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“Oh that one,” I agreed. “And for which you get to sample any unsullied new maids,” the Nun answered. “And have you come to offer yourself on that basis?” I enquired. “No, you idiot," she snapped, “You had me and now I am with child!” “I had you?” I asked incredulously, “Are you sure?” “Yes my dear, are you sure, did you see hs face clearly?” Carruthers asked. “Of coure she did you bloody fool,” I retorted, “Unless of course I sodomised her in the dark.” “No, I had my habit over my head but Reverend Mother said it was you.” she explained. “What is this about Carruthers?” I asked, “Convents, buggering Nuns, it really is most odd.” Carruthers went a strange shade of red. “His babe Lordship the third Baron had an arrangement with the Convent,” Carruthers explained, “In exchange for a small consideration the Convent made available every unsullied novice small tits for his Lordship to sample.” That was your grand father my lord.” “And what have I to do with this?” I asked. “Well my lord when your father became incapable he asked me to srvice Brunette the wenches in his place.” Carruthers explained. “So it was you!” the Nun squealed, “The servant!” “Indeed,” Carruthers agreed, “I am sorry my lord but when his lordship deceased I am afraid I neglected to inform the mother superior and continued to serve in your place.” “Good lord,” I opined, “Buggery with a gal, I know some of my chums bugger the footmen but never thought of buggering a gal.” “He didn’t, he took my womb,” she explained. “Took her womb?” I queried. “Shafted her from behind in her vagina,” Hardcore Carruthers explained. “What?” I demanded uncomprehending. “Fucked her pussy from behind,” Carruthers explained. “What has her cat to do with this?” I queried as my mind raced. “Nothing Lord,” Carruthers insisted, “Tis a slang name for her cut.”. “What?” I demanded as russian still I struggled to comprehend. “Dear god,” The Nun exploded, “They made me bend over the end of the bed, threw my habit over my head so I shouldn’t see who was abusing me and you fornicated with me.” “Up the tradesmen's?” I asked, “The back passage?” “No the front,” they spoke in unison. “Oh dear god,” I cursed, “When was this I own I don’t remember a thing.” “Carruthers just said he did it!” the Nun insisted. “Then you must marry the Nun,” I insisted. “Oh forget it,” the Nun sighed, “I thought if it was his Lordship he might do his duty and make me an offer.” “How much were you asking,” I enquired, “Only I don’t generally go wenching before luncheon?” “Marriage my Lord," Carruthers explained. Sharon drug the poor pizza delivery boy, who was clearly college-aged and pushed him onto one of the leather couches in the living room and gave him a wonderful tip……a blowjob. “Mhmm” I was in a trance. She let out another soft scream in protest as the foreign member buried itself inside her pussy and spasmed again and again, filling her with the stranger’s exuberance. He ordered the other boys to turn around and scorn me. Then coach yelled, “Cover that boner with the towel!” Seeing those 30 soft dicks lined up, even as they began laughing at me with babe a wet towel russian draped over my stiff tent pole, was humiliating at the same time it excited me. I got the first inkling of how thrilling a good humbling can feel and I felt oddly proud that I was “different,” the same way I would feel, years later, in a group of young men as the only one willing to be the "cum bucket" at a frat party…I noticed my friend Steve, one of my lunch buddies, an Asian boy with a thick bush of black pubic hair and a long thin cock, at small tits the end of the line getting an erection as he watched my humiliation. "Move," she said. He makes you feel the things you felt with Bobby, and you're in love with him the same way. Apparently Carl did and he kept playing with my pussy as I got hotter and hotter. Carl?” Melinda finally gave in and opened her mouth wide. Her eyes fluttered. Gaia watched the whole exchange before speaking, her voice becoming emotionless, though her brown eyes told another story. It was so small and his cock looked huge poised at the entrance. Mitch lubed up and slammed it home. It was old Mr. Lund, who had the apartment directly below theirs. She switched hands with her cigarette and brought her right Hardcore hand down under her soaked painties and began to masterbate herself. “Would your boyfriend be there?” she asked. My brother, Aingeal, and Zanyia slipped out of the Brunette woods into the clearing as I began my count.