A Nun deflowered

The sun shone. Leaves rustled gently in the breeze. The creek babbled noisily. Lamb frolicked and played. I was bored. Two hour 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 offspring, or a mulct lady, though not a o.k. gentlewoman's dot glossa. The bordello was an hr hence by horse cavalry which would make me late plate. 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 resident, though I admit I seldom exercised it. For where is the pleasure in ploughing an unwilling skirt ? Some may enjoy forcing their member up an unwilling channel but not I. I like a transmission channel agape, moistened, ready and willing.

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

"Go away,"a charwoman said.

"Open the room access !"I ordered,"Do you not be intimate who I am ?"

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

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

The door deadbolt were withdrawn and the doorway swung.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

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

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

The wait was interminable. Then the female parent Superior and aged spinster of some 100 years by the feeling of her and two help Nuns swept in.

"Godhead churl, I understand you wish to exercise your carnal rights ?"the Mother superscript helper asked sarcastically.

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

"Dear god why ? It is eighteen Hundred and Two, not the shadow ages, we seek to eschew the life of debauch and yet you defile us."she railed.

"sister Martha,"the old crow chided.

"Madam how can you shun that of which you know cipher ?"I asked.

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

"And never known the joy of a good cockstaffing, that is no basis for argumentation,"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 untried."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 right on founder's behalf since my own coming of age.

"One more than Word and I'll exercise my rightfulness on you,"I threatened.

"Too late, your begetter forced his evil process within me already,"she smirked.

The third Nun looked on, her gown were grey-haired not inglorious,"And you madam ?"I asked,"Or have you taken a vow of secrecy ?"

She looked at the floor.

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

She looked quite comely.

"Fallen women ?"I asked.

"Indeed, hapless break down women forced into orgy by immorality men such as you,"the Grey clad 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 St. Brigid of Christ as yet unfucked,"I smiled,"Then lady I fear our way are about to entwine."

"What ?"she asked.

"I am afraid Lord Goth has a right to every amah's maidenhead,"the sure-enough Nun explained."Every maid on the demesne before her marriage must surrender her hymen to Maker Goth, it is written in to the endowment of Din Land for the Convent from Maker Goth the third."

"Maid ?"the nun asked awkwardly.

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

"Then thank promised land I am not of the parish,"the grey nun replied.

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

"I should rather die,"the Second Earl Grey clad nun insisted, but her cheek flushed red as she said it.

I cast an eye over her robes as much as I could. She looked quite slim yet firm as far as I could tell, not too tall nor short, blanch skin unblemished, a pleasant olfactory organ, squeamish even Edward White teeth, a not entirely evil scowl, eminently fuckable.

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

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

"And you will stake 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, consume a glass of wine-colored,"the older nun suggested.

"Madam I need more than a glass of wine-colored, send the wench or pack your affair,"I insisted,"You have until mid night, if I can not own the wench you shall lift the premises forthwith, do you understand ?"

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

"I wish you serious 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 clad figure was rushing after me,"Come back !"she shouted.

I ambled on, and she chased after me, her long skirts hitched up to her waistline as she ran along the furrow runway 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 take, 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 distance 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 wench to her chin.

She was entirely bare beneath. Her breasts hung like ripe pears, her hummock hid beneath a flurry of halcyon curls and her teats were roused and her quim glistened.

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

There was a b, and a Oliver Stone paries but my dander was up and I was not to be delayed, I pushed her gently against the wall and extracted my member.

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

It was Eden, goose egg mattered but she and I. My penis 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 swarm as I ploughed her so much so that I barely notice two chawbacon as the approached with a flock of sheep.

"Lower your doll 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 wench. Her eyes were total of tears and a Robert Floyd Curl Jr. of red escaped her mouth where she had bitten her lip.

"Ohhh that's sooo good,"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 headland and released her favourable coil and kissed her neck marking her as mine with a dear bite.

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

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

The nun, for I still knew not her name, blushed deep red as I withdrew and allowed her skirts to hang hiding her comely legs.

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

"Next clock time will be with philia,"I promised.

"What side by side metre ?"she asked,"I have honoured my part of the bargain."

"Look around,"I said."Three yokels, good men and straight witnessed our union, neither of us are hook up with, that makes us married in usual law."

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

"Quite simpleton, a common law marriage,"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 course of instruction if either of us fornicate with another before sundown it is anulled,"I taunted,"But then we will accept to have the blacksmith brand you as a whore."

I fastened my knee pants, she smoothed down her robe."I have quite an appetency. The kitchen awaits. come up !"I ordered.

I led the sawhorse 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 for thought,"I bellowed as I entered the kitchen.

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

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

She demurred.

"Out I say,"I repeated and I simply lofted the whole atrocious shapeless tent over her school principal leaving her aghast but draw near naked.

Her breasts hung nicely, her belly was flat, her mound nestled beneath the flaccid covering of down, her hip were sturdy, her thigh shapely and nigh of all her teats were roused.

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

"I don't want to humiliate you,"I explained,"I just want to let my source fly within you, you are very comely, almost beautiful. satiate my needs, take away the cares of the day with your sweet buss and voiced womb."

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

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

She had to be impressed, my four placard bed, the window with panoramic opinion over my park.

She walked to the window and stared.

I bolted the doorway, threw aside my cap, slipped off my shirt and dropped my knickerbockers. 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, strike your weight on the window sill,"I whispered."I wish to mount you."

"Like a horse ?"she asked sarcastically.

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

"But pure not raddled with disease like the street fancy woman,"she said,"I heard such stories of depravity."

My appendage nuzzled her womb rim and eased gently inside."Oooh !"she giggled,"Such corruption as."

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

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

"Do you like that,"I asked.

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

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

"Then loose your cacoethes, make it worth the sacrifice !"she insisted,"For I own I am in paradise already."

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

"Unleash your passion for I am prepare for,"she uttered.

"Hush my angel, some bit more, bask our communion,"I uttered but it was too belated. The sap had risen and bourgeon Forth River like a bolt to replete her fires.

I held her even as my fellow member shrank. I saw her face reflected in the window methamphetamine, all dishevelled, glowing with beading of hidrosis and smiling.

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

"They do indeed,"I replied,"But you are either a rearing cocotte or you have an attracter for me ?"

"I do not realize ?"she queried.

"Your parts moistened at my spot,"I explained,"Maybe it was an unconscious desire, a subliminal reaction to any man's depredation, or maybe it was my character which gave wage hike to it."

"I have had no early contact me, how can I have a go at it ?"she asked earnestly.

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

"It would take weeks 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 good little working girl and fold I shall earnestly reckon wedding you,"I promised.

"You will not regret it for a present 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 wear ?"

Her robe 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