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A Lot of What You Fancy	By : Blacksheep Category: -Misc TV Shows > Het - Male/Female Views: 102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Darling Buds of May and do not make any money from this story.

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This is based on the much-loved 1991-1993 TV series adaptation of the Darling Buds of May starring David Jason, Pam Ferris and Catherine Zeta-Jones, not the dreadful 2021 reboot starring Bradley Walsh. I loved the original series with its balance of humour and escapism. Primrose and the Reverend were portrayed by Abigail Rokison and Tyler Butterworth. This is just me writing an alternate ending.
The spring sunshine was smiling down on the Garden of England. Everything was blooming and in calf. The mating season was in full-swing and the air thick with raging hormones. And no-one's hormones were raging more than those of Primrose Larkin. Ma and Pop's second-eldest daughter gazed into the mirror as she put the finishing touches to her makeup. Today was the day. The spirited fifteen-year old was going to win the heart of her dream man.
The man in question was the parish vicar, Reverend John Candy. The young man had only taken over from the previous vicar Reverend Spink a few weeks ago, but had created quite a stir. Though mild-mannered, Revd Candy was good with his fists and more than able to stand up for himself. He had rid Pop Larkin's fairground of a couple of rowdy teddy boys. His past life working in a tough part of London had come in very handy. Primrose had developed an instant raging crush on the vicar, who was flustered beyond measure at her overt flirting.
Primrose smiled as she recited one of her favourite poems by Shelley.
“See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?”
She closed the book.
It was time to go to the church.
Pop Larkin was on the phone when his daughter came down the stairs. He almost dropped the receiver in shock at what she was wearing. Bare shoulders, bare calves, court shoes...and bright red lipstick.
“And where do you think you are going dressed like that, young lady?”
“I just threw on a few rags, that's all.” Primrose replied, with an air of defiance.
“You threw on a few rags?” Pop gasped. “It looks to me like half of them missed!”
“If you must know, I'm going to church.”
“Oh,” Pop said. “Well that's...you're going to church? Wait! Hey! Primrose!”
His words fell on deaf ears, and the front door slammed.
At the church, Reverend Candy was discussing wedding ceremony arrangements with Mrs Arkwright, the prim society matron who did not suffer fools gladly. The vicar's eyes widened as he noticed the raven-haired teenager strolling through the churchyard.
“Oh no,” he gulped. But dear Lord, she did look stunning.
“Hello Mr Candy.”
“Um...how may I help you?” He stammered, whilst Mrs Arkwright raised an eyebrow.
“I was wondering if you would listen to a poem?”
He looked helplessly at her then glanced nervously at the society matron who had a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp. “Afraid I'm a bit busy at the moment...”
Undeterred, Primrose began quoting Elizabeth Barrett Browning. “Love me sweet with all thou art, feeling, thinking, seeing... Love me in the lightest part, love me in full being.”
“We'll look at it later, Primrose. Uh, good day, Mrs Arkwright. Shall we say tomorrow at, uh, six o'clock?” The flustered vicar felt himself blushing but tried to remain composed.
“As you wish, Reverend,” Mrs Arkwright shot a disapproving look at Primrose as she departed.
“Why Mr Candy. You've gone quite red!”
“I'm not surprised, Primrose. Mrs Arkwright is chairman of the local watch committee.”
“Then we'll give her something to watch!” She headed into the church.
For a moment he just stood there, stunned. Then against all his better judgement, he followed her inside.
Primrose leaned against a pew and playfully ran a finger down the front of his white surplice.
“Don't do that...Oh... you're making things very difficult.” Reverend Candy mumbled.
“Don't you like me?” She looked at him with pleading eyes.
“Yes, yes of course I do...um. Oh but you must understand, Primrose I am twenty-four and you're fifteen!”
“I'll be sixteen next week.”
“I'm the parish vicar. I can't...”
“Love me sweet with all thou art, feeling, thinking, seeing... Love me in the lightest part, love me in full being.” Primrose replied, and without hesitation, planted a kiss on his lips.
He inhaled sharply, shocked by her action, but he couldn’t help but respond to it, wrapping both arms around her waist and deepening the kiss. While his hold around her was gentle, and his movements slow, she was holding him painfully tight, and soon her tongue ran along his lower lip, practically begging for entrance. After a brief moment of hesitation, Reverend Candy allowed it, fighting the moan threatening to escape his throat as their tongues engaged in a battle for dominance.
She won this time, and emboldened, she slowly backed, pulling him along by his green stole, until she had him pinning her against the side of the pew. As they broke apart for air, Primrose hooked her right leg around his hips, pressing them together in the most intimate of ways. The reaction was imminent: Reverend Candy felt himself harden, and let out a low groan, almost just a rumble deep in his throat.
“Oh...dear God!” He gasped.
“I love you, Reverend Candy. I want you.”
Feeling his hardness through the fabric of his vestments, she smiled. Though a virgin, Primrose wasn't ignorant in the ways of sexual activity and the workings of male anatomy. Many a time she'd spied on her older sister Mariette when she'd been courting her now-husband Charley. The barn and the bluebell woods had been favourite places of theirs. Mariette loved taking Charley's cock in her mouth, making him moan in ecstasy. Though Charley had quite a small cock, Mariette seemed perfectly satisfied with it. She'd seen men who were much more well-endowed. That time in France when she'd seen some boys on the beach. And more recently there was Pieter, the attractive young German man who'd lodged with Ma and Pop. She'd spied on Pieter in the barn having a bath and his cock had been enormous. No wonder Charley had been so jealous when Mariette had chatted to him.
