Message-ID: <43727asstr$1059815403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030802031544.30535.qmail@web21001.mail.yahoo.com> From: Don MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 1 Aug 2003 20:15:44 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Catholic Guilt MF lt ds preg Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2003 05:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge This is a story of erotic fiction. Any similarity of this story to actual people and place is purely coincidental. It is intended for the private pleasure of the audience. Any further transmission without the express permission of the commissioner is prohibited. No animals were harmed in writing this story. Constructive criticism is welcome, if only to see if someone is actually reading it, but flames are not. Enjoy. ***************************************** Lord Stephens had heard about the famine in Ireland, and had to see for himself. Unlike many proprietors of large Irish estates, Lord Stephens was concerned about his tenants. He regarded his Christian duty to take care of them. He did not realize the extent to which he and other Ascendancy proprietors were actually responsible for the conditions where the peasants had no incentive to improve their lot. Leaving his wife and family in London, Lord Stephens arrived on the estate in September, planning to stay until the social season started. The conditions were appalling. Almost the entire potato crop had failed, and people had nothing else to eat. He felt like magnanimous for contributing 1000 pounds to buy corn for his peasants, on an estate that returned over ten times that much, especially since many of his neighbors were not contributing anything. In addition, he contributed the passage for starving unemployed tenants to emigrate to America. As a high church Tory, he felt that was his Christian duty. All he demanded in return was to be treated with the deference that is due, especially by the women. As he had done in the past, he let it be known that he would offer up to four shillings to a woman to spend the night with him. That was almost as much as a worker would earn in a week. He wanted to be generous because he wanted to choose among a large pool of willing women. He preferred a woman who had been recently married, but with no small children. He did not want a woman who was lactating or more concerned with her children than with him. On the other hand, he wanted a woman who was married because he was more concerned with leaving bastards all over Ireland than with violating the sixth commandment. Several women offered themselves, but Meghan was by far the prettiest. She had short curly red hair that tumbled over her round face and bright smile. Ample breasts protruded out of her small body. Lord Stephens he decided to interview her first. "What is your name, my dear?" he asked. "Meghan O'Reilly, m'lord," she replied. "Are you married?" "Yes, m'lord." "Where is your husband?" "He went to America. He is supposed to send for me when he has enough money." "When did he leave?" "Last May." "So he doesn't know you are here?" "No, m'lord." "Do you have any children?" "My baby died over the winter." "I'm sorry to hear that. Why do you want to spend time with me, my dear?" "The money. I want to go to America." "Do you want to be in this house, with all the fine linens and food?" "Yes, m'lord." "Are you here of your own free will? I don't want to force you." "Yes, m'lord." As if a starving woman offered four shillings for a night of sex would have any free will. "Very good, Meghan. You will come here tomorrow night, and stay as long as you please me. You will be paid four shillings a day. If you leave before I tell you, you will be paid, but you may not come back. Is that clear?" "Yes, m'lord." Meghan curtsied and left the room. She felt she could submit to his lordship just as she had submitted to her husband. She had married Tom O'Reilly because he was the handsomest lad she knew. After they married last year, she found out he was a hard worker; he was also a hard drinker. When their baby died because they could not feed her properly, Tom decided to seek his fortune in America. Nevertheless, without him to support her for the past half year, she was lonely and hungry. Meghan gave little thought to getting pregnant, but imagined that carrying the baby of a rich lord might be better than a poor peasant. The next day, she arrived as promised. She carried a change of clothes, and not much else. Lord Stephens offered a large dinner of fish and poultry. She had had meat only once in the past month. "Take is easy, my dear. You don't want to get sick. There will be plenty for tomorrow," Stephens admonished. "Sorry, m'lord," she replied sheepishly. He offered cake and wine, which she drank quickly. When they were finished, Stephens offered her his hand. "Let us go upstairs to the bed room," he said. Meghan accepted and accompanied him. He indicated she should go behind a screen to use a chamber pot, and then he went himself. He poured some water from a pitcher on the stand to wash his face and hands. He asked her to do the same. "It is very important to be clean," he said. She usually did not wash that well, but she knew it was important to do as he said. He took a candle and lead the way to the bed. He removed his outer garments, and pulled back the covers. She also removed her dress, leaving her with just a petticoat. "Come here, my dear," he ordered. She approached him slowly. He suddenly seized her into his arms, giving her a passionate kiss. She was overwhelmed by his ardor, but tried to respond in kind. His hands roamed over her rump, frightening her. "Let us get into bed," he said. He blew out the candle, but there was enough light from the hearth to see what they were doing. She made the sign of the cross. Stephens ignored what he thought was a childish superstition. When they got into the bed, Stephens climbed