Raids in the Monastery

Sister Amy's finger slid gently over her clit. Pit slept with his mouth open next to her. She let her imagination run wild, remembering everything with great precision.

Eight‐year‐old Amy crawled into bed with Dad. He, the Duke of d'Alembert, was playing with his cock a little bit and Amy grabbed it as usual. She had already learned to rub his cock well and let him squirt into her child's mouth at the end. He loved it very much when the little girl took care of his morning wood so devotedly, she in turn knew how much praise and appreciation she read in his eyes. His wife, a fat, young peasant girl, lay next to him with her legs stretched out. She was chewing addictedly on her mouthful poppyseed, as usual, completely out of her mind and masturbating very slowly and devoutly. She was no longer aware of what was going on around her. Daddy said, "come on, little lady, I want to fuck Mommy!" Amy knew this girl wasn't the real Mommy, she was in heaven.

Amy lay down between her Mommy's thighs, so she had a direct view into the farm girl's fuckhole. She had seen it many times before, Daddy came with his cock and slowly pushed it into her fuckhole. Amy saw the cock thrusting in and out of the cunthole. Daddy laughed as he did this, the farm girl just kept masturbating, she didn't seem to realize that she was being fucked. Amy whispered, "Daddy, are you about to squirt?" but he grumbled, "Not yet, my little devil girl, not yet!" Amy continued to stare at the thrusting, and at the hole that widened as he thrust in and contracted as he withdrew. The farmer's maid, whose large pregnant belly trembled slightly as he thrust in and out, now involuntarily began to tremble and shake violently all over her body. Daddy whispered, "now, Amy, now I have to squirt!" She already knew this, he was thrusting hard inside. She could see it in his cock as he tensed up again and again and shot his juice into the girl's shivering cunthole. He had to do it a dozen times before he was finished and lay down. Now it was Amy's turn, she lay back on his chest and spread her legs in front of his eyes, so he could see everything up close. She masturbated much faster than the pregnant farmer's daughter next to her, she finished much quicker than her and wrapped her feet around Daddy's neck. Then came the big shaking and twitching, she trembled and schook her small body, and then she was done. Daddy gave her a smacking kiss on the wet pussy and Amy grinned all over her face, she was much faster than the other one, who masturbated for more than an hour until she was done too.

The farm girl had died in childbirth, as had the baby. Amy was just a little sad because Daddy was so sad too. In the morning she slipped back into bed with him, he was so sad because he didn't have a wife to fuck and because his cock was far too swollen as he hadn't fucked for days. Poor Daddy, Amy wrapped her arms around his neck to comfort him. She whispered in his ear that as long as he didn't have a new woman to fuck, he could fuck her! She wasn't a real woman yet, she whispered, but she had seen how to be fucked a thousand times. And she didn't want him to be so sad! Dad thought for a long time. "It hurts a bit the first time, but only the first time!" he objected. "Like a dog bite or a bee sting?" asked the little girl, who only knew that. "Like a bee sting," he said, "or not even." Amy lay down in fuck position, "then fuck me Daddy, I am not afraid of the bee sting!" she whispered excitedly with her eyes wide open. "It didn't even hurt like a bee sting," she said as he started to fucking her. "It tickles so fine when you squirt inside, Daddy!" she smiled. "It didn't hurt much," she said again, and he fucked her every morning until she was 18.

She turned 18, she had many lovers who she let cum in her mouth, because that was the custom here if you were a pure, holy and untouched virgin like Amy. Some of the lovers were allowed to fuck her in the asshole, she held her hand protectively in front of her pussyhole. Then the Gascons came, they raided the castle because the duke was away. The Marquis de Vallons was not satisfied with ass fucking alone, he fucked Amy like Daddy deeply in her cunthole. So it happened that Amy was pregnant when Papa returned home. He cursed the Gascons, but he had to put Amy in the convent, he gave her a hefty dowry so she and the baby would have a nice big cell and a good meal every day. He paid a nice little sum every year so that his daughter and grandson were well off.

