Captain Hirst's Virgin Saint Brigid

The room was suddenly silent, all hinged upon the turn of a identity card. lord Cashmire watched intently as I turned over my net card. An Ace.

The colouring drained from his face.

"But you were bluffing, the cheek on your neck"he stammered.

"Nerves my God Almighty,"I assured him,"Just nerves, you may well have had a superscript hand.

"My God Cashers, you've lost it all !"Bunty Buntingthorpe exclaimed.

I looked around as Mallinson acting as server, or Croupier as the frenchies have it, pushed the Brobdingnagian pile of splintering and Cashmire's banker's bill towards me. I was not particularly excited, I just wanted to instruct the old saphead a lesson.

"good God Cashers,"noble Althwaite chipped in,"You just bet your landed estate and lost !"

"He cheated !"Cashmire protested,"His neck !"

"Hardly cheating old boy, '' Allthwaite laughed,"Ace up the sleeve that's cheating, not flabby neck muscles."

"I demand the opportunity to win it back !"Cashmire blustered.

"Indeed, what did you wish well to wager ?"I ventured.

"Your girl, all five maybe ?"Bunty suggested.

"Yes, may daughter's award against the landed estate !"he insisted.

I concurred. He lost. Again. He fainted. I bade my protagonist good bye and retired to my lodgings.

Bunty roused me next day. He insisted I went to Cashmire Park forthwith to exact my prize.

I concurred. We arrived at noon. Lord Cashmire greeted us."So which one will you choose ?"

He took us to the withdrawing room.

"I am afraid in summation to losing my estate of the realm in a biz of Poker last evening I also wagered my girl honour,"He explained,"I did not specify which girl so police captain Hirst has come to choose."

"Ah, My Lord,"We came to discuss the matter,"I explained.

"So choose,"he ordered waving his arm at a panoply of daughters.

"I am spoken for,"said the eldest,"As am I"said another. One by one they cast their oculus down. The youthful held my stare."I am not of age !"she said firmly.

"Your figure ?"I asked.

"Amelia !"she replied.

"And shall you be of age three age hence when I return from Republic of India ?"I asked.

"Of course,"she snapped her middle blazing.

"Then I shall choose you my love,"I averred,"We shall wed on my return and strike your pureness, until then I shall confide the management of my estate to your capable hands."

"You shall never take my honour !"she railed.

I bade them parting. Three years hence they would have forgotten me.

We embarked for Republic of India the day after the adjacent, and I did not return for three farseeing and bloody years.

Our battle weary regiment landed at Portsmouth three years and eight months to the day after departing. I had much to do. Our officer corps decimated by the beast of the Khyber pass and the malarious infections and illnesses which abound in that god forsaken land.

I went as Captain and returned as substantive Colonel, surely to return to the rank of Major when the war berth became aware of my field promotion.

It was Bunty who reminded me of Lord Cashmire and the estate. Bunty at my slope throughout the military campaign, a avowedly friend.

We went to Cashmire park a few twenty-four hours after landing. Bunty professed a liking for Cashmire's moment vernal so we went in mellow spirits.

Creator Cashmire met us. Bent and bleary eyed. He was completely befuddled. Lady Cashmire had to verbalise for him.

"I should apologise for my husband Captain,"she said levelly,"But I shall not for he is a infract man."

"I am no-good to hear that,"I replied.

"Are you, it is entirely your fault !"she snapped.

"feel, My dame, I came to resolve the affair, I never sought to aim your estates."I explained,"Just learn the lesson of the immorality of gambling."

"well tell that to Amelia. She is ruined and My husband is a ruin man, impoverished Captain."she protested.

"So where shall I find Ameila ?"I enquired.

"Somewhere you shall never find her,"she told us bluntly."As soon as she knew you were home she determined that you should never charter her honour."

"But where, a Monastery ? '' I queried

"No maitre d', sadly not,"his Lordship said sadly,"She now resides in a bawdy family near Portsmouth Dockyard."

"What, what are your saying ?"I demanded.

"She would not submit to you,"Her Ladyship replied,"She intended to do away with herself but she decided not to as she wanted to see you suffer."

I sat down without being asked,"goodness god, I never meant, I mean, perhaps I would birth wooed her but I would never bear taken, you know, forced.."

"Well you should hold told her that !"Lady Cashmire insisted.

It was frightfully,"Where will I find her ?"I asked

"The Agamemnon, near the waterfront,"master Cashmire informed me,"She says she likes it very much."

I felt sick.

We made our relief valve. We returned to Portsmouth to search Amelia. We knew of the Agamemnon, it was infamous, it was named after a 64 gun Man o War to pull in sailors.

We found it easily. A large rather shabby edifice near the naval dockyard gates and despite the hour, not yet 5 of the clock was already filled with sottish sailors and base whores.

We went in,"Shouldn't go in there sirs,"the porter insisted,"Ain't no respect for military officer in there sirs."

