Novice

Novice or The Better To Offer My Warmth

The novice heard him moaning outside, shivering in the cold. He was trying to find a warm spot between the wall of the convent and the tree that grew outside her cell's single window. She looked down and saw him curled up on the ground.

She drew open the shutter and whispered to the boy, "What are you doing there?"

The boy looked up at her. "Please, Sister, let me rest here. I'll do no one any harm."

She saw that his clothes were no match for the cold. "Boy, if you stay there, you'll freeze. Have you nowhere to go?"

"No, Sister."

"Very well, then. If you can climb the tree, you can come in here, but just for this one night."

The boy sprang up the tree and through the window. "Oh, thank you, Sister."

"Ssh," she cautioned, "No one must know you are here and you must be gone before vespers."

"I will," he whispered.

"You can lay there on the floor."

He looked at her, his eyes pathetic with disappointment. Still, he curled up on the floor. "Thank you, Sister. Good night, Sister."

The novice went back to her bed. She lay there and stared at the shivering form on the floor before her.

The form spoke through chattering lips. "Could-- could I have a blanket, Sister?"

"I only have one blanket," she whispered.

"May I share it with you, Sister?"

The novice felt the thin blanket that covered her. In truth, it was scarcely sufficient to keep her warm. She realized that the floor was probably little better than the ground the boy had burrowed into outside.

"Very well, then," she said, "come here, Boy." He scrambled up from the floor and came to the bed. She stopped him. "Wait. Those filthy rags will soil the bedclothes. Take them off and put on the gown you'll find in the closet there."

He did as she told. She watched as he peeled off the thin shirt and her breathing quickened as she saw his firm chest rippling in the moonlight. Then he removed his breaches. She stared in fascination as for the first time in her life, she saw the firm flesh of a male penis.

She was shocked at its size. The massive rigidity that jutted stiffly out from the boy's groin seemed far too large to belong to one who seemed so young.

The novice tried to stop her gasping breaths. Her stomach fluttered with a strange warm fire that spread down between her thighs and she grew moist there as if her body was trying to douse the flames licking inside her.

The boy looked up as he tossed his breaches aside. He saw her gaze riveted at his manhood and her firm breasts heaving under her gown, her taut nipples poking through the thin material. He felt his groin muscles tense involuntarily and his scrotum tighten. The novice's eyes widened as the boy's penis throbbed and grew even thicker and more rigid.

The boy moved to the closet and pulled out the gown he found there. Like the one she wore, it opened in the front. He slipped in on and tied it closed at the neck and waist. He turned and moved toward the bed, his penis poking stiffly out from between the folds of the gown.

He lifted the blanket, sat on the edge of the narrow bed, then slid between the bedclothes. He pressed against her quivering form and she shuddered as his warmth enveloped her. She gasped as she felt his manhood prod between her bare thighs. She quickly pulled at her gown, but within the tight confines of the small bed, it had little result.

She hissed between gasps, "Boy, take care!"

He replied innocently, "What is it, Sister?"

She fought for breath. "Know I am betrothed to the Lord."

"I am aware, Sister." His stiffness poked deeper into her flesh.

"I will be chaste when I come to the Lord's alter. Be on your guard that you don't take what is the Lord's."

The boy stared into the novice's eyes. "I would not press an unholy advantage as a result of your compassion, Sister, nor would I be so foolish as to risk the wrath of the Lord by despoiling His servant's perfect offering." He took a deep breath and his chest pressed even more firmly against her breasts, flattening them against him.

"You-- you press too close to my Lord's purchase, Boy, closer than anyone save the Lord Himself ever has."

"Your thighs and bosom are quite large, Sister, and take up much of the bed. I cannot help but press against them." Making his point, he placed one hand upon her hip, the other on her breast and ran his fingers across them as if tracing their size. "You must admit that together within such tight quarters, we make much more heat than we would separately."

"Of that, there is no doubt," the novice sighed. "Please, Boy, do not make me regret my charity."

"I promise, Sister, I will not press further."

She shivered under his touch. "S-- See that you don't," she moaned.

They lay together thus intertwined, on their sides facing each other, her breasts against his chest, his stiff penis pressed between her thighs, and they slept fitfully. The boy kept his word and didn't press further, though his hands roamed freely across the novice's ample breasts. She awoke feverishly several times through the night when his caresses overwhelmed her. She saw nothing untoward in his embraces. He was obviously asleep and unaware of his movements and, as he'd pointed out, her breasts did practically engulf him. The poor thing was doing what came naturally to him. She certainly couldn't help the fact that his fondling hands gave her so much pleasure. Throughout the night, her thighs became more and more moist, both from her own outpourings and from the dripping emissions of the hot flesh rooted between her legs.

