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Mary O’donnell and the Pirates

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Chapter 3

Historical Sex Story: Chapter 3 - This is the story of Mary O’Donnell, a story of survival against terrible odds. Using her wits and her ability to adapt, to do whatever it takes to survive, she overcomes obstacles and triumphs over adversity.

Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Mult   Consensual   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Historical   School   Incest   Mother   Sister   Daughter   Cousins   Niece   Aunt   Group Sex   Anal Sex   Analingus   Fisting   Oral Sex   Squirting   Nudism  

Gillian arrived at the Talbot household just before noon. All of the girls came out of the house to welcome her, excited that she was finally there. Gillian was much younger than their previous Governess by at least thirty years, Gillian was only six years older than Addy! But actually that was closer to five years because Addy’s fourteenth birthday was the next week. They all hoped that Gillian would be more amenable to doing fun things! They all helped bring her luggage up to her room. It had been newly painted light pastel colors and had a new mattress and bedclothes, it also had a new rug and curtains. The rest of the furniture had been vigorously cleaned with strong lye soap.

No one had known that the woman, who had insisted on everyone calling her Miss Hudlestone, had had a smoking habit. She smoked a pipe and enjoyed six to ten bowls a day for four years! Alison had been appalled at the smell when she entered the room after the woman had left, for the first time in four years. That smell had precipitated the cleaning and replacing of everything, along with the painting. The woman had come highly recommended by her previous employer, by the time they realized the blatant lie was designed to get rid of the woman quickly, it was too late. She really wasn’t a terrible teacher, she was 100 years out of date however. Her teaching methods and subjects had come into the future as her head seemed to be stuck in the sixteenth century.

Charles, the Butler, had gotten the Blacksmith Franklin to help carry the lady’s trunks, she hadn’t lied when she claimed that they were heavy! They delivered it to Gillian’s room on the second floor. On its arrival Alison shooed the girls out of the room, then reminded Gillian that lunch would be served in twenty minutes and the dress would be casual. She also sent the upstairs maid Beatrice, she liked to be called Bee, to help Gillian get settled in. Bee was seventeen years old and was very sweet, she was thin, with hardly any hips and even smaller breasts. She was blonde and had blue eyes. She wasn’t as tall as Gillian but only fell short a couple of inches. She was also very bisexual. She loved sex in all its forms, she had once said that “If it had a dick she would fuck it, if it had a pussy she’d lick it!” She was a frequent guest in the master bedroom and she would have earned a rose tattoo if she had eaten the right pussy. But they didn’t have enough time to start anything. Bee showed Gillian the way to the kitchen where the entire staff and Alison and the girls sat together and had soup and bread.

They discussed any problems on the estate and made purchasing lists of items each subgroup needed, the household, the kitchen, the stable, the farm, and the ranch each added to the list at lunch during the week. Then the Butler would go to town on Friday, usually Dublin, and purchase those items that were available and order those that were not. This method worked as well as any and a lot better than most! Alison liked that all of them felt that they could ask for things they needed, her staff appreciated the access to her but knew they had to be able to justify the purchase of each item, she was far from being a pushover! Though new, Gillian asked for some books, giving the titles and the names of their authors. Alison struck three books from the list, those books were already in the Estate Library. Alison also introduced Gillian to those who had yet to meet her. She surprised Gillian when she told everyone that Gillian was to be obeyed as if she herself were giving the order.

Gillian then stood up and gave her first order,

“From now on, the maze is to be free of all workers and visitors between the hours of one o’clock until three o’clock on weekdays. If there is a fireplace, please have it lit and well stocked with wood. The girls will be exercising and privacy is required!”

Four groans could be heard emanating from the direction of the aforementioned girls. Everyone, save the four, laughed. Alison added that anyone caught violating that privacy would be fired with cause and would not receive a letter of recommendation. Not having that, it would be very difficult to find employment at a place of honest employment.

“With Lady Talbot’s permission, any of the female staff that would like to exercise with us should bring a note signed by her. With that permission you are welcome to join us!”

No one was surprised when no one leapt to their feet to form a line in front of Lady Alison! But some were already wondering if it would be worth their jobs and even their futures, to see what those girls looked like exercising. And not all of them were male!

After lunch Gillian gathered the girls and they went into the library, she tasked them to make a list of the books they had read. The girls looked down, they didn’t pick up a piece of chalk or a slate tablet. For more important assignments they had pencils or quills and ink, along with paper, but this wasn’t that kind of assignment.

Gillian did a quick survey of the room, she estimated the number of volumes held on these floor to ceiling shelves that encircled the room except for the doors, windows, and fireplace. She noticed they were organized by the author’s name. Pretending that they were busy making long lists of the books they had read, but knowing that they had never read a single one of the mostly dry law books. She found the three books that Alison had refused to purchase. The first was “The Republic” by Plato, the second, “The Iliad” by Homer, and the third “The Odyssey” also by Homer.

The girls looked sheepishly up at Gillian who was three steps up the sliding library ladder retrieving the two books by Homer. They were entranced by the sight they beheld, their new teacher’s pussy was clearly seen and her asshole winked in and out as her cheeks moved from side to side. Not knowing exactly why it was so exciting to look at, only that it made their own pussies tingle, they continued to watch until she climbed down the ladder and the view was lost. They hoped that they would be able to look at it again! They all felt like that but they didn’t know it! They listened to their parents, but they had never looked at, much less touched each other. They didn’t even discuss what they heard while listening. All four of the girls ashamedly hid their masturbation from one another. They had all come close to having an orgasm, but when those feelings arose they were afraid, afraid of making noises that would alert the other girls to what she was doing, afraid that those wonderful feelings that were building up in her body would kill her and because what she was doing was a sin, she would spend eternity in Hell! Knowing what they had been looking at, Gillian asked Addy, the youngest,

“Addy, how many books are on your list? Show me your tablet, please! Your slate is blank! Claire, let’s see yours! Yours is blank too! Marjorie! Your’s is also blank. Colleen, as the oldest surely you have completed the assignment! Yours is blank, like the others! Girls, when I give an assignment and you have some kind of problem with it, I expect to hear you politely asking for clarification or additional information. Communication is the key here. You and no one else in the entire world can learn anything by just sitting there! I knew that the odds of any of you having read one of these tombs was as remote as Charles walking in that door stark naked!”

Just then there was a knock on the door and Charles asked if he could get them anything. He was totally confused when laughter was all he could hear. Once they had recovered from their laughter, Gillian continued with her lesson,

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