"I thank you but I have job with a lady !"I insisted.

"Ain't no Ladies in here sirs, only Oars."he said,"But don't let me stand between thee and thee pleasure."

We entered the shadow. skimmer sat on terrace quenching their hunger with watery beer instead of their usual lime juice and grog. Ladies if such terminal figure could be applied to establish women, raised their skirts for a few coins to show their debar loins and let the men paw at their secret parts.

A bawdy kiss on the sassing, a quiet word and a lucky Panama would whisk a wench away up the stairs to some private place of some such. Sometimes a radical of sailors would take a giggling wench up the step with them.

A chick looked up from her fellow,"Oh facial expression, an Officer !"she laughed,"And what do you require sir ! Poke a wench up the ass like thee does thee batman I'll wager !"

"Insolent wench, I would no more poke a batman than put my fellow member in a pythons sass,"I averred,"I seek Amelia !"

"Oh god,"she said."Oh my Lord, You're that Captain aint you ?"she gasped,"She said you was evil and ugly like a freak and a Equus asinus, but you ent, are you ?"

"You know her ?"I demanded, She nodded."Then guide me to her !"I demanded.

"feel she went up not ten minutes since,"she said,"With some sailors."

"Take me to her I say,"I demanded. she demurred. I gave her a silver coin, she gave it back.

"I'll show you where, '' she ordered,"Follow me, just founder me tuppence for my trouble."

I did as she said. I followed her up the stairs, past rooms where the sounds of love resonated and reverberated through the ill fitttng door, along filthy stained corridors of creaking floorboard and up again to pocket-sized meaner rooms.

Our guide opened a door. The minor cramped room was filled with sailors. The ceiling sloped down along one position where the room was set against the roof. An Iron bedstead took much of the quad and a Whitney Young girl with blonde hair lay on the filthy stained mattress. Her short once White smock was up around her waist and down around her shank revealing her hillock upon which two bluejacket were sucking while a third had his member firmly embedded in the girls entrails, and endeavouring to force it even further in.

I was shocked that Amelia could come to this.

"Oops sorry, incorrectly one !"our pathfinder simpered.

The next room was similar. The ceiling again sloped down, an iron bed with tarnish mattress near filled what had been a servant's room and sailor boy near filled the supernumerary space. This time the wench was kneeling over the bed with just one navy man serving her with his member rammed firmly up her backside.

"Ohh, Sorry,"our bird said awkwardly,"Must be the next one."

It was not, we moved on until finally a door opened.

I stood in mouth unbelief. The elbow room was the same as the others but the wench was not abed. She was between two sailors. Her branch and arms wrapped around one lucky lad upon whose fellow member she was clearly impaled while his shipmate standing behind her clearly had his member wedge deep into her fundament. She was laughing. Her teeth dazzle white, her golden hair swirling, her agglomerate were crushed against the sailor boy's chest as apart from her stockings she was completely naked.

She looked at me,"hullo John, are you next ?"she asked.

My knees buckled,"No, Yes,"I blustered.

"Then wait outside if you please, I have valet to pleasure, and they have me to delight !"She grasped the bluejacket more firmly and thrust against him even more forcefully, forcing him ever profoundly,"Give it to me,"she husked,"You know you want to."

Her middle widened as the sailor reached the point of release and as he did so she contrived to kiss him full on the lips yet somehow she still managed to stare at me.

I stood in the room access transfixed."I expect they will exchange ends next,"my wench said,"Shall I suckle your member to make you nice and pissed ready for when she's resign ?"

"Ah, no I thank you,"I said sincerely for my sap was already fully risen.

"Ohhh, I see you are a big boy aren't you,"she giggled,"You'll burst your breeches if you don't get sculptural relief soon !"

"I can't understand,"I confessed. My chick closed the threshold. There was a belittled wooden bench. We sat together.

"See there's women and there's women,"she explained,"Some like a right seeing to and some don't, some make-believe to like a soundly sightedness to but don't and some pretend not and grows bitter when they don't get enough."

"What are you blabbering about ?"I demanded.

"Well Amelia's like me, I can't get enough and nor can she,"the wench said,"I just bid all me gentlemen was gentleman's gentleman,"she added philosophically.

We waited patiently. One of the bar men appeared, he opened Amelia's doorway."Time's up you're wanted down stairs in number four for a special,"he announced.

Amelia had pulled a night-robe around herself when she emerged,"You'll have to hold back, why not come and take in, you might like it,"she explained.

I followed her, the bird came as well,"I better flavour after you,"she said helpfully,"You might need some relief !"

Amelia disappeared through a doorway,"Can't go in there, come with me to the spy hollow,"my wench suggested.

I did as she said, A door led to a specialize darkened corridor with lowly spy cakehole discreetly cut into the bulwark."It usually costs tuppence,"she added.

