Fireworks..

I saw her across the crowded bollock room. Gliding effortlessly around the floor, like a bird of paradise. Delectable. A Swan like neck, perfect tit, sparkling blue optic, perfection in human form. Dressed in an exquisitely tailored surgical gown of a vivid green hue with shorttail weasel trimmings, my heart skipped a beat.

Suddenly my unscathed being yearned to contact out to her, to unwrap her swirling ball scrubs, to extract her unadulterated bosoms to sense their house softness to slip off her underthings and unlace her corset, to run my finger's breadth around her softness, to stroke her silky intimate thigh and to take her for my pleasance.

But how to take in her acquaintance ? One can not after all merely walk up to a young and very eligable lady to whom one has not been introduced and suggest a point of lewd and rampant adultery. Not in civilised society.

Bunty Burlingham was at my shoulder as always and his babe Mary 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 Saami parties and balls, quite likely because I often dived into my own air hole when note were to be paid whereas Bunty ah, did not.

Mary was such a uncouth companion that I generally failed to carry report of the fact that she was actually a girl, I generally treated her as one of the chaps.

Thus it was that I quite cruelly asked the question,"Dear god who is that sexually attractive creature ?"in Mary's mien whilst pointing at the sight of lovliness.

The Virgin followed my regard, in her call forth heels she was near my own height,"That,"she averred,"Is madam Eliza Thomas Crawford. Her male parent owns half of Bradford or some such bucolic town."

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

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

"Charles, your entire regiment spent the whole of the battle of Battle of Waterloo in stockpile,"Mary reminded me.

She was always belittling me, 23 long time of age and still unmarried, only two long time untested than I in fact, I only put up with it so as not to upset Bunty.

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

"Work your trick old daughter,"Bunty suggested.

Mary sighed and ventured forth.

I watched her make 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 the sight of comeliness, my own status was well known as my father had wisely drunk himself to oblivion to insulate himself from mother barbed tongue and compounded it by driving his own motorbus and four into the river Mersey at full gallop, apparently mistaking it for the Manchester toll road. Fortunately the horses survived, though he did not.

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

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

"But of class,"Mary declared.

My extremity was stiffened by thoughts of poling the wench, even the mentation of kissing her sweetness lips was rousing me. Rousing me in a most uncomfortable fashion as space to hold out within my breeches was most severely limited.

I sought to rearrange my underthings.

Madonna saw my disconcertment."Charles please !"she hissed, and then taking commiseration on me she added,"Outside, now !"

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

We stepped through the"Fench Window,"one of many glazed doors leading on to the raised walk which ran around the outside of the building some various metrical foot above street level. A low pillarred wall or ballustrade protected the unwary from precipitaely descending several understructure to terra firma. It was a most popular plaza for personage to shoot the air when the atmosphere became warmed to excess.

My member was really rampant now with the expected value of what was to come in. I stood and grasped the breastwork and Mary stood behind me. Her apply fingers swiftly loosened my bash and undid the buttons on my fly. Her unfermented work force slipped down inside my breeches and began to massage my disorder member.

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

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

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

I felt her breather on my neck opening, her lips touched my ear, I imagined it was Eliza's brim, Eliza's deal, no I imagined it was Eliza's womb gripping my member not Mary's hand. It was enticing and I luxuriated in the wizard and indeed my release was soon approaching on waving of ecstasy.

Mary carefully aimed my member out between the pillars of the parapet as she sensed my moment was upon me, thus when I expelled the silvery discharge flew clear in a neat parabola to ground in the street below.

"punter ?"Mary enquired.

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

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

I swiftly realise we were not alone, other gentlemen consorted with ladies, or perhaps women in the trace or against the parapet in assorted phase of flagrante.

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

"Fiancé, we are betrothed,"Mary ventured.

"Indeed, my fiance,"I agreed.

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

"I am so sorry,"I apologised.

"There is no pauperism to apologise,"Madonna simpered,"I accept."

"What ?"I queried.

"Your proposal,"she laughed.

I laughed as well, what a thought.

We returned to the Ball room, the Angel from sooner was still attracting everyone's attention but some of my fervor was now sated.

"Do you still wish to punt her ?"Mary asked.

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

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

"Virgin Mary have some decorousness !"I insisted.

"Decorum,"she laughed,"It was you who had your fellow member waving around and spewing forth your come 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 drive you wild with pleasure whilst you do absolutely nothing for me, not a kiss on my cheek even let alone on my breast or inner thigh."

