A Nun deflowered

The sun shone. Leaves rustled gently in the breeze. The brook babbled noisily. Elia frolicked and played. I was bored. Two time of day to spare. Everyone working hard when they saw me approach, then slacking I was bored frustrated and angry.

I wanted a plump wench, though not a plump wench's inevitable materialisation, or a alright Lady, though not a fine lady's acid tongue. The sporting house was an time of day hence by horse which would hold me belated home. The day was not going well.

I spied the Convent in the distance. Built upon my land I maintained the Droit de Signeur over the occupants, though I admit I seldom exercised it. For where is the pleasure in ploughing an unwilling wench ? Some may revel forcing their appendage up an unwilling channel but not I. I like a channel agape love, moistened, fix and willing.

I rode to the door and secured my steed. I banged the room access with the heavy branding iron knocker.

"Go away,"a cleaning lady said.

"open the door !"I ordered,"Do you not know who I am ?"

"Lord Goth, sire to half the orphans in our attention,"the char said harshly,"Go away."

"I shall not, I shall own you for your insolence if you do not keep a civil tongue,"I insisted as I spoke through the key hole.

The door bolts were withdrawn and the door swung. A nun glowered at me,"What do you want as if I do not know."

"Why an stainless dame wherein to exercise my cockstaff,"I explained reasonably,"As is my right."

"Then you must see the mother superior,"she said,"Wait here."

The hold was interminable. Then the Mother Superior and aged spinster of some 100 age by the face of her and two assistant nun swept in.

"Divine churl, I understand you wish to exercise your carnal rightfulness ?"the female parent superscript assistant asked sarcastically.

"Indeed,"I agreed, she must cause been 60 years if a day, thought fully alert unlike the old crow.

"dear god why ? It is XVIII 100 and Two, not the night ages, we seek to shun the life sentence of saturnalia and yet you defile us."she railed.

"Sister Martha,"the old Corvus chided.

"lady how can you eschew that of which you know nothing ?"I asked.

"I have see the pain of vaginal birth many clip,"she said.

"And never known the delight of a good cockstaffing, that is no base for public debate,"I taunted.

"Oh very well, the new novices await you,"she conceded.

I went to their dormitory. It hit me like a fist, they were so young."Are they of age ?"I queried.

"Why yes, it is you who have grown old,"she taunted.

"I am but thirty six,"I insisted.

"And I dare say one or More is your girl sir,"she spoke barbedly. And probably truly for I had been exercising the right on beginner's behalf since my own approach of age.

"One more countersign and I'll exercise my right wing on you,"I threatened.

"Too late, your male parent forced his malevolent appendage within me already,"she smirked.

The third Nun looked on, her robes were grey not black,"And you madam ?"I asked,"Or have you taken a vow of silence ?"

She looked at the floor.

"Sister Cecile is taking a rest cure, she is exhausted from her labours among fallen women in the Metropolis."

She looked quite comely.

"Fallen cleaning woman ?"I asked.

"Indeed, poor break out fair sex forced into riot by evil men such as you,"the grey clad nun answered.

"And paid well for doing what they crave,"I countered.

"Crave, they detest every consequence,"she replied.

"And how would you have it off, had a cockstaff up you have you ?"I asked angrily.

"No !"she insisted.

"A bride of Jesus Christ as yet unfucked,"I smiled,"Then brothel keeper I fear our way are about to entwine."

"What ?"she asked.

"I am afraid noble Goth has a right to every maidservant's maidenhead,"the elder Nun explained."Every maid on the estate before her spousal relationship must surrender her maidenhead to master peasant, it is written in to the gift of land for the Convent from God Almighty peasant the third."

"amah ?"the nun asked awkwardly.

"maidservant, girl any unplucked pure,"the older nun continued,"His Church Father took mine."

"Then thank heaven I am not of the parish,"the Grey nun replied.

"It makes no difference,"the older nun insisted,"It is his right."

"I should rather die,"the Lady Jane Grey clad nun insisted, but her cheeks flushed red as she said it.

