The young gentleman on horseback paused at the fork in the road. Both routes would ultimately take him to his family's manor house but the more travelled and longer route to the right ran via the village of Ropsley, where his father had recently had a new stone bridge built over the wide river that ran through the family estate. Robert Winters, the 17 year old son of Lord Harold Winters, was in no particular hurry as he rode homeward from his school in Windsor, so he pulled his horse's head to the left, opting for the shorter but more picturesque lane that ran via an old cable ferry crossing operated by one of his father's many peasants.
Robert arrived at the crossing to find both the ferryboat and ferryman's cottage in a much dilapidated state of repair, quite different to the last time he had travelled this way a few years before.
"Ferryman!" Robert yelled. There was no reply. "Ferryman! Where are you man... come forth?"
A young girl hurried from the cottage. She had unkempt red hair, a lightly freckled face and wearing a filthy, threadbare cotton dress. She recognised the smart young gentleman on the fine horse to be the Lord's son. "Sire! I am sorry, I was not expecting anyone. Few folk come this way anymore." She apologised. "Do you wish to cross the river?"
Robert recognised the girl as the Ferryman's young daughter. He remembered her as a small child shyly clutching her mother's skirts on the riverbank as her father operated the ferry. "Where is your father, girl?" He demanded.
"He is abed with a terrible malady Sire." The girl replied nervously.
"And your mother?"
"She left this world two summers hence Sire." The girl said.
"My condolences child." Robert said. "I suppose I shall have to take the long road then." He pulled the horses head round.
"No Sire!" The girl gasped. "I mean, begging your pardon Sire, but I can take you across the river.
"You!" Robert laughed. "But you don't look to have the strength for it child. How old are you?"
"I be nearly twelve summers I think Sire. I have helped my father work the ferry since my mother's passing and worked it myself since he is bedridden." She replied proudly.
"Well I be damned!" He smiled. "What is your name child?"
"I am called Vera, Sire."
"Very well Vera, show me how good a ferryman you are." Robert chuckled. He dismounted and led the horse down to the riverbank. The ferry looked very rotten and unseaworthy, even the horse was not keen to board it! Robert coaxed the beast aboard and the small pontoon like craft rocked alarmingly! Vera cast off the mooring line and hauled on the cable. Progress was hard and slow at first but the girl kept hauling steadily, angling the bow into the current and soon had the small craft gliding smoothly across the river.
Robert stood to one side watching the girl at work. He could have easily hauled the vessel over himself but such manual labour was beneath beneath his station! He was surprised and impressed at the girls strength though.
As the ferry neared the far bank, part of the wooden railing Vera was leaning on gave way with rot and she tumbled into the river! Fortunately the current wasn't too strong close to the river bank and she managed to swim back to side of the vessel. Robert, laughing loudly, helped her climb back aboard. The girl's dress was so thin it had practically become see through and was clinging to her skin.
It was obvious to Robert that Vera wasn't wearing a shift or petticoats. His eyes were drawn to her small developing breasts and hairless vulva, both clearly defined through the thin wet fabric. His cock responded, unsurprisingly so since he had spent much of the past few years at a boys school, having very little contact with the fairer sex!
"Remove your dress Vera, before you catch your death." Robert said.
"Sire!" Vera gasped! "I cannot do such a thing!
"Nonsense, it's for your own good." Robert insisted with a smirk. "Come along now... I command it! You may put on my cloak for modesty whilst your dress dries in the sun."
Vera was torn between embarrassment and obedience to her master's son. Obedience won and she struggled out of her wet clinging dress, affording Robert a fleeting view of her thin malnourished frame and boyish bottom before she wrapped his cloak securely about her cold, wet skin.
She wrung out her dress and laid it out on the grass riverbank to dry. Robert asked Vera why the ferry has fallen on hard times. She explained the new bridge Robert's father had built a mile further along the river at Ropsley took most of their custom as it was both faster and the toll less than the ferry. She explained how as a result they were well behind in rent payments and the bailiff had already demanded they pay the money owed or face eviction from the little cottage.
As they talked, Robert noticed Vera was shivering. He moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her. She felt uncomfortable being cared for in this way by a handsome gentleman so far above her lowly station but the warmth was very welcome.
Robert, emboldened by the intimacy of her closeness, slid his hand under the cloak on the pretext of rubbing the bare skin on her arms to generate some warmth. He allowed his hand to brush her small breasts a few times before plucking up the courage to cup one in his hand. He found it a soft, pliable yet firm plumb sized delight in his palm. Her soft rubbery nipple became firmer under his touch.
Vera stiffened but did not push him away for fear of offending him, and besides, she found his intimate caresses strangely appealing.
Emboldened further, Robert pulled the cloak open to gaze upon and caress both her breasts. They looked as delightful as they felt.
