Miss Semley, next morning

The sun was edging above the horizon sending a golden shaft across the bed chamber, glinting upon Miss Semley’s forehead and unruly tangle of hair.

She lay quietly beneath my bed covers, smiling, eyes closed, breathing softly, The coverlets over her mounds heaving gently. I let her slumber on, she deserved her rest, and more, seldom had I been so content after a dalliance. I wanted to rouse her and mount her but held myself in check. I wanted her to make the first advances.

She stirred, her hand stole between her legs as if exploring, exploring the cavern so recently opened by our union, it pleased her, she moaned softly and the suddenly she was wide awake.

Shocked she looked round and saw me beside her, “Oh my god, what happened.”

“We made love,” I explained.

“Oh god, oh my god, you did!” she agreed, “Of course you did, I am so sore, oh my lord you almost ripped me in half.”

“Does it feel nice?” I asked.

“Nice, how can it possibly feel nice?,” she asked, but her fingers were busy exploring her innards so recently shorn of her maidenhead and her pleasure was obvious.

A squawk from the nearby barn yard jolted her from her reverie, “Cock crow,” I announced

“Oh no, really?” she answered. Still abed at cock crow, that meant we were wed according to ancient law.

“I’ll not tell if you don’t,” I advised.

“Perhaps I shall tell the world, tell how you ravished me with no consideration what so ever,” she replied.

“I would contend that I afforded sufficient consideration,” I advised, “Indeed copious consideration considering the magnitude of my task, when such an aged and firm maidenhead required to be breached”

“Well you certainly breeched it,” she said, “And you certainly didn’t stint on the seed you expelled did you.”

“Would you care to conjoin again?” I asked.

“No, never,absolutely never, oh my ” she replied.

“Then, why have your fingers inside yourself?” I asked, “It excites you, does it not, think of how much better my member would please you.”

“Oh, I did not realise,” she said lamely.

“It feels nice does it not?