The elbow room was bare. The floor oil cloth which was freshly cleaned. Seven or eight men waited there. Amelia entered. She wore one of her old dresses. she looked every inch a lady except the segmentation was so low her white meat were completely bare and the front was cut away to usher her slot and mound.

"Who's first ?"she asked.

She chose. She slipped off his whang, lowered his breeches and started to give suck his member, another loosened his breeches and she grasped it with her left hand then a third loosened his and she grasped him with her right hand.

Then the other men dropped their breeches also, not only dropped but dropped to the level and kicked off. Amelia changed gentlemen. suckling and caressing different men till all their members were rock hard and then with them all clustered around she tipped them over the edge, their seed splashing her face, her eyes, her dress everywhere. Even her belly from where she scooped it up and forced it up her time slot. I felt her stare boring into me.

The men dressed, wiped themselves upon her apparel and left the room.

"Did you like that lavatory ?"Amelia asked as she stared at my spy golf hole."Did Josie relieve you while you watched ?"

"No,"I replied, my interpreter breaking.

"Then come in and let me relieve you,"she offered.

"I just want to talk."I explained.

"I know, and you find it so much wanton when you have six inches of solid cock up inside me,"she said knowingly,"You men are all alike."

My wench Josie helped me to slide out of the narrow corridor and make my way to where Amelia waited.

She smiled, she slipped off her gown and stood before me posing provocatively,"Get your member out then,"she ordered,"Or do you need to congest your knickerbockers ?"

"I want to spill the beans,"I said feebly.

I stood there uselessly. My skirt unbuttoned my breeches. My extremity already stiffened strained at her touch.

Amelia laughed at me."Oh my Divine, is that all you have."

The dame responded,"Its a nice cock,"she said as she stroked me.

"I didn't mean for this to pass,"I said earnestly,"I meant to woo you and if you did not reply I would."

"You didn't think beyond my falling madly in love with you did you ?"Amelia challenged.

"I hoped,"I replied.

"well I decided you should not have my honour,"she laughed,"So I sneaked away and arranged for Madame to trade my honour to the highest bidder."

"She liked it, she liked it a lot, '' My wench added.

"I like it,"Amelia admitted,"I love the feeling of a solid member pressing and pulsating and the pleasance it affords the gentleman."She lay back and spread her pegleg wide before opening the lip to her womb to yield me a purview right into her viscera,"And I know just how desperate you are to stick your phallus oceanic abyss inside me, but, lav,"she said."You may not, I forbid it !"and she laughed.

My bird gently stroked my member. He was already weeping some lubricant. Amelia raised herself up and cupped her breast forming a channel.

"How would you care to put your thingy up between my boobies and shoot cream all over me ? '' she taunted.

My wench squeezed my balls. My fellow member erupted. My love cream splattered over Amelia's leg. My doll wiped it onto her finger and in good turn she wiped her finger inside Amelia's parts.

"Hey !"Amelia protested unconvincingly, but the deed was done.

I felt deflated.

"I wanted to woo you,"I repeated,"I never thought."

"Liar you wanted to ravish me,"Amelia said,"You wanted a shy retiring virgin so she would never have it away how short your member is."

"Oh think as you damned well like,"I muttered,"You are a base whore, and it's all my fault."Something dampness fell onto my bare leg. I realised I was crying.

The bird held me near,"Its all justly sir,"she said,"Amelia is a woman of the street sir, you could never have made her well-chosen with your modest manhood."

"But had she remained chaste she would never throw known,"I blustered.

"And had you not behaved so abysmally I would never have known,"Amelia said,"Never eve have known the thrill of making a man talk his ejaculate before he even mounts me, or have two members inside me at one sentence, or have one man after another queue to get on me."

I sobbed.

"Are you a Gentleman who wishes to be humiliated ?"Amelia asked,"Who likes the cat o nine tails across his bare ass ? Some do. They pay very well. Do you know I could do you a especial rate, tie you to the bed and go out you to starve while the rats eat your toes and."

"Enough !"I protested. I gathered my thing together and dressed, my mind shut to the continued ramblings.

"You should birth come as soon as you docked,"Amelia insisted."Before I saw my vocation."

"I will throw your entire kin in the trough,"I snapped.

"Oh effective, post my youthful sisters to me,"Amelia suggested, whether in jest or seriousness I knew not,"But not the previous single for they are far too ugly to attract a man, send them to the workhouse with mother and father."

"I thank you for your sound advice,"I replied.

"And don't give the staff acknowledgment,"Amelia added,"If I am a cyprian there is no reason in the humanity they should have a superior station."

"Then I bid you good day,"I insisted, and checking my dress was correctly adjusted I took my leave.

"She will descend round,"the chick said hopefully.

"She is ruined,"I answered, I proffered a gold coin,"I thank you for your kindness,"I said.

"I am always here if you need me,"she said sadly."Goodbye."

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