Most of you, I'm sure are familiar with Washington Irving's classic tale of the Headless Horseman, but are you aware of Mr. Irving's dark side. Like many authors, the public personna is way different from the private. Recently, I had the privilege of viewing his personal papers and I came across the unpublished version of his best known work.
It centered around the sixteen year old, Katrina Van Tassel, the only daughter of Baltus Van Tassel, a wealthy landowner and widower. Katrina was of average height and looks, a little heavy but shapely, with shoulder length brown hair. She was the subject of many mens wishes, seeing as whoever married her would inherit Daddies estate. Nearly all the eligeable males in the colonial village of Tarrytown had, at one time or another, presented their case to old Baltus, but nearly all had fallen short. The only one that had a shot was Abraham Van Brunt, the local blacksmith. Brom, as he was known, was a burly, strong man, totally smitten by the fair Katrina, even though he came across as a little dull witted. But, he was persistent in his courtship, willing to bide his time, eventually wearing old Baltus down. Or, at least, that was his plan.
His intimidating size did well to scare off any competition in the village, and when he came calling on Sundays, after church, Katrina would pack a picnic basket, and they would ride out into the countryside and spend the day together. Here's where the published version differed from the private. Katrina was a very strong willed, dominant young woman, who knew what she wanted, and how to get it. Brom was the perfect foil for the wiley Katrina, willing to do anything she wanted, and she knew it. During their weekly trips to the outskirts of the Van Tassel holdings, they would spread out a blanket and Katrina fed Brom his lunch interspersed with a few kisses. Brom, of course, would get excited and take some liberties, starting with hefting Katrina's ample busom. His large, strong hands would caress Katrina through her clothes, eventually getting her to expose her chest. Brom kissed her breasts, going back and forth, making her nipples stand out, making her moan. His next move was to go under her skirt, his hand starting at her knee and moving slowly upward, past the tops of her stockings. Katrina held his head in place, tight against her breasts as he suckled, letting him take what liberties that he could. His hand worked its way up her thighs until it cupped against her undergarments. Still moaning encouragements, Katrina let him pull them aside, spreading her legs to allow him better access. Brom's rough fingers eventually found there way to the young girl's, by now excited and moist cleft. Katrina encouraged him to delve deeper, whispering wantonly in his ear as he continued to gently chew on her nipples. In addition, she reached over and caressed the sizeable bulge in his breeches, feeding his frenzy.
Brom's hopes, as well as his cock, would rise, especially when he could feel Katrina's cunt clamp down on his invading finger. He renewed his efforts, being rewarded again as she orgasmed all over his hand. Katrina reached under her skirt, pulling his finger from within and guided his hand, first to her mouth, then to his. "I love how I taste, don't you?" she whispered.
"Yes, Katrina. May I have more?" he asked.
"Do you really want it?" she asked coquettishly.
"Yes please, Katrina. Please?"
She rolled on top of him, rubbing herself against the bulge in his pants. "I don't see why not?" He tried to roll her onto her back, unsuccessfully. She moved up, hovering over his face, rearranging her skirts, and pulling her panties aside, settled on his face. She could feel his tongue as it lapped across her clit, stabbed inside and traced the outline of her lust swollen lips. She rolled her hips, tickling his nose with her thick bush as she leaned back, grabbing his pants covered cock.
Brom sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue playing over the sensitive nub, making Katrina moan. Katrina untied Brom's pants, freeing his cock. She began to gently stroke it. Moaning a warning of his impending orgasm into her meaty cunt, Brom was surprised when she stopped, his protests muffled by the tangy flesh of her swollen cunny. Lifting his face, he pleaded for release. "Make me cum and I will repay you in kind." she said, gently tickling his teasticles. Fingers and tongue in full attack mode, Brom quickly worked Kartina to the brink. She rewarded him with a healthy dose of her honey, smearing it over his lips and chin. She, in turn latched onto the helmet of his member and sucked three healthy squirts of warm, sticky cum from him.
She dismounted, kissing Brom deeply, tasting herself on his lips. She kissed him again, this time drooling his load back into his mouth. He made a face, not caring for the salty bitterness. She looked crossly at him, saying, "If you want any more of me, you'll get used to it. "
Somewhat crestfallen, Brom acquiesced, knowing he would not become a premier landholder in the Hudson Valley, unless he did as she said. As long as the public never discovered who was the real alpha in this relationship, he could live with it, if it meant he was lord of the manor.
Satisfied that she was, indeed, in control, Katrina leaned over, capturing Brom's flaccid cock in her mouth again, and began to lick him to hardness. Between Katrina's tongue and lips, he responded in record time, his hips rising and falling, feeding her his meat.
He reached up under her skirt again, insinuating his finger back into her cunt , fully inserting it, curling his finger, pulling it out, licking her sweetness off it and reinserting it. The squelching noises emanating from the juncture of her thighs, the sloppy, sucking noises of her mouth on Brom's member, and the moans being wrung from both parties filled the air. Being as sensitive as she was, Katrina came first, with Brom following only moments later, grunting as his cock spewed its warm salty sauce across Katrina's tonsils. They kissed, swapping juices, before tidying up and returning to the house as if nothing untoward had happened.
On one particular Sunday, the couple returned to find old Baltus sitting in his easy chair, smoking a clay pipe and conversing with a tall stranger. Baltus stood to greet them. "Brom, Katrina, I'd like you to meet Ichabod Crane."
( To be continued)