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As the first gray of morning appeared, she woke the boy and told him he had to leave before he was found. He quickly dressed and, thanking her, climbed out the window and down the tree. The novice watched as he disappeared across the meadow. Soon, the only evidence he had been there at all was the drying discharge upon her thighs. She felt a twinge of sadness and she pressed his discarded gown against her breast.

That evening the wind was whipping even more harshly than the previous night. As the novice cinched her gown at her neck, she heard a tapping at her window. Her heart leapt. She turned and saw the boy beckoning her from the tree.

The boy asked, "May I seek shelter here again tonight?"

She shook her head. "I only offered my bed for one night."

"It is so much colder tonight," said the boy, "I could offer you my warmth."

"You should take care of what you offer, Boy, lest you displease the Lord."

"I mean no impiety, Sister. My offering is as pure as your own. I offer it to the Lord through his chaste vessel."

The novice considered. She could not deny his offering. "Come in and prepare for bed." She crawled onto the spare mattress and watched him as his nakedness appeared before her. As the previous night, his penis stood firmly from the thick thatch of hair that covered his flat abdomen. It would not be hidden when he donned the loose fitting gown and joined her in the tiny bed.

As the rigid flesh again pressed into the hollow of her tightly held thighs, she whispered, "I must warn you again that you press close to that which is the Lord's."

"I know, Sister, and I thrill at the fortune that He was given me to offer comfort to his chaste sheath." He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her to him, crushing her breasts against his chest. "Does my warmth please you, Sister?"

"Y-yes," she gasped. In truth, his warmth enflamed her, causing her thighs to grow damp. "I-- I--."

"I can feel your pleasure, Sister," he replied as her moisture spread from her thighs to his. "Sleep now," he soothed, "Take your rest, as will I, so we may serve the Lord tomorrow." With that, he closed his eyes.

Eventually, she slept, but awoke not long after to find herself moaning as his lips suckled at her breast.

"No," she gasped, "you-- you take pleasure at the font of the Lord, Boy! Please, don't--"

He smiled up at her flushed face. "I only take what the Lord offered. Your gown had come open and the nipple appeared before me, inviting me to sup". She could not fault him at that. The cinch often came undone in the night despite her best intentions.

"Besides, I believe the Lord's servant finds pleasure in my ministrations, does she not?"

"T-too much pleasure, I fear," the novice moaned. He pressed his head down and nipped at the swollen nub. She cried out, suddenly thankful that hers was the only occupied cell in the wing and no one would hear her cries of ecstasy. While his teeth played at one nipple, his hand pressed hard against the other. Involuntarily, her thighs parted. In the next instant, he slid her onto her back and pressed his body upon hers.

Suddenly he was on top of her, his chest flattening her breasts and his hips prying her thighs apart. Her gown was askew, exposing of large breat and taut nipple, and parted below, revealing her smooth belly, furred mound and thighs. "No," she cried as he forced her legs open, exposing her moist and parting labia, her maidenhead bared for the taking.

"No," she cried again, her eyes wide with fear, "Don't, please!"

The boy raised his head and looked into her frightened eye. "Sister, I mean no harm. I offer only warmth, nothing more. Does my weight cause discomfort?"

In truth, the boy's mass upon her was not unpleasant and did warm her to her very center. "It-- it is very warming and soothing, yes," she whispered, "but you leave my Lord's vessel bared and defenseless."

"The better to accept my offering, Sister." He slid slightly upward and the length of his stiff rod came to rest along the folds of her labia.

She gasped as the hot, pulsing flesh nestled itself between her labial lips. "Oh," she cried, "it-- it-- you t-touch the lips of the Lord's cup!"

"To offer them warmth, Sister," the boy whispered, his voice growing husky. "Does it not warm you?"

"It-- it enflames me," the novice moaned, "I-- I--" The boy hunched his hips slightly, grinding his pelvic bone into hers. The base of his penis rubbed hard against her clitoris and her hips involuntarily pushed up to increase the pressure. He returned the pressure and she began to rut into his groin.

Her breathing grew short and soon she was grunting with each thrust of her hips. The boy raised himself up and massaged her thick nipples, making her movements more insistent. Suddenly she screamed and her body shuddered under him as the flames of orgasm crested and consumed her.

