A Guaranteed Virgin
Introduction:
I seek assurances that the maid is pure before purchasing her honour from the vicar
“Indeed My Lord,” he affirmed, “And of age sir, five guineas sir I believe is the agreed fee.”
“I don’t doubt your word for a moment sir but how can you be sure?” I asked.
“Regular inspections My Lord,” he assured me, “It would be unseemly to have a fallen woman in my house so I inspect her regularly.”
“And she agrees to such indignity?” I questioned.
“Indeed sir,” he smirked, “And indignities besides, why her mouth sir is as soft as a badger fur, and her rear is the utmost delight and available at will.”
“May I see for myself?” I enquired.
“Of course,” he agreed, “Girl, come here, show the gentleman your vagina.”
The girl entered the room. A vision of health and beauty. Her golden hair scraped up into a bun and pearly white teeth. Young yet womanly. Neither tall nor short. Her charms hidden by a shapeless white smock. Clean and wholesome. my member stirred.
“Yes Your Reverence,” she said anxiously.
“Show your vagina,” the reverend repeated. The girl looked confused, Raise your smock and let us see your genitalia,” she still looked confused, “Your cunt,” he ordered crudely, “She is from the lower orders you see, sometimes one has to use lower order language as polite euphemisms are completely pointless.”
“Raise your smock and let the gentleman examine you,” he sneered. “He wishes to purchase your honour which will go some small way to repaying the kindness I have shewn you.”
“And give you the chance to ream her,” I thought to myself.
“No Please, Your Reverence,” she protested, “Not that.”
“Hush girl, now display yourself, on the table and raise your smock!” he ordered.
“But Your Reverence!” she protested
I smiled my best smile. “Have no fear my dear, I have no desire to harm you,” I assured her, “It is just I have a predilection for being the first to sample a woman’s charms.”
“You wish to take my honour my Lord?” she queried.
I replied out of consideration, “If indeed you still retain it, and your belly is flat and breasts womanly and you are bathed and fragrant.”
“But My Lord,” she protested.
“Ungrateful girl,” the Reverend chided, “There is no cocksman to match his Lordship where virgins are concerned. You should be grateful that it is he who will ease you into womanhood so that you might at last begin to earn your keep.”
”I thank you Reverend,” I replied, “I had no idea my member was my claim to fame.”
”Indeed sir, many is the girl who has commented on your kindness and consideration ,” he confirmed.
”So she is well used to intimate inspections,” I queried, “What about her mouth and rear, are they regularly inspected?”
“Indeed sir, she has to earn her keep,” he replied.
“The delivery boy and such like I presume?” I suggested, “Or do you take your own pleasure there.”
“The delivery boy is welcome to use her facilities If it affords a special price My Lord.” he replied, “For myself I own I take some relief there when the demands of my flock become otherwise intolerable.”
The odious man repulsed me. I felt sorry for the wench. “On the table please my dear,” I cajoled.
“Dear god man she is from the lower orders, order her, not merely request!” the Reverend cajoled.
“You forget yourself sir,” I snapped, “Did not the Lord state all men are equal?”
“Men My Lord,” the Reverend replied, “Not stupid girls.”
She sat on the table and slowly, nervously, raised her smock. Her cunt was really rather sweet, just a light covering of golden down and a sweet pink spit peach awaiting my member.
“Knees apart my dear I need to check you are intact,” I suggested.
Reluctantly she parted her knees.
I gently ran my fingers up her silky inner thigh, she shivered slightly.
“Manners!” the Reverend hissed.
“Her rear has been well reamed I take it?” I enquired.
“Indeed My Lord,” the Reverend agreed.
“Then let us proceed,” I suggested as I ran my other hand up her smock and playfully squeezed her left teat. She shivered. My fingers explored her peach. I stroked her clitoris with my thumb.
“Five guineas sir,” I said and I reached into my pocket and handed the Reverend the coins.
“I thank you My Lord,” he replied.
I eased her knees further apart, there was no chance to see inside her so I reversed my hand and pressed my thumb firmly inside her. She screamed. I felt the hymen part.
“I shall take her for the week, have her sent round,” I stated, “I shall pay you a further Two guineas for the inconvenience, that is fair I believe.”
“Most generous My Lord.” he agreed.
“What is her name?” I queried.
“I really have no idea,” he admitted, “I call them all girl when they arrive and whore when they have been ruined.”
“Whore, that really is too crude for such a delightful creature,” I confessed, “I shall have to call her something more suitable, cum bucket or some such.”