I cast an eye over her gown as much as I could. She looked quite slim yet firm as far as I could say, not too tall nor abruptly, pale skin unblemished, a pleasant nose, skillful even Edward Douglas White Jr. teeth, a not entirely wickedness scowl, eminently fuckable.

"Very well, the convent will relieve oneself an admirable cow shed."I countered

"You jest, you are taunting me !"she insisted.

"And you will stakes the future of the Convent upon it ?"I asked.

"Very well you have until mid night."I replied,"You know where I reside."

"Wait my Lord, submit a glass of wine-colored,"the older nun suggested.

"lady I need more than a deoxyephedrine of wine, send the skirt or mob your things,"I insisted,"You have until mid night, if I can not throw the skirt you shall repeal the premiss forthwith, do you sympathise ?"

"He is taunting us,"the gray dress nun blustered.

"I wish you good day,"I replied icily and went for my horse.

I had not gone three furlongs when I heard a plaintive cry,"time lag !"

A grey robe figure was rushing after me,"cum back !"she shouted.

I ambled on, and she chased after me, her long skirts hitched up to her waist as she ran along the groove running until at length I stopped.

"I submit,"she gasped as she caught up with me.

"Really ?"I enquired,"You sound unenthusiastic ?"

"I shall submit, I have no enthusiasm, but I shall put in, no more."she answered.

"Then that is not enough, you must ask for my indulgence,"I smirked as my member stiffened delightfully.

"Ask ?"she queried.

"Plead for a length of my cockshaft, I taunted.

"Very well, please,"she asked in annoyance.

"Say ‘ Please cock me,"I taunted.

"Oh just do it !"she sighed and she lofted her skirts to her chin.

She was entirely marginal beneath. Her breasts hung like ripe pear, her pile hid beneath a flurry of halcyon ringlet and her pap were roused and her quim glistened.

"Oh you poor thing,"I teased as I dismounted from my steed,"Your needs must be assuaged forthwith !"

There was a barn, and a stone bulwark but my dander was up and I was not to be delayed, I pushed her gently against the paries and extracted my member.

I spread her knees and as she hid her face behind her doll I eased my swollen member gently within her.

It was paradise, nothing mattered but she and I. My member slid liquidly within her womb, tightly yet oh so pleasantly. She gasped at my invasion, but then merely whimpered.

I floated as if on a cloud as I ploughed her so much so that I barely notice two yokel as the approached with a batch of sheep.

"lower berth your skirt hem I wish to kiss you,"I whispered.

"Nnng,"she muttered,"No !"

All too soon my seed was boiling, gushing, spilling. It shot furiously through my cockstaff and exploded within her virgin womb.

She shuddered and cried and dropped the hem of her chick. Her eyes were replete of tear and a curlicue of red escaped her sass where she had bitten her lip.

"Ohhh that's sooo practiced,"I gasped as I held her tightly. I remained in Heaven as my member convulsed and convulsed again filling her with my seed.

I pulled at the hood covering her principal and released her golden curls and kissed her neck marking her as mine with a love bite.

Suddenly it was over. Sheep were Baa-ing around us, yokels looked on. My knickers were around my ankles.

"Evenin'superior, Evenin'Master, Master,"they said in turn as they looked on,"Evenin'Miss."

The nun, for I still knew not her public figure, blushed crimson as I withdrew and allowed her bird to fall hiding her comely legs.

"You brute, you monster !"she railed, but there was no sincerity.

"Next clip will be with soreness,"I promised.

"What next time ?"she asked,"I have honoured my part of the bargain."

"smell around,"I said."ternion yokels, just men and on-key witnessed our matrimony, neither of us are hook up with, that makes us married in green law."

"I do not see,"she said as she sat down on the grass beside the stone wall.

"Quite simple, a common law married couple,"I paused."Our union has been witnessed, we are wed in common law, your days as a nun are ended,"I lied but she knew no different.

"No, it can not be !"she protested.

"Of path if either of us fornicate with another before sundown it is anulled,"I taunted,"But then we will cause to bear the blacksmith firebrand you as a whore."