The young girl was mortified by his actions. She halfheartedly tried to pull the cloak closed over his hands to cover her nakedness but made no move to stop him from caressing her young breasts.
"Sire! Please!" Vera gasped, "I am naked sir!"
"No matter... there is none here but me to see you." Robert replied.
Vera was no stranger to the sexual act having, as a young child, witnessed her father and mother during intimate moments in their one room cottage when they thought she was asleep. Nor was she a stranger to the warm feeling such acts caused between her legs and had recently began exploring those feelings with her own fingers. Indeed, Robert's caressing had sparked feelings of such intensity she wished she could touch herself now!
Robert, as though he could sense her need, slipped one hand lower beneath the cloak to paw roughly at her young sex. She was the first girl he had ever touched in this way. He found her to be warm and wet between her thighs. He was excited beyond all self control. The girl closed her legs, trapping his probing fingers. She squirmed in his grip, pushing and writhing against his fingers.
"No Sire! No! Please don't!" Vera gasped even as she pushed her young sex onto his hand. She was acutely embarrassed but the amazing feeling his fingers were creating in her pussy were far more intense than she had ever managed by herself!
Robert, ignoring her pleas, laid her down and pulled the cloak open to gaze at her nakedness. She was so much more exciting than the smutty drawings that were passed among his fellow pupils at school. Her breasts were delightfully small plumb sized cones standing up proudly on her thin chest. Nothing like the heavy balloons depicted in the drawings. Her hips were boney and the smooth place between her thin thighs displayed a mouth like slit between the lips of which protruded a small fleshy bump. A far cry from the full bodied cartoon women with gaping hair topped gashes he'd often wanked off to with his school mates.
Half remembered drawings of men, and indeed women, sucking a woman's breast filled him with an unexplainable urge to suckle the child's developing titties. He didn't know why, having never done the like before but the thought of it appealed to him. He lowered his head a placed his mouth over one of her nipples.
Vera gasped and tried to wriggle away from Robert, suddenly fearful of what he was doing but he was too overpowering. Robert used his tongue to lick her hardening nipple though he knew not why, just that it felt the right thing to do.
The intense feelings Vera was experiencing both frightened and excited her. Her struggle to push him away soon changed to her pulling him firmly to her heaving chest.
Robert's cock was about to explode! He struggled to pull his riding breeches down far enough to release himself from their restricting embrace, allowing his throbbing penis grew to it's full length. His swollen glans came to rest on Vera's soft thigh, almost causing him to spill his seed over her, such was the intensity of feeling brought on by this first touch of his penis on female flesh.
Robert desperately needed to fuck the young child and thanks to the smutty cartoons, he had some idea of what went where. He rolled over on top of Vera who instinctively spread her legs and raised her knees to accommodate him. He began humping himself onto her only to feel his cock slide along Vera's wet pussy lips. He changed position, raising himself slightly so that his glans could push in between the child's pussy lips.
He felt the hot, tight opening to her virgin cunt envelop his throbbing cock head. He pushed hard and met with resistance! He pushed again, desperate to enter her before it was too late. Suddenly the resistance yielded and Vera cried out in pain. Robert's cock forced it's way into her tight sheath as he began rapidly humping into her, now desperate for release.
The initial sting of pain Vera felt as Robert thrust himself deep into her young body soon passed to be replaced with the most intense pleasure she'd ever known. She could feel the strange sensation of his penis sliding in and out of her vagina. It was a frightening, yet strangely natural and welcome feeling. Suddenly her body was racked with convulsions of pleasure, the like of which she had never before experienced! It was intense! It was so wonderful she didn't want it to stop!
Robert could feel the child's tight cunt spasming tightly around his cock. He knew not what it meant, nor if the high pitched cries the girl was making were uttered in pain or pleasure. He knew only that the climax he was experiencing was better than any administered from his own hand or indeed at the hands of his closest school friends. He grunted loudly as he thrust roughly into the small body beneath him, his seed flooding copiously into her pussy.
Afterwards, he lay atop Vera for some time, breathing heavily and basking in the sweet afterglow of sex. His cock gradually softened and slipped out of her tight vagina. Vera lay crushed beneath him feeling both grateful and saddened the onslaught was over. She felt his warm, slimy seed flood out of her to pool below her bottom.
Vera squirmed uncomfortably, feeling the full force of his weight above her. The movement roused Robert from his repose and he rolled off her, pulling his breeches up, suddenly embarrassed at what he'd done. Vera's dress had mostly dried in the sun and he handed it to her, watching impassionately as she dressed. He retrieved his cloak, noting with displeasure the damp patch of his cum. He folded the soiled garment and secured it to his horse's saddle.
"Thank you Vera." He muttered, giving her some coins. "For... err... the ferry ride."
"Thank you sire." Vera stammered. The coins amounted to more than twice the usual fare. She watched as the young gentleman mounted his horse and cantered off in the direction of the manor house.