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Legs Wide Open

By: EDSpencer



"And now, I present to you, 'Legs Wide Open'!"

Xavier von Bono stepped aside with arms raised in the air, excitedly. Once he found a new spot, he dramatically gestured to his "creation." Suddenly, booming applause carried through the gallery. Xavier bowed slowly with his continued dramatic flair. He did love his praise.

"Ladies and gentleman, please, enjoy the rest of my exhibits." He moved to the front of his work, placing a hand on it, "And feel free to fiddle with any bits that excite you, yes no?" he chuckled and his audience joined in as they began to scatter.

He looked down at his creation with an adoring smile.

"Ahh, did I not tell you that you would be the star attraction, my little crumpet?" his hand ran down the smooth silver object, "Now, do your best to lie still. After tonight, you will have everything I promised." He removed his hand with a proud sigh, "I must do well to entertain my public. Remember, be a good little crumpet, yes."

Her eyes followed him as Xavier as he went off to mingle. What a precocious bastard, she thought with a hint of anger. More than a hint. How had she let him dupe her into this, she'd never know?

No, that wasn't true. She knew. Money had talked a whole lot of sense to Morgana when Xavier asked for her assistance on the project. Money and a little bit of fame on the side. Five grand and a mention by the renowned Xavier von Bono sounded like one Hell of a deal to her. Shit, she'd been broke for so long thanks to having to take an extra semester in school, how could she say no?

So, she said yes. Now here she was on her back, completely coated in silver paint that shined just like real metal, from the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair. Xavier chained her to a slab of mahogany with a ring around her neck connected to it. She couldn't move her arms. Much like her neck, they were clasped down to the wax wood with metal hoops. Two long projections shot out from the base between her knees, holding her legs open wide with the use of chains. Stirrup-like contraptions held her feet in place.

And, really, that wasn't the worst of it.

Xavier not only made "Legs Wide Open" the centerpiece of his show, but also his most interactive piece of work. Though Morgana was mostly immovable, the wooden base had little compartments holding various tools. No, not tools so much as toys. Smooth metal rods at least eight inches in length, one such rod had a huge, mushroom head. Some were made of glass. Some plastic. They varied in width and length. Just thinking about it made Morgana nervous.

Two young men walked up to the table. Both looked like young college boys. In fact, she was pretty sure that she'd seen them on campus. Morgana gave them the briefest of looks before they noticed. Luckily, neither did.

"Wow," the young blonde one said, "This thing looks completely real."

He moved around her with a fluid grace that no man should have. He was a slender thing and tall on top of that. From what Morgana could see, he was a pretty boy with a girlish face. She just got a "nice guy" vibe from him. Hopefully, that was true.

The other boy moved around the piece as well. His finger tapped his lip while observing the piece. Eventually, he stopped behind Morgana, overlooking her. She wanted to look up at him to get a better look at him, but with him so close, she couldn't manage it.

"I think that's because this thing IS real." He said softly

The blonde looked back at his companion, mouth gapping in mild horror.

"You must be joking." He half-laughed

The companion moved closer to his friend while running his fingers through his shoulder-length dark hair. Morgana couldn't help admiring the second man. He was equally as lanky as the blonde, but with his tight shirt, she could tell how well defined his body was. He didn't move with a fluid grace as the other had, nor did he have that nearly girlish look. That one seemed more like an artist in his own right.

"Jim," the dark-haired one said after a few moments, "That's a person."

The blonde laughed again. Morgana took the opportunity to blink now that the two weren't paying attention.

"Well, Vince, I think you're wrong." Jim shook his head, "You've gotta be wrong."

Vince shrugged, then knelt down before Morgana to take a closer look. Taking Vince's cue, Jim joined him, but closer to Morgana's face. The other lingered near her thighs.

"This is von Bono we're talking about," Vince's voice sounded in his apparent low timbre, "he does weird shit like this all the time."

Jim responded with a "hm" sound as he leaned closer to her. Morgana could smell the peppermint of his breath along with another scent. What was that? Like the scent of the sea, with a hint of musk? Whatever it was, it smelled incredible.

His hot breath blew on her face as he continued to lean in. It was a struggle not to blink or to breathe heavily. Inwardly, she prayed that she still seemed like a believable statue. Otherwise, Xavier would be pissed. Then again, Vince was already suspicious.

"She's really beautiful." Jim said, quietly

Morgana was suddenly glad for the silver coating. The flush she felt rising on her cheeks was furious.

"She looks like a chick at school." Vince said as his hands slid down her leg, "Heh, warm to the touch. Definitely a person."

Jim pulled back from her face, but not before she heard a swallow from his throat. He hung back with an astonished look in his eye. Obviously, he didn't want to believe it. 

"Go on, touch her." Vince said as he stood up, crossing his arms

Jim smirked at his friend, then rested his hand on Morgana's chest. His hands were surprisingly cold. Inside, she yelped as he touched her and thanked her luck that the room was already cold keeping her nipples perky already without having had his touch do so. Outwardly, she tried to keep from blinking and to hold her breath. However, his hand would not be moved, at least not yet. He held it there a moment too long. Morgana had no choice but to breathe. Jim pulled his hand back quickly.

"Holy shit." was all he could say.

Footsteps approached. Jim and Vince turned to look, while Morgana darted her eyes quickly to see who was joining them.

"I see you two are enjoying one of my finer masterpieces." Xavier said with a lazy sort of drawl, as he patted the hand of an aristocratic appearing woman

Vince shrugged at him. "If you can call it that."

Xavier gasped, scandalized. The woman waved her hand at the young man with a chuckle.

"Don't mind him, Xavier." She let go of the artist's hand, then sat on the wood slab, next to Morgana's head, "My, my, you've certainly out done yourself. You are ahead of your time." She said as she stroked Morgana's arm.

Despite herself, Morgana felt a tremble run along her arm. All this attention was getting to her, especially now that the Jim fellow was eyeing every part of her form. He seemed fascinated, but on edge now that he knew the truth.

The rich woman's hand continued moving along her skin. Underneath the silver paint, she felt goose bumps rising under her touch. How did her hands get so soft? It rivaled silk. And she was so gentle.

"Thank you, madam. I pride myself on this piece. It's magnificent, yes?" Xavier said with an almost snooty tone

"Oh, yes." The woman purred as her hands cupped Morgana's breast, giving it a squeeze, "Very nice. So luxurious."

Vince scoffed. The woman turned to him with a raised brow.

"What is your problem, young man? Do you not appreciate fine art?"

Vince was not the one to answer. Instead, Jim spoke up.

"This is a real person, not art."

The woman laughed at Jim.

"I know." She smiled lewdly to Jim as she continued to squeeze Morgana's breast. The soft mound complied to each movement of the fingers. "I'm a connoisseur of our Xavier's works."

The woman's attention turned back to the girl tied down to the slab. She let out a wistful sigh.

"I'd give anything to have firm breasts like this again." She said while giving the breast a firm grab–one that would have left marks if Morgana's skin hadn't been painted, "Firm enough to bounce right, but soft."

Xavier tsked the two onlookers. "It is a shame that you two aren't playing like you should be." He bent down and picked up one of the many tools waiting to be used, "Now, the beauty of 'Legs Wide Open' is in these little beauties. Also my creations, by the way, hmm, yes."

He moved so that he was between Morgana's legs. Xavier moved the steel rod along her calf, down to her inner thigh. The last fifteen members of the gala stared at the smaller group with curiosity.

"My little crumpet cannot move or make a sound. She is entirely at your mercy. If you get her to do either, well, all that I promise her would be lost." 

The cold metal focused her attention on Xavier. The long pole was slick and smooth as it slid across her leg. Morgana knew what could possibly happen with the tools that Xavier made. Where they would go, how they could be used. But she never expected that it would happen. She figured that Xavier's group would be more sophisticated than that. Public fucking just didn't seem like it would be their thing.

The larger crowd finally gathered around "Legs Wide Open" with whet interest for the piece. Morgana had a feeling that the real show was about to start, and her spread legs was the main attraction.

"That's right, my little ones, gather round, gather round. Discover the beauty of 'Legs Wide Open.'" There were ohs and ahs all around, which increased when he pushed the rod into Vince's hand, "Go on. Have fun."

Vince looked down at the rod, then to his friend. Jim looked as confused as he did, however, Vince recovered quickly. He wasn't one to turn down a good time. Other people apparently weren't either. Hands traveled all along Morgana's body. Some cool and rough, some warm and smooth. The mixture of signals forced more goose bumps on her skin.

"Her skin is so smooth. I can't believe you used a real person, Xavier." One older gentleman crooned

"You're truly a master, X." a woman giggled.

Xavier beamed at the praise. Morgana's insides tensed at all the attention her body was receiving.

"Well, come on, kid, use it on her." The older gentleman grinned as he rubbed his hands together briskly and eagerly.

"Haven't you people ever heard of foreplay?" the buxom redheaded aristocrat asked, "Tsk, you know that little pussy isn't ready for that yet."

The redhead moved between Morgana's open legs. With a smile, she rubbed her hands up and down the insides of Morgana's legs. The touch was expertly done. Under normal circumstance, that kind of touch would have been rewarded with a low moan. Now she could do nothing.

"She smells good. Doesn't she boys?" the redhead asked the younger men in the room, "Maybe you can't smell it quite yet." The woman crawled between the stirrups, allowing her short black skirt to ride up enough to display a black thong, "Let's see what we have here." 

Suddenly, Morgana's pussy lips parted allowing cold air to hit her thanks to one hand. That cold air helped her clit tighten that much more . . . along with the embarrassment of being on display.

"See, she's all dry." The woman pouted.

"I bet you can fix that, can't you, Lane?" Xavier chuckled

Lane nodded her head slowly as she placed her index finger in her mouth. When she pulled it out, the digit was drenched in saliva. Licking her dark red lips, Lane coated the pink flesh on display. The quivering jolt of Morgana's box could be viewed by all.

"Oh, haha, did you see that?" she looked up at the old man with wagging brows, "Chester? I know you like that."

Chester laughed, "I sure did." He patted Xavier, "You got a nice, horny little slut this time, didn't you?"

Everyone in the room but the still shocked Jim laughed at that. No one laughed with humor. They were laughs of those that truly enjoyed the human form and all it had to offer. A lewd little laugh that said much more than any words could.

Lane wetted her lips again, then pressed them onto Morgana's inner thigh lavishly. When she pulled back, a large red mark sat out against the silver.

"Ooh, that color definitely looks good on you, dear." Lane said then licked a line from the lipstick mark to the still spread pussy.

The redhead smiled once her mouth hovered over Morgana's center. It took everything in Morgana not to make a sound of excitement or desire. She simply found a spot on the ceiling to focus on as she had before. Hopefully, no one noticed her eye twitch when Lane's hot tongue darted around the hardening pink nugget usually buried in flesh.

