1. Miss Gresham's honour lost.


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Fiction, Coercion, First Time, Male/Teen Female, Romance, Virginity, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 84.1, Source: sexstories.com

    reassuringly in the cool air. She stared at my member, with more curiosity than fear. I touched her inner thigh, she moaned softly, her skin was so soft, silken almost, no sign of dark hair, had she shaved them? I touched her mound, “No!” she protested, “Please!” “Quiet,” I demanded, “Now relax and enjoy, or clench and suffer the consequences.” I ran my finger tip around the groove seeking the moist entrance to her womb but her muscles clenched firmly denying me. She trembled as if chilled. I swept her gown from her left shoulder, it fell revealing her left breast. I brushed the nipple tenderly and watched and felt it harden She gasped as the teat swelled under my touch. With my other hand I explored between her legs until I found the soft yielding place and eased my finger tip in to her virgin womb. She moaned softly, further my finger entered and further she yielded, a second finger I entered, a third seeking her virginity. I went to use my thumb but, “No please!” she pleaded but she made no attempt to throw me off as I sank down and knelt between her knees. “Damn you my patience is exhausted,” I declared and I grasped my now fully erect member, and sought her womb as a place to embed it. It seemed odd that she stared with unseemly interest but I paid it no heed. It seemed most odd on reflection, but as I advanced she made no attempt to escape, indeed her hand stole to her exposed breast, perhaps to cover it again perhaps to arouse herself but again I paid no heed as I ...
    eased her thighs wide apart. A final exploration with a finger proved her womb was ready to receive me so I aimed my member at her womb and as the tip parted her soft moist vaginal lips in my mind were thoughs of naught but sheathing myself and taking her honour, pleasure would be but a bonus. The lips of her womb welcomed me more easily than I expected. She seemed excitedly moist. I entered far more easily than I expected and when I went to thrust against her maidenhead, there was naught to slow me. Nothing. So instead of having to repeatedly thrust against her maidenhead to burst it asunder, I quite suddenly found I was sheathed entirely indeed my root was against her belly and I was sheathed completely. Realisation took a moment but then it was laid bare, she had no maidenhead. She was no virgin, she had no honour and indeed she was matching my every thrust and enjoying it as wantonly as any brothel whore. Realisation hit me, she had tricked me “Oh Mr Thomsett you have taken my honour!” she giggled. “You had no honour!” I protested. “But who is to know?” she giggled, “No one, but pray continue. Have your evil way with me, use me like a whore if you will.” ”You tricked me!” I protested. “Mmmmm,” she whispered, “I have a weakness for broad shoulders, a firm jaw line and a nice bulge in the breeches.” “Well rest assured I have no weakness for disagreeable bean poles who trick me,” I replied. “Fine words Mr Thomsett,” she teased, “But your member disagrees, he just loves it inside ...
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