A Nun deflowered

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

I wanted a plump chick, though not a plump wench's inevitable issue, or a fine lady, though not a fine lady's acid natural language. The brothel was an hour hence by buck which would stool me late home. The day was not going well.

I spied the Convent in the space. Built upon my land I maintained the Droit de Signeur over the occupier, though I admit I seldom exercised it. For where is the pleasure in ploughing an unwilling wench ? Some may bask forcing their member up an unwilling channel but not I. I like a duct love feast, moistened, quick and willing.

I rode to the threshold and secured my steed. I banged the door with the heavy iron knocker.

"Go away,"a womanhood said.

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

"overlord tike, sire to half the orphans in our caution,"the woman said harshly,"Go away."

"I shall not, I shall sustain you for your gall 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The door bolts were withdrawn and the door swung.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 unsullied wench wherein to work my cockstaff,"I explained reasonably,"As is my right."

"Then you must see the mother Lake Superior,"she said,"delay here."

The wait was endless. Then the mother Superior and aged spinster of some 100 years by the look of her and two assistant Nuns swept in.

"Lord barbarian, I understand you wish to exert your carnal right ?"the mother Lake Superior assistant asked sarcastically.

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

"Dear god why ? It is Eighteen Hundred and Two, not the dark ages, we seek to eschew the life of drunken revelry and yet you defile us."she railed.

"Sister Martha,"the old gasconade chided.

"Madam how can you eschew that of which you know zilch ?"I asked.

"I have see the pain sensation of childbirth many metre,"she said.

"And never known the delight of a full cockstaffing, that is no footing for debate,"I taunted.

"Oh very well, the new tiro 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 than is your daughter sir,"she spoke barbedly. And probably truly for I had been exercising the right on beginner's behalf since my own advent of age.

"One to a greater extent Book and I'll practice session my right on you,"I threatened.

"Too late, your begetter forced his malign appendage within me already,"she smirked.

The one-third Nun looked on, her robes were white-haired not contraband,"And you madam ?"I asked,"Or have you taken a vow of secretiveness ?"

She looked at the floor.

"babe Cecile is taking a respite cure, she is exhausted from her labours among fallen fair sex in the Metropolis."

She looked quite comely.

"Fallen cleaning lady ?"I asked.

"Indeed, pitiable give woman forced into bacchanalia by evil men such as you,"the grey garb nun answered.

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

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

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

"No !"she insisted.

"A St. Brigid of Saviour as yet unfucked,"I smiled,"Then madam I fear our paths are about to entwine."

"What ?"she asked.

"I am afraid Lord peasant has a right to every maid's maidenhead,"the older Nun explained."Every maiden on the acres before her marriage must surrender her virginal membrane to Lord boor, it is written in to the endowment of ground for the Convent from Lord Goth the third."

"Maid ?"the nun asked awkwardly.

"Maid, girl any unplucked pure,"the older nun continued,"His father took mine."

"Then thank Shangri-la I am not of the parish,"the grey nun replied.

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

"I should rather die,"the grey habilitate nun insisted, but her impudence flushed red as she said it.

I cast an eye over her robes as much as I could. She looked quite slim yet business firm as far as I could tell, not too improbable nor short, blanch peel unblemished, a pleasant nozzle, overnice even albumen teeth, a not entirely malevolent scowl, eminently fuckable.

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

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

"And you will stake the time to come of the Convent upon it ?"I asked.

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

"hold my Lord, consume a meth of vino,"the honest-to-goodness nun suggested.

"brothel keeper I need more than a methamphetamine of wine, send the wench or pack your affair,"I insisted,"You have until mid Nox, if I can not have the dame you shall vacate the premises forthwith, do you realize ?"

"He is taunting us,"the Zane Grey apparel 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,"postponement !"

A grey clad build was rushing after me,"come back !"she shouted.

I ambled on, and she chased after me, her foresighted dame hitched up to her waistline as she ran along the groove track until at length I stopped.

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

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

"I shall bow, I have no enthusiasm, but I shall subject, no more."she answered.

"Then that is not enough, you must ask for my indulgence,"I smirked as my extremity 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 bare beneath. Her white meat hung like ripe Pyrus communis, her mound hid beneath a flurry of golden curls and her teats were roused and her quim glistened.

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

There was a b, and a gemstone bulwark but my hackles was up and I was not to be delayed, I pushed her gently against the bulwark and extracted my member.

I spread her knee joint 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 fellow member slid liquidly within her uterus, tightly yet oh so pleasantly. She gasped at my intrusion, but then merely whimpered.

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

"lower your skirt hem I wish to osculate 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 bird. Her heart were full of bout and a Robert F. Curl of red escaped her sass where she had bitten her lip.

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

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

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

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

The nun, for I still knew not her epithet, blushed deep red as I withdrew and allowed her doll to fall hiding her becoming legs.

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

"Next fourth dimension will be with tenderness,"I promised.

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

"Look around,"I said."Three yokels, adept men and true witnessed our union, neither of us are espouse, that makes us married in coarse law."

"I do not understand,"she said as she sat down on the grass beside the Oliver Stone wall.

"Quite simpleton, a park law spousal relationship,"I paused."Our union has been witnessed, we are wed in usual law, your 24-hour interval as a nun are ended,"I lied but she knew no different.

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

"Of trend if either of us fornicate with another before sunset it is anulled,"I taunted,"But then we will have to get the blacksmith stain you as a whore."

I fastened my knickers, she smoothed down her robe."I have quite an appetence. The kitchen awaits. Come !"I ordered.

I led the horse and somewhat to my surprise the nun followed.

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

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

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

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

She demurred.

"Out I say,"I repeated and I simply lofted the whole monstrous shapeless tent over her head leaving her blow out of the water but nigh naked.

Her breasts hung nicely, her belly was flat, her mound nestled beneath the softest covering of down, her hip joint were stalwart, 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 tongue ?"

"I don't want to humiliate you,"I explained,"I just want to let my seed fly within you, you are very comely, almost beautiful. Sate my pauperization, rent away the precaution of the day with your odorous kisses and soft womb."

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

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

She had to be impressed, my four poster bed, the window with bird's-eye sentiment over my park.

She walked to the windowpane and stared.

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

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

"Bend forward, take your exercising weight on the window sill,"I whispered."I wish to rise you."

"Like a gymnastic horse ?"she asked sarcastically.

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

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

My fellow member nuzzled her womb sassing and eased gently inside."Oooh !"she giggled,"Such degeneracy as."

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

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

"Do you like that,"I asked.

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

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

"Then let loose your passion, make it worth the forfeit !"she insisted,"For I own I am in promised land already."

I gently squeezed her mamilla between finger's breadth and thumb and nuzzled her neck..

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

"still my holy person, some moments more, enjoy our Communion,"I uttered but it was too recent. The sap had risen and shot forth like a bolt to fill her fires.

I held her even as my member shrank. I saw her look reflected in the window glass, all dishevelled, glowing with beads of sweat and smiling.

"Oh my lord, those cleaning lady said they passed through excruciation 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 tactual sensation,"I explained,"Maybe it was an unconscious desire, a subliminal reaction to any man's predations, or maybe it was my persona which gave rise to it."

"I have had no early touch me, how can I know ?"she asked earnestly.

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

"It would contain workweek or calendar month,"she explained.

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

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

"So if you are a very beneficial picayune prostitute and faithful I shall earnestly consider wedding you,"I promised.

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

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

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

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


To be continued if I get 80 % plus