on top of her. He was excited to have this young wife in his arms, but he did not want to rape her. Instead, he let his hands explore her breasts through her petticoat. He could tell she was getting excited, in spite of herself, because her breath came more rapidly. He reached under her petticoat to fondle her sex. She expected him to take her quickly, but instead, he just played with her pussy. She did not know why, but his hands felt good as they explored her body. "Let me take your petticoat, so we can do this right, my dear," Stephens said. She had never been naked with a man, not even her husband. With him, she would lie there as he would lift her petticoat, penetrate her, ejaculate, and leave. However, his lordship wanted to touch her naked body. He pulled off her remaining garment, so he could gaze at her. He realized that with a little nutrition, she would be beautiful. He bent down to kiss her breasts, making them tingle. While he kissed them, his hand went between her legs. She opened them slightly, letting him play with her. His actions felt good, but she did know what they meant. Suddenly, he stopped. "What is the matter, m'lord?" she asked. "You are naked, and I am not." She stared at him while he removed his underclothes. She had only seen naked men while they bathed in the river, and never close up. When he got into the bed, her hands went involuntarily to his penis. Her husband would occasionally make her play with him, but she reached for Lord Stephens on her own. He let her rub him, while he massaged her vagina. He felt her wetness. "Does that feel good, my dear?" "Yes, m'lord. What are you doing to me?" She was moaning with excitement as he continued to fondle her. Suddenly, he climbed on top of her, and easily entered her slit. She was not quite ready for his onslaught. "Put your legs on my shoulders. I want to give you the ride of your life," he said. "Oh my God, what is happening to me?" She said , moaning. He happily thrust into her, but he did not want to cum to quickly. Instead he moved into her, filling her canal. She clung to him, letting these new feelings fill her body. "What is happening? My body is about to explode!" she exclaimed. "Then let it explode." He picked up the pace. She involuntarily used her legs to keep up with him. The glow in her pussy suddenly ignited, burning her pelvis. He pumped rapidly with his rigid pole, until it could take no more. He burst, letting his cum spurt out as he continued to thrust into her. Finally, he could relax. He pulled out, letting her relax also. She was confused by the experience. Even though she had sex before, she had never achieved such a powerful orgasm before. She had trouble sleeping, especially since he began to snore. She got up and put on her petticoat. Finally she was able to fall asleep, too. When Lord Stephens awoke the next morning, he saw Meghan on her knees, holding a small crucifix, and praying. He could see that she had been crying. She was raised to believe that for women sex was a duty. The duty including conceiving and bearing children and satisfying their husbands, and even his Lordship. Sex was supposed to be endured. It was not supposed to be pleasant. Yet she had experienced extreme pleasure that night. That made her feel very confused and guilty. When she saw Lord Stephens, she smiled faintly and said, "I'd best be going." She reached for her dress. "Don't you want breakfast? Mrs. Finley prepared some rolls with jam and tea," he said. She realized she was hungry, so she assented. "Didn't you enjoy last night?" he asked. "I guess. I feel so confused. I have to leave." Stephens realized she felt guilty, based on her religious teaching. He tried to assuage it. He also knew how to take advantage of it. He said, "You have no reason to feel guilty. It's not your fault. I made you do what ever you did." "But my body never responded that way before, even with my husband." "I know things about a woman's body that your husband doesn't." She smiled, but stood to leave. "Don't leave without your four shillings." he said. "I don't want your money." But she took it anyway, because she had little food at home. "You probably think I'm some cheap whore," she said. "Oh no. I can have a cheap whore for a lot less than four shillings. I think you are a poor, lonely woman without any prospects who misses her husband." Her smile told him he was right. "How would you like to be with your husband by Christmas?" "That would be wonderful." "Stay here with me at the manor house until All Saints' Day, and do everything I ask, and I will do everything in my power to have you be with him by Christmas." "In America?" "In America." "With enough money to establish ourselves? " "With enough money. If you are nice to me, I will be nice to you. What better way to show your loyalty to him than to sacrifice your body with your Lord for a month, in return for a life time with him?" "Then I will stay." Lord Stephens called his housekeeper, "Mrs. Finley, Mrs. O'Reilly will be staying here until the season starts in London. See to it that she has everything she needs." "What about the other women who want to see you?" Mrs. Finley asked. "Tell them to return next year." "Where will Mrs. O'Reilly go next month?" "To join her husband in America." Mrs. Finley was relieved to hear that. She got the housekeeper job by allowing Lord Stephens to seduce her many years earlier, and she did not want Meghan to replace her. Meghan was happy to be staying, and proud that he chose her over the other girls on the estate. Lord Stephens would satisfy her in the bedroom and in the dining room, while allowing her to be loyal to her husband, in mind if not in body. She just had to do whatever he said, and she could go to America. Meghan moved her meager belongings to the manor house. She explained to her family and friends that she would be going to meet her husband by Christmas. She explained that she had a duty to join him, even