Fireworks..

I saw her across the crowded ball way. Gliding effortlessly around the base, like a shuttlecock of paradise. Delectable. A Swan like neck, perfective tense knocker, sparkling blue eyes, perfection in human form. Dressed in an exquisitely tailored gown of a vivid green hue with ermine trim, my heart skipped a beat.

Suddenly my solid being yearned to reach out to her, to unwrap her swirling ball gown, to extract her thoroughgoing boob to find their firm softness to slip off her underthings and unlace her corsets, to run my finger's breadth around her softness, to stroke her silky inner thighs and to take her for my pleasance.

But how to arrive at her acquaintanceship ? One can not after all merely walk up to a Lester Willis Young and very eligable gentlewoman to whom one has not been introduced and suggest a spot of lewd and rampant criminal conversation. Not in genteel society.

Bunty Burlingham was at my berm as always and his babe Madonna was as usual hovering nearby, they seemed almost joined at hip. Bunty was an genial enough cove and often we found our way to the same parties and balls, quite in all likelihood because I often dived into my own pocket when posting were to be paid whereas Bunty ah, did not.

Mary was such a rough-cut fellow traveller that I generally failed to take account of the fact that she was actually a female child, I generally treated her as one of the chaps.

Thus it was that I quite cruelly asked the question,"beloved god who is that delectable creature ?"in Madonna's bearing whilst pointing at the vision of lovliness.

Mary followed my gaze, in her raised dog she was near my own stature,"That,"she averred,"Is dame Eliza Crawford. Her Father owns half of William Bradford or some such provincial town."

"Cor, out of your league old boy,"Bunty joked.

"Never,"I replied,"If I can face up to Bonaparte I can defeat any fairly ladies defenses."

"Charles, your entire regiment spent the whole of the struggle of Waterloo in substitute,"Mary reminded me.

She was always belittling me, 23 years of age and still unmarried, only two years youthful than I in fact, I only put up with it so as not to knock over Bunty.

"The girlfriend, get me an introduction,"I ordered.

"Work your thaumaturgy old missy,"Bunty suggested.

Mary sighed and ventured forth.

I watched her nominate her way through the throng, her funny red fascinator hat like a ships sail threading hither and thither.

I had no dubiousness Mary would bring in the visual sensation of beauteousness, my own position was well known as my father had wisely drunk himself to oblivion to insulate himself from female parent barbed natural language and compounded it by driving his own coach and four into the river Mersey at wide-cut gallop, apparently mistaking it for the Manchester turnpike. Fortunately the horse cavalry survived, though he did not.

Mary returned alone,"Her card is full,"she explained.

"Did you not explain who was asking ?"I demanded

"But of course,"Virgin Mary declared.

My member was stiffened by thought process of poling the doll, even the mentation of kissing her sweet lips was rousing me. Rousing me in a most uncomfortable manner as space to extend within my knickers was most severely limited.

I sought to rearrange my underthings.

Mary saw my discomfiture."Charles the Bald please !"she hissed, and then taking shame on me she added,"Outside, now !"

"Oh, yes, I thank you,"I blustered.

We stepped through the"Fench windowpane,"one of many glazed doors leading on to the raised walkway which ran around the exterior of the building some several feet above street floor. A low pillarred wall or ballustrade protected the unwary from precipitaely descending several feet to terra firma. It was a most popular plaza for important person to take the air when the standard pressure became warm to excess.

My penis was really rampant now with the expectation of what was to hail. I stood and grasped the breastwork and Virgin Mary stood behind me. Her practiced finger's breadth swiftly loosened my belt and undid the buttons on my fly. Her sweet hands slipped down inside my breech and began to massage my troubled member.

She eased him from my fly and placed one hand around my shaft while the early cupped my balls."Is that better,"she whispered, as she gently squeezed my chunk and fray my shaft.

"Much much better,"I replied as I thought of poling the exciting and .enticing new comer, while Mary eased my discomfort.

"You must not get so tense, it is not good for your health,"she whispered in my ear.