The novice's body convulsed again and again as she was seized by the orgasmic spasms. Her hips hammered over and over at the boy and her labial lips quivered and nipped at the length of the rigidity pressed between them. Her rutting caused the boy's firm mass to slice up and down along the slick, sucking folds.

The boy's breathing quickened, then, suddenly, he groaned loudly. Through the waves of ecstasy, the novice felt the shaft pressed against her grow thicker, then suddenly throb and jerk as her belly, from her navel down to the top of her pubic hair, was thickly coated with the hot syrup of his discharge.

Her eyes flew wide in wonder at the force of his release as she felt the rod wrench tightly against her as it pumped each thick jet of his seed pounding onto the tender flesh between her thighs to stream down along the cleft of her maidenhood and pool on the mattress underneath her. The intense throbbing of the burning mass between her legs rekindled the sparks of orgasm within her and again she was engulfed in waves of spasmic pleasure.

As the boy's movements ebbed and the flood of orgasmic passion waned, the import of what had occurred overcame her. She tried to speak while gulping for air. "You-- your-- seed-- you spilled your-- seed-- upon me-- you--"

The boy grunted, "I-- offered my warmth, Sister, nothing more. Only my warmth."

The novice cried, "Your warmth? More than your warmth, Boy, much more! You've given the heat of your passion, Boy, and the substance of your offering clings to my skin and saturates my bed!"

"But, Sister, I've done you no harm. My offering flowed harmlessly onto the bed."

"Yes, but--"

"And, Sister, in truth, don't you find my favors pleasing?"

The novice couldn't deny it. She did find the boy's service pleasing. It was, indeed, the most pleasurable experience she'd ever felt.

"Yes, but--"

"Then, Sister, wouldn't it displease the Lord if we decry such a gift from Him?" The boy's hands idly massaged the novice's breasts. She shivered in delight.

"I suppose you are right," she breathed. The boy's hands became more active at her bosom. She reached up and gripped his wrists. "But let us still our movements for tonight and take our rest so we may better serve the Lord in the morning."

"Yes, Sister," the boy replied and rested his head upon her breast. Shortly, fatigued by the struggles of their passions, they were both sound asleep with him still atop her. The head of his softening penis pulled up to nestle snugly between the folds of her still spread labia, where it oozed the remains of his passion against the inner lips of her virginal vaginal channel.

---

Again came the gray of morn, again the boy took his leave and again the boy returned with the night. This time, he let himself in.

She was waiting in the bed, her gown undone and her breasts exposed to the cool night air. As she watched him quickly undressed, her nipples grew tighter and the full globes rocked up and down in time with her quickening breathing. When he was naked, he came to her, sliding her back onto the bed and crushing her into the thin mattress. He moved rapidly between her thighs, pressing his hard penis tight against her parting labia.

She laid a hand on his chest. "Remember," she whispered, "I am the Lord's. I am not yours to take." She took his hand and placed it upon her breast. "Now, give me your warmth."

As the night before, they both began their rutting motions and together they cried out as the flames of passion overwhelmed them. Her flesh quaked under him as again and again the fires of orgasm licked at her insides and, inspired by her perpetually spasming hips, he again copiously anointed her belly with his essence.

Before very long they both collapsed into an exhausted stupor. As it did the night before, the tip of the boy's softening shaft again found purchase within the folds of the novice's moist labia. In his sleep, the boy's passions stirred and his flesh grew firm. As the fullness against her increased, she awoke to find her vaginal lips enveloping the head of his rapidly hardening penis.

Alarmed at the invading presence lodging tightly within the entrance of her vagina, she cried out, "Boy! Your shaft delves where it must not go! Awake, Boy! You press between the lips of the Lord's cup! Stop!" The novice pushed against the boy's hips, but he would not budge. The bulbous flesh slowly sank deeper into her and she cried out as the velvet tip pried apart her tender lips and stretched open her quivering virgin flesh.

"No," she screamed. She shook his shoulders, but the boy would not awaken and the head chiseled further into her. "No! Please!" She wanted to shriek, but feared it would awaken the other sisters. Still the expanding flesh burrowed between her legs, piercing into her, forcing itself deeper, filling her virgin passage. She was astounded to realize that as her panic increased, so did her passion. She grew enflamed with desire. Even as her mind filled with dread, her body grew tight with a carnal hunger and her vagina flooded with the liquid declaration of her lust. Like a flower, her vagina opened to him, aiding his descent into her very center. The speed of his penetration increased, pushing her over the edge. She exploded in orgasmic rapture as the thick penis continued its slide into her. Her enflamed passage rippled and licked at the fullness forcing itself tightly in. Her flesh sucked at it, pulling it in even more deeply.