Damn, that woman must have done this countless times. Morgana had her fair share of lovers in her time, so she was no stranger to oral pleasuring. But Lane . . . Morgana had to bite the inside of her lip to keep from moaning out. This was the work of an artist in her own right. The tongue danced around the tip of the clit with the tip of tongue, barely applying any pressure, but it was more than enough for the sensitive bit of meat. Morgana's abdomen tightened to the point in nearly hurt. 

Chester grunted, "Give an old man a taste of that."

Chester moved to one of Morgana's sides so he could taste the girl, grunting as he met the floor. His head pressed against Lane's, shoving her back a little. His tongue grazed back and forth at the hood of the clit and just a little beyond, while Lane took up the underside.

"Holy shit . . . " Vince gasped at the sheer hotness of the scene. Jim nodded in agreement

Morgana could feel that delicious tension before cumming. She felt tight and wet and ready to explode. Hell, it hurt to not scream out about it. They were so close to bringing her and wanted to tell them. The sensation scorched every part of Morgana's body.

Right as that climax prepared to push her over, both Lane and Chester pulled up, but not before she felt saliva slithering down her slit. It chilled her heat suddenly as the liquid slunk down the crack of her ass. Lane raised a brow at Vince as she crawled from Morgana's opened legs.

"Now," she said with a sexual purr, "She's ready for that. Go on, hunny, she can't say no."

Vince couldn't argue, since it was true. Morgana was a work of art, and she was playing the role well. No normal person could have withstood that without a moan, so she must have been really into the whole idea.

He took Lane's place between her legs. Damn, the woman was right. That pussy did smell good, especially now that it was all worked up. He rubbed the cold rod up and down Morgana's glistening slit, and watched it tense involuntarily because of it. That was hot.

The rod was too big for Morgana's hole, but that didn't stop Vince from shoving it in. He didn't care about the tension it met. He just shoved as much in as he could, grunting with a sort of satisfaction as he did. There it sat for a few moments, partially swallowed up in a willing snatch.

He moved his face closer, giving the one of the outer lips a nice licking. Eventually, he took that fold of skin into his mouth to suck. The woman was perfectly smooth . . . not even a hint of stubble, just like he liked it. His hand began moving the rod in and out in long, slow movements while he continued to suckle.

Each slip out of the rod produced a delightfully wet sound. Each slip in made a squish. The sound and smell of it made Vince's cock rock hard while he played. He wished he'd gone for the softer pants instead of the pair that hugged him, showing off everything he had to offer generously.

Normally, Morgana would have been bucking wildly. The pleasure surged through every inch of her. Her muscles around the sleek rod jumped and tightened like tiny orgasms around that huge thing. It stretched her until she couldn't stretch anymore, making the space an endless tunnel that the electricity of sex shocked the walls of. That feeling was maddening. God she wanted to cum, but at the same time, she didn't know if she could contain herself if she did.

"Come on, sport." Lane said to Jim, maneuvering him closer to Morgana at the breasts, "You should play, too." She forced him on his knees, "Look at those tits. They're begging for attention."

Hesitantly, Jim reached out and took on of those perfect orbs into his hand. His hands were so gentle, sliding along Morgana's skin as though treasuring it. Maybe he was. Whatever he was doing, along with Vince's rod play, it was perfect.

Jim's hand moved down her breast to her stomach. She wasn't chiseled like far too many girls were at school. No, she had a little meat and roundness to her tummy. He liked that. She was so . . . real. His mouth replaced his hands, taking a hard nipple between his teeth, while his tongue wiggled against it. Meanwhile, his hand continued to slip down until it met the mound before the split of lips. Jim's fingers dipped in just enough to tease the clit.

That sent Morgana over the edge. Her inside contracted wildly around the rod, while she bit her cheek hard enough to fill her mouth with blood. Still, she didn't call out. The most she did was release a quick breath of air.

Vince felt the rod trembling in his hand, wobbling up and down against his palm. His mouth fell from the pussy with a smile. 

"You must have came hard if I can feel it like that." He said, eyes hazing from arousal.

"Let us see." Lane pouted.

Vince pulled the rod out as he moved away enough to expose Morgana to the others. He used his fingers to separate her lips. Jim's finger still played with the nub.

Chester cleared his throat, "Slow down with those fingers, blondie." Jim slowed his strokes to barely movements, "That's the ticket. Tease it."

Morgana's pussy clenched and relaxed. Lane clapped.

"Oh, that's perfect. Look at her go." She said with a gleeful little laugh, "I bet that was beautiful when it first started."

They were about to have a good view of it. Jim's fingers were teasing her, keeping her right there at the edge. That gentle touch drove Morgana's trembling snatch crazy. He got a little bolder, sliding a finger inside to wet it, then returned to that sensitive place. Morgana's body tightened again. Letting out a slow breath, she came harder than the last time.

"OH! God, that looked like it felt good." Lane exclaimed as she touched her breasts through her tight black dress.

"You REALLY outdid yourself." Chester said as he unzipped his pants. The pressure of his balls was a little too much right now.

Chester, now free from the confines of his pants, began stroking his cock. He moved over closer to the girl on the slab. The blonde boy continued to play with the spasming cunt. With hungry eyes, he stood over Morgana. Carefully, he bent, grabbing her narrow waist, pulling her lower half closer to the level of his manhood.

"Oh, yes . . . " he groaned as he rubbed himself in that glistening slit

The hot meat on her aching body made Morgana dizzy. That and the rush of blood flowing to her head thanks to her new position. Damn, he needed to slip in there, but the old coot was making himself slick with her juices first at an annoyingly slow pace. The shout for him to get a move on was at the edge of her lips. It nearly killed her to swallow it. 

Agonizingly slow, he entered the girl with a long grunt. Morgana's eyes twitched ever so slightly in response. His movements following were just as slow, but hard and deep. There wasn't much to old Chester's member, but judging by the thrust of hips and sway of member, he knew how to use what he had.

Jim groaned out as he watched Morgana's soft orbs spread and bounce as Chester pushed in and out. Each slip and slap of joining bodies jiggled her. 

"Damn, this is hot." Jim said eagerly

"Isn't it, though?" Xavier beamed, "And my work is not quite complete."

Chester sucked in a long breath as he roughly grasped Morgana's hips. Her pussy was grabbing him with its hot and wet walls. He loved when they got all stretched out, slippery and gooey. Still, the others were distracting.


Legs Wide Open



(Author's note: 'creative' writing has never been one of my strenghts, so I have written about my life. This story is not fictional, keep that in mind while you read and you may enjoy it that much more)

The line between surreal and real can be very thin, especially when drugs, alcohol and sex are involved. This is a true story, although some of the names have been changed. I think about it often when masturbating. 

My name is Sarah Bean. I am 28 years old now, but this story centers around one night 7 years ago. I was in my last year of college and it was summer time. I had just applied for and received a student loan so that I could go to Costa Rica for 4 months and study tropical biology. On my last night in town my friends decided to take me to the club.

I am half Caucasian and half aboriginal, and this is reflected in my dark brown hair, almost black eyes and tanned complexion. Two of my best friends, Kristine and Laura, are Caucasian with blond hair and blue eyes, both very beautiful. The fourth of our group, Robin, is a brunette, with large expressive brown eyes and a fair complexion. We were all in our prime: young, fit and carefree. We were best friends: we had fun together, cried together, got drunk together, stoned together, loved together. 

We went to the clubs that night, we went to dance, drink and laugh. But things became really hot on the car ride home. We were all drunk and stoned but not so much that we didn't know what we were doing. Just enough so that normal inhibitions were relaxed. Now there's something you should know about Kristine, she is always horny. And I don't say that because it sounds good, I say that she is always horny because she is. Now picture 8 people crammed into a little Honda civic meant for 6 people and you can guess we were sitting pretty close to one another, close enough so that our bare legs touched where our skirts ended. Close enough so that our arms touched each others breasts without trying. 

On the way home from the club, Kristine decided she would kiss one of the guys in the car (I'm sorry I've neglected to introduce two of the men that will later become key parts of the story, bear with me). She's sitting in Robin's lap and leans in and French kisses Ryan (Ryan is not attached, but none of us consider him boyfriend material. He's always got the best weed though...). We are all watching them kiss, I can feel my cunt twitch and get wet; I can't speak for Laura or Robin though. Kris moaned while she kissed him, you could see that she wanted more. Then Kris kissed Robin, which is actually not surprising as they were always very close friends. Now I've never had sex with another girl, but I've always been attracted to them. Seeing Robin and Kris kiss only made me anticipate my turn.

The windows were down and it was a warm wind blowing our hair and on our faces. The bass was loud, the music was hypnotic and we were so high. Kris turned to me, locked her blue eyes on my brown and pressed her open mouth to mine. Pressed together, our mouths were wet and warm, closed for a split second and then opened again. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and I did the same to her. It felt really good.

We arrived safely at Kristine's house, which was actually a cabin nearby a local park with a beach and a lake. The kissing and touching continued inside the house. We lit another joint and danced to some old Led Zeppelin. Laura wasn't attracted to girls and had a boyfriend. But Kris, Robin and I were into it. We kissed each other while we danced, all three of us kissing and rubbing each other's backs while we danced, getting hornier and hornier. 

I said earlier we were all fully aware of what we were doing. But at this point in the night things get a little fuzzy. While we were dancing, Ryan sat on the couch and watched us, enjoyed watching us. Somehow, Robin, Kris and Kris's common-law husband Dave ended up in the only bedroom in the house. I sat on the couch, too high to do anything else but sit there and listen to the trio in the bedroom having sex. Listening to someone else having sex nearby is very exciting but frustrating. I was not sitting beside Ryan, but instead beside the third man in this story---Jeff. Jeff was married to one Kris's friends that was not there that night. Jeff was friends with Dave and had decided to come over and join the after-party. He too, had been sitting on the couch watching us girls dance and kiss. 

I blanked out for a couple minutes and when things became clear again Jeff's hand was up my skirt. He definitely wasn't as high as I was and I think he decided to take advantage of my state. I wasn't resisting though. He had a way of rubbing my cunt lips on the outside of my panties that got me so wet and horny. I had a blanket over my lap (probably because I had planned to go to sleep on the couch) and his hand was under the blanket, moving up and down on my vagina. Ryan was watching from the other couch, I'm sure he suspected what was going on under the blanket. I was so horny and enjoying his attention so much that I slouched further down on the couch and spread my legs to give him easier access. 

I was breathing heavy and moaning, but again was not really fully alert. I was in a very vulnerable physical and mental state, I was easy to manipulate and he knew it. Next, he removed my underwear and pushed me back so that I was lying on the couch. He began to fuck me next, and I enjoyed it. But while he was fucking me, my mind had flickers of doubt in it. Every couple minutes I would remember that Jeff was not my boyfriend, nor was he even a close friend. Yet somehow he was thrusting his penis in and out of my wet cunt. He kept ripping the blanket off of me, exposing my bush, stomach and partially visible tits. And I kept pulling the blanket back on because some part of me realized that I was being used. I has the odd thought that if I could at least hide what he was doing to me from Ryan, I would have some decency left. 

