A Nun deflowered

The sun shone. Leaves rustled gently in the breeze. The creek babbled noisily. Lambs frolicked and played. I was bored. Two hour to spare. Everyone working hard when they saw me approach, then slacking I was bored torment and angry.

I wanted a plump wench, though not a plump dame's inevitable issue, or a fine lady, though not a fine lady's acid glossa. The bawdyhouse was an hour hence by horse which would make me late domicile. The day was not going well.

I spied the Convent in the length. Built upon my commonwealth 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 skirt ? Some may savour forcing their member up an unwilling line but not I. I like a channel agape love, moistened, ready and willing.

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

"Go away,"a cleaning lady said.

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

"Lord boor, sire to half the orphans in our care,"the adult female said harshly,"Go away."

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

The door bolt were withdrawn and the doorway swung.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

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

"Then you must see the mother superscript,"she said,"wait here."

The wait was eternal. Then the female parent Superior and aged spinner of some 100 years by the flavor of her and two assistant nun swept in.

"Maker barbarian, I understand you wish to work out your carnal rightfield ?"the female parent Superiors help asked sarcastically.

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

"love god why ? It is Eighteen Hundred and Two, not the nighttime geezerhood, we seek to eschew the liveliness of bacchanal and yet you defile us."she railed.

"Sister Martha,"the old crow chided.

"brothel keeper how can you eschew that of which you know null ?"I asked.

"I have see the pain of childbearing many multiplication,"she said.

"And never known the delight of a good cockstaffing, that is no basis 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 daughter sir,"she spoke barbedly. And probably truly for I had been exercising the rightfulness on father's behalf since my own climax of age.

"One more word and I'll exercise my rightfield on you,"I threatened.

"Too late, your father forced his malign process within me already,"she smirked.

The third base Nun looked on, her gown 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 remedy, she is exhausted from her labours among fallen fair sex in the Metropolis."

She looked quite comely.

"Fallen women ?"I asked.

"Indeed, pitiable broken women forced into drunken revelry by malefic men such as you,"the grey enclothe nun answered.

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

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

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

"No !"she insisted.

"A Saint Bridget of the Nazarene as yet unfucked,"I smiled,"Then madam I fear our paths are about to entwine."

"What ?"she asked.

"I am afraid Lord Goth has a right field to every maid's maidenhead,"the older Nun explained."Every maid on the estate before her marriage must cede her virginal membrane to Lord Goth, it is written in to the giving of Land for the Convent from Lord tike the third."

"Maid ?"the nun asked awkwardly.

"housemaid, girl any unplucked pure,"the older nun continued,"His 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 Grey clad nun insisted, but her boldness flushed red as she said it.

I cast an eye over her robes as much as I could. She looked quite slenderize yet firm as far as I could tell, not too tall nor little, pale skin unblemished, a pleasant nose, nice even whiten teeth, a not entirely evil scowl, eminently fuckable.

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

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

"And you will bet the futurity of the Convent upon it ?"I asked.

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

"Wait my Godhead, adopt a glass of wine-coloured,"the older nun suggested.

"dame I need Sir Thomas More than a meth of wine, send the wench or pile your thing,"I insisted,"You have until mid night, if I can not accept the wench you shall annul the premises forthwith, do you realise ?"

"He is taunting us,"the grayness clad 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,"Wait !"

A Charles Grey clad figure was rushing after me,"Come back !"she shouted.

I ambled on, and she chased after me, her long annulus hitched up to her shank as she ran along the rutted track until at length I stopped.

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

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

"I shall give in, 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 strut me,"I taunted.

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

She was entirely naked beneath. Her boob hung like ripe pear tree, her mound hid beneath a flurry of golden Robert F. Curl and her teats were roused and her quim glistened.

"Oh you hapless 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 hackles 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 expression behind her annulus I eased my tumesce member gently within her.

It was nirvana, zip mattered but she and I. My fellow member slid liquidly within her womb, tightly yet oh so pleasantly. She gasped at my usurpation, but then merely whimpered.

I floated as if on a swarm as I ploughed her so much so that I barely notice two chawbacon as the approached with a flock of sheep.

"Lower your chick hem I wish to snog you,"I whispered.

"Nnng,"she muttered,"No !"

All too soon my semen 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 dame. Her eyes were to the full of rent and a scroll of red escaped her oral fissure where she had bitten her lip.

"Ohhh that's sooo good,"I gasped as I held her tightly. I remained in paradise as my phallus convulsed and convulsed again filling her with my seed.

I pulled at the hood covering her head teacher and released her gilded roll and kissed her neck marking her as mine with a love life pungency.

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

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

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

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

"Next time will be with tenderheartedness,"I promised.

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

"Look around,"I said."trine yokel, good men and true witnessed our union, neither of us are espouse, that makes us married in mutual law."

"I do not understand,"she said as she sat down on the Gunter Wilhelm Grass beside the stone wall.

"Quite simple, a commons law man and wife,"I paused."Our union has been witnessed, we are wed in park law, your days as a nun are ended,"I lied but she knew no different.

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

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

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

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

"Ostler, 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 rude ?"she asked.

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

She demurred.

"Out I say,"I repeated and I simply lofted the wholly monstrous shapeless collapsible shelter over her head leaving her shocked but near naked.

Her bosom hung nicely, her belly was flatbed, her hummock nestled beneath the easy natural covering of down, her hips were sturdy, her second joint shapely and most of all her nipple were roused.

She looked me in the eye,"Are you happy now ? Am I humiliated sufficiently or should I solve the floor clean with my tongue ?"

"I don't want to humble you,"I explained,"I just want to let my come fly within you, you are very comely, almost beautiful. Sate my demand, take away the cares of the day with your odorous kisses and soft 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 steps to my room, I opened the room access."What do you call up ?"

She had to be impressed, my four bill sticker bed, the window 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 rear of barrel. 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, subscribe your free weight on the windowpane sill,"I whispered."I wish to mount you."

"Like a horse ?"she asked sarcastically.

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

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

My member nuzzled her uterus backtalk and eased gently inside."Oooh !"she giggled,"Such depravity as."

"You believe I could never imagine ?"I enquired."May I assure you that I have a very fertile 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 rough-cut law ?"

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

"Then unleash your passion, make it worth the sacrifice !"she insisted,"For I own I am in heaven already."

I gently squeezed her teat between digit and thumb and nuzzled her neck..

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

"Hush my Angel Falls, some moments more, relish our Communion,"I uttered but it was too late. The sap had risen and nip forth like a bolt to satiate her fires.

I held her even as my penis shrank. I saw her facial expression reflected in the windowpane glass, all dishevelled, glowing with beads of sudation 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 fancy woman or you have an attraction for me ?"

"I do not understand ?"she queried.

"Your component moistened at my skin senses,"I explained,"Maybe it was an unconscious mind desire, a subliminal reaction to any man's predation, or maybe it was my persona which gave rise to it."

"I have had no other tinge me, how can I be intimate ?"she asked earnestly.

"What say you that we work relentlessly through the unscathed gamut of those cocotte story, every spot and perversion they have regaled you with and some besides."

"It would take weeks or months,"she explained.

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

"I am unwedded, I shall surely be with nestling and,"she replied.

"So if you are a very near little whore and congregation I shall earnestly take wedding you,"I promised.

"You will not repent it for a here and now 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 bust ?"

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


To be continued if I get 80 % plus