In response to her spasming vagina clutching his manhood, the boy's breathing became short and sharp. The novice recognized it as a sign that he was about to ejaculate. "No!" she screamed in horror as she realized that he was about to inundate her with his seed. "No!" she screamed again as she recalled the half-forgotten teachings that told her when she was at her most fertile.

She'd thought she'd never have to concern herself with that, but now the knowledge that she was at that moment, indeed, ripe for fertilization filled her mind with a freezing terror. "Oh, God, please, no, please," she cried as she felt the boy's body tensing in preparation even as his thick penis plunged into her even more deeply.

The novice's breath caught in her throat as she felt the massive presence jammed tightly within her suddenly inflate even larger. Then she felt it throb fiercely inside her spasming vagina and a single "Oh!" passed her lips as she felt the dull pressure as his surging sperm struck her maidenhead and realized that his seed was now in her.

A strangled gasp stuck within her chest as she felt the head of the immense shaft sliding in yet deeper to settle tightly against the tender membrane. The shaft bloated again and the tip throbbed hard against the delicate tissue. "Oh!" she cried again as she again felt the blunt force of his spurting semen battering upon the fragile shield, flooding her vagina with the impregnating fluid.

As the shaft constricted, the tip pressed even more firmly upon the barrier of her maidenhead. Her muscles tensed as she waited for the next brutal throb, knowing it would rupture the obstruction along with her virtue, making her defilement complete. The shaft expanded and jerked, pumping another thick rush of his virile sperm into her vagina. "Oh!" she cried as she felt the intense pressure as her maidenhead stretched and strained in a vain effort to keep the fecund syrup from inundating her fertile womb.

The darkness that clutched her soul lightened as she realized that the sentry of her chastity had held through the onslaught. The attack was far from over, though, and she moaned as again the shaft ballooned and then shuddered forcefully within her as the tip spat yet another gush of sperm inside her, trying to drive it flowing up into her womb. This time the vicious pressure upon the tender membrane rekindled the fires of passion within her and suddenly she found herself again awash in orgasmic waves.

The shaft swelled and throbbed again as it once more pumped out the boy's rich seed. The novice shook with rapture at the feeling, now firm in the belief that her maidenhead was shielding her womb from the boy's prolific sperm. In fact, the porous tissue was only a small protection; even now his spawning fluid was racing to the mouth of her womb. The novice's only saving grace was that the barrier did slow the progress of the inseminate and much of it would die and grow cold before it reached its goal: the fertile egg that even now lay waiting deep within her.

Again the boy poured his sperm into the novice. Again, her spasming orgasms crested and ebbed. The meager cavity between her vaginal lips and her maidenhead filled to overflowing and her inner thighs were coated with the creamy syrup seeping from the tight seal of his penis in her vagina. Much more of his potent sperm flooded through the ineffective shield that she thought protected her from fertilization.

After an eternity, the shaft, finally drained of its potent discharge, began to soften and deflate. Her shuddering body began to settle and her breathing slowed. She was enraptured by the warm afterglow of her orgasmic ecstasy and she tried to hold the receding head within her still-aroused chamber, but the clutching undulations of her labia only succeeded in pushing the pliant flesh out. As it escaped her grasp, she was first overwhelmed by the void suddenly within her. Then she gasped at the volume of fluid that drained out of her vagina to flow along the crevice between her buttocks and pool underneath her.

She reached up to stroke the head of the boy, who still sleep soundly atop her. Her mind was a jumble of confused emotions. There was no doubt that the gift of the boy's seed was good, she told herself. How could it not be? Why should she feel such loss when he withdrew?

And yet, the gift could so easily and drastically change the plans she'd made. She recalled her conversation with Mother Superior when she first came to the convent. The nun had pointed to her wide hips and full breasts and noted how perfect she would have been for childbearing. That she'd conceive quickly and carry a child and give birth with relative discomfort if that was God's will. Mother Superior seemed disappointed that motherhood was not to be her path. Just over a week ago, during her menstrual flow, Mother had mentioned again that God had given her the gift of youthful fertility and it seemed a shame she wasn't to use that gift.

---

She remembered Mother Superior's words. "Youthful fertility," she had said. "Conceive quickly." The words rang in her head even after the morning came and the boy took his leave. They echoed through her being as her eyes followed his form crossing the meadow and her thighs slickened as his seed welled out from her vagina and down her legs. Already the feeling of emptiness within her, a void she never even knew existed, threatened to overwhelm her.