Soon I wanted Jeff to stop, but it was too late. He was pumping away at me and too far gone. He batted away my feeble attempts to push him off. I wasn't moaning any more, he wasn't directly stimulating me anymore either, just using me to get off. I literally reached out my arm in Ryan's direction, as a gesture of entreaty. I tried to make eye contact with him, so that he would help me. That's how 'out of it' I was: Ryan had now 'become' someone who could 'save me', because my body was too stoned to stop what was happening. But Ryan just smiled at me, it was feral: an eyes half-lidded, teeth showing, kind of smile. He was enjoying watching Jeff fuck me. 

I stopped trying to cover myself up, so Ryan could probably see my tits bouncing from Jeff mashing his pelvis against mine, see Jeff's dick sliding in and out of my cunt. Jeff ejaculated inside of me, my cunt was very wet and sticky, there was a big wet spot under my bum on the couch. Then Jeff offered me to Ryan, but I was too stoned to protest. Jeff left, he didn't watch Ryan enter and fuck me.

When I returned from Costa Rica, I never spoke of the events of that night with Jeff, although I did see him again at Kristine's house, him and his wife came to hang out with us. I guess Jeff disgusted me, it would not have been so bad if he didn't have a wife---a wife that I went to school with, had classes with (big sigh). Ryan and I talked about it though (over a joint), I had him fill in the blanks.

I don't see most of the people in this story anymore. After graduation, we all moved in different directions, got different jobs, got married, went traveling. But the memory of kissing my girlfriends, fondling them while we danced, is such a turn on. The memory of Jeff's hands on the outside of my underwear, rubbing my cunt lips, of his penis sliding in and out of my cunt while Ryan watched also makes me wet, and brings me to orgasm.



Legs Wide Open



CHAPTER 1

Book publishers Flynn & Lombardy, attempting to ride on novelist Jane Austen-Frewin's popularity to push her new novel, 'Legs Wide Open' into the best seller's list, announced in a newspaper and on local TV and radio it would conduct a competition at the widely promoted author's next public appearance.

People attending the function at Woodley Mall in southern England would have the chance of being selected to ask Jane, author of the controversial novel, 'The Beastliness of Men', a question about the characters or observations of characters in her new novel. Anyone presenting an authentic question that Jane failed to answer would be invited to a complimentary lunch with Jane at the Professional Women's Club in London.

Newspaper reader Leo McKenzie sighed and thought what a petty carry on. The black sheep farmer and book reviewer for 'Small Farmers' Monthly Magazine', had mistakenly read the book thinking it was Austen-Frewin's first descent into porn literature, only to find the heroine in 'Legs Wide Open' was a fictitious hurdler destined to bring glory to her village by winning a Gold Medal for England at the Olympics. 

There were a couple of quite good sex scenes but they did not remotely approach the lustiness of hot porn. However the story was well crafted and kept his interest and Leo had read on. He'd never heard the cute Miss Jane Austen-Frewin speak so decided to roll up and listen to her fend off questions from peasants and school-teachers out to stump the writer to earn a free lunch at an exclusive domain.

Who said 'there ain't no such thing as a free lunch'?

Well Leo could recall two of his former newspaper editors were on record as saying that and knew of a Member of Parliament making that assertion on the premise that someone ends up paying for a free lunch. If someone did stump Jane, a local author with perhaps the best pair of breasts in the county, they would enjoy a no-strings-attached lunch. Well they would provide the bait for media interest and thereby earn publicity for the author and her publishers. And of course someone would bear the cost of that complimentary lunch.

Leo put on his wellies (gumboots) and buttoned up against the drizzle to inspect his flock that produced wool for sale to people involved in knitting, weaving and felting natural fiber to produce un-dyed garments made of highly prized black/ chocolate brown wool. Two-thirds of the annual lamb crop was sold at market as fat lambs, some of the others were retained as breeding stock while others would find their way to local buyers and the tables of Leo and his butcher who really liked the gamey taste of Leo's sheep. That same butcher purchased all of Leo's culls. 

With Leo went Jess, a loyal and placid Border Collie. She was not allowed in the cottage and everywhere where Leo went Jess went, within reason.

On the property in West Dorset were 212 Hebridean Sheep, a hardy primitive breed of horned males and females, coming in recent times from Scotland but originating in the northwest fringes of Europe. Leo's land was hilly, stony and swampy with unimproved pastures, absolutely ideal for the 'Hebs' that thrive in hard-going conditions.

Like Leo, Jess knew every sheep in the small flock.

On week days, Leo who had an MA in Social Development and Sustainable Livelihoods, taught conservation studies at a nearby private high school where he was hugely popular with students because he was so unlike most teachers, never combing his hair, wearing old clothes and talking to them as if he were one of them. Playing a guitar he'd teach his students songs he'd composed relating to their studies that helped them no end at exam time as well to encourage them love or at least respect the concepts associated with conservation. 

At the start of each new school year he'd hire buses and take new junior students with at least six parents to walk over his farm to see how he practiced conservation. He'd introduce them to Jess (one of the stars of the visit) and to plants and reveal the habitats of reptiles and small wildlife most of the kids had never heard of, and explain the relationship between species and their environment.

In the vegetable and flower gardens, Leo introduced the visitors to plants that not even some of the parents knew about.

The 'awesome' visits to Woolly Ridge Farm gained almost legendary status at the school and intermediate and senior students would arrive at the farm some weekends as part of special study projects, with Leo, being a bachelor, insisting they must always arrive in the company of an adult. Soils of his holding bordering heathland were low on the rung of productivity but the area was surrounded by fertile farmland

When Leo first arrived to teach at the school, he was practically shunned by some staff. The near-to-retirement principal had known Leo as a boy and was a pal of Leo's father who'd farmed the land before Leo, and so knew Leo was fit for the job in all respects. Mr Childs also accepted it was unlikely even he could get Leo to adopt the school's dress code for staff.

However the acceptance of Leo grew from the time of the first end-of-year exam results were revealed. His success as a teacher was no longer in doubt and then one of his top students won a national scholarship to study conservation the following year and his students begin winning local and regional prizes in conservation. Leo also became the first teacher from the school to be invited to speak at a Southwest England convention for school principals. His school principal pleaded to Leo at least get his apparent best suit dry-cleaned for that event but in the end it didn't matter because Leo went to the rostrum dressed as a 19th Century yokel and he received thunderous applause at the end of his addressed he'd simply entitled, 'Why Teach the Principles of Conservation?' 

A week later Leo received an invitation to repeat his address to the dinner at a national convention of secondary school teachers. A portion of his address, with Leo dressed as a 17th Century Scottish shepherd, was screened that night on national television news.

Following that exposure, Leo was commissioned to write articles for magazines and that included producing a monthly column for 'Small Farmers' Monthly Magazine'. When the editor of that magazine visited Woolly Haven Farm, he discovered that Leo had a huge library because he was an avid reader, not possessing TV or even a radio, but he did subscribe to five newspapers. Leo accepted the invitation to write book reviews for the magazine, the deal being he'd keep the review copy.

* * *

On the Saturday of the 'Quiz the Author' event, Leo crossed into the neighboring county of Hampshire and journeyed to Woodley Mall to see Miss Austen-Frewin in the flesh, hoping to view a great deal of her flesh.

Alas it was a cold day with a whistling wind and Jane Austen-Frewin's body was encased in a thick coat and bulky scarf.

Damn.

The place was crowded and so Leo knew he wouldn't have the opportunity to ask whether her tits were lovely and warm... er were her lovely breasts snugly warm. Yes she might accept that question as being meritorious in a literary sense and inoffensive to her as a person with tits. Perhaps if she did reply without hitting him with her shopping bag, he could add something of even more interest to her, er about the need to conserve handsome tits.

Er breasts.

He took a mid-position in the crowd, keeping away from the guys at the back smoking, reeking of beer and passing wind.

Leo flushed in pleasure when Jane looked right at him and smiled and then flushed in annoyance as she appeared to be doing the same thing to everyone. Jesus what a cheap shot.

The brazenly-dressed woman who ignored the cold in the open mall who probably was, thought Leo creatively, also the publishers' joint mistress (there being two principals in the firm) who merely masqueraded as their PR manager, introduced the author of 'Legs Open Wide' (a quote in the book from the heroine's hurdles coach) and Jane smiled at her adoring fans and others who were curious onlookers.

Leo was now a fan after seeing Jane in the flesh.

Lucy Whoppers who actually introduced herself as Lucy Jones-Mason, gave a boring plug for the book and said anyone buying it today at the Mall would receive a 2.5% discount.

God what a miserable offer, Leo thinking 30% off would have been good marketing.

Lucy then announced details of the competition and called for questions.

"Why didn't Janelle have her hair up for the victory ball?"

Lucy said there was no character in the book called Janelle and there was no mention of a ball.

Leo waited for two guys in white jackets to come and escort that idiotic guy, presumably an alcoholic from Kent, away but the constantly grinning guy in a green hemp suit was left undisturbed.

"Why did you spell Festinlog, a community in north-west Wales, repeatedly with a double F spelling it F-f-e-s-t-i-n-l-o-g?"

"Because that's the correct spelling."

"No it isn't."

Lucy said just a moment, pulled up her iPad and after a few dabs announced, "I have Blaenau Ffestinglog here on a map of Wales and it definitely has two 'f's. Next question please."

"Why did you write 309 pages when you could have easily told the story in 209?"

"My initial manuscript was 231 pages in draft form but after editing and rewriting I submitted a 198-page manuscript and that was further amended during professional editing. But what really determined the size of the novel was the choice of page format and typeface chosen in consultation with the printer and thus the book came off the press at 309 pages. Of course any book can be written shorter or longer. In fact my précis of the story submitted to the publisher was only three pages of doubled-paced typing on A4."

The questions, a few that were interesting, followed but none caught out the author.

Lucy began the wind-up saying it was disappointing that no one had managed to outfox Miss Austen-Frewin.

Leo thought why not and called out, "Excuse me, I'd like to lunch with your pretty author."

"Oh very well. If you are that confident, have a shot."

"Miss Austen-Frewin, I'm sorry but this is a toughie. Where in 'Legs Wide Open' is an animal specifically mentioned?"

Jane thought and frowned and finally said, "At the outset I mentioned my heroine Jess was somewhat flawed, not liking animals and liking noisy children even less. I don't believe I mentioned the presence of animals in my novel but I admit something in my head is questioning that assertion. I'm sorry, you look to be an interesting luncheon companion."

People tittered and she blushed.

"Oh but I will be lunching with you Miss Austen-Frewin. One of your strengths as a novelist is your ability to solidly use the show, don't tell principle. On page 177 when your heroine begins to climb the stairs of Askew House you mention, and I quote, 'a frightened grey kitten withdrew into the shadows under the open-tread stairs'.

