Sating the Reverend’s Daughter. - Sex Stories

Sating the Reverend’s Daughter.

... night I awoke from a dream that I was doing exactly that with my member absolutely rampant. I had to seek out cook to accommodate me and have him safely deflated in her commodious soft slot while gently massaging her monstrous mounds.

The bloody woman herself then came calling. The vicar’s daughter that is. Straightaway she launched in. “Mother had no right to suggest we wed.”

“No,indeed,” I agreed, “Would you like a fuck of tea, I mean a cup of tea.” I stuttered as ber upswept bosoms threatened to cleave my eyes out so tightly was her waist constricted.

“You evil man, you are lusting after me even now,” she snapped, “Well think on, I would not marry you if you were the last man in the world.”

“I think not, you would not marry a Blackmore or a Miner or a Farm worker,” I observed “Perhaps if I were the last Gentleman in the world. you would reconsider.”

“Do not trifle with me,” she snapped her passions rising.

“Dear lady you will explode in a minute,” I observed, “It is a common issue, the steam locomotive has a safety valve atop the boiler to let off steam and the married woman also has that ability but the maiden has that valve sealed and inoperative until married.”

“What are you drivelling on about, I am not a steam locomotive,” she said.

“No but you are virgo intacto I’ll wager” I observed,"And have no outlet for your passion, for all our sakes go away spread your legs and be released from the tyranny of chastity before your brain finally succumbs ...

... to irrationality and turns to mush.”

“Of course I am intact, the Bible says,” she snapped.

“I care not for it, in Africa they know nothing of the Bible and marriage and when two are alone together they conjoin and the whole village brings up the children,” I observed, “And they are all the happier for it, they don’t have finery but they have contentment.”

“So why are you not in Africa?” she asked.

“It’s too hot, I like soft pink English Roses with whom I can conjoin as equals,” I explained, “Giving as much or more pleasure than I receive, you should try it.”

“With you? I should rather die.” she insisted.

“My dear my chances of becoming aroused enough to perform in your presence are so slim as to be infinitesimal.” I averred.

“Then pray what is that bulge in your breeches.?” she asked.

“I say don’t be so impertinent,” I retorted.

“Tis you who is repressed, you chase lower orders as no respectable wench would come within a mile of you,” she came back.

“So why are you still here?” I asked, “Are you taunting me, is that it? Hoping I will tear your raiment's and take you forcibly so you can say “He made me Daddy,” when all along you planned to seduce me.”

“You are quite ridiculous, that is the very last thing I desire." she replied, but she didn’t rush from the house.

“On the table, raise your skirts I wish to fuck you.” I declared.

“What?” she queried.

“My dander is up I wish to fuck you, to expel my seed within you, have your belly swell ...