Copyright (c) 2012,   madvlad.  ALL Rights Reserved

Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Friday, February 10, 2012

This story may be downloaded by Palisade members uniquely for their private use, and 
may not be distributed for profit or posted to newsgroups or other websites.  Mr Double 
may be contacted by emailing mrdouble@mrdouble.com.


A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: theinnk4.txt
http://www.mrdouble.com





 



story_codes: F/f, f/g, fg/g. incest, cons  (f=13. g,g = 7,4)

story_intro: At the convent, thirteen year-old Mary learns about a different kind of sex from one of the younger nuns up in the hayloft. Later, she passes on what she teaches to her sister, Matilda, 7. And when their baby sister, Tess, comes to visit, they can't wait to show her the funnest place in the convent.

story_language: English





The Innkeeper's Daughters: Fun in the Hayloft

Written by madvlad


Note: This takes place at the same time as Part 3

	Thirteen year-old Mary thought carefully before taking her little sister, Matilda, to the loft above the stables. It would be a quiet place where they could be alone together without fear of intrusion. It had been a month since Mary and her seven year-old sister had been taken to live at the convent after the attack that had left them and their two other sisters orphans.

	At first, Mary had been a little jealous that her sisters Ellen and Tess got to live at the earl's castle. But the girl found that she liked the relative quiet among the nuns and there were other orphaned girls who lived there as well. When they were old enough, they could choose whether to go out into the world or to remain at the convent and take their vows to become novice nuns. In the mean time, all of the children were schooled in reading, writing, and math as well as learning how to cultivate a garden, sew, and cook.

	But what had recently made Mary even more fond of the convent were her recent session with Sister Thea, one of the younger nuns.

	"I don't hurt down there anymore, but I'm afraid to even be near a man when they come to deliver things here. Even Brother Andrew from the monastery makes me nervous and he has never said so much as 'Boo!' to me."

	Mary sniffled as she paused in her talking. She was sitting in the loft with Sister Thea. While all of the nuns, including Mother Superior Agatha, had been kind to her, Sister Thea was the one she felt most comfortable talking to. Having just finished her novitiate and taken her full vows, Thea was eighteen, which made her more like an older sister (no pun intended) to Mary.

	"I remember hearing my mother and father doing it in bed," she continued. "But what those men did to me was horrible. How could a woman or a girl want anything to do with this?"

	Thea put her hand around Mary's shoulder and hugged the girl to her. Then the young woman tilted Mary's chin up and looked at her with warmth in her dark eyes.

	"It can be a pleasurable thing, Mary. I knew a boy once when I was just a year older than you who..." the nun stopped, thinking about the past and smiled wistfully. "Well, let's just say that we were found out and then I wound up coming here. But I found my reasons for remaining here soon enough."

	"You mean you had done...it?" Mary gasped.

	Thea nodded with a rueful grin and went on.

	"Although Mother Agatha and most of the sisters here will say the flesh must be denied, there are a few of us who find no sin in pleasure."

	"What do you mean?"

	"Shall I show you?"

	"Yes."

	What began as a chaste peck on the mouth slowly evolved into a lover's kiss as Thea's tongue gently probed and licked the inside of Mary's mouth until the girl surrendered and responded likewise. Thea tilted her head enough to make their open mouths mash more closely together around their dueling tongues.

	Mary moaned as they kissed, partly from the oral love and partly from Thea's hand which was testing the firmness of Mary's young breasts through her woolen dress. Finding the most sensitive spot, Thea rubbed it with her thumb, making Mary's nipple spring to life as the wool fabric agitated it. Mary didn't even think to stop in shame as everything that the nun did to her felt so good and so right. The thirteen year-old kept squeezing her thighs together as her body reacted to Thea's attentions.

	Mary never protested as Thea removed her dress and had her lie in the hay. The nun resumed her deep kissing before shifting down to nuzzle her neck and then reaching her new, pert breasts. Mary knew she didn't have the growth there of a woman and was worried what Thea might think. But the young woman smiled and licked her lips and her hands cradled the smooth flesh. Each one was the size of a small apple and, like the forbidden fruit of Eden, they were lovingly tasted by Thea.

	As her lips released Mary's left breast, Thea kept the tip of her tongue in contact with Mary's skin as she moved to the right one. As she sucked on the girlish teat, she admired her work on the other, leaving the reddish pink nipple engorged with lust while shining with the nun's saliva. With Mary's right tit in her mouth, Thea slid one hand over Mary's tight, flat belly and found the place she was seeking.