"Omigod that's right," Jane cried and Lucy, skimming down that page said, "Confirmed, here is that passage, two-thirds of the way down."

People applauded.

Jane said, congratulations sir. "May I test your knowledge of that novel?"

"Yes, go ahead."

"Who was Jasper's best friend?"

"Owen, a vehicle mechanic, originally from Royal Tunbridge Wells."

"Oooh very correct."

"What was it about Jess's grandmother?"

"She was Welsh, always wore, quote, 'scary black', walked with a stick with a brass house doorknob for grip and was always telling Jess she could be whatever she wished to be."

"You really do have excellent recall. Right, the final test, what were the two words Jess breathed to herself when she looked up to the placings, knowing she had won the race and then saw her time was under the qualifying time required to be considered for probable selection to Great Britain's track and field team to the Olympics?"

Leo said without hesitation, "She breathed 'Thanks Nain', in tribute to the enduring mind-reaching encouragement she'd always received from her grandmother."

"Oh excellent," Jane said. "You are amazing. What is your name sir?"

"Leo McKenzie from West Dorset."

Lucy cried, "Omigod, he's the somewhat eccentric guy who promotes sustainable living."

People turned to look at Leo and clapped. 

As the crowd began moving away Lucy came across to Leo and as she approach Leo admired her breasts.

She smiled, "You're staring Mr McKenzie."

"I know but didn't your mother preach to you anything you do is worth doing well?"

Lucy blushed and said she certainly did.

Local media photographed them together and checked the spelling of Leo McKenzie's name with him.

Lucy said, "I've called the club because we'd expected only females would stump Jane but the director of the club said no it was okay, members often had men for lunch."

Leo grinned.

"She then asked who the bright boy was and I told her your name and she said oh the conservationist, her granddaughter had claimed you were the best teacher she'd ever had and the director asked would you speak and they could make that day a formal luncheon and raise money for charity. Would you speak to them?"

"Okay."

"The director said you could nominate the charity."

Looking at her breasts to clear his mind (not that it worked), Leo said the Farm Animal Rescue Sanctuary.

Jane wasn't beautiful but her smile was and she had a cute snub nose and freckles and her green eyes were searching and, to Leo, suggested calmness and intelligence. He tried really had not to gaze at her tits.

"Oh Mr McKenzie. It's..."

"Please call me Leo," he said, looking at her breasts and Jane, noting where his focus was, blushed.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"I should think so," she scolded.

"Eh?" said Lucy, coming off her phone.

Leo looked pleadingly

Jane looked at his ruddy complexion gained from his outdoor life and the trusting pale blue eyes and said, "Oh Leo belched but apologized."

"Oh I thought... um nothing."

"You thought what?"

"Nothing," Lucy said, glancing at Jane's breasts and looking back to check for messages on her phone.

"What day would suit you for our lunch?"

Leo replied any day during the upcoming school holidays.

"Oh why is that?"

"Because I teach conservation studies at a high school."

"Omigod then you were intelligent enough to gain a degree?"

"Jane?"

Jane said to Lucy what and then realized what she'd just said.

"Oh Leo..."

"No worries," he said, cutting in. "I upset you looking at your breasts and now you have bad-mouthed me. This suggests we have something in common, the ability to trade insults."

"God you two," Lucy laughed while Jane was left bemused and speechless until, she said sounding extremely sincere, "I am so sorry."

Leo stroked her arm and told her to forget it. She looked at his hand on her arm and said nothing and made no attempt to pull away. That's when his interest in her deepened into something he'd never felt for a woman to that extent before.

Lucy got the dates of the school holidays from Leon and said she'd arrange the lunch date and everyone agreed a Friday would be best to attract the biggest attendance of people in a mood to donate generously.

"I'll call you Leo."

"I don't have a phone of any type but you can leave a phone message at my school. But you can write. I clear my mail every weekday."

The two women gawked and Jane said in astonishment, "You must be the only person in England who doesn't have a phone."

"Oh there will be other people such as the homeless," he smiled. "I also don't have TV or a radio and get my understanding of what's going on in the world through reading newspapers and talking to people."

"Talking to people but not on the phone?" Lucy said, intrigued.

"Yeah in the pub on Friday nights is good," he smiled. "And I have my teaching scheduled arranged so in the morning I can attend market days and three nearby towns. That's where one really gets a handle on all local news included gossip."

The women exchanged glances and giggled.

"How will you two get on when a burst of excessive solar energy blots out radio, TV and kills phone communication?"

Jane and Lucy looked at him, shocked.

"Yeah, just like I expected. You two are like most other people. I suggest you stand and watch a free range hen scratch for its food and while watching think about the possibility of one day you or more likely your descendants grinding out a living as basic as that."

They stared at him.

"The upside is you'd have much more time for sex."

Their laughter sounded rather hollow.

As Leo said he must go, Jane smiled wickedly and said, "If you came by bicycle we could give you a ride home?"

"No thanks. I have quite some way to go home. I run my father's old 1991 Land Rover Defender 200 tdi. I have a farm so need a robust vehicle that can go anywhere."

Jane asked, "Then may I collect you and take you to London for lunch?" 

"That's a kind offer but I'll head up there the previous day and stay the night with my parents as Maidenhead. That means I'll have to clean the Defender because dad will be keen to inspect it for abuse."

Jane gave Leo her card and asked him to call her on Friday morning to confirm he was in London. 

As Leo left, Jane said to Lucy, "Omigod what a character, as strong as anything I write about and I write fiction."

"He certainly is. Why don't you live with him for a couple of months and get all the background to write a novel based on sustainability living?"

"You mean sleep with him?"

"Darling I mean to share his way of life and see what he does and learn how he thinks. You are an adult and if you wish to jump into the sack with him, that's your business. God he looks fit enough to go all night."

They laughed.

CHAPTER 2

They met in the foyer of the clubrooms.

Leo smiled and asked should he kiss her and Jane said without hesitation yes. She expected to be kissed like and aunt and was surprised at what she got.

Wow.

He smiled and said, "Good drive up here?"

"I came by train." 

He said good and suggested she return with him tomorrow.

"Good idea. I'll book into a hotel."

"No mom is expecting you to stay the night. I anticipated you'd say yes because you find me interesting."

"I do, do I?"

"Well that was pretty pathetic as a denial."

She laughed and said she liked his suit.

"It's dad's. I don't own a modern suit and thought you'd be disappointed if I came here looking like a typical West Country farmer."

"Is there such a thing as a typical West Country farmer?"

He grinned and said he said there was too much variety for his claim to be true.

She said he appeared to do a lot of thinking and he said, "And you don't?"

They laughed and she said why did she have this feeling she knew him?

"Because I'm used to dealing with kids?"

She snorted and said she hoped that comment was a question and he said yes.

They looked at each other and smiled.

She said, "It's happening isn't it?" and before he could reply she said, "Oh here are Lady Caroline, the society's president and club director Mrs Sims-Langley."

The large room was packed. Lady Caroline introduced Jane and Leo. After a very appealing lunch and coffee was being served, Leo began his address.

"First thanks everyone for your interest in coming to listen to me and to donate to my nominated charity. As a farmer of an ancient breed of sheep called Hebridean I'm more than just interested in animal welfare; I promote best practices in farm animal welfare in my monthly column in a magazine aimed at small farm operators. We call them small farmers although we know some are very large."

"Your president told me during lunch that she'd mucked out their small piggery on their large estate yesterday, not because of a labor shortage but because, and I quote, the lads don't do it well enough for her."




Legs Wide Open



"I think that justifies the peerage being retained when the clock eventually turns back and we return to sustainability living in order to survive because the peerage appears to have leadership qualities (laughter). And I think this grand hall should stay because I'm told the structure in 283 years old and that tells me it's gained its stripes in sustainability. But before you consider applauding that, whether it would be used for posh luncheons or as a multi-level pig raising facility I have no idea (applause and laughter)."

"Ma'am," Leo said pointing to a nearby woman. "On the day the world finally runs out of petroleum products and you are in in car on the A1, what would you do?"

"Call my husband I guess."

"Phone your husband? Well I have news for you. Your husband can't get to you because his Range Rover has run out of diesel. Panic is rife. People all over the world are ringing their hands and saying, 'Woe is me'. Oh and now the telephones are not working. A guy comes along smiling happily riding his bicycle but an out-of-fuel lorry driver jumps him, knocks him off his bike and cycles back to London to collect his young daughter from school because mom is at work at the factory. Oh no she isn't. The factory has ceased production. There is no electricity to drive the machines and no deliveries of raw materials are being made and no products are moving out and no new orders are being received. So the entire staff leaves and those people walk home, but walk home to what?"

"Need I ask but chaos and despair would be good descriptions."

"Ma'am how many types of vegetables are growing in your garden?"

"None, I live on the 15th floor of a luxury apartment block."

"Well I hope you can find food after you walk down all those stairs because the lifts are not working. But even if you had a vegetable garden that would be looted during the ensuing chaos and stores would have been looted."

"So half the population dies off from starvation and in all probability a quarter of the surviving half are murdered for their land and other assets. We now leave that depressing situation and jump forward some years."

Most of his audience were gazing at Leo in fascinated horror while some of the elderly were at peace dozing.

"People are living in well-organized communes. The need to band together tribally is well-recognized. The most prized possessions of any communities are heavy horses for pulling ploughs and harvesters. They protect their resources from marauders with clubs and knives and sickles because guns are useless with ammunition having run out. Thankfully home-made matches are available, for a price, as is oil squeezed from seeds to light lamps."

"And so we go on."

"So when will this happen?"

"Not in your lifetime."

"And it will occur slowly and progressively and with alarm bells ringing, people, populations and Governments will be of managing change and preventing much of it from galloping upon them."

"The question is will it happen?"

"The answer is yes. Our changing weather patterns at present indicated just how ineffective we are at halting such change and the other big thing working against us is spiraling world population; it's virtually out of control and will remain so because collectively we apparently find it impossible to work together effectively to control population sizes. The starving populations in Africa are just one example but remember it's a world problem, not just an African continent problem. You have to ask why do people breed when starvation and hopelessness lie ahead of them? Clearly thinking has to change. 

"Desirable standards of stewardship of both natural and human resources are of prime importance to deal with the problems ahead of us. I teach conservation studies at a local high school and must say I'm greatly impressed at the attitude of most of my students and their keenness to advance their understanding of conservation. I really do think some young people are buying into awareness and that's the start."

