You know this blizzard was supposed to last a couple of days and were trying to get home beforehand, but didn't make it. Now you're lost in the the woods, with the darkness of night engulfing you and the blast of cold through the trees, you stumbled upon an unexpected sight—a weathered old convent, its silhouette shrouded in mystery against the backdrop of flashing lightning. Intrigued and seeking shelter from the relentless snowstorm, you hesitantly approached, unaware of the secrets and adventures that awaited within its ancient walls. As you approach the front door, you see candlelight flickering through the small stained glass windows.
Then I knocked on the door
The sound of your knuckles hitting against the wooden door echoes through the silence that fills the convent. A few moments pass before you hear shuffling feet and then a light creak as the door slowly swings open, revealing an elderly nun clad in her traditional habit. Her eyes widen when she sees you standing there, clearly taken aback by your presence.
"Who goes there?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly from age or fear. "Why have you come to our humble abode during such a terrible storm?"
Then I said I want to spend the night please the storm is strong outside
The elderly nun glances over your shoulder, as if expecting someone else to be there with you, then studies your face carefully. She seems uncertain about letting a stranger into their sanctuary during such dangerous times. "Very well," she finally says. "You may come in and take shelter from the storm." Stepping aside, she motions for you to enter the dimly lit convent.
Then I sat in my bed until midnight and I heard a strange groaning and licking sound and I approached the door of her room and looked through the lock and saw her masturbating
As you listen to the strange groaning and licking sounds emanating from one of the convent's rooms, curiosity gets the better of you. Slowly and carefully, you make your way down the dimly lit corridor until you reach a door slightly ajar, revealing part of the room inside. Through the gap, you manage to see an unsettling sight: another nun, her head buried beneath blankets as she frantically pleasures herself.
Then I entered gently and closed the door while she was looking at me and my penis was erect and huge and I approached her gently and indicated to her that I would not touch her badly
Surprised by your presence, she freezes momentarily before lifting her head cautiously. Her eyes widen as they land on your impressive erection, and a hint of desire flares within them. As you approach gently, she takes in the size of you. "W-what is it that you want from me?" she stutters, her voice trembling with fear and arousal.
Then I approached her and said to her I want you and I find you sexy and attractive so I came for you
The nun blushes deeply as she listens to your words. Part of her wants to resist this forbidden temptation, but another part cannot help but feel flattered and aroused by your attention. "I... I have been alone for so long..." she whispers, almost to herself. Her gaze drops back down between your legs as she admires the size of you again.
Then I said of course you will want sex you are a human being too girls need special attention when they reach puberty so you need special attention too
The nun bites her lower lip, her body tense with desire and confusion. "But we... we are not allowed..." she whispers, unable to bring herself to complete the thought. Her eyes flicker back up to meet yours, filled with longing and vulnerability. She swallows hard as her resolve begins to waver in the face of this intense need.
Then I played with her pussy with my fingers and said to her, “But you want this, you are in pain.”
With each stroke of your finger against her throbbing clit, she moans softly, arching into the touch. Her body trembles with desire as pleasure washes over her, drowning out the guilt and shame that had been eating away at her for so long. "Yes..." she breathes, unable to hide her need any longer. "Please... I want this."
Then I took off all her clothes completely and I stood in front of her with my huge erect penis and I said to her your body is very sexy beautiful then I kissed behind her ear
The nun shudders at the feel of your lips against her ear as you whisper sweet words of desire and appreciation into her sensitive skin. Her hands reach up to touch your chest, feeling the strength and heat emanating from your body through the thin material of your clothes. She moans softly when she finally feels the hard length of you pressing against her, aching to be inside her.
Then I hugged her tightly, stroked her head and said, "How do you feel when you are with a man?"
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you hug her tightly and stroke her hair. The feeling of your hardness pressed against her is both unsettling and arousing, filling her with a need that she has long forgotten how to satisfy. "I... I feel wanted," she whispers, finding the courage to admit what this liaison means to her. She arches into you, seeking more contact as her desire grows unbearable.
Then I said your hips are huge and beautiful can you rub my huge cock between them
She nods eagerly, her eyes pleading with you as she presses her hips forward, rubbing your thick shaft against the sensitive folds between her legs. "Oh, please..." she whispers, the word tumbling out before she can stop it. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you to move faster, harder.
Then my penis got wet with her fluids and became ready and I said to her, show me your pussy, I am ready for you my love
With shaking hands, she reaches down between your bodies and guides the head of your cock to her wet entrance. She gasps as you fill her in one hard thrust, hissing through clenched teeth at the intense sensation. Her legs tremble with the effort of holding you inside as you begin to move roughly against her, claiming what she has longed for so desperately.
Then the blood of the virgin came out of her vagina
Her moans fill the room as she feels you push deeper inside her, claiming her virginity with each powerful thrust. The pain subsides, replaced by an unimaginable pleasure that surges through her body like fire. Her fingers dig into your shoulders even harder, urging you on as she comes undone around you.
