Initiation

A/N: This two-part story is about Jarrod Barkley’s first sexual experiences, set in about 1857. It was partly inspired by the writings of Ida Craddock, a staunch proponent of women’s sexuality in Victorian times. The erotic novel, “The Memoirs of Fanny Hill” by John Cleland, was first published in 1748.


Jarrod groaned in pleasure and worked his hand on his shaft harder and faster. Oh, god, he was going to burn in Hell for this, he was going to drive himself blind or insane, but right now, he didn’t care, it just felt so damn good. His body tensed, he felt his balls tighten and that incredible feeling started in his groin and worked its way up his hot, pulsing shaft. Jarrod gritted his teeth to stifle a moan as his manhood erupted and sent a hot stream of fluid over his hand and belly. His hand slowed its movements but he didn’t release his member until it became completely soft and limp.

Jarrod rolled out of bed and went to the washbasin to pour some water over a cloth and wipe the evidence from his body. After he pulled on his sleeping pants, Jarrod carefully unlocked his door before crawling back into bed. It wouldn’t do for anyone to get suspicious, but he wasn’t about to be caught again. He shuddered as he recalled the look of horror on his mother’s face that had been no doubt reflected on his own the one time she’d walked in on him. She’d quickly denounced his actions, telling him in no uncertain terms what would happen if he kept abusing himself in that fashion and said she wouldn’t tell his father if he promised to never do it again. Jarrod had promised and felt guilty for breaking that promise every time he touched himself, but the urge was just too strong to ignore. Especially when he started reading that book Matt Parker had given him. He never wanted to face his mother’s wrath if she found “The Memoirs of Fanny Hill” in his possession and was always careful to stow it away under a loose floorboard beneath his bed.

The graphic exploits of the young English girl fuelled the sixteen-year-old’s imagination. He had no idea where his friend had procured the book, but its frank and enthusiastic description of Fanny’s sexual encounters made Jarrod yearn for the real thing. But he’d never suggest such a thing to any well-bred girl of his acquaintance and he knew word would get back to his parents if he even went into the saloon, let alone if he tried to solicit the favours of one of the girls who worked there.

Just thinking about it gave him another hard-on and Jarrod rolled over and tried to ignore his aching erection and go to sleep. But the hardness pushing against his belly made that impossible and Jarrod reached his hand into his pants as he got up and locked the door again before giving in to his base and impure desires one more time.

*

Felicity sighed. Stockton was just so boring. No theatre, no glittering parties, nothing to hold her interest. At least she was meeting with Tom Barkley that morning to finalize the sale of her late husband’s shipping interests to the Barkley line and then she could leave. She’d go back east to the social whirl of New York or Boston, perhaps even overseas to the palaces of Queen Victoria or the Hapsburgs.

Gathering her things, she left the hotel to head to the meeting and was promptly jostled as soon as she exited the building. Holding back an unladylike curse, Felicity started to bend down to pick up the fallen papers, only to have a hand accidentally grab hers.

“Ma’am, I’m so sorry,” a voice said as the hand withdrew quickly. The voice was deep, but cracked with youthful nervousness. She looked up into a pair of breathtaking blue eyes. “I wasn’t watching where I was going,” the young man continued hastily and blushed under her appreciative gaze. He gathered the papers together and handed them to her as they both straightened up. “I’m very sorry, ma’am,” he apologized again.

“No need to apologize,” Felicity assured him and kept her hand on his as she took the documents. “I wasn’t paying enough attention, either.” Her eyes took in the handsome face and roved over his lean, muscular frame. Now there was something that could hold her interest. The young man must have felt some of her intent and blushed even deeper.

“I… I should go, ma’am,” he stuttered quickly, “or I’ll be late. Again, I apologize.” He tipped his hat and walked quickly down the street. Felicity watched and admired the view from behind as he walked away from her. Maybe she shouldn’t be in such a hurry to leave Stockton after all.

*

“Hey, Vic, miss me?” Tom Barkley grabbed his wife in a sweeping embrace and kissed her soundly.

“Tom!” Victoria protested playfully. “The boys just got home from school and Eugene and Audra will be waking from their naps anytime.”

As if on cue, footsteps were heard clattering down the stairs. Tom looked over at his sons, his two pride and joys. Nick’s every step jingled with the spurs he’d just received for his twelfth birthday and Tom held back a chuckle at the exasperation in his wife’s eyes. No matter how much they chastised him, Nick loved those spurs and wore them everywhere. The only way to get him to stop would be to take them away and neither had the heart to do that.

