Sarah hated her life in the small village of Hedgesville.
She was the only child of the town's butcher, Fred Elliot, and since leaving school had worked in his shop serving the local townsfolk her father's prime cuts.
Sarah was in love with Jacob Smothers, a local nar-do-well who had finished school when Sarah did but was planning on traveling to the big city to seek his fortune.
Sarah was nineteen and her father was anxious to get her married to Joseph Gillante. Gillante was a wealthy widower who owned the town's newspaper. He represented old money, the problem was he was old too, seventy-nine to be exact.
Gillante coveted the nubile young butcher's daughter and would quickly marry her to have his lecherous way with her curvy young body.
The thought of having Gillante's decrepit old body climbing on top of hers disgusted Sarah but she knew she would have to obey her father's wishes or face being shunned by her family and friends.
She had snuck away to meet Jacob her true love to tell him of her dilemma.
They met on the banks of the Speed River just outside of town. It was after supper and in an hour the sun would be setting ending another day of torment.
Sarah explained her predicament to Jacob confessing he was her true love but how her father would never permit her to marry him.
Jacob told Sarah how he was going to the city to make his fortune. He said when he was successful he would return for her and take her away with him.
They kissed, their tongues intertwined in passion. Jacob's hand slipped her cotton dress off her left shoulder allowing the bodice to drop. Sarah wore no bra and her ample pale white breast with its aroused pink nipple was uncovered. Jacobs's hand grasped her bared tit.
Sarah swooned as Jacob's hand gently squeezed her soft mound. He pushed her gently back onto the grassy riverbank.
Sarah closed her eyes and felt Jacob's hand on her bare leg. Slowly the hand slipped up her leg to her panties. His fingers shoved the cotton covering aside and explored her bush for the entrance to her most intimate place.
Sarah gasped as he found his way into her. Two of Jacob's finger slid into Sarah's wetness.
Sarah gave Jacob her virginity that evening. The virile young man flooded her womb with his sperm as the river water rushed by.
It was the town event of June. The comely young butcher daughter was to be wed to Hedgesville most prominent citizen, the distinguished Joseph Gillante.
Fred had spared no expense giving his daughter to her elderly husband-to-be. He had the St. Ann's Women's Auxiliary lay on a feast for the selected three hundred of Hedgesville's more affluent inhabitants.
Smoked duck's breast and salmon fillet accompanied by the finest Chardonnay lead up to the piece-de-resistance. Elliot's finest two-inch thick Porterhouse steak.
Sarah looked elegant in her snow-white bridal gown, passed down from her mother. A proud Fred escorted his daughter down the aisle to give her to the lecherous Gillante who was savoring the thought of ravishing her tempting young body that evening.
The day had been tiring and finally they were alone in Gillante's spacious house about to consummate their marriage.
Sarah sat before the mirror at the dressing table brushing her long flaxen hair. She had bathed in the rose scented water in Gillante's huge tub and changed into her cotton honeymoon nighty.
The nighty barely covered he bare buttocks and she was completely nude under the skimpy frock ready to offer her husband what was his.
A sprits of perfume between her generous breasts and she slipped into Gillante's huge four-poster bed and waited for her new husband to come to claim her.
Sarah trembled as she waited her master to join her in the matrimonial bed. Would he be able to tell she was not a virgin?
Not likely, Jacob and her had only made love that one time and Gillante would be so overwhelmed fucking such a young girl he would not likely notice she ha already been penetrated.
She knew she must please her new husband for her father's sake even though her heart belonged to her first true love.
The door swung slowly open and a drunken Joseph Gillante stumbled into the boudoir.
"Ready for a good fucking lassie?" Gillante growled as he started removing his clothes. "Let's see if we can't put a baby in your belly."
Gillante was only wearing his trousers and undershirt, which he hastily removed. Pulling down his shorts Sarah got her first look at the cock that was going to go inside of her.