"And what about myself? I farm 212 adult sheep which is a low stocking rate on the land my father owned before me and he started his idea of sustainability before I was born. But the thing here is because of the low stocking rate and minimal change to the land, the retention of the natural environment means plants, animals, insects and naturally-occurring micro-organisms result in a teeming wildlife population on those 290 acres. My sheep are happy, I know each of them by name, much like a school principal who before the end of term one of the school year knows all several hundred students at his or her school. I can't claim they know all students at much larger teaching establishments. My sheep know I'm their guardian and I can go up to anyone of them and lift them up without resistance, but I stay clear of the rams when they are horny (laughter). By the way my ancient breed of sheep, male and female, has two or four horns. Natural occurring polls are extremely rare."

"Well that's it. If tomorrow you take greater care of what you buy and what you throw out, you'll know the message I have delivered here is getting through to you. You know every little bit you do is a contribution, every positive thought about conservation counts. You might even start discussing conservation topics with your family and friends. As I said, every little bit counts in the process of going forward. Thank you and remember it's probable the really bad things they lie ahead will not occur in our lifetime. But we must do our bit to hold off that inevitable."

People clapped and the president called for questions and they came thick and fast with some questioners attempting to discredit Leo. He didn't argue with them, saying mildly they were entitled to their opinion and he hoped they had sight of the big picture.

During the address Leo had been photographed by three photographers from different newspapers and he was told his address would be reported in brief. 

He and Jane took a cab to Paddington Station for the short train ride to Maidenhead.

They had a happy time together without much touching and Leo's mother placed them in separate bedrooms, as to be expected. Because after all her son had advised he'd only just met Jane.

The young couple left in the Defender next morning, Leo's mom whispering to him that Jane was the best of his female friends ever.

Jane said, "I repeat what I said yesterday, you spoke well and your address went down very well I believe."

"Yeah."

"And that was a lovely photograph of you published in your father's newspaper."

"It was."

"What do you think of me?"

Leo eyed Jane.

"I'd like to see our friendship develop."

"Oh really; how soon?"

"We could book into a hotel instead of driving you home today."

"Oh yes."

"What sort of answer is that?"

She blushed and said an answer that left her embarrassed.

"Well if we don't commit we won't do it, will we?"

"Omigod you don't hold back, do you?"

"Jane I'd like to explore your body."

She squirmed in her seat, patted her hair and said all right, she agreed they should stop somewhere.

They booked into the Hilton at Basingstoke.

They liked the room and Jane said, "Um should we walk to the city center?"

"I vote sex."

"It's not even lunchtime."

"Well we'll really look forward to eating after doing it."

"Well then we better start. Kiss me."

Leo had been around the block quite a bit but he had no idea of Jane's sexual experience and so decided to advance carefully. Kiss... kiss what?

Well he needn't had been apprehensive. He moved it to kiss her and Jane grabbed him and slammed her mouth against his and their first real kiss was a beauty, hard and lush that got their hearts racing as the sensors in their bodies began signally wildly 'More, more'.

Jane responded to her body. She pulled one of Leo's quite big mitts down on to a breast and his hand squeezed with practiced ease, so beautifully in fact that she had to swallow a rush of saliva and no doubt imagined the rush of blood to her nipples and vulva, or wherever parts the fabled blood rush was designed to saturate.

He was breathing more heavily on to the side of her face as they locked into another kiss and that indicated he was also coming on heat.

Their mouths opened, their tongues wandered and touched and Jane groaned and pulled Leo's hand off her breast and aimed it for her nether region and would have known he'd know what to do because what male didn't? Well none in her experience.

She groaned again and his hand accelerated to reach her area of need.

Her legs opened wide.

"Legs wide open," she giggled as Leo pulled away to jerk out a breast and he said, "What?"

"I'll tell you when you're old enough to be told of such a thing."

"Eh," he mumbled but as his thumb bent over a very upright nipple her attention focused on the attention she was receiving.

Jane was juicy by the time his two fingers slid into her and as they wiggled and his thumb strummed where it was designed to be used for strumming, her senses soared and her spirit journeyed across the room, out the window, over windows and into the clouds and she groaned and came over his ruthlessly invading fingers.

Leo had felt the shudders of her lower trunk and the extra wetness and wondered what to do now, pull it out and say hey suck this? Perhaps she didn't suck?

Jane came to the rescue. She murmured dreamily, "Shove in the real thing."

That was the green light.

Leo lowered her gently to the carpet and followed, struggling successfully to free his erection as he followed her to the floor.

She grabbed it and wheezed, "God what's this, something borrowed from a pony?"

Leo's chest swelled in pride and that added another quarter of inch to his erection that had appeared to already be at maximum length.

With legs wide open, Jane slowly fed it in, all of it.

They had both been grunting softly and now Leo slid both hands across the cheeks of her butt, delighting Jane with the sensuous feelings as his hands continued along her thighs and almost all the way down her calves and then he lifted and spread her legs really wide open.

That facilitated ever deeper penetration and to Jane it felt as if the top of his scrotum was squeezing into her.

She shrieked and came heavily.

"Can you go on?" Leo enquired solicitously as he continued to build pace.

"Oh yes," she yelled. "Stop now and I'll kill you."

Well that did it. Instead of bumbling around like two new kids on the block as couples new to each other often do in their first bang, they locked in harmoniously to thunder on to reach a splendid grand finale.

As Leo pulled off the condom and squeezed the contents over her tits and they both rubbed in the goo, he said, voice almost rasping, "That was one of my best ever fucks."

"Mine too," Jane said unafraid. "I hadn't realized I was big into repeat climaxes until today. When will you be ready to go again?"

Leo's face took on a sweet smile as if hearing a celestial choir.

On their way south next day, Jane said she'd like a couple more days of being with him.

"I enjoy your company and really enjoyed having sex with you."

"Okay we'll go to your place and you can pack for a few days or longer, although two hours might be enough to sate your curiosity because my home is pretty basic and untidy."

"Would it be okay if I tidied it a bit?"

"Yeah I think so providing I can find things."

"Well then, problem over." 

* * *

Jane packed a bag for several nights' stay humming happily and thinking sex had never been so good for her. If wasn't because he was big; he was attentive and inclusive, keen to ensure she was enjoying it too. She wondered who else he was having sex with. 

On the way out of her flat (apartment) where she lived alone, Jane decided to take her computer just in case she decided to stay longer and write while he was away teaching. God this was just like an adventure into the unknown. It wasn't quite warm enough to run around in the nude but summer was stepping relentlessly toward them. Hopefully he served something better than boiled grass and chopped gorse and heather. But she knew she'd cope because she was a descendant of Neolithic Man.

"Hi, me Jane. Neolithic woman," she laughed as she opened the front door to begin her adventure.

Jane looked in dismay at the apparent dreary landscape of heathland melding into folding low rises. There were some stunted trees, suggesting the terrain was windswept. God nothing could live here, it was so desolate. His sheep must be in barns being feed hay and grain supplements.

"Are your sheep in barns?"

"Barns? I don't have barns. I do have one used to house sick sheep or sheep birthing prematurely in stormy weather that I also use for storage, propagation, a workshop and parking Bessie."

"What's Bessie?"

"You are riding in her."

God he had a name for his clapped-out vehicle although she had to admit during her travel in it the Defender hadn't missed a beat.

Leo got out to open the gate. She got out to learn how to operate the fastener so she could open the gate in future.

"Let me see if I can unhook the thingy.

"Easy."

She placed the hook back into the staple and released the side-mounted spring.

He turned and kissed her.

Jane thought Omigod, what that romantic or was it not?

Pulling away, Leo unleashed a piercing whistle.

Jane saw a speeding black and white dog racing towards them.

"So she didn't hear Bessie."

"She would have picked up the sound of Bessie when we were at least half a mile away. But she was on guard of the buildings and is trained to remain at her station unless called.

The Collie halted short of Leo and then walked in holding up her head to be patted.

"Is it okay for me to touch her?"

"Yeah her disposition is as gentle as yours."

Jane thought the dog was cute and picked her up and she licked Jane's cheek with one stroke and then went completely relaxed.

"Jess has said hi, she's now ready to be put down."

Straightening after lowering the dog to the ground, Jane said, "You call your dog Jess?"

"It appears so. I thought you'd named your heroine in 'Legs Wide Open' after my Border Collie?"

They laughed.

Jane noticed as Leo moved Jess moved, the gap between them remaining the same. She marveled quietly at that.

They approach a thicket and she saw a hare run into it and saw at least six birds dart about. Omigod there was life in desolation."

He guessed her thoughts.

"You weren't expecting a farm of verdant green pastures, supported by chemicals, remnants of which find their way into waterways and the slow build-up on the land slowly poisons it although natural weathering may neutralize the chemicals over time?"

"I-I was expecting to see wildlife and sheep."

He just grinned.

"Say something," she said.

"I and my father before me farm this piece of Dorset not a lot unlike the first farmers 30,000 years ago who entered on the heels of those who'd cleared much of the land with fire. That second farming invasion came with an understanding of animal husbandry and farmed successful in terms of their thinking. It's believed they understand the principles of sustainability of the farming the land."

"Omigod, how amazing."

"Yeah and are you aware the coast of Dorset and East Devon comprise the Jurassic Coast World Heritage site and even today dinosaur footprints are being discovered in newly opened sections of quarries?" 

Jane almost whimpered she had been aware of that but it was stored away in a recess of her mind.

"There are some people who pay big money for my sheep taken to market because they say the meat tastes wonderful. They are aware my sheep live close to nature and living as they do in the wild and receiving no food supplements enhances their meat."

"Do you eat your sheep?"

He grinned, "Yes modestly and not raw."

The sad thought that he might eat his own sheep dissolved as Jane laughed unrestrained. Wiping her eyes she said, "God you can be so funny."

The cottage scarcely took her breath away. It was a rectangle of stone and windows with a peeling green-painted door under a small overhang. It was almost unnoticeable and then Jane caught herself, thinking that wasn't unplanned. Bushes grey up against the side walls and a line of birch stood close behind it. The roof was steeply-pitched in slate.

"Do you get much snow here?"

"Dorset is known for its mild weather and most years doesn't get much snow at all. But when it snows we can get a dump here because of our elevation."

"Yes the roof stands high."

He grinned.

He opened the unlocked front door and she noticed a rifle with the bolt removed.

"So you hunt?"

"I shoot dying sheep and any dogs and cats that I find on my land. Feral cats are one of nature's criminals because they kill for the sake of killing. I have the occasional sheep stolen so wander around holding my gun conspicuously to deter anyone hiding who is looking for opportunity of rustling sheep."

Jane entered the room in trepidation but was pleasantly surprised. The beams were oak and the oiled wood lining above them provided a darker contrast. The walls against the exterior were left untouched, the heavy dividing wall supporting the room was plastered and painted white and the flooring was lightly stained wood with black sheep skins scattered about. Well the room was untidy but not too bad for a bachelor. 

She placed her bag on the bed in the main bedroom that was fairly dark because it had only one low window and two higher smaller ones. The room was austere with the only decoration being two wildlife photographs and a lovely thickly padded velvet antique armchair and a heavy wood dresser than continued on to form a small wardrobe.

He placed her computer and writing bag on the bed.

