1. Prim Miss Williams DP'd 4 some


    Date: 7/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Group Sex, Rape, Reluctance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    This is set in England in 1820 before American was even thought of and is written in English as spoken by intelligent educated people, if you think the spelling is wrong that because you are a dumb ass Merican, so don't wave the flag of ignorance by complaining, you dig? For instance, in 1820 an Englishman might say, "Good Morning Miss Williams, and how does this bright spring morning find you?" whereas an 1820s American might say, "Ugh, ugh ugh ugh Whhhooooo," or an contemporary American say, "Yo man, what's going down?" You dig? (To which an upper class Englishman might reply "No actually, daddy has a man to do that") Miss Williams Miss Williams was as prim and proper a church going, do gooding, irritating busy-body as one could wish to avoid, she was of indeterminate age having been born middle aged with no sense of humour and an unfortunate tendency to use twenty seven words where two would suffice. Her appearance was always immaculate, not a hair out of place, her dress always buttoned to the neck, her arms sleeved to the wrist and if she indeed had legs then I am sure no man had ever seen them. This then was the Miss Williams whom accosted me on the second day of my return to Chargrove, The Miss Williams I had known in my youth, though then she was the small bad tempered miserable positively rotund daughter of our late Vicar the Reverend Ezekiel Williams. I knew the great house and estate intimately having grown up there, and now aged near on forty years I had returned ...
    after inheriting the estate from my grandfather, my carefree years as an army officer abruptly curtailed by the need to face the problems of my country estate. “Lord Chargrove,” she boldly chirped as I approached on a borrowed horse. “Miss Williams,” I replied, “What a glorious day.” “For the moment but I fear I see white clouds clouds approaching from the west, harbingers of bigger darker clouds the like of which bring rain if not imminently then by the morrow at the very least,” she said irritatingly. “Miss Williams, how may I assist you?” I asked, as she stood there in a straw hat and dressed in a dark jacket over a bottle green dress buttoned as usual to the neck. “You may assist me, or may not assist me, at your discretion, but if I may crave your indulgence for a moment to consider the matter fully I am sure that you will agree that in this year of 1825 it is unseemly, indeed it is unconsciously abhorrent that such practices should continue to be tolerated,” she averred leaving me nonplussed. “My dear lady what do you mean?”I asked. “Ravishing young maidens,” she explained “Forcibly.” “I can assure Madam that all the young maidens I have ever ravished have welcomed my attentions,” I asserted. “Lord Chargrove!" she protested, “Have some decorum," but and she looked away in horror. “Madam I merely deny that I have indulged in ravishment,” I explained “That I cannot believe,” she said her ample bosoms heaving, “But it must stop sir, and stop it shall, for I shall stop it ...
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