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Lordships Wench Deflowered

... around her an hugged at her, and me hands went at her tits like you would and they tits they stiffened at me touch quicker than any whore. Course it were all eyewash, talk of Plymouth hoe, half mile down the road and we was stopping at the “Whiddom Arms." “Get the wench inside,” Old Fladder said, “We might as well have a feed and that.” “Run!” Emily said, “On the horse run!” “Only place you runnin is in the pub,” Deacon whispers in her ear, she hadn’t seen him see, and her grabs the rope round her neck an dragged her right off the horse and pushed her through the pub door. “Whay Hay!” the shout went up, half the folk knew Emily, knew her as a smart young lady and now here she were all naked and her charms was on offer as Old Fladder latest travelling whore, they all whooped ad cheered excepting poor old Bessie who were landlord’s daughter and she very near blew her head off when her seed my Emily walk in bared and her tits all roused like little bullet points. “Oi, this be my patch, you want whoring you find somewhere else you hear?” Bessie railed, cause she generally reckoned she made a pretty penny in back room fucking all comers.“Less you want help out of a Friday?” “Oh no, I am no whore!” Emily said awkwardly, “I am Lady Emily!”. “Oh my mistake, I beg your pardon, I sees now you’re queen Bowder Seer!” Bessie laughed, “So cover thee self up!” “She ant got nothing,” Deacon says, “Fladder Penhale says you to teach her everything as you do know.” I stared at the two, Bessie ...

... were easy twice the size of Emily, sideways at least “Teach me what exactly?” Emily says “Why whoring of course!” Deacon says, “How to fuck nicely thee daft bitch!” “Now look thee here,” Bessie’s father says, “This is Lordships pub, I be no more nor less than tenant, and that be lordships daughter, and me daughter Bessie here she be me whore and I don’t want no other.” “Thee don’t want Madeerer Rum for twopence a bottle then, “Deacon says.” “I’ll take the rum but don’t want no other whore specially Lordships child on Lordships doorstep,” the landlord says. “Then lock the door,” Old Fladder says, “We ride for Stonehouse pool at dusk lads so all for one and one for all and mine’s a pint of porter!” “And the new wench?” Deacon asked. “Well young pup has first poke,” Old Fladder says , “Bessie will watch and tell the wench where she be wrong then we can all have a go as wants to.” “No!” Emily says but Denzil had her waist and Deacon had her rope and she were soon up on top of table we her legs spreaded wide and inviting and her cunt a glistening and her teats roused. Next thing Deacon had the rope round her twice holdng her arms and round the table legs and round her ankles as well so her couldn’t move her arms nor raise her head nor close her legs nor nothing. “Right John Elliot, time for your show as cocksman.” Old Fladder says. I gulped, “Come on lad don’t be shy!” Deacon chivvied, “Or be thee chaste?” “He ent chased!” Bessie laughed, “Why I had his cherry years since!” and she ...