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

"Your unpaid whore more likely,"she replied,"well Charles, no more hands, next time you have motive you may punt me or nothing."

"What ? I demanded.

She regaled me with a firm stare,"I shall no longer undertake to free your latent hostility with my hands, next time you need relief you must bed me, you must delight me as you take your own pleasure and thereafter make me an pass or fight duel with Bunty for my honour."

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

Mary slipped away. I went in search of Bunty. However what I had not expected was that Mary had gone in search of the delectable"dame Eliza Crawford."

The first of all I knew of it was the said lady Eliza appeared before me, demanding to know what I had said about her. Her appearance was not unwelcome but having several beaus in tow was troubling.

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

"A dance,"I replied.

"Well I have it on unspoiled federal agency you wish to pole me !"Eliza expounded,"well sir I am not a harlot,"she snapped,"And you are by far the least likely gentleman, or indeed man, to ever come up my favour."

I was shocked by her unseemly outburst.

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

Somehow her anger diminished entirely my desire to pole her.

"I thank you for your Frank estimation,"I replied,"Your hint has merit, shall we get hitched with Blessed Virgin ?"

"No Charles you are quite drunk,"Mary insisted,"semen away before you do something we shall regret."

"drunk on love !"I laughed.

"luxuria more belike,"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 look for my carriage.

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

The Carriage had barely started when I felt Madonna's digit at my fly.

"Mary !"I challenged her.

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

"Mary !"I protested.

"Your turning, my teat would welcome some attention if you have a moment."she countered.

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

"No, I think not,"I demurred.

"Up my skirts then, sense my subdued satiny second joint, my warm soft silky second joint,"she teased,"Ease your fingerbreadth inside me, take my honour,"she challenged.

"Er,"I demurred again, `` What the Satan has got into you ?"

"zero !"she replied,"Absolutely zip, I am at your beck and call constantly, I am mistaken for your whore and never ever do you show me any considerateness what so ever !"

"But Virgin Mary I have nothing but the utmost respect for you,"I pleaded,

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

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

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

"The Virgin, some decorum please,"Bunty asked plaintively.

"Then I shall ravish you,"Blessed Virgin insisted and with that she grasped me by the brass and kissed me on the lips.

Her tongue 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 mammilla,"she hissed.

I grasped her bodice and tried to pull up her breasts, I failed. I grasped her gown firmly and went to bust it from her but the stitching held.

"If I may arrive at a hypnotism,"Bunty chipped in,"Wait until you get home, undress completely and fornicate lewdly yet privately in Charles Stuart's bed.

"Uggh,"Mary 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."

"plosive consonant the equipage !"I ordered. The Coachman obeyed. I leapt from the equipage, helped Mary to climb down too and then ordered Bunty,"Loft her bird Bunty I have indigence which shall not be denied.

Bunty did as I asked, and by the flickering light of the carriage's side lights he raised the hem of his sis gown and petty coat to her chin and very kindly tore her pantaloons own one face so they slid down her get out leg leaving her contribution bare.

She leaned against the coach, her bottom against the threshold and somehow in the confusion and the darkness my member unerringly found her womb.

A brief cry of pain and she was mine. It was pleasant, comfy, oddly comrade, so put-upon had I become to Mary's fragrance and her presence.

"Are you comfortable ?"I asked.

"Hardly, the step is digging in my backbone and your member tearing me in one-half,"she replied.

"Shall we stop ?"I asked.

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

trade good noble she wanted me to expell in her, and I desired zip in the whole humankind more than to expell in her so quite precipitately and suddenly I expelled in the most pleasant of ways conceivable. All was well with the world.

In a minute all was done. Madonna had discarded her ruin pantaloon and was mopping her womans parts with them, following which she wiped my member with them and in a trice all was as it began. Three mass fully clothed in a carriage.

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

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

Mary was very quiet."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 walk through the Natalie Wood, something to take over endlessly for the pleasure."

We arrived at my home. Stepped from the equipage and Mary and I made our way to my room.

I helped her from her gown, unmake her girdle, bared her completely and with my sass and tongue started the fireworks within her breasts, her omphalus her chin, her mouth. My fingerbreadth entered and enlarged her one-armed bandit ready for my appendage and on my big four bill bed with earnest protest of lovemaking the pyrotechnic commenced.

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