The fact that the Gascons raided the convent every year and fucked all the sisters seemed to be a work pleasing to God. Little boy Pit, as Sister Amy's little son was called, charged at the Gascon clanking weapons, but was flung into Sister Amy's arms. "He won't hurt me, little one," she whispered, stroking his head, "he just wants to fuck me, and that won't hurt me!" Little Pit nodded and remained sitting next to her on the bed as she took off her robe and the Gascogner fucked her hard. Two more came after him, Pit watched curiously, as the fucking seemed to please the Gascogners and his Mom too.

When they were alone that night and he had waited dutifully until she had masturbated often enough, exclaiming "oh my Jesus!" or "oh my God!" softly over and over again, he asked her about fucking her like the Gascogners. But Mom smiled and said, "Only when you're as old as the Gascogners, only then will you be allowed to fuck. Until then, you can continue to squirt in my mouth, as always, and that's fine, isn't it?" Nevertheless, he had inherited his stubborn head from the Duke, his biological father, and he begged until Sister Amy allowed him to stick his cock in her pussyhole. He was thrilled, but she stopped him after a few minutes and he stood in front of her with his legs apart and squirted into her mouth. He was allowed to do this from the beginning, she rubbed his cock on her lips and finally let him squirt into her mouth, licking and sucking his cock in her mouth until the squirting was over. When she masturbated gently and with great concentration, he regularly fucked her with his little boy's cock and squirted inside, usually the little one could fuck her three or four times and squirt inside until she cried out loudly for Jesus and finished with a trembling "Oh, my God!". She said it wasn't right for him to fuck her and squirt while she was masturbating, but he continued to do it for years until she finally forbade him to do it.

Every year he was delighted when the Gascons descended on the monastery like starving locusts. Pit walked excitedly from cell to cell, bending over to get a good look at the fucking. The Gascons didn't care whether it was the 15‐year‐old novice or the 80‐year‐old Mother Superior, they simply fucked them all before riding off roaring and jeering. They only took wine and food with them, everything else they had already robbed earlier.

Pit stayed with the mother until the three or four Gascogners had finished fucking her, then he roamed from cell to cell, daring to fuck the sisters as they lay on their bed, completely spent and recovering from the fucking. Pit soon found out that after three or four squirts he couldn't squirt any more, but he could keep on fucking. Unfortunately, that was the only day of the year when the Gascogners came and Pit was allowed to fuck so often. Only when Mom went to Dad for a night or two to let him fuck her properly again, he slept with other sisters. They acted very shameful and called out for Jesus, Christ and the dear Lord, but they were only pretending and let the boy fuck them without any problems, that was a matter of honor!

Pit was lying next to Amy, at 30 years old she was a beautiful woman compared to the other sisters. She was simply the most beautiful of them all. His fingers rested on her pussy as they always did when she masturbated at night. She talked quietly about fucking her father, he was her first and most important man. She rarely spoke of the Gascogners, they were obviously a necessary evil in her life, they came to fuck her once a year, they wanted nothing else from her. She felt the fucking for a few more days pounding in her pussy, but it had no meaning for her after a few days.

Pit talked for days after the Gascon raid about the novices and sisters he had fucked. Amy smiled indulgently when he said cockily that he had fucked all the sisters except the Mother Superior, who gave him a piercing look that made him flinch. But the novices, they cried when they were fucked, but they held him shyly and tenderly when he fucked the young girls and they pressed him against their pussies so that he could squirt deep inside. They smiled shyly and reservedly when he went on. They were obviously happy that they weren't just being fucked by the old warriors, but also by a boy much younger than themselves.