I fastened my rear of tube, she smoothed down her robe."I have quite an appetite. The kitchen awaits. Come !"I ordered.

I led the gymnastic horse and somewhat to my surprisal the nun followed.

"Ostler, my horse."I bellowed as I flung his reins over the hitching post just inside the court beside my house.

"food,"I bellowed as I entered the kitchen.

She followed,"Are you always so yokelish ?"she asked.

"Yes,"I replied,"Now get out of those derisory robes."

She demurred.

"Out I say,"I repeated and I simply lofted the whole flagitious shapeless tent over her caput leaving her shocked but near naked.

Her breasts hung nicely, her belly was flat, her heap nestled beneath the easy natural covering of down, her hips were sturdy, her thighs shapely and most of all her teats were roused.

She looked me in the eye,"Are you well-chosen now ? Am I humiliated sufficiently or should I lick the floor clean with my knife ?"

"I don't want to abase you,"I explained,"I just want to let my seed fly within you, you are very comely, almost beautiful. Sate my needs, take away the maintenance of the day with your perfumed kiss and diffuse womb."

"Not here, is there a bedchamber ?"she replied to my surprise. I expected protests.

"Why yes, of course., upstairs."I led the way up the stairs to my room, I opened the threshold."What do you believe ?"

She had to be impressed, my four poster bed, the windowpane with panoramic views over my park.

She walked to the window and stared.

I bolted the door, threw aside my jacket, slipped off my shirt and dropped my breech. I even took off my socks.

I walked across and stood behind her. I cupped her breasts. I kissed her shoulder. She shuddered."Its beautiful."she said softly.

"Bend forward, drive your weightiness on the window sill,"I whispered."I wish to mount you."

"Like a horse ?"she asked sarcastically.

"Yes like a whore,"I answered."A very desirable whore."

"But pure not raddled with disease like the street whores,"she said,"I heard such level of depravity."

My extremity nuzzled her uterus mouth and eased gently inside."Oooh !"she giggled,"Such degeneracy as."

"You believe I could never reckon ?"I enquired."May I assure you that I have a very fat imagination."

"They said it pained them,"she said dreamily,"But."

"Do you like that,"I asked.

"Yes,"she said awkwardly,"You did mean it when you said we were wed in usual law ?"

"I lied, we shall go to hell for this,"I admitted.

"Then loose your passion, produce it worth the sacrifice !"she insisted,"For I own I am in Eden already."

I gently squeezed her teats between finger and thumb and nuzzled her neck..

"Unleash your Passion of Christ for I am ready for,"she uttered.

"Hush my angel, some bit more, enjoy our communion,"I uttered but it was too recent. The sap had risen and shot forth like a bolt to sate her fires.

I held her even as my member shrank. I saw her face reflected in the window looking glass, all dishevelled, glowing with beadwork of perspiration and smiling.

"Oh my lord, those women said they passed through agonies and yet,"she uttered.

"They do indeed,"I replied,"But you are either a rampant whore or you have an attraction for me ?"

"I do not understand ?"she queried.

"Your parts moistened at my touch,"I explained,"Maybe it was an unconscious desire, a subliminal reaction to any man's predations, or maybe it was my image which gave rise to it."

"I have had no former touch me, how can I experience ?"she asked earnestly.

"What say you that we work relentlessly through the whole gamut of those lady of pleasure tales, every position and perversion they have regaled you with and some besides."

"It would pack hebdomad or calendar month,"she explained.

"So ?"I queried,"What is you hurry."

"I am unwed, I shall surely be with minor and,"she replied.

"So if you are a very good little whore and faithful I shall earnestly consider wedding you,"I promised.

"You will not rue it for a moment I promise,"she agreed,"How soon does your sap rise anew."

"After supper, shall we meet mother first ?"I asked.

"Oh,"she said and sounded almost disappointed,"But what shall I don ?"

Her robes were still downstairs. I found her one of my E. B. White shirts, she looked very comely in it. I thought of England to stop myself becoming aroused too soon and we went in hunting of mother.


To be continued if I get 80 % plus