I felt her breath on my neck, her back talk touched my ear, I imagined it was Eliza's lips, Eliza's hands, no I imagined it was Eliza's womb gripping my member not Madonna's hand. It was enticing and I luxuriated in the sensations and indeed my release was soon approaching on wafture of ecstasy.

Blessed Virgin carefully aimed my extremity out between the mainstay of the parapet as she sensed my mo was upon me, thus when I expelled the silvery emission flew decipherable in a smashing parabola to ground in the street below.

"Better ?"Madonna enquired.

"Yes, I thank you."I replied as I wiped my penis with a hand kerchief.

The next matter some impertinent cove appeared at my elbow,"I say old cuss, if you have finished with that tart, I have an urgent need."

I swiftly realise we were not alone, other man consorted with lady, or perhaps women in the phantom or against the parapet in several stages of flagrante.

"I say, Blessed Virgin is no whore, she is my, ah,"I blustered, I knew not what to say, Mary had kindly eased my tension on numerous juncture, I never questioned why.

"Fiancé, we are betrothed,"Mary ventured.

"Indeed, my fiance,"I agreed.

"My sincerest apologies,"the chap apologised and retreated with considerable alacrity.

"I am so deplorable,"I apologised.

"There is no pauperization to apologise,"Mary simpered,"I accept."

"What ?"I queried.

"Your proposal,"she laughed.

I laughed as well, what a thought.

We returned to the Ball way, the angel from to begin with was still attracting everyone's aid but some of my fire was now sated.

"Do you still wish to punt her ?"The Virgin asked.

"Ah, well realise her acquaintance."I replied.

"Have your pole deep inside her, thrusting, probing,"Virgin Mary teased.

"Virgin Mary have some decorum !"I insisted.

"Decorum,"she laughed,"It was you who had your member waving around and spewing forth your seed over the balustrade a moment ago."

"Please, that should remain between ourselves,"I urged.

She was far from finished,"Oh yes, I drain your snake and thrust you wild with pleasure whilst you do absolutely nothing for me, not a kiss on my face even let alone on my breast or privileged thigh."

"Blessed Virgin, I have the furthermost respect for you,"I assured her,"You are one of my beneficial friends."

"Your unpaid whore more likely,"she replied,"fountainhead Charles IX, no more hands, next time you have needs you may pole me or nothing."

"What ? I demanded.

She regaled me with a house stare,"I shall no longer take on to relieve your tenseness with my manpower, adjacent time you need relief you must bed me, you must please me as you take your own pleasance and thereafter take a leak me an offer or fight affaire d'honneur with Bunty for my honour."

"You are deranged, completely deranged,"I reiterated.

The Virgin slipped away. I went in lookup of Bunty. However what I had not expected was that Mary had gone in search of the delicious"Lady Eliza Crawford."

The first I knew of it was the said Lady Eliza appeared before me, demanding to roll in the hay what I had said about her. Her appearance was not unwished but having various beaus in tow was troubling.

"What do you want with me ? sir."Eliza asked quite pointedly.

"A dance,"I replied.

"Well I have it on good bureau you wish to pole me !"Eliza expounded,"fountainhead sir I am not a tart,"she snapped,"And you are by far the least potential valet, or indeed man, to ever find my favour."

I was shocked by her indecorous outburst.

"If you need poling, then I suggest you pole your whore, your courtesan, your messenger !"she insisted and she actually jabbed her finger at Mary.

Somehow her choler diminished entirely my desire to pole her.

"I thank you for your wiener appraisal,"I replied,"Your suggestion has merit, shall we hook up with The Virgin ?"

"No Charles IX you are quite drunk,"Madonna insisted,"come away before you do something we shall regret."

"rummy on making love !"I laughed.

"lust more potential,"Eliza snapped as she rushed away spreading the crowd as she charged between them.

"Get the carriage Bunty,"Mary ordered. Bunty saw the sense of it and went to seek my carriage.

We collected our cloaks and hazard forth into the night, the coach-and-four and four awaited us and we stepped aboard, Bunty facing the rear and Mary and I together on the opposite word seat.

The Carriage had barely started when I felt Mary's fingerbreadth at my fly.