	After stroking the modest area of downy hair above the girl's mound, Thea sent her active fingers to Mary's pussy. The labia were still bald and Thea didn't have to dip her finger very far between them to find the wet evidence of the adolescent girl's arousal. Thea's skillful digits soon had Mary's pussy even wetter. As she received Thea's love, Mary moaned and twisted her body as she was sucked and fingered.

	She remembered from more innocent times when she learned the pleasures she got from touching her own body after hearing older girls speak of such mysterious things. When Matilda found her one day, Mary gently explained what she was doing. Soon both girls would hide among the trees watching each other as they masturbated. There were a few times when Mary touched herself enough in the right way that her pussy quivered and overheated. She didn't know she was creating an orgasm, but had learned that it was a little easier to come by when she watched Matilda fingering her own bald little cunt.

	But what Mary had done before was nothing compared to how Thea was making her feel. Her lower belly felt like it was swimming in liquid heat that squeezed her until that special thing happened. And even this climax was more intense than the others.

	"Did you like that?" Thea gently asked the youngster.

	"Can you teach me how to do it like this?" Mary begged.

	Thea taught her, and taught her well. And Mary learned how to love a woman's full body using her hands and her mouth and other parts. The convent was a busy place and nuns were encouraged to mentor the orphaned and abandoned girls left in their care, so no one thought of anything out of the ordinary in regard to Thea's and Mary's time together.

	Matilda quietly followed Mary to the loft. The seven year-old had been understandably withdrawn since her abduction and rape. Mary hoped with would help her sister just as Thea's attentions had helped Mary. Once they were alone, Mary undressed and helped Matilda do the same.

	"I don't want to play like that," Matilda complained and held one hand over her recently abused pussy.

	"Do you still hurt there?"

	"No, but I just don't want to be naked anymore."

	With four girls growing up together, they had all seen each other in the nude plenty of times. And more so between Mary and Matilda over the last year. But being naked now reminded of Matilda of how helpless she had been when those horrible men had spread her legs and had torn their way into her.

	"Let me cover it up for you," Mary offered as she nudged Matilda's hand aside and cupped the little girl's cunny with her own. "Isn't that better?"

	Matilda shrugged as she stood with Mary kneeling before her, holding her private place. Then Mary gave a gentle squeeze. Matilda shuddered slightly, but didn't do anything else. Mary squeezed the little bald mound again; a little harder and longer this time. Matilda's breathing quickened, but she didn't try to push Mary away.

	Still squeezing and releasing her little sister's quim, Mary leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. When Mary's tongue slipped between her lips, Matilda mewled but still offered no resistance. Mary was content to remain like this, exploring her sister's mouth while fondling her quim. When Matilda finally brought her hand down over Mary's, Mary thought it was over. She was about to move her hand away from her sister's crotch when Matilda pressed on Mary's hand to keep it in place.

	Now Mary switched from squeezing to stroking, teasing the little girl's pudgy labia apart and diddling the tiny nubbin of her clit. All the while, the sisters kept their churning mouths together as the thirteen year-old freely molested her younger sibling. When Matilda's pussy was wet enough, Mary carefully slid her index finger up the little girl's twat.

	She was a tight fit around Mary's finger and Mary inwardly cringed as she imagined the cruel thickness of those men's cocks inside the seven year-old's defenseless sex. Matilda whined as she was penetrated, but Mary was cautious and was able to sink her entire finger in without causing Matilda any physical distress. Slowly, Mary fucked her finger in and out of Matilda's clinging snatch.

	After a few strokes, Matilda broke the kiss so she could peer down her body so she could watch Mary's wet finger sliding in and out of her smooth pussy mound. A shiver undulated through the little girl's body while her big sister worked her magic.

	Remembering Thea's methods, Mary leaned in again, this time sucking on part of Matilda's completely flat chest. Her questing tongue located the nipple and Mary quickly had Matilda squirming on her finger as her undeveloped breast was suckled.

	"You're...finger..." Matilda panted. "It...I...ugh!"

	Matilda would have fallen forward if not for Mary's hungry mouth on her body. Instead, the seven year-old leaned on her sister while she trembled with her first orgasm. Even the tight seal of her pussy around Mary's fingers couldn't prevent a generous amount of cunny juice from dribbling down her legs. Matilda hugged her big sister when it was over.

