To his bed.

Dear Sir Williard,

It cannot surprise you to learn that I led the suddenly quiet Miss Peach to my bed chamber. I know you must be wondering about my firm resolve not to fall into the temptation of the flesh, but as a worldly man I hope you can understand the satisfaction a young man like myself has in leading a eager young woman to his bed. Especially a woman as desirable as my lovely blonde companion with her slender waist, white rounded breasts peaked with pink tips and womanly hips cradling a pink vagina that I well knew fit as tightly around my manhood as a tailored glove.

"Get on the bed Miss Peach, and I'll show you what a groom wants from his bride." I told her with a gentle push.

"Oh!" She laughed as she obediently climbed onto the bed "Will I be receiving my lessons on my back then?"

"That's how you'll start Miss Peach." I assured her as she stretched out on the lacy bed cover. "I have a few other ideas for later as well."

"Yes Sir." Her tone changed subtly as she coyly crossed her hands over her chest suddenly hiding her bosom from my sight. "I hope you won't be disappointed with your new bride my lord, Mother tried to explain what to expect, by I don't know what..." her voice trailed off in a worried whisper. Your Lordship, I had not expected Miss Peach to continue the nonsense she had started in the other room. Her 'shy maiden' act seemed absurd considering our past history but by that time I would have climbed into bed with her even if she had been speaking in tongues. She pretended to cover her eyes as I disrobed, but I caught her peeking with keen interest between her fingers as I removed my shirt and trousers.

"Oh!" She gasped in a small girlish voice as I stepped to the side of the bed. "Your th-thingy." I, better than any man, knew Miss Peach was no virgin, and that even when she was still intact, she was never this ignorant of a man's body but she played the part of the naive bride so well that for an instant I almost forgot. "Its too big! That will never fit in my secret place." The effect of her words was spoiled slightly by her fingers rubbing furiously against the crotch of her white nightgown, but I pretended not to notice as I climbed between her legs pushing the sheer gown high up her smooth white thighs until it bunched up around her waist and her glistening sex was fully exposed.

"It will fit my wife." I told her confidently, accepting my role as the bride's eager groomsman without protest. "My cock is hard enough now to ram through a cement wall, I can certainly use it to pry open up your tightly sealed pussy."

"Oh Sir, you mustn't use those coarse words with me." She protested even as she spread her legs wide and gripped my member in her warm palm and guided it between her thighs. "If you don't apologize at once I will have a carriage take me back to Mother this very night." I of course ignored her silliness and pressed forward until I felt her pink petals spread around the purple head of my penis. "No my Lord!" Miss Peach protested "I told you, it's too big, we have to wait until it grows smaller - Aaiigh!"

In all honestly, Sir Williard she timed her cry as I 'deflowered' her very well, had I been her groom I might well have believed that her hymen had been ruptured by my engorged member, but I didn't really care at that point. The feeling of her young body welcoming my invading member was all that cared about and I ignored her role play concentrating instead on the joy of coupling. I rocked in and out of her tight sheath with more and more urgency and she wrapped her limber legs around my back and let me ride her until I exploded into her womb far too soon. Once spent, I collapsed against her gasping for air and she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head down into the tangle of golden hair stroking me as I recovered. Miss Peach was not unaffected by our frenzied coitus, I could hear her ragged panting and felt her breath in my ear as she too slowly relaxed from the exertion. We lay like that for a while Sir Williard, until I remembered how heavy I must be on her slender frame, I rolled off of her and she laughed softly at the satisfied expression on my face.

"Well," she smiled mischievously "I thought that was a delightful wedding night experience." She traced a pair of fingers over my lips and down my neck until they drew little circles on my chest. "At least the start of one." Then Sir Williard, with a naughty giggle she suddenly pulled away from me and searched the damp mess that we had left on the bedding.

"Oh no!" She gasped in mock horror. "I didn't stain the covers with my maiden's blood." I stared at the young lady in confusion, at the time not following her little charade. "Oh my lord, my secret is discovered, you now know I have been impure!" Still caught by surprise I started to reassure her but she silenced me immediately. "I have brought dishonour upon you and your family." She looked up at me with her big blue eyes. "Will I be punished for my whorish ways?" I began to understand her game and to my surprise I could feel my manhood responding to her teasing. "Please don't take your vengeance on my tender body." Her lips trembled and blue eyes blinked away fake tears. "Oh I beg you, don't punish your sullied bride for her indiscretions." The teasing little minx wiggled her derriere delightfully as she pulled the nightgown over the firm flesh of her backside drawing my attention to that very fine part of her anatomy, finally I began to understand her intent.

"No, you can't think that! I am a British citizen, a peer of the realm." Miss Peach gasped in mock surprise and indignation "I am your wife now. Even if I have erred, you cannot treat me like a brown-skinned harlot!" Her nightgown was riding up on her thighs as she lifted her buttocks even higher. "Sir! It would be most unseemly to spank my unblemished bottom." She gasped aloud when she felt my hand rest on her rounded flesh. "and even more so to use me for your base pleasure, as punishment for my shameful indiscretion."

The blonde angel was squirming on the bed by my side one hand hidden under her gyrating hips and I once again slid the smooth silk of her gown, this time exposing the curve of her pale white backside. Honestly My Lord, not once in any of my encounters with the gentle sex on Earth had I ever been interested in inflicting pain as part of my coupling, but as I rested my palm on Miss Peach's bare skin I found myself aroused by the thought of tanning her white derriere.

"No my lord, please!" She pleaded even as her warm flesh wiggled under my hand "I am not a child! I'm too old to spank - my pale skin too delicate for your firm palm - you simply cannot do this!" In spite of her words, Miss Peach clearly was lobbying for a round of firm discipline, still I paused Your Lordship, hesitant to treat a Lady of our great Empire so improperly.