From what she could make out, it seemed Reverend Candy was equally blessed!
“I think you want me too.”
He was lost; hopefully under the spell of this beautiful temptress. His body was betraying him and he was powerless to refuse any longer.
“I do Primrose...b-but we can't...do it here. Someone might come in at any moment...uh...”
“Then where?”
“We have to move away, just in case someone comes who might hear.” The words only just managed to get past his lips before his thoughts were interrupted when she massaged his erection. “In here...” he murmured, leading her into the small study opposite from the organ. The windowless room was tiny, with only a desk, chair and curtained doorway. It would have to do. It was certainly out of sight, but they’d still have to be somewhat quiet, just in case one of the nosey village women came into the church.
“Oh Mr Candy...” Primrose sighed as he kissed her neck.
“You can call me John if you'd like,” came his breathless reply.
“I prefer Mr Candy,” she giggled.
He grunted and nodded, his hands suddenly beneath her thighs, lifting her as though she was as light as a feather. As he lifted her onto the desk, she busied herself by ravishing so much of him as she could reach. She ran her hands down his chest and fingered his clerical collar, before planting more kisses on his lips.
Somehow, almost blinded by lust, the vicar's warm hands and lips were all over his young admirer's body, and she fought hard against the obscene moans that threatened to escape her. Reverend Candy silenced her with a deep, slow, lustful kiss as he removed his surplice and hurriedly began unfastening the buttons on his cassock. With this garment also removed, Primrose wasted no time in unbuckling the vicar's belt and trousers. For someone lacking in experience, he was astonished at how adeptly and confidently she accomplished this task.
Primrose found the opening in his underpants and snaked in her hand. He tensed when she grasped him.
“Oh Mr Candy. What a Holy treasure!
What is this world’s delight?
Lightning that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright...”
He moaned in joy as she stroked his shaft. “Uhhh...nothing holy about it, my dear. It is what it is...and you have made it so...oh Primrose, what you're doing to me...ohhh!”
“God forgive me.” He hissed the words through clenched teeth when she freed him from the constraints that were his trousers and underpants, and slowly began running her hand up and down his length. After mere moments he pushed her hands away, looking her deep in the eyes as he pulled her damp knickers down past her knees and she kicked them off as well.
“I'll be as gentle as possible,” he whispered.
Positioning herself at her entrance, Reverend Candy looked at her in silent question, and she nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck the moment he pushed in.
“Mmm..Ah!” Primrose let out a moan, leaning her head back against the desk as he began thrusting slowly and gently. The initial pain soon gave way to a far more pleasant sensation. His right hand came to rest just beside her head, the other grasped at her thigh, thus providing support for him to increase his speed and the power of his thrusts. So this was it! The act she'd fantasised about for so long. And now her beloved Reverend's manhood was inside her at last. And he was just as sweet and gentle as she'd imagined he would be.
After just a few moments, they were both struggling to keep their moans quiet, as they rocketed together in a common, every increasing rhythm. Reverend Candy was being gentle, but Primrose wanted more, and she wanted it faster and harder, and all at once. Wrapping her legs around his middle, she surprised him by tensing her muscles and turning them around in one smooth motion, leaving him lying on the desk and her on top. He looked at her with lust-hazed eyes, his hands coming to rest on her hips as she slowly began riding him, angling herself to make him hit that perfect spot.
The vicar was gripping hard at her hips, thrusting against her in time with her movements, faster and harsher than he had experienced it before. He could feel a tightening in the pit of his stomach, and he knew what it meant. Judging by the hushed sounds she was making, she was just as close as he was.
Moments later, his young lover stiffened, throwing her head back in a moment of perfect ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream as she came long and hard, clamping down around him. Reverend Candy sat up, wrapping both arms around her as she coaxed him over the edge and he came within her, as they climaxed together.
Falling back, Reverend Candy was unable to speak for a moment. All that existed was himself, the satiated Primrose lying on top of him, and their elevated breathing and heartbeats.
Primrose planted a kiss on his lips and whispered to him.
“What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”
When Primrose returned home later that afternoon, Pop was busy discussing some new business venture with Edith Pilchester and the Brigadier. Trying to act nonchalant – which was difficult given that she could feel Reverend Candy's cum oozing down her thighs – she slipped into the kitchen. Ma was baking as usual, and her youngest daughter Victoria, was sat at the table.
“Hello love. How was church? Confirmation lessons going well I take it?”
“Oh yes Ma. Just fine. Really enjoyed it.” She poured herself a glass of water.
The perceptive Larkin matriarch smiled. “I bet Mr Candy's face is as rosy as a ripe apple!”
“I don't know what you mean.”
Victoria, always one to cause mischief, blurted out. “Are you and Mr Candy going to have a baby now?”
Primrose shot an angry glance at her sister. “Oh shut up! You say the silliest things.”
Victoria giggled. “I saw what you were doing in the church.”
“I'm warning you!”
Victoria made a quick exit from the kitchen, leaving Primrose fuming.
“Oh she's only teasing,” Ma said. “Don't you take any notice. You know how she is.”
Walking over to Primrose, she whispered.
“Please tell me Mr Candy pulled out?”
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