"What do you think?"

"Comfortable but austere."

"Yeah, needs a woman's touch."

They went into the second bedroom and Jane's mouth fell open. It had been converted into a library/office. The walls were lined with books and she scanned some of the titles and found most were non-fiction.

"I've added plenty of the books because I read a lot. Others belonged to my father and his parents. Dad always said, 'Never throw a good book away' and I never have. I bet you liked him better than my mother?"

Jane colored and said, "I shouldn't say this but I did."

"Yeah and me too. He had tremendous character whereas mom is petty and insipid."

"I-I don't believe I've ever come across anyone being prepared to talk so openly about their parents."

"Stick around baby and you'll learn things about me and from me but above all about my environment and I know I'll learn from you because I've already learned you don't resist being outspoken."

"I think that's fair comment. Where do I shower and pee?"

"Here he said, taking her out and to the far wall.

"There is only a bath. I've never watched a female pee."

"And I doubt that you'll be starting with me. Out you go," Jane said firmly and thinking god he was nobody's clone. He even closed the door for her.

She sat and wondered what it would feel like having a guy watcher her pee. Oh yeah, he was already making her mind work in unaccustomed ways. If it went well during the next 24 hours she might ask if she could stay longer. Well the house had electricity feed but where was the laundry? Omigod, Mr Back to Nature just hung his soiled underpants on a clothesline and left it to nature to wash and dry them for him.

She came out and went through the doorway opposite and into a great kitchen that would explain the L-shape of the living room because the kitchen was rather large.

He was at it again, capturing her recent thought.

"I suppose you are wondering where the laundry is?"




Legs Wide Open



"You weather your washing on an outdoor clothesline."

He said thoughtfully that was a go idea.

"No it's out through that door in a lean-to where there's a wood burner to heat water and heat the house when it's cold. It also supplies water to the copper where clothes are washed and then put through a hand wringer, just like your grandmother would have done as a girl."

"Um yes. But washing that way can't be much fun?"

"Then don't do your washing and don't wash until you shower when you go home."

"But it would be easy to have a washing machine."

"Don't want one. Nor do I want a radio or TV or a food mixer or microwave."

"Well at least you have electricity."

"Yeah but it's not what you think. It's battery power. A generator in the barn recharges the batteries each morning. You can connect your computer to the internal supply because the computer has the technology installed to work off battery power. It will even charge your computer battery."

"What about my mobile phone?"

"What about it? You are outside cellphone coverage out here."

Jane thought, oh god, would he take her home if she asked or at least back to the edge of civilization.

She asked nervously, "How far away is the nearest village."

"Eight miles, why?"

She said vaguely she was just wondering and he grinned and said, "Thinking of getting a bus home or at least finding somewhere to have a shower?"

"I um no."

He grinned as if saying you are lying. How could he read her mind like that? And now he was at it again and she'd missed what he was saying.

"What was that?"

"I was saying you should stay here to write your next novel, based loosely on us, me the ruggedly handsome guy with a cock that makes your mouth water in anticipation attempting to satisfy Neolithic man while you, a thoroughly modern Milly, have arrived at this horrible basic outpost on the edge of civilization where every nerve in your body is screaming telling you to run home to your mother but you can't because for the first time in your life you are enjoying being fucked. You stay, he tries not to be grumpy when you complain. Jess the dog takes you and shows you the sheep who stand still and allow you to pat them and Jess then takes you to see the frogs and you see butterflies you've never seen before and a meter-long smooth snake scares the nuts off you and then Neolithic Man takes you walking and explains the inter-relationship between plants and insects and animals and birds and what would happen to the area they live in if it wasn't lightly grazed and you fall in love with the place and you fall in love with him and you marry and you take him back home where you're pregnant and ever so happy and he lies saying he's happy in the job you found for him as being waste control manager at the local mall. The end."

Jane gaped at him.

"What?"

"Nothing and I'm not even thinking it so you can't read my mind."

"Read your mind. What bullshit is that?"

"Nothing. Build me a shower and I'll stay for a while."

"Okay."

She looked dismayed and yelled, "I don't want to stay. You were supposed to say no way would you install a shower for me."

"You were spoilt by your parents, weren't you? You grew up having most of your demands met."

Jane felt the burning of her flush.

She ran to the toilet and slammed the door and reached to lock it but there was no lock.

Jane burst into tears.

She emerged almost fifteen minutes later, having tried to wash away the signs of crying, unsuccessfully she thought.

"Hi. I've made sandwiches. Would you like a cappuccino?"

"You have a coffee machine?" she asked in awe.

"Hell no. Mom left some of her fancy ready-made packs here. You just add water."

"Oh."

"Jane," he said gently. "Just allow your experiences and thoughts to run. You have landed suddenly into a very different place and a very different lifestyle than you are used to. Given the chance, your mind and body will adapt. Also I can give you great encouragement: You are a romantic and this environment will fit you like a cloak"

"You have to be kidding."

"Come now, eat your sandwich."

Jane began chewing and stopped and with food in her mouth said, "Is this one of your sheep?"

"Yes."

"It's... it really is lovely meat."

He said he was glad she thought so and said when he wanted sheep meat he'd take two sheep to a butcher who would slaughter and processed the kill. He'd return with his sheep meat and the two pelts and the butcher would retain the other carcass in payment. 

She smiled gently and said, "You are capable of killing them and preparing the meat."

"Yes but I know each of my sheep by name."

Jane said she'd guessed that would be the reason.

The coffee actually tasted better than she'd expected and she told Leo that.

"Will you stay?"

"Yes, I have thought about it and I think you are right, this will be a wonderful environment for me to learn about myself and to learn about you and what you do. Um Jess won't take me to see the sheep will she?"

He smiled and said she had the choice of believing or disbelieving anything he said.

"I know that but that's not answering the question."

He smiled and asked her what her shoe size was? She replied.

"Good you should go for a short walk. Mum leaves a pair of Wellingtons (gumboots) here and a wind-jacket. Dress and go for a short walk."

"I might get lost."

"That's unlikely."

She asked why wasn't he going with her and he replied he was giving her some space.

They went outside and kissed.

"I think we should go back inside and ..."

He laughed and said there was plenty of time for that.

"Off you go. Head that way," he said pointing.

He then said to the dog, "Jess go with Jane. Go with Jane. Sheep."

Jess sped ahead of Jess, waiting till she'd almost caught on and then raced on another fifty feet.

When the same thing happened again Jess said aloud, "Omigod, Jess is taking me to the sheep."

They came to a hillside and the sheep were spread out grazing. There was about fifty of them and they stopped eating and calmly watched the intruders approach.

They were all horned, younger ones very black, the others looking more like chocolate and their eyes were bright amber or yellow-brown. They were smallish with long backs.

Jess went right up to a ewe and they appeared to kiss. The ewe stood fearlessly.

Jane thought how amazing, aware of stories of marauding dogs ripping open the throats of sheep. She noticed bright black hair on the ewe's face, tail and legs.

She held her hand out and approached it as Jess moved off. The ewe sniffed the hand and allowed Jane to feel its wool along its back without moving.

Jane turned and could see the roof of the cottage and so could have walked back unaided but as soon as she began walking off, Jess shot out in front of her and led her back.

"Hi," she called and Leo called hi and in a louder voice called, "Good girl Jess."

"I found only sixty sheep."

"Sixty-nine actually. The sheep graze their own territory on a free-roaming basis to reduce the impact on the environment. They are in three flocks and are farmed as three separate flocks, never mixing."

She found Leo in the bathroom where he was measuring.

"What are you doing?"

"Measuring for your shower. All I have to do is to plumb in extensions to the hot and cold water lines to the bath and have adjustment valves to direct water upwards to the showerhead. The pantry is directly behind this wall so I can take the shelves out, cut out a slab of the lining and do the plumbing from there, attach the lining slab back in position, fill the gaps, repaint that wall, replace the shelving and Bobs your Uncle."

Jane said, "Oh that's too much bother. I can make do with washing my hair in the bath and besides I may well head home on Sunday."

"I don't think so."

"Excuse me?

"We go to Bridport on Saturday for the Farmer's Market. You'll love that. And you will need days to explore the Jurassic Coast. Further does 'Tess of the D'Urbervilles' and 'Under the Greenwood Tree' ring a bell?"

"Omigod, I'm in Thomas Hardy country."

"Indeed you are."

"I did English Lit at University and studied him also at high school."

"We can go to places used for settings in some of his books and visit monuments. This county has some wonderful historic towns and museums and we need to go on a boat tour of Poole harbor and spend time in larger centers such as Christchurch and Bournemouth and walk heathlands and..."

"Is there a place Hardy wrote about near here?"

"Of course, I go to Dorchester once a month to stock up. Dorchester is called Casterbridge in Hardy's 'The Mayor of Casterbridge and Dorset itself becomes South Wessex in his books."

"Oh stop, you are making my mind dizzy. God how crass of me ignoring the attractions and the great part Dorset has played in our country's history and in literature and being one of the most beautiful parts of England. To my shame I'd not even given a thought to Thomas Hardy.""

"Well I have several of his books and books written about him. The truth is I've rather ignored him myself."

Leo grinned. "Oh by the way, there's a walk called Hardy Way and goes through the West Country portrayed in his novels. It starts at Higher Bockhampton where he was born and finishes at Stinsford Churchyard where part of his remains lie buried beside his first wife."

"Oh if it's fine next Sunday might we do that walk? You'll can spare me a couple of hours surely?"

"Oh I forget to mention, Hardy Way runs for 212 miles."

Jane sighed and muttered a profanity and the said, "You look almost finished."

"Yes I have," he said, allowing the tape to roll back into its housing while he made a note of that measurement.

"Come to bed."

He frowned and looked at his watch and asked why?

"Because I like sex."

He muttered and Jane snapped "Well forget it."

She had just reached the kitchen when she was grabbed from behind. An arm wrapped around under her breasts to capture her and Leo's spare hand shot between the legs of her jeans and slammed into her pussy and pressed hard.

"Oh god," she yelled and twisted in his embraced and turned her face, mouth half open and as he kissed her she rammed her tongue into his mouth.

"Oh, oh," she whimpered. "Fuck me."

Fortunately the heavy wooden kitchen table was clear apart from salt and a bottle of tomato sauce.

Leo brushed them aside while Jane fumbled to drop her jeans. He bent her over the table, unzipping but not waiting to remove his jeans. He grabbed his hot pulsating erection and pulling aside a leg of her panties pushed it in and, oh boy, was she wet.

"Oh thanks, what a fucking delight," she moaned. "My body was screaming out for that."

"I'm not wearing a rubber."

"That's more or less okay. I'm protected."

"Get your tits out," he gritted, and she fumbled doing that, being very red-faced and perspiring.

"God I'm on heat."

"Oh I thought you were just bored," he puffed as he pounded her and Jane made whimpering and whining sounds as she did her best to push back. They were into it as if they'd not had sex for a year.