By the night, when the boy came to her cell, the novice was burning with a hunger that frightened her. She ached as she impatiently waited while the boy removed his garments, her breath short and ragged, her thighs already moist from her carnal need.

The boy seemed only mildly surprised when he pressed himself upon her and she reached down to take his pulsing manhood in her hand and place the tip between the lips of her dripping labia. The boy stared into her eyes and asked, "Sister, do you really offer the Lord's cup to me, to take it and fill it as I please?"

"N-no," she breathed, "I only give the lip of the cup." Her hand released the shaft as her labia clutched at the head, engulfing it. "I can only offer the warmth within to you in gratitude for your offering of warmth to me. Is it not pleasing?"

The boy grunted, "Very, pleasing, Sister." His hips began to bear down and the novice started as his thick penis pried and stretched the inner walls of her vagina in its advancement inward.

She cried out, "Wait!" His hips stopped their thrusting motion. "Be cautious! Do no press past the barrier that is my maidenhead, for that is not yours to take, nor mine to give. I am still pledged to the Lord."

The boy's firmness flexed within her and they both trembled in delight at the sensation. "You open the mouth of the Lord's chamber and accept my lodging?" As if to give truth of his statement, the tip of his rigid shaft sank deeper into her fleshy sheath, causing her to gasp.

"Only the entrance and only with your promise of care that you do not pass the fragile veil, for it is my fertility's only ward should you spill your seed."

"You are fertile, Sister?"

"My womb is prepared. Should your sperm pass the shield and flow deep within, it will root and I will most certainly grow big with your child."

Far from dampening the boy's passion, the knowledge fueled his aching desire. He felt the burning need grow within his groin. Still, he said, "I will be mindful of your needs, Sister. Am I to refrain from release?" Even as he asked, his buttocks jerked and the knob at the end of his shaft pushed further into her tight embrace, making them both quake in response.

"I-if you c-can," the novice gasped, "but if you are overwhelmed, you must withdraw."

The boy's voice grew dark with passion. "But your maidenhead should deflect the danger, Sister." His hips grew more insistent.

"The barrier may protect me, but the risk is great. It is better to-- Oh, my," she cried as his penis burrowed further in, "how good your presence feels within me! Is it as pleasing to you?"

"Oh, yes, Sister," he groaned as he pulled slightly up, thrilling at the feeling of her labial lips clinging to his shaft as he withdrew. She moaned as the movement across the tender flesh within struck fire through her being.

He slowly pushed back in and they moaned together as the head furrowed through the tight, pulsing passage. It pierced and prodded inward until it touched the soft tissue of her maidenhead and she cried out at the contact. He again pulled back, only to jab back in. He began to shallowly thrust in and out of the meager lodging within her he dared possess. The friction of the bulbous knob as it sliced back and forth through the narrow confines of her vagina struck fire within her and her being was engulfed in the blazing inferno of orgasm.

Her legs rose to wrap around his back and unthinkingly she dug her heels into his buttocks, spurring him to thrust faster, to thrust deeper. His breathing came shorter and more labored and she knew his need would overcome him soon. His attack became more intense. Suddenly she winced as he pressed in too deeply, battering hard against the tender membrane that blocked his complete entry. She cried out as again the unyielding mass painfully struck the tender obstruction.

She screamed, as much in ecstasy as in pain, as he again thrust in and again pounded against the weakening shield and the fragile tissue began to tear, no match for the terrible pummeling it was receiving.

Then she heard the boy's long groan. She'd come to recognize that it was the signal of his imminent ejaculation and a sudden fear gripped her. What if the barrier didn't hold? Again she felt his powerful stroke within her accompanied by a tearing pain as his shaft stabbed at her maidenhead. Far too late, her thighs instinctively began to tighten as she tried in vain to protect her womb from the inseminating invasion she knew was about to inundate her.

As the horror consumed her that he might shatter the last vestige of her chastity, she suddenly felt the shaft within her begin to swell as it drove inward again, cruelly parting her spasming vaginal walls, and she knew he was about to spend his seed. She yelped in pain and terror as the boy's penis cut at the shredding membrane while simultaneously wrenching violently against her inflamed channel.

"No!" she cried as she felt the pressure of his semen gushing upon her maidenhead. The driving rigor pulled back slightly, again bloating as it slid, exciting her carnal emotions against her will. Again it pierced it and again she cried out from the searing pain as it tore at the yielding hindrance. Again she cried, "No!" as his flesh throbbed hard upon the rending shroud and his virile semen jetted out of him and into her.