“Shall I have her dressed up in some finery,” he queried. “I can purchase the same for a small consideration.
“Just a smock, barefoot, otherwise naked, and send her on your donkey, and not sidesaddle.” I insisted, “Good day.”
I left the house with a flourish. Prime ripe cunt awaited me, then on an impulse I retraced my tracks. And just in time, the Reverend was about to sample her himself.
The poor girl had her legs wide with the Reverend before her, his robes raised and his member rigid and resembling that of a donkey ready to ruin her for ever.
“On second thoughts I need a cunt now, come my dear,” I announced.
She scurried past the Reverend even as he struggled to pull up his trousers.
I swept her up onto my horse and sat behind her grasping her firmly by her breasts as she took the reins.
“I want to fuck you till you scream with pleasure,” I whispered as the horse took us steadily home.
“I doubt it will be pleasure sir,” she said sadly, “Agony more like.”
“Show some respect!” I hissed, “I am your Lord and master, I offer you consideration and you respond with contempt.”
We rode on in silence and soon entered the driveway to my house high on the hillside which looked west across the valley into the setting sun. The serried ranks of windows sparkled and the stone shone in its honey coloured splendour. It was no Chatsworth with but ten bedrooms but neither was it some mean rectory which the girl was used to.
I went first to the kitchen, “Mrs Briggs, bath please!” I shouted.
The aged cook waddled from the pantry where she had been idling.
“Dear god as if I ant enough to do without cleaning your whores,” she sighed.
“Watch your tongue woman or I’ll upend you and give you a good reaming!” I threatened.
“Chance would be a fine thing,” she sighed. “Get the hip bath girl there’s water boiling on the hob.”
“Get it yourself I’m not a scullery maid.” the girl snapped.
“You’re a fesity little one now you’re away from his Reverence,” I opined.
“He beats me and pushes his great thing up my bottom,” she said, “And makes me take his disgusting thing in my mouth and suck the slime from it. I really hate him, he’s no reverend he is the devil himself!”
“In that case you may suck my cock while cook gets the bath,” I offered.
“I will not!” she replied.
“And where is your deference?” I asked, “You should address me as My Lord.”
“All are equal in the sight of god,” she said.
“Very well,” I agreed, “You may call me Master and I will call you Vagina, because you are nothing but a cunt to me.”
“Should call her Cunt then,” Cook suggested.
“One cunt in the kitchen is quite enough Cook you old cunt,” I laughed and then ordered, “My bed bathed perfumed one hour, and find her a corset and a silk nightdress.”
I took a turn around the garden and looked across the valley into the setting sun and as the shadows lengthened I went indoors to my pleasure.
She was on the bed bathed in golden sunlight as the sun touched the far horizon.
An angel in silks and satins. Her freshly rouged cheeks and creamy thighs contrasting with the black corset. Her nightdress was fine translucent silk which showed her dark teats and womanly breasts and came just to her navel leaving her charms entirely bare.
My member stiffened instantly. No need for her to suckle me. I was ready for action.
“Are you ready for love my angel?” I asked as I slipped off my shirt.
“Love. This is not love, I shall bear it no more,” she insisted.
“And I shall take you to heaven! Lie back let me kiss you!” I ordered as I removed the remains of my clothing and joined her on the bed.
“No!” she protested but I was upon her, I kissed her cheek and the her neck.
The shadows were lengthening, I would enter her as the sun set. That was my plan.
She turned her head away. I kissed her teat through the nightdress. It stiffened.
I couldn’t wait I eased her thighs apart with me knees and explored her charms.
My thumb stroked her clitois. My fingers eased inside her peach.
She was wet, despite her protestations. She wanted me.
Hot and wet yet she denied her urges.
I rested my cock end against her quim, “It is time,” I whispered into her ear and I eased my member oh so gently inside her.
Her silky moist warmth engulfed me. The look of anguish on her face turned to surprise that there had been so little discomfort and then disdain as she tried to deny the pleasure welling within her.
“Enjoy,” I whispered, “The hard rampant fucking can wait for another time, let us make love.”
“Love how can you speak of love!” she countered.
“With great ease,” I exclaimed, “Why you fit me like a well worn glove, so do me the courtesy of relaxing and giving your emotions full reign.”
“I thought your member would be huge like the Reverend’s,” she explained, “He near splits me in half when he enters my passage.”
“Oh wonderful, belittle me why don’t you?” I cursed.
“No, I like it,” she said, “Manly not brutal, gentlemanly.”