When he pulled out she said thanks, that was lovely, and then whined, "Oh god I'm dripping into my jeans."

Leo pulled of his T-shirt and wiped her crotch and then put the T-shirt back on.

"Oh god," Jane giggled, looking at the wet patches. "But I guess that's better than you using a tea towel and hanging it back into place."

Leo grinned.

They spent the next couple of hours in mild and gentle ecstasy in bed.

Leo prepared to leave for school next morning and said a little concerned, "Will you be okay left here alone and knowing I can't call you and you know no one will come to visit?"

"Yes."

"And you will you be happy?"

"I-I think so."

He looked very serious. "You could view it as living for the day in perfect peace."

She thought about that and said yes he could be quite correct. "It could be like a princess imprisoned in a tower and yet she found freedom in her thoughts."

"Yes and you do have the advantage of being a romantic. I was just happy to be left alone up here. Well it won't snow today."

"Of course not. It's almost summer."

He kissed her goodbye and said he'd just wanted to give her some certainty about her day.

Jane waved him off and thought well she was now certain it would be a day without snow. In fact he'd told her some winters it didn't snow at the cottage.

Leo was out of sight. Jess sat where she'd watched him depart and turned her head to look at Jane who went inside to put on a jacket and cap and pulled on the wellies.

"Come on Jess, walkies."

Jess bounded ahead and paused, waiting for Jane to catch up. The sixty-nine sheep they'd seen previously watched them approach.

Jane called out a greeting and that was received no response, not even a single baa.

She walked on and found the scenery changing with less pastureland and more scrubland. After a while they came to a gate and after she closed it she saw more sheep and they looked at her and Jess stoically. Well yes sheep were not noted for being wildly intelligent and she had been told these were a primitive breed of sheep.

The sheep were spread well apart, foraging in the small patches of native grasses amid stuff that grow beyond the overhangs of heather and taller scrub. 

She went through another gate and closing it carefully, walked around the perimeter of several ponds. She heard rather than saw frogs croaking, some wading birds were fishing and water-fowl took to the air at their approach. 

After half a mile she came to a thicket and Jess turned to the right but Jane decided to take the left-hand track.

Jess barked, the first time Jane had heard any sound from Jess apart from panting.

"Oh god, I best be a good girl and do what Jess says," she said lightly, enjoying the peace and having Jess with her.

They had a steep hillside to their right and the thicket on their left had become a stand of trees and gradually Jane could see more space between them and the trees were thicker and significantly taller as if they were growing on terrain more to their liking. 

Jess stopped and stared into the trees.

Jane peered into that direction and then saw shadowy forms moving and by their size knew she what they were.

"Omigod deer. We have deer on our land, er Leo's land. Thanks Jess."

They walked on for about another quarter of a mile and Jane could see the tracks where Leo had driven along that route and obvious vehicle marks where he'd forged through bits of bog as in places the ground became very swamp like.

They came to another gate and Jane thought she'd walked far enough. She leaned over the wooden gate and eyed some of Flock Three. Within a minute the sheep had stopped staring at her and were grazing again.

"Well Jess, back we go."

Jess had gone.

Jane almost panicked but steadied her thinking, knowing she had a fair idea of the route she'd travelled. If she were careful she'd get back okay. If not as long as she continued down to lower land she'd come to improved farmland and could ask at a farmhouse for directions.

This part of the return was easy, the big hill was to her left and the trees were to her right. She came to the first bend in the track and found Jess waiting for her.

Jess allowed herself to be hugged and kissed on the back of her head.

Back at the house Jane made extensive notes about her day, from the time Leo had worried about leaving her alone.

She had lunch, cutting two thin slices of cold mutton after picking a barely-ripe tomato in the garden and cutting some stuff she had no idea what it was other than it was green and she assumed it was meant for the table. She'd tasted it and it seemed okay to eat raw.

After her lonely lunch with a glass of apple juice, Jane wrote to her publisher with a proposal for a novel about a new bride coming to live in a semi-wilderness alongside a protected ancient 150-acre heathland in a remote part of Western Dorset where her day companion was a Border Collie called Tess. Her new husband Tom was focused of having sex with his dismayed and disoriented bride who's never thought of living without computer games and her own car because... well because they were there. The 250-year old cottage she now lived in had no phone, was not connected to the national electricity grid and mobile phones were as useless as a kite without wind because cell phone coverage ceased some ten miles away. However, from Day One of being left alone, the dispirited blonde Regina Rudd as she was now called, having lost her lovely surname of Charleston when signing the marriage register, ventured out into the wilderness for the first time and Tess led her on to a discover that deer lived in their little forest. From the moment of watching those gentle animals move so gracefully in the gloom under the trees where no sunlight penetrated, Regina felt the call of nature. It was just a slight whisper, but it was a whisper of hope. She smiled, tentatively.

Jane sat back thoughtfully. If this proposal was accepted, she should stay her until she completed her research for her new novel. All would keep a diary and note everything she saw, heard and thought each day that might be useful for her novel and the damn thing would almost write itself. This environment she was in was so rich in everything.

She thought Leo was relaxed enough to know Regina was Jane and that Tom Rudd was loosely based on Leo McKenzie. But she'd tell Leo that Tom would be older than he was and would be a laid-off architect. Thomas Hardy had been an architect.

CHAPTER 3

Leo finished reading the proposal and grinned and drank some low-alcohol white wine.

"This plea... er this um...?"

"Proposal."

"Um in this proposal Regina and Tom appear based on you and me."

"Yes but if you are offended by that I can...."

"No it's fine. In fact I think it's amazingly you can be so manipulative."

He was smiling so Jane thought perhaps he was using that term in a more benign sense that she ever did.

"So you did go for a long walk and did see the deer?"

"Yes."

"And what you saw is beginning to change your attitude towards this environment?"

"Yes."

"And what does that mean?"

"It means if the editor accepts my proposal I'd like to stay on here and research for my next novel."

"And what if it's not accepted?"

"I'll pee in Piddle River and then jump in with a weight attached to a ring through my left nipple."

He frowned and said he was not sure that was appropriate and he was surprised she knew Piddle actually was a river in Dorset.

"They'll accept my proposal. The commissioning editor was born and raised in Poole in mid-east Dorset."

"Right. Well what does your heroine do while she resides here?"

"Her mother, Lady Hannah..."

"No leave out the peerage. Wet writers wallow in that stuff. Write for the New Age of female readers and the more conservative readers will read it to keep up with change."

"God that's useful advice."

"Well don't look surprised. Come for a walk. Jess needs to feel associated with me."

She hadn't replied and he asked, "What are you doing?"

"Oh just writing a log."

"What about? What I just said about me and Jess?"

"Yes. Writers can't invent every situation they write about."

Jane was about to sip her wine when he said, "That's good. I'll be pleased to supply new material. Perhaps I should introduce you to anal sex."

Jane only just managed to avoid dropping her glass in shock.

He grinned. She looked away.

Two pheasants rose up off the track ahead of Jess.

"Do you shoot game birds for the table?"

"No. I regard my land as a wildlife refuge. That's dedicated conservation land along our left-hand boundary and we get spill-over wildlife from there and I wish to encourage that, not deplete it. I swap some sheep meat for game birds shot by people I know."




Legs Wide Open



"So the barter system still exists?"

"Yes but no one talks about it because one doesn't know who's related to a tax inspector. Oh I should alert you to the fact that sometimes trampers or the curious walk through this land. I suggest you try to avoid them but if you do talk don't get overly friendly. There's a public walking track in the land to our right that they should use. I do have notices stating Private Land on my boundaries but some people ignore them."

"Should I ask Jess to scare them off?"

"No do nothing. Ignore them apart from a little wave. Remember Jess is not an attack dog."

"I know. She's lovely. Who were you having sex with before I came along?"

"Jesus," he smiled. "That was an abrupt topic switch. There are three or four teachers at the school who have, er, been kind to me."

"Only three or four?"

"Yeah well I might have been on the light side. Only two are fairly readily available. The others are married."

"Leo McKenzie you naughty boy," Jane frowned.

He laughed and taking her hand said he no longer had reason to implicate them in adultery.

"That's one way of looking at it," Jane laughed.

"Oh actually I told one of those women, Shirley Hall, about you today and you'll meet her because I'm helping her to plant their farm with species of native shrubs in areas to encourage more birdlife. They also buy wool and even sheep from me because her mother and friends weave. Shirley reminded me that the real Jane Austen lived for a time down on the coast at Lyme Regis and its Cobb Harbor was the setting for the filming of Jane Austin's story 'Persuasion'.

"Oooh, fancy that. I know a great deal about Jane, as my mother brought me up on her books from when I was eight or nine and I studied her writing as part of my degree. But I didn't know about that."

"Well when we hike along the Jurassic Coast we'll start from Lyme Regis. Actually we can visit the town on Saturday after tiring of Market Day at Bridport but that town is a real attraction in itself that you might want to spend all day there and dine there that evening."

"God I feel everything is closing in on me and if I'm meant to be here. It's just one thing after another."

"Is that a problem?"

"No."

"I have a stamp and envelope. I can put your proposal letter in the school outward mail tomorrow. You best use the reply address care of me at the school address and explain you are living outside of phone communication." 

* * *

On Thursday evening Leo said he'd come home straight after school next afternoon and collect her so that Jane could join in the after school drinks at a nearby pub. 

"Only Shirley knows who you are although I don't know if she twigged you are an author. You can be introduced just as Jane Frewin if you wish?"

"I'd like to accompany you and thanks for the invitation. Will other partners be there?"

"Yes some but not all and some will arrive late after they finish work. We may get invited to dine out."

"That would be nice. I'd love to meet people. Don't shorten me name. If anyone recognizes my name, that will be okay. 

Driving back to the town next afternoon, Leo said quite excitedly, I mentioned during the lunch break I would be bringing a woman who was staying with me and the only comment was from Carole who said she'd enjoy meeting my mother again. It just left it at that."

"Well I couldn't tart up because I only have basic clothes with me. Sorry about that."

"No it's fine. You'll fit in well wearing boots and that skirt, shirt and jacket. Eighty percent of the women will be dressed exactly like that and so you won't be embarrassed by being over-dressed."

"Well I wish to fit in."

Leon said, "Everyone will be in the snug. It's reserved for us on Fridays from 4:00." =

They entered and conversations died.

And then, "Omigod, it's Jane Austen-Frewin, author of the book 'Legs Wide Open' that I was telling you guys about yesterday after having just finished it. "Hi Jane I'm Kate Kirby. I recognized you from that lovely photo of you on the back of the dustcover. I've also read your 'The Beastliness of Men" and 'The Abduction of Amy Ryan'. It's such an honor to have to here with us."

"Er thanks Kate."

Kate took Jane by the hand and introduced her to everyone individually, about thirty people in all.

When that was over and Leo was handing Kate a wine she whispered, "So your school principal is not here?"

