in arranging for them to wed each other, rather than marry them off to strangers. Though he had never asked Grace how she felt about this, he just assumed she would be thrilled to marry him, given their friendship.
A meeting was called. There it was announced that a suitor had been found for Grace and that it was her fathers wish that she should marry the son of another farmer with a small holding of his own, rather than their Lordships. A marriage that would prove beneficial financially to her parents, as well as being considered a good match for Grace. The suitor was not unpleasant, and god willing, the wedding would take place in a weeks time.
Percy was stunned by the announcement, and by the placid acceptance of it by his own parents. Why did they not speak up and put him forward as suitor also?
He was about to do just that, to unburden himself and pledge his love for Grace, when his world crumbled as she accepted the betrothal.
He stormed from the humble dwelling and ran in to the night. He did not return over the following days, living off the land in the forest, and tormenting himself with images of his lost love in the arms of a another. How could he hope to provide what Grace needed? She deserved better, he concluded.
Each night on the run up to the wedding he grew angrier and angrier, and he considered returning to the village and confronting her, to beg her and her father to call it off and allow him to marry her instead. But he reasoned that even if she agreed, it was likely her parents would not, as he had less to offer than the suitor; and the business arrangements struck between the respective fathers could not be broken for sake of honour.
By the fourth day, 2 days before the wedding, he realised he literally stank and needed to wash. He set off towards a secret place that he and Grace knew of, and had visited to sit and talk together often.
It was a small clearing with a crystal clear watered pool, served by a little waterfall from a stream meandering through the trees unseen by most, and known only to a few. He would go there to swim and wash, and to clean his clothing. The day was hot and humid and perfect for his ablutions.
As he neared the pool through the trees he heard a noise. A soft voice humming a merry tune. He knew that voice and the tune instantly. It was Grace.
He crouched low, and silently made his way as close as he could to the waters edge without giving himself away. Hidden behind a rock, partially screened by trees, he sat still and spied on her. His heart leapt at the sight of her beauty, and he longed to hold her.
She glanced all around, listening intently. Satisfied she was alone, she continued undressing, unfastening her long skirt and letting it fall to the ground. She picked it up and laid it on a rock nearby. Again she listened intently before proceeding further.
Her upper blouse or shift of plain cotton was lifted over her shoulders, taking some of her hair with it, which she shook out when the garment was free of her head. Her liberated breasts jiggled and bobbed with the movement.
Percy was aghast. And very hard. Her tits were were so taut and bouncy. Her nipples protruded from a dark areola, and poked forward toward him.
Percy's mouth was dry from the vista before him and he licked his lips feverishly to moisten them; subconsciously his lips were also playing with her nipples in that instant.
She bent forward to remove her slippers, and her breasts followed, pointing down to the ground.
She rose and stood stock still, as if she had heard him, or something else. He willed her not to stop now, whilst he held his breath.
After a number of seconds, she reached for her lower under garments, and stripped them from her waist and legs. She had turned to place them on to the same rock as the rest of her clothes, and in bending again, to put them down, afforded him a view of his first vagina, peering through the triangular gap formed by the top of her thighs and her buttocks. The thin slit guarded by fleshy drapes.
His cock spilled some fluid in to his own under garments at the view.
She stood and turned around, facing him full frontal, absolutely naked. Her dark bush between her legs fixating him. Her long slender legs extending from below her even slender waist. She looked like a goddess. A statuesque figure of the definitive embodiment of woman.
She strode languidly forward in to the water, taking it slowly to get used to the cool water, catching her breath at first, then becoming accustomed to it. He noticed her nipples had grown harder and more erect from the coolness of the water.
He watched her bush submerge beneath the surface, and then her breasts bob up and down on top of it for a while, before she took a little dive forward, submerging all but her head, and swam toward him. He ducked down even further behind the rock.
When he heard her stop, then turn and swim away from him he looked back over the rock, straight in to her opened legs and her exposed pussy, as she completed part of her swimming stroke.
He could not help it. He began to think about what it would be like to handle her breasts, to savour her pussy, to take his manhood and thrust it inside her inviting cunt.
Worse. He began to plot. He considered that if he did surprise her and force himself on her, that she would yield to him. And once he had taken her, and possibly impregnated her, then she would have to marry him. He knew there was great shame in doing this, even if she did yield to him. And that their parents would disown both of them, if she was proven complicit. But the more he thought about those breasts, about her slender legs and of course her wet pussy clamped around his swollen cock, riding him hard, the more reason gave way, and lust took over.
She partially stood, and he watched every bead of water that dripped from her breasts and nipples back in to the pool with envy. Oh god how he wanted to drink them from her tits, to suckle on her.
Before he knew it, his clothing had been removed, and he sat stroking his giant snake in his left hand. He was delirious with lust now. He knew there was no way he would stop himself from taking her. He was desperate to be her first, to take her flower, desperate to make her see how much he loved her, he was blinded by passion and rage and longing.
He moved sideways towards the waterfall, and when she was looking in the opposite direction, slipped from the bank, to a rock and then behind the cascading water. He knew she could not see him through the water. It had been his treasured hiding place and secret for many a game of hide and seek. He had watched her search endlessly for him from this vantage point when they were children.
She entered the water again, swimming back towards his general direction, the waterfall to her left. When she reached the bank she rolled over, her mounds and her bush protruding through the water as she floated on her back, arms outstretched anchoring her to small rocks. He was but a few feet away, looking at a diffused view of her nakedness through a curtain of water.
