Sating the Reverend’s Daughter. - Sex Stories

Sating the Reverend’s Daughter.

... with my child.” I explained.

“Dear god you are insane,” she stuttered but remained rooted to the spot.

The table was a lightly built hall table as we were still in the entrance hall barely inside the door.

“On the table,” I repeated and I grasped her round the waist and lifted her up. Her bustle and sheer volume of her skirts defeated me.

“Pull them down not up you fool,” she hissed.

“What?" I queried.

“Pull them down not up down,” she repeated.

I did as she bid, skirt, bustle underskirts and pantaloons all fell leaving slender stocking clad legs and a perfect unstretched lonely slot with the lightest covering of soft downy hair .

I lofted her to the table anew and dropped to my knees in worship. I went to kiss her slot.

“Don’t torment me stick it in me!” she railed and she grasped my belt and wrenched my breeches down popping several buttons as she did so.

He sprang forth rampant like a greyhound leaving the blocks, I was nonplussed, confused even, what in the lord’s name was happening. My member took matters into his own hands and before I knew his helmet was nuzzling her slot, he spread her soft lips and came up short against her maidenhead.

I recoiled in pain, “Idiot!” she screamed. I grabbed at her with my left hand and thrust my thumb deep into he slot, the stubborn maidenhead slowly yielded and in a moment I was able to force my member deep within her. She grasped me by the cheeks and kissed me passionately upon the lips as my member ...

... eased ever deeper inside her.

Our hips ground against each other as we entwined as one for several moments until my member exploded and flooded her with my seed.

There was no respite, no moment of tenderness, no reflection on what had transpired, immediately I withdrew she snarled at me alledging that I had forced her.

“What are you blethering about woman?” I queried.

“You forced me, you ravished me, you unspeakable beast,” she snapped completely denying any responsibility for that which had transpired.

“Indeed,” I agreed, “You were most definitely ravished, your chastity is most certainly lost for ever, though I do recall you tearing my breeches open at one stage or have you conveniently forgotten that?”

“No, No, No never, your forced me!” she insisted.

“All right, have it your way,” I retorted, “If Indeed forced you against your will, so what? If you complain to the magistrates they may order me to wed you of face imprisonment,” I reminded her, “And it would be a hard decision, but on balance I do believe I would prefer two years hard labour to being shackled to you for life.”

“Beast!” she uttered.

I continued “But in reality our bodies betrayed us and conjoined with no regard to our consciousness, like animals, we were overcome by a bestial instinct to procreate.”

“Nonsense you are a beast,” she protested as she found herself incapable of admitting what had happened.

I took pity on her “Rosie!” I summonned my maid, “Pray fetch some cloths I ...