For weeks Pit had been begging to fuck Amy, to fuck her the same way like the Gascons. But she wouldn't let him for a long time. Yes, he had been allowed to fuck her a few times as a little boy, back in the days. But she hadn't wanted to let him squirt inside, she had sometimes taken his cock in her mouth, licked and sucked it and let him squirt in her mouth. Did he not like squirting in her mouth anymore? Pit thought about it for a long time. He always went to the novices first, because in the beginning he could still squirt inside, and squirting in a novice's hole was much more exciting and nicer than squirting in an old sister's pussyhole. He thought to himself that squirting in Amy's cunthole could be just as nice as it was with the novices. Still, it was weeks before she finally gave in.

Amy finished masturbating, then pulled him on top of her. "Come on, fuck me, big guy!" she breathed. He penetrated carefully, "You're even tighter than the novices!" he realized in amazement. "Yes, father says that every time. He was afraid that his big cock would expand my pussy a lot when he fucked me at the beginning. I was only 9, but my pussy wasn't dilated, it got really tight again after the fucking. I think he likes it a lot, but I haven't asked him yet." Pit was fucking way too fast, she said, "slow down a bit, then I'll get something out of it too!" What did she mean by getting more out of it? "Father fucks me slowly and deliberately, he gives me time to reach orgasm and only squirted afterwards. He's not only my first, but also my best man!" Pit was determined to fuck her just as well as father.

He asked for the hundredth time if Dad was her father too, not just his? "Yes," Amy sighed, "that's exactly how it is. It's very strange, you're not just my son, you're also my brother. I've thought about it a lot, and the good Lord, if he exists, must have had something in mind!" Pit didn't say anything, because he no longer believed that God really existed. He had already read the whole library, all the handwritten manuscripts and all the new printed books. There were books in which clever people pondered whether there was a God, and many doubted it. He had also found some "smutty" books where there were lots of imaginative pictures about fucking or very dirty stories of men and women cheating on their spouses with others. Pit had never left the monastery before, but he already knew quite a lot about the mess that was out there.

Pit would sometimes sneak up to a novice or another to fuck her at night. It was always an adventure to get to one unseen. He had to use all his powers of persuasion, because only the novices who were here involuntarily went for it. The others, who wanted to become Holy Brides, only let themselves be fucked during a Gascon raid, and even then only very reluctantly. They couldn't refuse, it was a violent raid after all.

Amy of course noticed how hard he was trying to fuck her rightly. More and more often she breathed "my God, yes! Yes! Yes!" or "Jesus Christ!", but also "yes, just like that, my darling!" She loved making such exclamations while fucking, less for Pit than for herself. After six months, Pit managed the feat of giving her a nice, soft orgasm before he squirted inside. They now often lay close together after fucking and she told him about every fuck she had had in her life. She really loved talking about her fucking and addictive masturbating, she played softly with her clit as she talked and only fell silent briefly when her trembling body exploded gently and quietly.

Pit felt her clit with his fingertips when she masturbated, because that was how he had learned it from her, by feeling alone. He told her that he could divide the novices into two groups. The involuntary ones who liked to be fucked because they wanted to get pregnant, then they were sent home and escaped the unloved convent life. Amy gave him a little headbutt, because that was not at all okay! From then on, she gave the pregnant girls a few gold coins. He said the second group was also very interesting, the Brides of Christ. They flatly refused to fuck at first. But most of them became curious because he claimed he could masturbate them to the best orgasm of their lives! More than one in two wanted to know it. He masturbated the girls to orgasm, he had learned it from Amy, he grinned. And they all let themselves be fucked at the moment of orgasm, all without exception. He just had to catch the exact moment when she was racing towards orgasm. Now he could mount her, she greedily stuffed his cock into her pussyhole and, with a guilty conscience but grinning broadly, let herself be fucked properly.

The older nuns were also easy prey, he said, it was a welcome change from the joyless convent life, a change from the nightly lonely masturbation. Only the young sisters were not available, they had only recently taken their vows and that weighed heavily. Even those who masturbated like addicts wouldn't let themselves be fucked even in the most violent orgasm, but they would let him masturbate her, which meant a small victory every time. Amy asked her 15‐year‐old, which sister he had never fucked. He thought long and hard, Mother Superior and three other ancient old ladies, he said. She stroked her boy's mop of hair. "You're a very, very naughty seducer!"