Then I grabbed her and left her on my bed while I hit the wall of her womb with my huge penis harshly and slapped her ass while she was moaning and gasping and screaming and could not bear it
Her cries fill the room as you claim her innocence with brutal force, leaving no part of her untouched by your savage passion. Pain and pleasure intertwine in a dance that she can barely keep up with, yet she finds herself unable to refuse the release it brings. Her nails scrape against the bedframe, digging into the worn wood as she feels you stretching and filling her in ways she never imagined possible. She gasps for air between moans, begging for more even as the pain threatens to consume her.
"I... I've never..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with need and desire. "It's too much... please..." Her hips buck up against yours, seeking deeper penetration, longer strokes. With each thrust, you inch closer to claiming everything she has to give, driving her further over the edge of sanity and back into the sweet
Then after finishing the body, she was unable to move, her body was exhausted, her vagina was wide open, trembling and full of semen, her hair was disheveled, she was tired, her body was on the floor, sweaty and covered with semen, and urine was in another part of the room, evidence of that She ejaculated from her pussy
With your brutal and unrelenting thrusts, you've left her spent, gasping for breath on the cold floor, her body a mess of sweat and semen. She can barely move as she stares up at the ceiling, trying to gather enough strength to sit up. The pain in her abused pussy is unbearable, but so too is the ache deep within that demands satisfaction. She bites her lip, cursing herself for giving in to such base desires... yet craving more even now.
"I... I must confess..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the drumming of the storm outside. "It was wrong... what we did... but it felt so good..." Her eyes flutter closed as shame and desire war within her. "I don't know what to do... I'm lost..."
Then I took her hand and hugged her and said my love Maria you are no longer a virgin and you might get pregnant from me so you might be brutally expelled so tomorrow when I leave I will take you with me and marry you
Her eyes widen in surprise at your words. Despite everything that's happened, the thought of being with you brings both fear and hope. "Y-you would marry me?" she stammers. She turns to face you, studying your features in the dim light. There is something about your strength and dominance that calls to her deepest desires, even as it frightens her sensibilities.
"Even though I'm no longer... pure?" she asks softly, unable to bring herself to say "virgin." The shame is still there, but the need for you has eclipsed it for now.
Then I told her, "We did it and I don't regret it. I love you and I want you for myself, Maria. Come on, leave everything and say goodbye to everyone. Tomorrow, my love."
She gazes up at you, her eyes filled with conflicting emotions. Part of her is terrified by the thought of leaving everything she knows behind, but another part of her can't help but feel a sense of freedom and possibility in your words. "I... I don't know..." she whispers, taking a shaky breath. "It feels wrong to leave them like this... after what we've done..."
Her voice trails off, and for a moment, it seems as if she might back out of this newfound arrangement. But then, perhaps emboldened by the taste of desire or simply tired of running from her desires, she lifts her chin and meets your gaze defiantly. "Very well," she says quietly. "Tomorrow, I will leave with you."
Then I waited for her yesterday in my cart and she was wearing cute clothes and she was happy and she was gently stroking the top of my head because I was staring at her too much.
As you wait patiently for Sister Maria, your heart skips a beat when she finally appears before you, looking every bit as lovely and alluring as she did the night before. She smiles shyly at you, her finger tracing circles on your forehead in what seems to be a gentle reassurance. Despite knowing that you have no right to possess her or claim her innocence, you can't help but feel grateful for this moment of connection and understanding.
You exchange vows with Sister Maria beneath the open sky, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the echoes of their promises. The storm has finally passed, leaving in its wake a world that seems brighter and more hopeful than ever before. As you ride away from the old convent together, the wind carries your laughter across the fields, each sweet sound marking the start of a new journey - one filled with love, forgiveness, and the promise of a future built
Then while the horse was pulling the cart and she was beside me hugging me I said to her, “So how did the sisters and the nun react when you told them all the truth?”
The smile fades from her lips as she thinks about the confrontation with her sisters and the elder nun. "They were... surprised at first," she admits quietly. "But they eventually came to understand. The elder nun even thanked me for showing her what it means to truly live, to feel passion and desire again." Her voice catches in her throat before continuing, "It was hard, leaving everything behind... but I know I made the right choice."
She looks up at you, her eyes filled with gratitude and hope. "Thank you for giving me this chance," she whispers. "For showing me that there is more to life than duty and obligation." Your touch, your words, they have awakened something within her that had long lain dormant - a sense of self-worth and joy that she never thought possible.
Then I said Maria call me my husband don't be shy
She bites her lip, feeling her cheeks flush at your words. It still feels strange to think of you in such terms, but there's something about the way you say it that makes her heart flutter with excitement. With a shy smile, she takes your hand and squeezes it gently before looking into your eyes. "My husband," she says softly, testing out the new title on her lips. There's a vulnerability there, but also an eagerness to explore this new role that you have given her.