though he had not sent for her yet. Many disapproved, but they were as poor and desperate as she and could not offer an alternative. Some of the women even secretly envied Muggins opportunity. That night, after dinner, Lord Stephens summoned her to the bedroom. He said, "You will have to obey some rules. You are here to please me and do as I say. You may wear a dress when you go out, but you must not wear any clothes in the bedroom. Mrs. Finley can help you get some new dresses. You must let me touch you in any manner I choose, and you must touch me in any manner. However, I will try not to hurt you. If you leave the manor house, you may not come back and you will not receive the money necessary to go to America. Do you understand?" "Yes, m'lord." Meghan realized that submitting to him was her only hope for a better life. "You may remove your clothes now." Meghan disrobed matter of fatly, showing neither embarrassment nor seductiveness. However she was actually very excited and a bit apprehensive about what he might make her do. While she put her dress away, Lord Stephens also removed his shirt and trousers. He sat on the bed. When she was completely naked, he told her to approach him. She looked prettier than he remembered. As he gazed and admired her body, his prick jumped to attention. He put his hands on her hips and drew her to him. He kissed and sucked eagerly at her firm breasts. She moaned quietly. Suddenly he jumped up. He tossed off his underclothes. "I must have you, now," he grunted. He pulled her to him, letting their pelvises grind together. "Take me, my lord. Use me for your pleasure," she cried. He pushed her against a wash stand, making her sit on it. She opened her legs, letting him enter her slit. He pushed in, until he was engulfed in her pussy. He jumped in her, consumed with lust for this peasant wife. He banged into her unmercifully. She held on as hard as she could. She felt that if she let him use her, he would also satisfy her. Soon they were both grunting as their passion grew. "I'm going to flow into you now," he uttered, between grunts. "Yes. Fill me with delight." She urged him on. His whole body rocked as his prick pulsed with pleasure. His penis vibrated with repeated spasms. Even when he thought he was empty, he pushed his way to more and more spasms. As soon as she felt her quiz fill with hot juices, it triggered as massive orgasm which covered her entire body, leaving her breathless. He stayed locked inside her for several minutes, until they both finally relaxed. "That was a wonderful encounter," he said. "Yes, I liked it too, " she replied, not knowing what else to say. "Let's go to bed," he finally said, removing his body from hers. Lord Stephens was glad she was Catholic. His Protestant mistress in England also insisted that he withdraw just before ejaculating. That avoided pregnancy but reduced his pleasure. Most evenings, their sex was just as passionate, but less violent. In the mornings, he generally left her alone, to do his business around the estate. During the day, Meghan spent time with Mrs. Finley or with the cook learning about the estate. He spent most evenings with her, but sometimes he paid social calls on friends and neighbors, or they called on him. He never took her with him on these calls. He said that she did not have the right clothes, but he was at a loss to explain her. She was the wrong class to be his lover and too transitory to be his mistress. Other landlords who also had tenant mistresses also left than at home. A few days after Meghan arrived, she experienced her monthly period. They both found intercourse during those days mildly repugnant and agreed to sleep in separate beds. However, Lord Stephens was not prepared to give up sex. "How can I give you pleasure without intercourse?" she asked. "You will see. Sit on the bed." Meghan at on her bed, naked as usual. Stephens stripped and stood in front of her. "Play with my manhood." he instructed. She gripped in her hands, tentatively. "Go ahead, play with it. It won't bite." She had never studied a penis close up. She rubbed it, because she thought that would please him. She looked at his face and realized she was right. She returned to his prick with additional gusto, pleased to feel it stiffen. Beyond that she did not know what to do. "Kiss it. Make it feel loved," he suggested. She leaned forward to kiss it and suck on it. Again the look on his face indicated she was doing the right thing. "Rub it against you chest," he indicated. She pulled him between her breasts. He was not sure how much additional manipulation he could stand. "Lie down. I want to fuck your tits," he said. When she did, he climbed on top of her, with his prick in the valley between her breasts. He pulled her twin hills against it, almost burying it. He thrust inside the tunnel. Soon he was rocking vigorously between her mounds. She found the tension on her breasts pleasant, but not like intercourse. He did not care whether it was like intercourse or not. All he cared about was the mounting pressure on his prick. Soon he burst forth, letting his prick spray its thick fluid over her chest, even hitting her in the face. She had felt his orgasm many times, but this the first time she had seen it. She marveled at his ability to produce large quantities of the sweat white liquid. She felt good that she could please him. He said, "I said you could give me pleasure, even during your flow." "I'm glad I could, but I will still be happy when we can resume the old way." "So will I." After her period ceased, he took increasing liberties with her body. The embraced in the nude every night. One night, he said, "You are my wild Irish bitch." "Yes, and I like it," she replied. "In that case, you are in for a treat. Turn around." She turned so her back was toward him. He reached around until he could feel between her legs. "Open your legs wider," he instructed. When she did so, he inserted one finger, and