By the time of the next Gascon raid, word had spread about how great Sister Amy was to fuck. They came in droves! Amy had to give up after the 12th, she'd had dozens of orgasms and her fuckhole was bloodied. The wild guys understood that. Amy couldn't fuck for a week, she only masturbated after days. She didn't worry about Pit, he wandered naked from novice to novice at night and fucked for as long as he felt like it.

He read more books, serious and dirty ones. There were leaflets, pamphlets and something like political newspapers. It broadened his horizons and Amy was truly amazed at how well he recognized and saw through the cogs of society and the powerful. She knew a lot because she visited her father, the Duke, every month and learned a lot there. She was happy to talk to her son about the outside world. She thought about it for a long time and decided to return to her father. Pit needed competent teachers, and there were none at the monastery. Pit was very excited, you can imagine.

The three of them slept in the duke's bed. The duke was already approaching 60 and his manhood was gradually waning. Fucking twice a week was more than enough for him. He thought it was kind of funny that his grandson was approaching his manhood peak at 16, he used to be like that, then. Pit fucked Amy 4 or 5 times every night. It was a very good arrangement, for all the three of them. Pit got the best teachers the Duke could muster. He learned like a sponge, soaking up the knowledge like water.

Every morning, old Agnes brought a tray with wine, water and fruit into the bedroom. She walked very slowly, slower than she had to. But she watched when Amy polished her master's morning wood with the tip of her tongue or when the young, handsome boy fucked the duchess. She could hardly tear herself away from the sight, the old Agnes. She closed the door and sat down under the stairs, where no one could see her. One hand under her skirt, she leaned her head on the underside of the stairs. She orgasmed one after the other until the images faded.

A few weeks later, Agnes had found something better. She went to the stable and let the stable boy fuck her. Old Agnes hadn't had a young, strong cock for a long time in her cunthole. The stable boy let her lean on the stallion and alternately fucked her in the asshole or her pussy. The stallion naturally understood that the little humans were mating and let his hose grow out. Old Agnes pointed to the huge cock with her hand and the stable boy laughed maliciously. He made her bend forward and hold on to the stallion's cock with both hands, then he continued fucking the old woman. "I'm afraid to grab him," Agnes said tearfully, for she was afraid of big animals. "Grab him like a man and then do him like a man!" said the stable boy, "you have to grab him really hard with both hands and rub him along his whole length, like a man's!" He squeezed Agnes' ass cheeks apart and fucked her with glittering eyes in her cunthole. She overcame her fear, she rubbed the cock with both hands and she had to work very hard, a long time, until the giant cock finally twitched and squirted at Agnes' feet. She immediately realized what the stable boy wanted from her, she rubbed the next day the big cock with both hands and let him squirt into the straw. The stable boy fulfilled his part of the bargain and fucked Agnes until she screamed "Jessas, Jessas Maria!" and fell to her knees, wincing and trembling. Agnes crossed herself three times and walked out of the stable, with her eyes downcast.

Two years went by in a flash, Amy was sometimes fucked by her father in the morning and three or four times in the night by her 19‐year‐old, who has become a great fucker and always waited to squirt until she had orgasmed and calmed down again. As if stung by a tarantula, Pit wheeled around as the murderous dagger bounced off his shoulder blade and lodged deep in Amy's shoulder. His first thought was that she would not die from this stab, however deep it went! The hated Marquis de Vallons let go of the dagger and drove his sword hard into the Duke's heart. Pit saw two wounded palace guards fall through the door, two of the Marquis' assassins fighting desperately with the pursuing palace guards. Pit stared into the triumphant face of the murderer, it burned itself into his memory. Pit automatically reached for his shirt and pants before taking the only escape route and jumping out through the shattering window, deep down into the fresh snow.

He would chase the murderer, hunt him down and kill him!

● ● ●