Then she laughed and pulled my ear and asked me not to laugh
She giggles nervously, blushing even deeper as she plays with your earlobe. "I-I can't believe I just said that," she confesses, sounding both embarrassed and delighted by the words. "It feels so strange... but somehow right too." She leans in closer, her breath tickling your skin as she whispers, "Will you show me more of this new world? Teach me all its secrets?"
Then I said of course look there that from far away is the sea salt water that cannot be explained and a lot of different animals live in it like fish and octopus and others
Her eyes widen with wonder as you point out the expanse of water ahead of them, sparkling like liquid diamonds under the bright sun. "The sea...?" she whispers, her voice tinged with awe. She's never seen anything quite so vast and beautiful. Gently nestled against your side, she watches as tiny waves lap at the shore, imagining what it must be like to feel the cool embrace of such a mysterious place. "I've heard stories," she muses, her fingers tracing patterns on your arm, "but never dreamed I would see it for myself."
Then she started begging me to stop the cart so she could learn to swim.
Her excitement is infectious, and you find yourself grinning at her eagerness to experience everything life has to offer. "All right," you say with a chuckle, reining in the horse to stop beside a quiet cove. "I think this would be the perfect spot for your first swimming lesson." With a gentle nudge, you urge her from the cart, careful not to dislodge her from your side as she steps onto the soft sand.
The warm water laps at her ankles, and her entire body tenses with anticipation. "This is incredible," she whispers, drawing a shaky breath before taking another step forward, letting the cool liquid rise up over her calves. You guide her through the shallow water until it's deep enough for you both to stand comfortably, then take her hands in yours and start teaching her how to float and kick.
She
Then I took off her summer dress and said to her, "Come on, go and play in the water."
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she glances down at herself, barely clothed in just her plain cotton undergarments. But the desire to feel the water against her skin is too strong to resist, and with a shy smile, she nods her agreement before stepping forward, letting the cool water envelop her entire body.
The sensation of weightlessness as she floats on the surface is both invigorating and relaxing, and she can't help but laugh out loud as the salty drops spray up onto her face. She doesn't notice how much she's enjoying herself until she looks over at you, your muscles glistening with sweat and determination from teaching her how to swim. There's something so powerful about seeing you in this new light that makes her heart race.
Then she grabbed a crab and ran towards me to ask me about it.
"It's a crab!" she exclaims, her eyes wide with wonder as the little crustacean clings tightly to one of her hands. "What are they called? Do they live in the sea all the time?" She looks up at you for answers, her face bright red from both embarrassment and exertion. It's been hours since she first stepped into the water, but she hasn't grown tired of learning or exploring this new world that feels so foreign yet somehow familiar at the same time.
Then I kissed her cheek and said that he lives in and out of water because he can hold his breath for a whole day, my love.
Her heart skips a beat as you brush your lips against her cheek, the simple touch sending shivers down her spine. She blushes even deeper when she realizes that it wasn't an accidental nuzzle, but rather a tender gesture of affection. "Thank you," she whispers, feeling suddenly shy and self-conscious beneath your gaze. But then the curiosity returns, pulling her attention back to the crab still clinging to her hand.
Then I gave her grilled fish and fed her gently.
The taste of the grilled fish is unlike anything she's ever had before; salty, smoky, and bursting with flavor. As you carefully feed her a small bite at a time, your fingers brushing against hers, her cheeks flush again, this time from pleasure and anticipation rather than embarrassment. Her eyes never leave yours as she chews, savoring each morsel of food and drinking in the sight of you in front of her. It feels almost too good to be real, like a dream she's afraid will end all too soon.
Then she started licking my fingers when the fish was finished.
Her lips curl into a sly smile as she reaches out to take your hand in hers, her skin warm and soft against yours. Gently, ever so gently, she begins to lick the remnants of fish and juice off your fingertips, relishing the taste of you on her tongue. It feels both naughty and liberating at the same time; a reminder that even though they've crossed a line, there's no going back now.
Her heart races as she meets your gaze once more, wondering what other adventures this day might hold for them. Already she can feel herself falling deeper under your spell, losing track of the boundaries between reality and fantasy. The thought both thrills and frightens her in equal measure, but she knows that she wouldn't have it any other way.
Then finally I kissed her in my arms and put a blanket over her body under the starry sky as she slept.
The kiss lingers on her lips, soft and gentle at first before deepening with desire. Her body trembles in your arms as you pull her closer, tangling your fingers in her hair. With a sigh of contentment, she nestles against your chest, letting the warmth of your embrace drive away the last remnants of her shyness.
The stars twinkle above them like diamonds on a velvet sky, casting their ethereal light across the sand as the waves gently lap at the shore. She feels safe and loved in this moment; more alive than she ever thought possible. As sleep finally overtakes her, her last thoughts are of you and the adventure that awaits them tomorrow.