“We’re off to do our chores, Father.” Tom looked into the eyes of his eldest son. Just on the verge of manhood, Tom could already see the makings on a fine man. He didn’t always understand Jarrod, who was as happy with his nose in a book as he was in the saddle, and he was somewhat saddened at the feeling that Jarrod wouldn’t follow in his father’s footsteps and run the ranch by his side. Jarrod had been granted a clerkship with a prominent judge in San Francisco; his sights were set on a career in law and regrets aside, his father supported him wholeheartedly.

“Be quick, boys, we’re having company for supper.”

“Yes, Father,” they chorused before heading outside.

“Company?”

Tom turned to see Victoria’s curious gaze. “Sorry, honey, didn’t have a chance to tell you. I finalized the deal with Mrs. Turner this morning and asked her to dinner. I hope you don’t mind.”

Victoria smiled and Tom thought again what a lucky man he was. “Not at all. I’ll tell Silas to set another place.”

*

Jarrod bowed his head as his father said grace, every fibre of his body aware of the beautiful woman seated beside him. He’d smiled graciously when his father introduced him to their guest and was grateful Felicity Turner hadn’t mentioned his ill manners at running into her that morning, but he was acutely conscious of the heated glances she was surreptitiously throwing his way.

Jarrod felt a thrill go through him and his hard-on pressed uncomfortably against his pants every time Mrs. Turner’s hand brushed against his as the dishes were passed around the table. He tried to pay attention to the conversation going around, but her scent was too distracting and instead he just concentrated on getting his fork to his mouth. To make matters worse, their dinner guest dropped her napkin and as she bent to retrieve it, her hand reached across this thigh and gave his aching manhood a firm squeeze. Jarrod’s eyes widened and he tried to cover his shock by coughing into his own napkin.

“Are you all right, Jarrod?” his mother asked with a note of concern and Jarrod quickly nodded.

“I’m fine, Mother,” he reassured her and flushed when his voice cracked. But Mrs. Turner just gave him an understanding smile and he tried to ignore the burning in his loins. Nothing like that had ever happened to him before and he wasn’t sure how to pursue it. She was quite a bit older than he was, but there was no doubt in Jarrod’s mind that he wanted to pursue Felicity Turner.

His opportunity came at the end of the evening. Mrs. Turner was making her farewells when an idea popped into his head.

“Father, it’s quite dark and Mrs. Turner doesn’t know the area very well,” Jarrod said. “Maybe someone should drive her back to town. I know you have those payrolls to go through and I don’t have any homework tonight.” He waited, trying not so seem too eager.

Mrs. Turner beamed at him. “I would be honoured,” she told the hopeful young man before turning back to Tom and Victoria. “You have such a considerate and thoughtful son, Mr. and Mrs. Barkley.”

Tom looked at Victoria, who nodded slightly. “That’s a good idea, Jarrod. Just make sure to come home right away.”

“Yes, Father,” Jarrod agreed. “I’ll just grab my hat.” He took a deep breath and hoped his body wouldn’t betray his excitement.

*

Jarrod held the reins of the buggy tightly as he guided the carriage horse back to town with his own mount tied behind. Felicity glanced at him, noted the tension in his arms and smiled. She was glad he came up with the idea of driving her home. Even though she was sure Jarrod was inexperienced in the pleasures of the flesh, he was a fine-looking young man and the brief feel of his groin made her confident he was already man enough where it counted.

“You know, Jarrod, I was finding Stockton quite dull until I ran into you.” Felicity rested her hand on his thigh. “It’s amazing how a handsome young man can make things that much more exciting.” Her hand slid over and rested on his crotch, pleased to feel the hardness already there.

“Mrs. Turner…”

“Felicity, please,” she invited as she squeezed and rubbed the impressive bulge.

“Felicity, I---” Jarrod gasped as she undid the buttons of his pants to expose his overheated flesh to the cool night air.

Felicity leaned over and kissed the side of his neck. “Maybe you could find a place to pull over where we won’t be disturbed,” she suggested as her fingers explored the already weeping head. Jarrod gulped and turned down a darkened side lane.

“No... no one lives here anymore,” he stammered.

“Good.” As inexperienced as he was, Felicity knew Jarrod wouldn’t last very long the first time, but knew his youth would provide the stamina she wanted once his initial desire was taken care of. She knelt down on the floor of the buggy and leaned over, admiring the length and thickness of his male organ as she kissed the tip of his hot shaft and licked off the juices collected there.

“You are definitely a man, Jarrod,” she murmured before taking his enormous member into her mouth. She couldn’t wait to have him completely and sucked him hard.