then two deep inside. He used his other hand to fondle her tits. She leaned back against him to give him better access. She was moaning louder, as he pierced her slit with his hand. "Climb onto the bed, but stick your rump in the air." She did so, slightly afraid of what he would do next. He moved her rear end until her pussy was properly aligned. He then thrust his prick deep inside. He used her shoulders to pull her back onto him. When he had set her position, he mauled her tits and pinched her nipples, while using them as levers to maintain her pace. She screamed with agony and pleasure. She tried to back into him. He pulled at her to set the rhythm. The position gave her the freedom to move with him. Soon they had synchronized their movements, so they were bouncing in unison. "This is best, ever! Keep going!" she exclaimed. He kept banging into her, releasing her belly crunching orgasm. "My body is on fire!" she exclaimed. He kept going into her, letting her control the pace. She pushed at him again, until another convulsing orgasm crashed over her. By then he also felt the tension boil over into his penis. He pi stoned her rapidly, until his prick pulsated with rapid bursts of semen. This set her off a third time, until she was almost exhausted. He let her fall face down on the bed. He then climbed in next to her until she almost fell asleep. Just before she dozed off, she said, "That was the best ever." They had many more sessions, some from the front and some from behind. But the end of the month was approaching, and soon he would have to return to London. He hinted how she might enjoy England, but she wanted to make plans to go to America. Meghan said, "I loved being with you, but my place is with my husband. I stayed with you just to have the money to go to New York. My husband may not thrill me as much as you have, but that is good." "Why is that good?" "Because if he had the experience to do that, he might seek other women. Even if I came to London, you will tire of me in a few months and leave me to the mercy of your other aristocratic friends. Tell me if that is not true?" "It probably is true," he admitted. "My husband is strong and handsome. He is even more handsome than you. With him I have a chance for a decent life. We may never be rich, but at least we'll have our dignity, which is hard for a Catholic in Ireland." He replied, "I understand. If you don't like America, you might find a friend in London." He gave her enough money for the passage, plus forty pounds, which came to a lot more than four shillings a night. She took a ship from Dublin for New York, just as he sailed to London. Advances in navigation had made sailing safe, but not comfortable. A month in a stormy sea, during which time she often sick, seemed much longer. Nevertheless, she made friends with the woman who shared her bunk. A few men made advances, but she showed her wedding ring, and said she was going to see her husband, and they all backed off. She was not sure how she would find her Tom, and wondered why he had not sent for her earlier. In fact, Tom had spent the summer and fall working on railroads, and could not communicate. He got back to New York just as the winter was setting in. He often thought he should send for her, but it would take over two months for her to receive the money and book passage. A full bottle and a warm whore offered more immediate rewards. When she arrived, she easily plugged into the Irish immigrant community. A few inquiries had her at dark saloon, where he was working the bar. "Tom, there is a woman here to see you. She says she's your wife," a man at the door cried out Tom was surprised to see her. "How did you get here?" he asked. "By ship, you ninny." "I meant to send you the money. How did you pay for it?" "Our landlord, Lord Stephens, was very kind to me." Tom wondered whether she was kind to him, but knew better than to ask. They had some dinner, and Tom took her to a room he rented in the back of the saloon. "It's my wife," he called out, because the saloon also doubled as a brothel, and he did not want any one mistaking her for a whore. When they went to bed, Meghan removed her dress and sat on the bed in her petticoat. She reached into his pants and grabbed his penis. "What are you doing?" he exclaimed. "I want to be a proper wife to you. I don't want you to leave me ever again." With that she pulled off her petticoat, and lay naked on the bed. Tom was surprised to see her body. He was also pleased that a pretty woman was offering herself just to him. He joined her in the bed. She opened his trousers, releasing his prick. They could hear some of the others in the brothel, which only made them more excited. "Do it to me. Do your duty to your wife." she urged. Tom entered her slowly. She felt much better than any whore and better than he remembered. "You feel so good inside of me," she sighed. She realized he was not as experienced as Lord Stephens, but she did not want him to be. She just wanted him to be hers. But she was surprised that his prick was larger than she had remembered, even larger than Lord Stephens. "I am glad you came to me." he said, his passion rising. They enjoyed each other slowly, until their passion built to the top and spilled over. After Christmas, Meghan and Tom bought a farm in Suffolk County, New York, where they could grow corn and potatoes. He was grateful she was there, to look after him. Meghan disposed of all his alcohol, thereby saving him from himself. By spring she was pregnant, probably by Lord Stephens, although she never admitted as such. Tom knew better than to inquire about the source of her money or the baby, although expected Lord Stephens was involved somehow. She named her new son Stephen, after her benefactor. He helped her realize that her month in the manor house meant the start of a new life. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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