“You have a way with words,” I opined, “Choose your lies with care then I may sample you for another week or more.”
“You will not cast me out!” she queried.
“No, not if you please me,” I assured her, “No you shall be the house whore, keep the footman and gardeners content.”
She spat at me and missed and my mouth clamped upon hers and I thrust and at once my seed boiled over and flooded her parts entirely.
“I own I enjoyed that immensely,” I said approvingly, “How would you like some venison pie? some fine wine perhaps?”
“Food? I need to wash your slime from me, your odious smell,” she snapped.
“Silence,” I sighed, “Still your tongue or I will have it lick my member clean.”
I slipped round behind her, I looked at our reflections in the mirror. My bearded rugged face and her fresh countenance.
“You are beautiful,” I whispered.
“And you are old,” she observed.
“Not that old,” I opined. “Thirty Five summers is not old.”
“The years have not been kind to you,” she declared.
“Do you seek to rile me?” I queried, “Do you hope I will cast you out forthwith? Return you to his reverence.”
“Cast me out so I can join the Convent more like,” she agreed.
“That would be such a waste,” I opined, “By the time I have finished with you you will may be pleading for my cock.”
“And why should I?” she asked.
I rounded on her. “Your womanly yearnings have been roused, just a little, but roused and as the days pass you will come to crave my cock and then shall I have you placed in an iron chastity and made to forgo any relief!”
“Why do you torment me so?” she demanded.
“Because you have a spirit unbecoming a house maid,” I explained, “And after you insulted me it amuses me to reciprocate.”
She scowled at me. I snapped back at her, “For gods sake find something to cover your cunt, you look ridiculous,” and wearing just my nightshirt I went to find my supper.
The week soon ended and in the morning I roused her around nine of the clock.
She looked so contented as she lay with her head on the pillow. Her hair unruly straggling across the crisp bed linen like golden threads.
I woke her with a kiss. I raised her silk nightdress and kissed her clitoris until she moaned and stirred.
“What?” she asked as if befuddled.
“The week has ended, you are free,” I opined.
“Not until the afternoon,” she suggested, “You may take your pleasure again if you will.”
“Perhaps that would be taking advantage?” I suggested.
“Then do it to please me,” she suggested, “My teats grow lonely for your kisses.”
“And your cunt?” I asked.
“Has become accustomed to your intrusions,” she admitted, “She is quite well.”
“Then you’ll not begrudge me a final dalliance?” I queried.
“No John, dally away till your heart’s content.” she said cheekily.
“It is My Lord,” I corrected.
“John, stop talking and fuck me,” she said crudely and she pushed the bedclothes aside.
Her nightdress had ridden up and she slowly spread her legs while fingering her cunt provocatively. “John, fuck me, make love or what ever it is you do.”
“Relieve myself,” I assured her, “No more.” My member trod the now well worn part to her vagina. My cock head dipped within her peach and soon she was impaled completely and our lips entwined.
I fucked her for an age, comfortably floating in heaven as she gripped me lightly with her cunt muscles as she smiled and cooed like a satisfied pigeon.
Finally I was done.
“Seven days as of this eve,” I commented, “I must have a little line up, decide which lucky chap samples you.”
“But why?” she queried.
“Why if you fuck me and I you with no other for seven days then we are wed in common law.” I explained as if she did not know, “So I shall line up the staff and see which cock you choose.”
“And if I choose yours?” she simpered.
I thought a moment“Then I shall take it upon myself to select the chap who cocks you instead.”
She looked thoughtful, then smiled a devious smile.
I thought she was dreaming of huge cocks, I should have known better.
It was evening when all the household were assembled in the servants parlour. Ostler, gardener, footman, I had no butler. Then the sawyers from the wood and the farm hands all freshly washed and wearing freshly laundered smocks. None wore leggings and their knobbly knees and hairy legs looked entirely comedic. Their ladies waited ready to rouse them to the challenge spurred on by the thought of the honour of the man with the best cock and the two golden guineas the winner received.
Nigh on twenty cocks for her to choose from and the Reverend Peasbody too in attendance and Squires my lawyer to see fair play.
“Gentleman, are you ready?” I asked, “Then loft your smocks.”
The most motley array of genitalia awaited our inspection. Morrisy the under gardener had a cock like an elephants trunk reaching half way to his knees yet as limp as a stocking. Halbersons stood out like a coat hook at 45 degrees, but sadly was only as long as a coat hook. Green’s cock was like a walnut, Hassocks like a pork sausage with bollocks like snooker balls.