The assaulting ram again stroked in, inflating in its process. Her anguished "No!" rose to an even more horrified pitch when, accompanied by a agonizing pain, she felt the fiercely pulsing shaft wedge farther into her than ever before as the inevitable happened and his driving penis tore a gaping split in the delicate tissue. The spurting tip of the great shaft poked through the rupture. Unimpeded, the thick rush of semen surged through her vagina.

Ignorant that her virgin passage had been now and forever undone, the novice shuddered in surprise and wonder as she felt his immense firmness throb and pump in her tight deep embrace without feeling his semen gushing upon her maidenhead. She gasped as the head again receded only to spike in again, making her once more cry in pain when the swelling shaft again pierced its tip through the raw and inflamed wound to jerk savagely against the rippling gorge and spurt another rich stream of his seed directly toward the opening of her womb.

Each sharp stab of the boy's monstrous penis drove the battering head deeper, rupturing the membrane further, making her scream again and again in agony. The advancement of his pulsing, pumping flesh into her tight chamber was slow, though, and not sufficient to cause her to suspect that he had breached her defenses. She believed that if she didn't feel the pulses of his release upon her maidenhead it was because he'd spent his seed, even though his stiff member swelled and jerked painfully within her again.

Her mind thus eased, the waves of pain that raced through the novice's body mingled with the pleasure of the palpating shaft sliding again and again upon her clitoris, driving her to new orgasmic heights. Again and again she shook in spasmic rapture until long after his passions had been sated and he'd collapsed upon her quaking body. Even before the last wave of pleasure ebbed, she fell into a deep slumber, not to awake until the gray of dawn.

---

As had become her habit, the novice stared out into the sunrise after the boy vanished across the meadow. As her fingers idly stroked the downy fur on her mound, matted from the moist labors of the previous night, she considered the aching she still felt in her vagina from the boy's assault upon her maidenhead. Although she reminded herself that he hadn't penetrated her fully, the pain concerned her. Her anxiety increased when she discovered that both her labia and the bedclothes were streaked with a dark crimson discharge.

That evening, as the boy came to share her bed, she voiced her concerns. "Tonight you must take greater caution."

The boy protested, "Sister, I took cautions."

"I understand, but you advanced too deeply, causing me pain, and you ejaculated your seed within the folds of the Lord's chamber, exposing me to serious harm."

"I mean only to offer warmth, Sister," the boy replied.

"The blame is mine," the novice soothed, "I goaded you to proceed further than perhaps I should have allowed. Together we must remember." She laid her hand on his member. "You may share your warmth, but do so gingerly, as my flesh is still tender from last night's intemperance."

The boy positioned the tip between her labial lips and pressed in, and the novice moaned in response. He quickly took up a rapid tempo, rocking shallowly through the slight furrow, taking care not to slice too deeply. His rhythm quickly excited her desires and, though she ached to pull him fully into her, she took what pleasure he could give. It wasn't long before she spasmed again and again under him in orgasm after orgasm.

Even though her vagina sucked and clutched at him, he seemed to take to heart his charge. That evening he controlled his passion and was not overwhelmed. After a time he merely slowed his thrusting, allowing her to drift into a contented sleep before becoming still, his penis still thick and rigid within her.

As his weight settled upon her, the end of his rigored member slowly slipped through the tight channel, stopping to rest firmly onto the bruised and brittle membrane of her maidenhead. As she slept, the effect of their breathing kept her passion in mild agitation even through her slumber. The walls of her vagina rippled lightly upon the firm flesh caught in their embrace. He responded to her caresses with a slight circular rotation, causing her channel to grow liquid as his stiffness churned inside her.

Slowly he increased the length of his thrusts. He slid himself out fully so that the clinging lips of her vagina pulled up along the length of the shaft and slipped around the slick head to close before the dripping tip. The he rapidly jabbed back in, driving apart the quivering folds and gouging into the tight pulsing cleft, halting only after grazing the tattered remains of her maidenhead. With each firm lunge, his flesh sank further into the widening tunnel.

She stirred as the thick head began to prod and press through the ruptured membrane and the dull ache within her grew to a burning pain as his penis labored to fill her completely. Her passage quickly flooded with moisture as it struggled to quench the sting of flesh tearing within her.

As the previous night, her desire intensified as pleasure mixed with the pain. Her thighs glistened with the fluids streaming from her labia, her breath grew quick and short, and suddenly she was in orgasmic frenzy, awash in a state of carnality far more intense than she'd know before. Her thighs spread wider apart allow his hammering shaft to painfully jab in deeper. Her hungry vagina rutted up to meet each terrible thrust, swallowing more and more of the sharply piercing spike. Her legs rose to surrounded his waist and pull him down into her inflamed flesh.