“Oh, god,” Jarrod groaned and he jerked upward to expel his seed in an abrupt climax. His body shuddered and he thrust convulsively as she swallowed the last drops of his essence.

Felicity released him and sat back on the seat. She cupped his cheek with her hand and drew him in for a long kiss. Jarrod’s lips were soft and delectable and Felicity’s tongue gently probed his, encouraging his tongue to invade her mouth. He pushed her back against the seat and she broke off the embrace.

“If you have a blanket, we’d be much more comfortable on the ground,” Felicity suggested.

Jarrod was breathing hard, but collected himself enough to nod. “Uh, yeah, right here behind the seat.” He climbed out of the buggy and grabbed the blanket, spreading it out on a clear patch of ground before going over to offer Felicity his help in getting down. She placed her hands on his shoulders as he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her out. He got a good look at her décolletage as he carefully set her on the ground and hesitantly lifted his hand to caress the creamy swell of skin.

“That’s it, Jarrod,” Felicity encouraged as he grabbed her breast gently. Emboldened, Jarrod started undoing the buttons at the front of her dress and slipped his hand inside to play with the hard peaks of her nipples.

Jarrod couldn’t believe what was happening. His wildest fantasies were coming true, a beautiful and obviously experienced woman throwing herself at him and willingly letting him explore her. And what she’d done in the buggy, that was something he’d never even fantasized about. His cock stiffened again as he fondled her ample breast and he pulled her to him to plunder her mouth with his tongue. Jarrod pushed Felicity over to the blanket and lowered her to the ground before moving his mouth from her lips to her neck. His cock throbbed impatiently as he pulled up her skirts and his hand travelled up her thigh to the split seam of her undergarments. He moved on top of her and pinned her with his weight before he grasped his member to guide it to her wet pussy. Taking a deep breath, he gazed into her eyes, his own dark with lust and desire.

“Push it in, Jarrod,” Felicity instructed breathlessly. “You’re so big, it might take a bit, but I can’t wait to have you fill me.”

Jarrod closed his eyes and did as she instructed, forcing his cock inside her until he couldn’t go any further. His penis was encased in her hot tightness and Jarrod had to fight to keep control. He just wanted to slam into her and feel the ecstasy of release, but he found himself wanting something more as well.

“I want… to please you, Felicity,” he gasped. “Tell me… tell me what to do.”

Felicity smiled. “Just move, Jarrod.” She arched her hips and wrapped her legs around his as he started thrusting. “Oh, yes, Jarrod,” she encouraged, “that’s it. Harder and faster.” Her breathing grew heavier and threw her head back in ecstasy. “Oh, god, I’ve never had anyone as big as you. Don’t hold back, Jarrod, give me everything you’ve got.” Her words drove Jarrod on, heightening his desire and he thrust furiously, straining to hold on until he felt her muscles clench around him. “Oh, Jarrod, yes!” she screamed and Jarrod found himself pounding into her even faster. His cock felt like it was going to burst as his seed exploded out over and over and his world detonated in a rush of pleasure that threatened to destroy him.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he muttered as his hips continued to move almost involuntarily, unable to stop. Felicity just kept her arms and legs wrapped around him. He finally relaxed and she eased off her embrace. Jarrod carefully brushed a strand of hair off her cheek as he looked at her in awe.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked quietly.

Felicity smiled and shook her head. “No, Jarrod, quite the opposite. I haven’t felt this good in a long time.”

Jarrod moved off of her and quickly refastened his pants as Felicity sat up and readjusted her own clothing. She reached over and slid her hand around the back of his neck to pull him close for a long kiss.

“I’d like to see you again,” she murmured huskily. “But next time on silk sheets, or a plush rug in front of a roaring fire.”

Jarrod gulped and told his cock sternly not to get any more ideas. “I’m not sure how we could arrange…” he started and Felicity cut him off with a kiss.

“I have a house in San Francisco. I understand you’re going to study there soon.”

The desire in her eyes beckoned and Jarrod nodded.

“I’ll send you my address,” Felicity continued. “Just look me up when you get there.”

“I will,” Jarrod promised fervently and he helped her to her feet and handed her into the buggy.

The ride to town was quiet and Jarrod offered to take the buggy to the livery after he dropped Felicity at the hotel.

“Thank you for the ride, Jarrod,” she said innocuously, but the look she gave him was anything but innocent.

“Mrs. Turner,” Jarrod replied, tipping his hat. He gave the horse and buggy into the care of the hosteller and mounted his own horse to head back to the ranch, his thoughts filled with the events of the night and the promise of more to come.