“Feel them, choose my angel,” I whispered.
“I want yours,” she said and she kissed me and thrust her hand down my breeches.
My member stiffened instantly.
“Unhand me wench!” I protested.
“No!” she demurred and she squeezed my balls quite firmly.
“Agghh,” I screamed, “You evil witch you have maimed me!”
I wrenched down my breeches to inspect the damage.
“Let me kiss it better,” she said as my now roused member sprang loose from my breeches.
She took the knob end in her mouth and slowly began to suck.
“A temporary delay ladies and gentlemen,” I apologised, “Please have your members erected we shall be with you soon.”
The sun was setting. The girl was gently caressing my member with her tongue trying to make me forget, to prolong our union. I own it was among the very best cock sucks I have ever enjoyed. But the sun set was near and my needs could not be restrained. My seed erupted within her mouth. She choked briefly but I held her head against me until I was spent.
“Wash your filthy mouth,” I commanded. “Gargle with red wine I do not wish to taste slime when I kiss you.” I ordered as I wiped my member and pulled my breeches to.
She grabbed a carafe of wine and gargled my taste away. I turned my attention to the cocks.
“Well well,” I sighed. “What a motley collection.”
Morrisy’s was longest yet limp as a Cauliflower, Reynolds stood up like a broom handle and Greshams was so long and thin he could have used it as a sabre.
A wicked thought popped into my mind, “Reverend, do you not relish sampling the wench?”
“No My Lord,” he replied, “I refrain from those who are not pure, diseases can be rife.”
“Are you suggesting I am diseased?” I queried, and before he could reply I added, “Breeches down man, let the wench decide.”
“No, he shall not sample me, I choose that one!” she simpered.
Morrisy. His cock sprawled languidly. She grasped it and to her horror it stiffened.
“Ohhhh,” he protested.
“What have you been doing with that?” I asked, “Fucking horses?”
He blushed bright red.
The sun was just over the horizon. “Help the wench then, Lift her up!” I ordered.
Two of them lifted her. Morrisy’s woman, quite possibly his mother by the age of her, held his cock up and the two lowered the girls cunt onto his cock end.
It didn’t fit. Not by a small measure but it was entirely too large.
“Loosen her up someone,” I ordered, “Oh let me!” My member was rampant again, “Come here wench.”
She wriggled free and cam across to me and obediently sat on my cock with her legs each side of me as I sat in a chair.
“Oooh” she cooed as she rocked gently back and forth trying not to rouse me too much, trying to prolong the pleasure. I thought of all the whores I had sampled recently and had to confess she was one of the most delightful. A few dresses and trinkets, why keeping her would be a lot cheaper than whore chasing, indeed I would break even within six weeks, three months at the outside.
“You will have to wear silks and satins, have your hair styled,” I whispered.
“What?” she replied as if shocked.
“If you delay and we become married. Common law. Honour and obey,” I added. “The sun is setting, you have but moments to fuck another or your days of freedom are at an end.”
“Don’t toy with me,” she protested.
“Too late the sun has set,” I whispered and then ordered, “Say your pretty words then Reverend.”
“This sir is an outrage,” He fumed, “That is my whore sir and I wish her returned to my care forthwith!”
“This sir is Lady Forthampton and you will treat her with the utmost respect is that clear?” I insisted, “Hear ye, any as fucks my wife will forfeit on conviction both their balls and two inches from their cock end.”
“You cannot say that!” the Reverend snapped.
“No indeed the law allows only the running through with a Sabre,” Squires agreed.
“Then I shall slice open the ball bag, slice off the balls and chop off the cock end with my sabre in the spirit of leniency and fair play,” I suggested.
“Very generous My Lord,” Squires agreed, “I have a marriage license if you would care to sign it My Lord, perhaps the wench could make her mark?”
“Let me finish fucking her,” I requested, “And the rest of you, start fucking, there is a shilling each for you if join in my celebrations and fuck!”
There was a flurry of activity, mothers fucking sons, old and young contwined, till at length only Morrisy was left struggling to fit his monster into an old woman’s mouth and Squires and Peasbody were left looking on.
“Come on Squires, find a cunt, ass or mouth,” I ordered.
“I am afraid I shot my bolt in my breeches earlier,” he apologised but Peasbody was busy wanking his ten inch cock as he waited for Garth, the under gardener to move to allow him to fuck Maisy the parlourmaid’s ass as Garth fucked her cunt.
“Happy?” I whispered, “Lady Forthampton?”
She smiled.