As the waves of her orgasm momentarily ebbed, an awareness of what was happening filled her senses. "No!" she cried, even as her sucking vagina lifted off the mattress to meet yet again his rigid penis as it plunged down, prying apart the quivering folds of her vagina and burrowing her tight fluttering vaginal walls. "N-ah!" she screamed as the tissue that bared his entry peeled around the tip and the thick head speared and stretched apart her virgin chasm.

Her soul was overwhelmed in terror. She screamed, "Stop! You press too far! Stop! Stop!" He only grunted in reply as he drove deeper into her, jamming the head well past the barrier into the narrow inner passage. Above her, his eyes stared hungrily into hers, glazed with lust.

"Don't! You promised," she cried, "you promised!" Again, he responded by ramming his great shaft deeper into her body. "Oh!" she cried, less in pain than in the shock of his penis embedding itself further into her vagina. She was in awe that she could hold so much of him so far inside her. Her shock became overwhelming as, with a final mighty lunge, he buried the full length of his penis into the straining sheath of her vagina. He grunted crudely as his quivering scrotum pressed tightly against her dripping buttocks. Her breath caught in her throat as the head of the brutish shaft pushed tightly against the opening of her womb at the end of her engorged chamber.

Her tears flowed as she realized her virginity had been stolen, her innocence cruelly taken. "Y-you've ruined me," she sobbed, "you've ruined me! Why? Why?"

His only reply was a grunt as he moved within her. "N-no," she moaned, "please," but her body betrayed her as the thick presence within her rose up and the rough shaft rasped harshly against her clitoris, striking fire through her. She shook under him as he thrust sharply down, slicing rapidly into her trembling vagina and pounding firmly against her cervix.

"No! Please, no!" she cried over and over, but he took no heed of her pleas. He increased his tempo, furiously thrusting in and out of her spasming passage. The moisture flooded from her as her vagina stretched and contracted against the swift heat that pistoned violently inside her. It drove quickly through her tight furrow to ram brutally against the bottom of her narrow cavity, bulging and stretching her, tearing and contorting her, forcing her tightness to take his fullness. Then suddenly it reversed its path, dragging and pulling at her inflamed flesh as it rapidly receded from her sucking, grasping vagina. only to hammer back in again. Her back arched sharply as her body threw itself up into each savage downward stroke, even as she screamed again and again, "No! No!"

His grunts congealed into a long low groan and she twitched and spasmed underneath him as panic engulfed her. She know her final defilement was at hand. He was about to perform the ultimate consummation of their union. He was about to seed her womb and she would become pregnant with his child. His sperm would root and ripen inside her and her abdomen would swell and grow heavy with the weight of his issue until, in pain, she would give birth to his baby.

She felt his penis began to swell even thicker within the tight grip of her vagina. "No!" she yelped, "Don't! Not your seed! Not your seed in me! Please, no! Don-Oh!" She felt his flesh bloating as it lanced into her to punch fiercely against her cervix. Her breath caught in her chest as the head forced itself deeply into the narrow mouth of her womb. "Oh," she whispered as she felt it cruelly throb inside her. The thick spurt of semen surged directly into her womb.

His thickness was again bulging tighter against her vaginal walls and her mind grew irrational. He'd ejaculated only once inside her, she reasoned, and perhaps it wasn't enough. Then she felt the swollen rod pushed deeper into her cervix. "Oh," she breathed as his penis contracted and jumped inside her, pumping a second burst into her womb, longer and thicker than the first.

It still was only a little, she thought, as the presence between her legs swelled again. Probably still not enough for make her grow big with child. This time she could feel the contraction ripple down the length of his shaft as it jerked inside her. "Oh," she moaned again as his seed flowed deep into her.

Just a little more, she thought, trying not to feel the alien ballooning flesh in her body, just a little mo- "Oh!" Again his penis thumped at the bottom of her vagina as it squirted another stream of his potent seed into her.

His penis engorged again within her. He had to stop soon, she thought, before there was enough of his seed in her to bear fruit. "Oh!" she cried as his twitching shaft spat another jet of his sperm racing to impregnate her.

Now it had to stop, she realized. It was becoming too much. But it wasn't stopping because she could feel him swelling yet again. The stiffness pulsed again inside her. "No!" she cried as more of his virile seed flooded into her fertile womb.