"Yes she's the one who recognized you, Kate Kirby. "She's a poet."

Two hours later Jane had the feeling she'd made two friends, Kate Kirby and the adorable Shirley Hall, who looked about thirty and had dark hair and almost violet eyes and friendliness just flowed from her. And then a Peter Cross began talking to her and said, "I'm head of the English department at our small high school. With a name like yours I gather you'd know a lot about Jane Austen?"

"Yes I grew up on a diet of Jane Austen and of course studied her at high school and university."

"May I invite you to speak to our students who have taken the English literature option who are aged fourteen upwards, to try to increase their interest in their studies of our earlier novelists. The focus of many of them is only on modern writers."

"Oh Peter I'd love to do that but you need to be aware I've never addressed youngsters before."

"But you have addressed adults?"

"Oh yes, book club groups galore."

"Then it's done. I'll arrange it and call you."

Jane said to send the message via Leo because she was living out of phone call range."

"Oh yes, Leo the Hermit," Peter laughed warmly. "That's not an insult, in my opinion Leo is our most popular teacher and the results he achieves are amazing."

A few minutes later Jane saw Peter chatting to his school principal and they both looked her way. A few minutes later Peter arrived back to her side and waited until the conversation Jane was involved in three other people ended.

"Jane this is either good news or bad news for you. Kate wishes you to address the entire school, all 327 students."

"Well that's a surprise but it's okay. If I flop, I'll flop."

Peter smiled and said all she had to do was to speak passionately about what she believed would be useful to pass on."

Peter caught a passing woman by the arm and said, "Jane this is my wife Eileen, she's just arrived."

Eileen looked at Jane and said, "Omigod. I've just bought your new book 'Legs Wide Open' not fifteen minutes ago.

Peter looked alarmed. 

"Er that's not a porn book I trust?"

The two women hugged and almost collapsed in laughter. The face of bespectacled Peter was a treat to observe.

It was almost 6:00 when Eileen Cross came up to Jane and Leo and said, "Peter and I would like to invite you two to dinner tonight."

"Lovely, we accept," Leo said and Jane smiled and nodded but was disappointed Shirley Hall had not invited them to join her and her husband. She looked around and said, "Oh has Shirley gone?"

"Yes," said Eileen. "She's my sister but had to race off because Rex phoned her to say her parents had arrived, unannounced, to stay the night."

"Oh."

"Don't worry," Eileen said. "Shirley really likes you. She asked me to invite you and Leo along with us for dinner at her place Sunday. Can you make it?"

Leo nodded and Jane said could Eileen call Shirley and say they would be delighted to accept the invitation.

On the drive home after a very pleasant evening, Jane said, "I feel I'm being accepted rather than being treated like an outsider."

Leo slapped the wheel and said, "That's because of your magnetism. You breath charm and you have well-developed interpersonal relationship skills. You listen, you are free with compliments, you react intelligently and your smile warms your face to project that good-feeling and you don't attempt to overpower the conversation to take control."

"Leo this is me you are talking about. Have you been drinking?"

"Of course I have but I have observed you and have come to my conclusions. Also Jess likes you and I don't mean just likes you, she really likes you."

"Omigod Leo, let me drive."

"No I'm fine. I've controlled my intake of booze. Well I might be a couple over."

"Well I enjoy talking to people and learning things from what they say. Not all people speak tritely, especially if you listen to them long enough."

"Yes that's exactly what I was saying."

"But you..."

"I meant as an analytical appraisal."

"God I must get you home to bed."

The Land Rover accelerated.

"Leo for fuck sake slow down!"

"Sorry, I thought you were in a rush to get your legs wide open."

Jane couldn't help herself. She screamed in laughter. Well she was aware she'd also knew she'd had a couple of drinks too many. 

* * *

Leo and Jane had a wonderful time at Bridport next day. They strolled through the regular street market and they went to the farmer's market and after lunch and touring around Jane thought she'd buy a car

"Can you afford to buy a car?" Leo worried. "You don't work and have only written three novels."

"It's fine. My maternal grandparents left me very well endowed."

She purchased a Blue Honda Jazz. It was eleven months old. The vehicle was ready to drive-away and so that's what Jane did, following Leo to the restaurant of his choice. They were early so were able to get a table.

"God I would have mucked around for days before committing to a vehicle," he said to Jane admiringly.

"Yes well I don't know anything about the mechanics of vehicles so I bought today like I buy a dress. I liked the style, the color and when sitting in it the fit was good. And so..."

"You bought it," Leo sighed, "without even taking a test drive."

"One of my girlfriends has one and I've driven her home in it a couple of time when she'd had too much to drink and found it good to drive. The vehicle is under warranty still so what did I have to fear? It's usually only with new cars that things go wrong soon after purchase."

Leo thought about people he knew who'd brought new and pre-used vehicles and knew he couldn't reject Jane's logic.

Leo followed Jane home and it went without a hitch. He told her to park in the shed and he'd clear away things next evening to make room for both vehicles. He unloaded the items he'd purchased for the shower and said he'd work on that at the weekend.

* * *

Jane drove to the school early afternoon for the address to the school. She'd decided she'd tell the students it was not for her to say they had to learn to love any particular novelists, whether or not they were English, or British or from anywhere in the world. It was important, however, to be able to respect good writers for their contribution to literature. She would then go on to explain how her mother had been raised to adore Jane Austen and as a result partly named her daughter after her favorite author and her mother had raised Jane to love the writing of Jane Austen because she portrayed life around her vividly as life was in her day and she also portrayed how women were breaking out of some of the straightjackets of tradition, etcetera, etcetera and she'd then explain she'd moved on from Jane Austen and now her favorite writers were writers of her times and she'd explain why and the value of appreciating literature as one of the arts in the fabric of life.

God she would have to be careful with her choice of words and work in expressions and humorous modifiers so that she didn't talk over the heads of some of the students.

Leo came out to meet her and handed her an envelope printed with the name and logo of her publisher.

She tore open the envelope and glanced at Leo who was watching nervously.

"I'm confident," she said.

He sniffed and scratched his forehead and said he wished he could say the same.

She pulled out a letter and another piece of paper.

"Oh look at this," she said. "An advance payment for £9,000 for my new novel, set in in West Dorset."

Leo moved in close and took her hand and as they walked to the school assembly hall he squeezed her hand and said, "I'd not be good living without you Jane Austin-Frewin."

THE END



Legs Wide Open



"Could you boys keep it down?" he asked, "A man needs his concentration." He threw his head back as he grunted lowly, nearly growling with a shiver, "Fuck, I'm about to cum."

"Not there you're not, Chester." Xavier said as he grabbed the old man's shoulders.

It was hard for him to stop, but Chester pulled out. The girl's pussy seemed to snap in anger at him. He returned her to the ground with a chuckle. What could he say? He was a bit of a bastard. He liked to keep a girl waiting, begging for more.

And inwardly, she was. He left her hanging on the edge. Keeping quiet was hurting her. She wanted to yell and scream. They'd done things to her that would break most women into hysterics. Now her body quivered and quivered. Each breath gave her body a shot of pulses, begging for that release. 

"Come, fellows, let us finish this." Xavier gestured to the three hard men who had participated, though they weren't the only ones in the room, "I need you to cum, right here." He gestured to the center of his art's breasts.

Chester did so without hesitation. He took his place to Morgana's left and began pounding his meat with his fist. Jim and Vince looked at each other for a moment. In a way, it seemed Jim was asking Vince's permission. Vince smirked, raising a brow, then moved over to Morgana's right and started pumping his exposed cock. Swallowing hard, Jim joined in at the girl's head.

"And, Lane, if you will, beauty." Xavier gestured to the spicy redhead.

Lane smiled, then climbed back between Morgana's legs. Her hot, agile tongue tickled the pink flesh there. Despite herself, the silver vixen on the slab's eyes rolled back again, and her lips parted in a slight "o." Silent pants forced themselves out of lungs. She wasn't sure if she could keep herself quiet this time.

She couldn't even look up to focus on something else. No, not with cocks flopping above her. The three men's fists moved at a blur. Pink heads shimmered from their own juices. Between that and Lane's persistent mouth that now sucked on her clit.

Damnit, if she only made it through this. The screams were building in her throat. She bit the inside of her mouth until she tasted blood again. The money was sooooooo close. Practically in the palm of her hand. All she had to do was not scream when that building orgasm. So close. Painfully so. 

Jim went first, surprisingly. A thick stream of cum shot from him, straight to the center of her chest. It was nice and hot against her skin. Just as the first spurt fell, Lane shoved three fingers inside of her, stretching her. Those soft fingers teased the outer edges of her while that tongue continued to stroke up, down, back and forth.

Chester followed Jim, grunting loudly as that white spunk poured his cock. It added heat to Jim's already cooling cream. He laughed shakily as he played with his softening member.

"Ah, that was great!" he moaned, then slapped his hand on Jim's shoulder

Vince came last, completing the set of goo dripping down Morgana's spread tits in a nice thick coat. He smiled as his legs went weak.

And Morgana went last, bearing down hard on her tongue as the hot waves rushed through her loins, spreading up and down from her throbbing womanhood. She made no sounds. She made no movements other than fluttering eyes and involuntary spasms along her skin. Somehow, she'd accomplished her goals.

Lane lifted her head with a surprised look and Morgana's juices on her lips and chin, "I can't believe it. I did all my best moves! She didn't even make a sound."

Xavier laughed and shrugged. He, too, was surprised as well as impressed. Ah well, he owed her $5,000 now. It was worth every penny.

"Well, I chose well." He turned to his public, raising his hands, presenting this scene to them officially. A roar of applause sounded through the gallery. 

Chester and Lane took their bows. Taking their cue, Vince and Jim did the same.

"Art at its finest." Vince whispered to Jim, who still seemed shaken from the experience.

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The show had been a success. Xavier von Bono was still a master at interactive arts. People gave him high praise for all his art, but especially for 'Legs Wide Open.'

Morgana stood before him, wearing a long terry cloth robe he provided. The paint had been a horror to get off. That and the spunk all over her skin. It had been so sticky. Her fingers twirled in her mousy brown hair as she watched Xavier count her money.

"You did a wonderful job, crumpet." He eyed her, "Perhaps we can work together again."

She made a gesture that said neither yes nor no. That had been a hell of an experience, but she wasn't sure she could go through it again. Her stuff still throbbed and felt a little sore thanks to it. The inside of her mouth pained in protest of every word she spoke.

"We'll see, Xavier." She held out her hand for the money.

With a sad sigh, the art "master" handed over the cash. Morgana sighed with relief. Wow! That money would definitely come in handy.

"Thanks."

He made a flamboyant, but dismissive gesture.

"Go on. Get out of here. Have fun with it, but not too much fun."

She smiled, but it was a tight polite tweaking of the lips. With a final goodbye gesture, Morgana made her way out of there.