The sun was edging above the horizon sending a golden shaft across the bed chamber, glinting upon Miss Semley’s forehead and unruly tangle of hair.
She lay quietly beneath my bed covers, smiling, eyes closed, breathing softly, The coverlets over her mounds heaving gently. I let her slumber on, she deserved her rest, and more, seldom had I been so content after a dalliance. I wanted to rouse her and mount her but held myself in check. I wanted her to make the first advances.
She stirred, her hand stole between her legs as if exploring, exploring the cavern so recently opened by our union, it pleased her, she moaned softly and the suddenly she was wide awake.
Shocked she looked round and saw me beside her, “Oh my god, what happened.”
“We made love,” I explained.
“Oh god, oh my god, you did!” she agreed, “Of course you did, I am so sore, oh my lord you almost ripped me in half.”
“Does it feel nice?” I asked.
“Nice, how can it possibly feel nice?,” she asked, but her fingers were busy exploring her innards so recently shorn of her maidenhead and her pleasure was obvious.
A squawk from the nearby barn yard jolted her from her reverie, “Cock crow,” I announced
“Oh no, really?” she answered. Still abed at cock crow, that meant we were wed according to ancient law.
“I’ll not tell if you don’t,” I advised.
“Perhaps I shall tell the world, tell how you ravished me with no consideration what so ever,” she replied.
“I would contend that I afforded sufficient consideration,” I advised, “Indeed copious consideration considering the magnitude of my task, when such an aged and firm maidenhead required to be breached”
“Well you certainly breeched it,” she said, “And you certainly didn’t stint on the seed you expelled did you.”
“Would you care to conjoin again?” I asked.
“No, never,absolutely never, oh my ” she replied.
“Then, why have your fingers inside yourself?" I asked, “It excites you, does it not, think of how much better my member would please you.”
“Oh, I did not realise,” she said lamely.
“It feels nice does it not? I asked, “Let me slip my member inside you again and take us both to heaven for a few moments of bliss.”
“And an eternity of damnation,” she replied, “I am so sore, dear lord I do believe you have rent me in two.”
“Are you bleeding?” I asked, she shookher head, “Then all is well, come another pounding will reorder your parts ready for child birth,”
“Yes, I suppose so” she replied, “I am probably with child already, how can I enter a Convent when I am with child, so therefore you may take your pleasure sir and be damned for we are wed in common law.”
“I own I never thought beyond bedding you,” I admitted, “I thought it so wrong that you should never enjoy the intimacy of conjunction.”
“Intimacy pah, but your soft bed, warm bed chamber, the house, the grounds,” she suggested, “I see myself as mistress of this house sir, spear me again and I shall demand a golden ring on my finger sir, do you understand?”
“You jest of course,” I countered.
“No sir, I am deathly serious.” she admitted.
“I demand your lips before I place a ring on your finger,” I stated.
“Then take them sir.” she turned towards me. Our lips entwined.
My arms surrounded her holding her against me, her warm breasts snuggled against my chest, my member reared, my tongue invaded her mouth, she reciprocated. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I helped her as she changed position until I was able to rest the tip of my member against the lips of her womanhood and eased myself inside her, “Do your worst sir, or your best as you please, you chose this not I.” and she let me do as I needed while pleasuring herself in her turn for an age before I duly expelled.
She flopped down on me as my member subsided.
“Why me?” she asked.
“It seemed such a waste for you to enter the Convent,” I reiterated.
“You wanted to seed me and discard me,” she identified, “Or you would have wooed me.”
“Miss Semley, I am forty years of age and your are twenty something, it would have been most inappropriate.” I explained.
“And now, do you show me off as your whore?” she demanded, “No sir I shall make myself known as your wife sir, I shall not be your whore you shall make an honest woman of me or one night you shall awake to find your head upon the floor and completely severed from your neck.”
“Dear lord have I bedded a she devil?” I demanded.
She looked me in the eye. “Indeed, and every evening after you collapsed into a deep sleep I shall proceed to the “Red Lion" Inn and therein invite every man jack present to use me and fill me with their seed so the fittest may make a child with me.”
“I should like to watch,” I admitted, “To see your pretty face covered with man cream, standing with members up your womb and backside at one time, naked but for a broad leather belt around your waist.”
“And shoes, do I wear shoes?” she asked
“I know not, I suppose so,otherwise you might get splinters,” I ventured.
“And is everyone watching me?” she asked.
I thought about it “After a while they become tired and lose interest until finally you are waiting patiently or pleading with the men to fuck you.”
“That’s what I thought,” she agreed, “How did you know? Can you read my dreams?”
“It’s my dream, but the dream is better than the reality, except,” I paused
“Except,” I admitted “When I expelled within you, for a moment I was in heaven.”
“Heaven, more like hell,” she countered, “Intruding, Pressing inside me spreading me and then forcing your seed within me, taking my honour leaving me sullied and impure.”
“It becomes less unpleasant with time,” I assured her, “Possibly less pleasant for me but generally once the pain of losing her honour has subsided the woman’s pleasure increases immensely.”
“Does it really?” she enquired.
“Naturally,” I agreed, “Why within a week you shall be poking yourself with a candle or rolling pin for the pleasure it affords.”
“I think not,” she insisted.
“Oh yes you will,” I replied, “But for now, this talk of poking has roused me and I wish, with your consent obviously, to mount you again.”
She scowled “You make it sound like like a Stallion and a brood mare, where sir are your protestations of love, where is your tenderness.”
“I don’t love you,” I declared, “But I care, you deserve a full life, joy, children, fulfillment, find a husband woman, do not waste away in a Nunnery.”
“Oh very well, do your worst I shall bear it,” she invited and I could see her teats were roused in anticipation of a good cocking. “But a ring sir, on my finger sir, do not forget.”
“What about the Convent,” I enquired.
“I might just as well reside here,” she explained, “Rising before dawn and praying endlessly has limited appeal, but what other avenues are open to me? Governess perhaps, but who would wed me.”
“Surely the very world is at your feet?” I ventured, “You are clever, beautiful, ah”
“A fallen woman, wed in common law to a decrepit old man,” she challenged, “But you were right, your member seems to fit inside me now with little unpleasantness, and I own a modicum of pleasure so what shall I do today? explore my new house, Fornicate with the servants, what?”
“I am sure you will find something,” I assured her, “And if you get bored and I am not around find a large candle and pleasure yourself with it.”
“Oh no sir,” she replied, “A medium size one, much like your member will do admirably I am sure.”
