"Katrina, Brom, I'd like you to meet Ichabod Crane," Baltus said.
"At your service, my lady," said the tall, almost gaunt looking gentleman, as he took her hand in his and kissed it. The feeling of his lips on her was almost electric.
Katrina lowered her eyes, demurely, her gaze settling on the rather large bulge in the stranger's britches. 'I wonder just how large he really is?' she thought, feeling herself dampen.
"Mr. Crane is our new school teacher. I've just hired him," said Baltus. "The children of the village need some education. Perhaps you'd like to help, dear."
"Certainly, Papa." Katrina said before turning to Brom, adding, "Thank you for the lovely picnic, Brom"
"Always a pleasure, Katrina." He turned and left, not at all happy with the appearance of a new rival.
"Mr. Crane will be joining us for dinner, and will be staying the night in the servants' quarters until we find him a room somewhere in the village."
Katrina smiled, her mind working out just how she would be able to put Ichabod under her spell, just like she had done with Brom.
"Why don't I show him to his quarters Papa, then I will get right on dinner preparation."
"Splendid idea, my dear. I'll be in my study." Baltus' eyes sparkled as he exited the room.
Katrina smiled again, fully understanding the coded message her father had just sent. Since her mother had died, Katrina had taken over the household duties. When her father mentioned going to his study, it meant that he was not to be disturbed. More often than not, he was 'entertaining' one of the household servants. Baltus, it seemed, was a randy old goat with an eye for the younger servant girls.
"Mr. Crane, follow me, please."
"Call me Ichabod, ma'am."
"Certainly, Ichabod, and you may call me Katrina. Tell me about yourself Mr. er..., Ichabod"
"Born in the Connecticut colony. Educated at the Yale College. I wander about, honing my skills as a teacher. And you, Katrina?" His gaze darted from her ample bosom to her face.
She felt it, blushing slightly, and dampening even more. She averted her eyes again and found herself staring at the bulge in his pants. Did it seem bigger than when she had first noticed it? "Not much to tell, really. The only daughter of Baltus and the heir apparent to this grand estate. It was given to Papa for his service in the War for Independence. The previous owner, a Tory by the name of Phillipse, was hanged for treason. His ghost is said to haunt the woods."
"You can't believe that rubbish!" Ichabod smiled.
"Oh, but I do, Sir." Katrina returned the smile.
"Fear not, pretty lady. I shall protect you from the ghouls and ghosts." He took her hand in his. The feeling of electricity returned to Katrina, traveling from her hand directly to that special place. Katrina could smell her own excitement and wondered if Ichabod could as well.
As it turns out, he could. He placed her hand on the bulge in his pants. "I can sense you are excited as I am."
She squeezed, delighted at its firmness and apparent size. He lowered his face to hers. Their lips brushed for a moment, then he crushed his lips to hers. She managed to latch onto his upper lip, chewing hungrily on it. His hands rose to her chest, kneading her breasts through her blouse. She rubbed along his bulge while his tongue insinuated itself into her mouth. She began to unbuckle his pants. "What about your father?" he said as he unbuttoned her bodice.
"He's busy with the scullery maid," she panted back as his pants pooled to the floor. His lips left hers, only to slide down her neck, her throat, and land on her right nipple. Like a hungry baby, he suckled on one side and caressed the other. Katrina's hands, both of them were fully engaged with Ichabod's lengthy cock, stroking, squeezing, and teasing it to its fully aroused state. "My God! It's huge!" she said as she caught a glimpse of it. "It will never fit!" It wasn't as thick as a horse, but it seemed to be as long.
Between nipple kisses, ,Ichabod answered back. "I assure you, Katrina, it most certainly will."
Totally mesmerized by its length, Katrina, kissed the tip, sliding her lips around it. Her tongue swirled around the dusky pink helmet picking up a droplet of pre-cum. Ichabod watched in awe as his cock slowly disappeared inside Katrina's velvet mouth. He let out a groan as he felt the back of her throat with his engorged cock head. "I have died and gone to heaven, young lady."