Impregnating a Virgin Nun: A Rough Breeding Sex Story
By Arthur Mitchell
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Mary Finds a Mysterious Lover
Mary's parents had forced her into the oldest quarter of the city out of fear. As soon as she began to take the supple shape of a woman, with curves and desires they couldn't stand, they shuffled her off without a further word.
She had just had her nineteenth birthday when the carriage appeared that moved her to the little cell that had been her home for the past three months. It had all happened after she was caught kissing the neighbor boy. Her father was already frightened by the decline in his pharmacy business, and the idea of having his daughter succumb to a bastard child out of a wedlock was too much.
Her mother and father were stern figures by nature, and they didn't bother to bid her goodbye as she was spirited away. Her cheerier Uncle George accompanied her on the journey, since he had arranged her transfer into the convent, and he tried to brighten her mood by talking about the wonderful education she would receive.
She pouted the whole way there, and then received the rude shock of being tossed into a community with other miscreant girls and icy old women. Her life had fallen from the middle class opulence of the new century to one of drudgery. Her superiors cared only about disciplining her mind and body with a numbing routine of scrubbing floors, memorizing scripture, and praying in the little chapel affixed to their boarding rooms.
Yet, they couldn't kill her dreams, even the most blasphemous ones nestled in her heart. The single window in the study room she shared with the other girls was her escape route. Every day, she pretended to look to God's sky in silent contemplation through it, but she was really seething with resentment.
Mary longed to breathe the cool air and gaze at the busy pedestrians, teeming masses who lined the dusty streets alongside clomping horses and the occasional motorcar. Exotic men rolled in regularly from foreign lands, and suddenly her old boyfriend from her parent's neighborhood looked like a dim shadow.
These were rough, seafaring men and sleek merchants who had come from afar. Many of them didn't even speak English. They brought forth a tingle between her legs that the scrawny young men of her neighborhood couldn't.
There was a newspaper stand directly across the street from the window, and one olive skinned young man in particular caught her attention. He wore a neat suit that looked tailor made, yet he had a rugged swagger about him that wasn't common with the timid sops who had previously drawn her eye in her affluent and limited community.
As soon as he caught her staring, he repeatedly returned at the same time to pick up a new paper every day. She tried her best to smile and return his brilliant looks, but the sisters' presence didn't always allow it. She feared the day would come when he would vanish, without ever letting her taste the strange flavors of his skin.
After her colleagues were asleep, she masturbated furiously beneath the scratchy blanket they had given her to cover herself. She knew that a few other girls did the same from the little whimpers that escaped their lips at night, and the gentle rustling that sometimes flowed through the room.
Unlike the others, who believed that they really came from good families, Mary was an outcast. She felt no remorse at her self gratification, or her simmering desires to plant herself firmly on the unknown man's rigid cock.
She rocked her youthful hips against her long fingers until her brain melted into sinful energy, caring less and less if anyone else noticed. Each time she came away with a sopping wet palm and sticky fingers, she plotted a way to break from the confines of the convent and join the man she so desired.