She began to panic as her vagina again became even fuller with his bloating member. He wasn't stopping and there was too much of his seed in her already! "No!" she screamed as she felt the wrenching within her that deposited another rich surge of semen into her.

There was too much, her mind screamed as he swelled yet again. He was filling her with his seed! The lurching penis again quivered against her vaginal walls and she howled, "No!" as the tip, still rammed tight into the opening at the end of her vagina, spewed more of his seed into her womb.

As the flesh buried in her engorged again, her mind could no longer deny her plight. He'd planted enough seed into her womb to sire a child. "No!" she wailed, feeling the harshly throbbing shaft pump still more of his breeding syrup into her.

"God!" The novice's cry filled the air as she felt deep within her the boy's penis bloating yet again. "No!" The shaft pulsed again as the torrent continued to inundate her womb. "God!" She came to believe it would never end as the penis once more bulged tight against the flesh of her enflamed channel, "No!" Her tender sheath narrowed about his constricting member as it again filled her with his prolific release.

"God! No! God! No!" she shrieked over and over as his inexhaustible spike ceaselessly throbbed and spurt within her raw, splayed passage, pulsing and pumping seemingly limitless volumes of his semen into her overflowing womb. The creamy secretion filled her to bursting, bubbling out of her tightly occupied vagina, frothing from between her swollen labial lips, coating her thighs and buttocks.

"God! No! God! No!" she continued to howl even as the terrible thumping inside her began to taper and the copious streams of semen grew thin, even as, finally sated, the boy fell cruelly onto her frantically convulsing body, his depleted penis softening within her bruised and ruined depths, even as his shriveled member abandoned her debauched chamber, even as he rose from the soiled and soaked bed and fled into the night.

"God! No! God! No!" she moaned again and again as she lay naked and exposed, shivering in the cold. Her legs were still spread, her parted thighs trembling as the gummy slickness coating them cooled in the frigid air. Her raw labial lips were splayed wide, exposing the bruised flesh of her gaping vagina. Globules of congealing semen mixed with clotting blood rolled thickly from the open chasm, sliding slowly between her buttocks staining her skin and the sopping bedclothes under her.

As she rolled onto her side, curling as her body instinctively tried to warm itself, her shivering increased as her dripping bottom was exposed to the cold and her vagina's discharge poured out onto her thighs. Somehow she found her blanket and, still moaning, she fell into a fitful sleep, whimpering through the night.

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When she awoke in the morning, her first prayer was that it had all been a dream, a hope that was shattered when she realized her vagina was still seeping semen onto her thighs. Intense pain radiated from between her legs as she forced herself out of her bloodstained bed and began the long task of cleansing her violated body.

As she sponged away the proof of her infidelity, she prayed to the Lord for His forgiveness, not just for her unfaithfulness, but for her decision to conceal the desecration. It was still possible, she decided, that conception might not result from the boy's transgression. It might have been too early or too late, she reasoned, or she could be barren. It was possible that she might not be with child. It was possible.

She begged for her deliverance during first vespers, even as the semen continued to seep from her labia and down her thighs. She added to her petitions the plea that the sticky evacuation did not stain her gown. She silently whispered her appeal as she went about her morning chores, during midday vespers and while she did her afternoon tasks. After last vespers ended and she prepared for the night's retreat, the faith grew within her that her desperate prayer might be granted. The seeping has stopped and the stabbing pain when she walked had lessened to a dull soreness.

As she began her evening bath, she frowned at a delicate flutter that tickled within her abdomen and spread through her body, turning her skin crimson. As the warm glow swept over her, she knew that the seed had just found fertile ground and had taken root. She knew she was with child.

Her fears were confirmed when her menstrual flow refused to begin when expected. Still she tried to keep her shame a secret. When her abdomen had swelled so full that it was impossible to hide, she confessed her plight to Mother Superior, whose only comment was her disappointment that she'd not been told sooner.

On the evening of the confession, when the acolyte came to Mother Superior's bedchamber and fell upon her plump bosom, she shared with him the novice's condition. "She's very large for her time," she said. "She'll bear a healthy issue. You've done well." She reached down and gripped his thickening penis, pressing the head into the thick folds of her dry labia.

"Thank you, Sister," he whispered and thrust sharply into her.

She winced at the quick penetration while in her mind once again cursing the God that made her barren and unresponsive. "There is a new novice," she said as his jabs grew quick and insistant. "I expect you'll be discrete."

The acolyte looked down at her with glazed eyes. "Yes, Sister," he grunted as he began to spasm inside her.

The End

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