1. Prim Miss Williams DP'd 4 some


    Date: 7/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Group Sex, Rape, Reluctance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    shuddering explosion my seed was coursing through my member and into her womb, she shuddered, but our kiss went on for ever, or so it seemed until we both found ourselves gasping for breath. “Sated?” I asked. “No, I am even more sore than hitherto,” she said resignedly. “No matter, it will ease I am sure.” I replied as I retrieved my breeches and dressed, “We shall conjoin again after supper in the hope that it will ease your discomfort.” “And if that does not effect a cure?” she asked. “Why we shall try again on the morrow,” I promised. “You intend to imprison me here?” she queried. “Oh no, indeed not,” I assured her, “No you may come and go as you please, I shall have your things brought here, you shall share my bed,” I explained. “And my feelings?” she asked, “Do they count for naught?” “Naught, Miss Williams, for you have a robust constitution, strong child bearing hips, comely visage, indeed all the qualities for good breeding, you have been pure and godly and I propose to make you fat with child,” I declared, “So what say you?” “Are you proposing marriage?” she queried. “Male heir first Miss Williams, I shall allow six months for the swellings to start, if you fail me I shall look elsewhere, do we ...
    have an understanding.?” I asked. “And if not swollen I can go home?” she asked. “Indeed but I set myself the challenge to give the child every opportunity for life.” I confirmed. “And the child?” she asked. “A male I shall name as my heir, a female, well, we can always try again, what say you Miss Williams.” I asked. “I concur,” she agreed, “If you can pretend that you love me, and call me by my christian name and allow me to use yours.” “I cannot pretend Serena,” I said, “Give me a healthy son and I shall love you.” “How soon do you think you will be recovered, John?” she asked, “For I see no reason to wait until bed time to try again.” Four bloody useless daughters that woman produced for me, four, until finally baby John was delivered, as perfect a specimen as ever was born. Ten and more first borns too stared back at me through my eyes as Miss Williams was shrewd enough to allow me my pleasure with skinny peasant brides to be so I was reminded of how bony and skittish they were and how much more accommodating and undemanding my Miss Williams was. Not that milking my member three and four times a day was not undemanding, but it kept me from straying for a considerable while. But that is another story.
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