	"Is that what happened to you sometimes when we were in the woods?" Matilda asked.

	"Yes, but Th...someone taught me how to do it better."

	"Can I do it to you?" Matilda asked with a shy smile.

	"I'd love you to."

	Then it was Matilda's small mouth greedily sucking on Mary's tit while she learned how to finger her sister. Mary had one hand over Matilda's, guiding her fingers, while the other rubbed the seven year-old's rump. Mary clutched her little sister to her body when her climax finally raged through her.

	"Can we do it again?" Matilda whispered.

	"How about something else?"

	Mary lowered Matilda onto her back and tickled her tummy. Matilda giggled and folded her legs up and over her midsection. With her little sister's cunny exposed, Mary ducked her head down and clamped her mouth over the hairless bulge of flesh before Matilda could drop her legs.

	"Mary!" a shocked Matilda gasped. "What are you...ohhhhhh!"

	Matilda slowly lowered her legs over Mary's shoulders as Mary's tongue slid into her sweet little quim. Mary sucked and slurped on Matilda's tender pussy, tonguing the pink inner flesh while flexing her lips over the smooth outer skin of the younger child's cuntlet. Matilda lay still, making small, wordless sounds as she was lustfully eaten to a shuddering climax.

	Later, Thea was walking past the stable when she saw Mary looking down from a small opening in the loft. When Mary waved, Thea waved back and tilted her head to the herb gardens, indicating that she had work to do. As the nun walked on, she hoped that Mary wouldn't be too disappointed by not having one of their private sessions today.

	Mary watched Thea walk toward the gardens, then turned head down to between her legs, where Matilda was noisily munching on her sister's snatch. She was so cute while she did it, her face becoming wetter and wetter until Mary's climax arrived. Mary grabbed her sister's head and fiercely mashed her face against her steaming twat, force-feeding Matilda squirts of cunt juice until the thirteen year-old was spent.

	The next day, Mary and Matilda were walking near the gates of the convent. On certain days, the gates were opened, allowing townsfolk and others to enter and peruse handcrafted goods and the freshly grown or cured herbs the convent sold.

	"Who is that?" Matilda asked, pointing to a large woman with frizzy red hair that stuck out in several directions as the breeze toyed with it. The woman had a loud voice that carried well.

	"That's Portia, the earl's chief cook," Mary replied with a smile. "Let's go over there. Sometimes she tells the most peculiar jokes."

	Several nuns, including the mother superior, were standing near as Portia held court.

	"And so the drayman says to the abbot, 'You should know, you've been sitting on it for half a day now!' WOO!" the jolly cook punctuated her joke with a loud whoop and more laughter.

	The nuns tittered, not wanting to react too much in the presence of their mother superior. Mother Agatha placed her hand over her mouth as if to scratch an itch, but couldn't hide how were eyes were crinkling with amusement. Then Matilda spied a smaller figure standing next to Portia.

	"Tess! It's Tess!" she cried and both girls ran to their baby sister.

	Four year-old Tess smiled and held her arms wide before she was practically smothered by Mary and Matilda.

	"You've grown a foot and a half," Mary remarked as the tot blushed and grinned.

	The other nuns fawned over the little girl, knowing that she had been saved by the earl's men in the woods along with Matilda. Tess smiled at all of them, but remained silent. Mother Agatha watched this with a warm smile, but then her expression faded to one of concern.

	"The poor dear," she remarked as she looked at Tess. "Has she spoken at all since the attack?"

	Tess nodded and Mary explained.

	"She rarely spoke before, ma'am. She's always been a happy girl - she just never had much use for talking."

	"Oh no," Portia interjected. "She's become quite a little chatterbox; that one has. Why, you should have seen her just this morning with Lady Gwen, going on and on for, oh, it must have been three whole words!"

	Tess giggled aloud and hugged Mary again.

	"How do you like the earl's castle?" Matilda asked her.

	"I'm the Egg 'Lector," Tess announced proudly, finally using her voice in front of the nuns.

	Everyone looked at Portia questioningly and she explained.

	"That she is - my chief egg collector. Of course, she has an assistant - one of my kitchen maids - to get the eggs out from under the hens. But Tess here supervises and carries one of the baskets."

	Tess nodded in agreement, quite pleased with her station. Mother Agatha chuckled and turned to Mary.

