1. Lordships Wench Deflowered


    Date: 10/27/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, First Time, Group Sex, Males / Females, Prostitution, Rape, Romance, Virginity, Young, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    ring perhaps, even a two penny piece and she’ll take thee to heaven and back John." “And you be Hexpert now on it I suppose?" I demanded. “Just friendly advice John,” Bessie says all coy like, “Get some grog inside her afore thee cock next time." My urge to save Emily was gone now, I just felt pity for the wench now, not awe, me desire were gone, me dreams smashed and there I just saw Emily for what she were, a slim wench we out enough tit who were too stupid to take pleasure from the good rigging I and Deacon had give her. Deacon let her turn, and as she laid back on her back we could see her ass were red and dripping his stuff, and her cunt were red and then a bloke from the village shoved his cock in her gob, so she bit it. There were blood everywhere, “Bitch!” he cried, “She bit me cock!” “Bust her bloody teeth out!” someone shouted. “He hant paid!” I shouted as I rushed to be beside her, “Thee has to pay, tent fair otherwards.” “You best took their pennies then pup,” Old Fladers say to I, “You be no good as an Oarsman be thee!” he laughed mixing up word for brothel keeper we rower of a boat. “No, I been remiss,” I says, “Her’s me girl, thee wants to fuck her then thee pays I first.” I shouted and old Ginger from the forge he hands me a handfull of pennies, ‘On account.” Bessie sidled up with some advice “Just fuck nicely and don’t thee bite no cocks or they’ll bust thee teeth,” she said as she lay down beside Emily and lifted her smock to bare ...
    her charms, “Who’s next?” I watched, the church warden, the grave digger, old Dan the shepherd, they all paid their pennies instead of defending Emily’s honour like they should of, and each in turn climbed between Emily’s thighs and sprayed their filth in her grunting and sweating like hogs. Next up they had her rigged so they could fuck her ass without twisting and soon after she had her first double, sandwiched between a couple of blokes from Truro as was passing through, one in her ass one in her cunt. “Well pup, thee stole an horse, rigged a fine unwilling wench and rode we us,” Old Fladder says conspiratorially like, “Thee best get drunk we us and then thee’l be one of us proper like!” “I feels like getting drunk,” I says “Lost me home, me honour, me girls a whore we no feeling, might as well be dead or dead drunk.” “So lad tis the test, see if thee can drink a yard!” Old Fladder says his gold tooth gleaming, “Of Elder flower wine!” There were a hush. “Ent that ale?” I says. “Any bloody fool can drink a yard of ale lad!” Henry Graves chipped in, “Needs a man for Elder flower wine.” “Right,” I says, “I’ll do it!” Landlord brought the yard of ale trumpet and they filled un with the wine, how were I to know it had been distilled a dozen times so twas more potent than anything. There were a clustering round, I put tube to me lips and drunk some, it tasted like cordial, it weren’t bad, I reckon I had best part of a pint afore the pub started spinning. ...
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