"Madonna !"I challenged her.

"well you did not complain earlier,"she reminded me as she stroked my phallus through the fly.

"The Virgin !"I protested.

"Your routine, my mamilla would welcome some care if you have a moment."she countered.

"Don't worry on my component, you can bear your way with her standing on your heads for all I care,"Bunty opined.

"No, I think not,"I demurred.

"Up my bird then, feel my soft silky second joint, my warm up soft silky second joint,"she teased,"simplicity your digit inside me, take my laurels,"she challenged.

"Er,"I demurred again, `` What the Prince of Darkness has got into you ?"

"aught !"she replied,"Absolutely nada, I am at your beck and hollo constantly, I am mistaken for your fancy woman and never ever do you point me any consideration what so ever !"

"But Madonna I have nothing but the maximum esteem for you,"I pleaded,

"I don't want respect I want you inside me you idiot !"she railed,"I want your babies, I love you."

"My god,"I exclaimed,"Really ? You will feel better in the morning."

"Why, shall you ravish me ?"she asked.

"Mary, some decorum please,"Bunty asked plaintively.

"Then I shall rape you,"Mary insisted and with that she grasped me by the cheeks and kissed me on the lips.

Her clapper forced its way between my teeth as she pressed my head back against the headrest, I knew not what she expected of me but I decided to humour her and reciprocate. It was very far from being unpleasant.

"My teats,"she hissed.

I grasped her bodice and tried to elicit her breasts, I failed. I grasped her nightie firmly and went to tear it from her but the stitching held.

"If I may make a hypnotism,"Bunty chipped in,"Wait until you get home, divest completely and fornicate lewdly yet privately in Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles's bed.

"Uggh,"The Virgin agreed and she climbed off me."What must I do to experience the joy of conjunction."

"‘ tis commonly called having a Fug,"Bunty explained,"Though lord alone knows why."

"Stop the carriage !"I ordered. The Coachman obeyed. I leapt from the carriage, helped Mary to alight too and then ordered Bunty,"attic her skirts Bunty I have penury which shall not be denied.

Bunty did as I asked, and by the flickering light of the carriage's side Light he raised the hem of his sis gown and petty coating to her chin and very kindly tore her pantaloons own one English so they slid down her odd leg leaving her division bare.

She leaned against the coach, her behind against the door and somehow in the mix-up and the dark my member unerringly found her womb.

A brief cry of pain in the neck and she was mine. It was pleasant, comfortable, oddly familiar, so used had I become to Mary's scent and her presence.

"Are you well-fixed ?"I asked.

"Hardly, the gradation is digging in my back and your penis tearing me in one-half,"she replied.

"Shall we cease ?"I asked.

"Oh no Charles,"She demurred,"Not until you have demonstrated your sexual love with a dry quart of your seed."

Good lord she wanted me to expell in her, and I desired zilch in the whole man more than to expell in her so quite precipitately and suddenly I expelled in the most pleasant of ways imaginable. All was well with the world.

In a bit all was done. Mary had discarded her ruined Pantaloon and was mopping her fair sex character with them, following which she wiped my member with them and in a trice all was as it began. Three people fully clothed in a carriage.

"Shall you sleep beside me tonight ?"I asked.

"Rather not old bonce if it's all the same to you,"Bunty laughed,"But I seriously old chap, if she's with youngster you really ought to make her an offer."

Madonna was very serenity."Is everything all right ?"I asked.

"I expected more, more fireworks,"she said sadly,"But it felt so ordinary, and now I am ruined."

"Ordinary, comfortable,"I agreed,"Nice, pleasant, like a walkway through the woods, something to reduplicate endlessly for the pleasure."

We arrived at my habitation. Stepped from the pusher and Virgin Mary and I made our way to my room.

I helped her from her nightie, loosen her corsets, bared her completely and with my mouth and tongue started the fireworks within her breasts, her navel point her Kuki-Chin, her oral fissure. My fingerbreadth entered and enlarged her slot ready for my member and on my big four bill sticker bed with earnest protestation of honey the fireworks commenced.

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