	"Why don't you and Matilda spend some time with Tess and show her around? I'll have Sister Thea bring the girl back to the castle later today if it's alright with you, Portia?"

	"Lady Gwen will like that she's been with her sisters - and your sisters as well, Mother Agatha. The lady has taken quite a shine to the little one. And maybe I can get some work done without Tess talking me ears off. WOO!"

	As Mary and Matilda gave Tess a quick tour of the convent, they exchanged knowing looks when Mary said they'd show Tess the stables last.

	"You'll like the loft," Matilda promised as Tess peered up the ladder that led to the second floor.

	Buoyed by her sister's confidence, Tess followed her up the ladder, taking special care on each rung. When all three were alone, Mary made the first move.

	"Tess, how would you like to play a special game?"

	Tess nodded enthusiastically.

	"It's so special," Mary explained. "That we only keep it among ourselves - between sisters. Alright?"

	Tess grinned and held a finger to her lips, just as she had done when Stephan, the soldier who rescued her from the outlaws, wanted to play a special game with her.

	"First, we all get undressed."

	Now Tess smiled and raised her arms so Mary could remove her dress. She was very excited because she liked the special games that Stephan played with her when she was naked.

	When all three girls were nude, Mary and Matilda had Tess lie on her back while they say next to her. Parting Tess' legs, Mary bent over and gave her modest cunt slit a slow, loving lick. This surprised Tess as this was something Stephan hadn't done. When she raised her head and opened her mouth to speak, Matilda kissed her and plunged her tongue in Tess' gaping mouth.

	Trusting the other two, Tess relaxed and dropped her head back in the hay. Matilda followed her, maintaining a lip lock while seeking Tess' tongue with her own. When their tongues met, Tess closed her eyes and let her big sisters have their way with her tiny body. Matilda twiddled one of Tess' nipples as they kissed while Mary became more aggressive in eating her baby sister's bald cuntlet. Tess whimpered with pleasure as the thirteen year-old's tongue dug deep and harvested the sweet nectar of her four year-old twat.

	It was not long after that when Tess clamped her soft little thighs on either side of Mary's head and crossing her legs around the back to make Mary keep munching on her plump sex. Matilda looked up and giggled at the sight, so pleased at how Tess was taking their "game". Then she lowered her mouth to a different spot and playfully gnawed on the tiny nipple her fingers had made erect. She was sucking hard on it when Tess came in a nice wet burst in Mary's mouth.

	For the next two hours, the sisters changed positions, each giving and receiving love from other mouths and fingers. Mary though she was in control until Matilda and Tess simultaneously each took one her breasts in their wet, busy mouths. Mary groaned and grabbed their perky little asses in her hands squeezing them as her little sisters mercilessly suckled her. Mary shifted so that Matilda's knee was pressed into her crotch. The seven year-old understood the implication and ground her knee against Mary's pussy until the thirteen year-old came.

	Several positions later, Mary was sucking on one of Tess' nipples when she heard the convent bell sounding for Nones, the late afternoon prayer. She knew that Sister Thea would be returning Tess to the earl's castle after prayers, so she resolutely worked to give her youngest sister one good last cum.

	Matilda was doing her part, slurping away between Tess' very wet thighs. Mary was so happy that Tess had embraced their actions so well. She needed no further proof of this as she dipped her tongue into Tess' mouth and licked the essence of Matilda's cunt from the four year-old's tongue.

	A short while later, Sister Thea found all three waiting for her at the stable doorway. She plucked a loose bit of hay from Matilda's hair and gave the girls a questioning smile.

	"Have you been showing Tess the hay loft, then?"

	Mary's and Matilda's faces turned pink as Tess smiled and adamantly nodded her head. Then they hugged their little sister before turning her over to Thea's care. As Thea turned to leave, Mary motioned to her. The nun stopped and tilted her head so Mary could whisper in her ear.

	"Her quim should still be nice and juicy for you," the girl said.

	Thea gave a slight nod as if Mary had commented on nothing more than the color of the sky. Then she took Tess by the hand and led her out the convent gate. Mary watched and wondered if Thea would stop to snack on Tess when they reached a more secluded area. Her adolescent cunt twitched at the thought of the nun munching between her baby sister's legs.

	

madvlad@mrdouble.com
http://www.mrdouble.bz/htm/authors/madvlad.htm
























This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


--

Double for Nothing!!  Tricks for Free!!!

http://www.mrdouble.bz

Be There.....
