Fireworks..

I saw her across the crowded Lucille Ball room. Gliding effortlessly around the floor, like a bird of heaven. Delectable. A Swan like neck, perfect tense bosoms, sparkling blue eyes, perfection in man form. Dressed in an exquisitely bespoken nightdress of a vivid green hue with ermine trimmings, my heart skipped a beat.

Suddenly my unanimous being yearned to pass on out to her, to discover her swirling ball nightgown, to extract her arrant bosoms to feel their firm softness to fall away off her underthings and unlace her corsets, to run my fingers around her womanishness, to stroke her silky inner thighs and to carry her for my pleasure.

But how to build her acquaintance ? One can not after all merely walk up to a young and very eligable madam to whom one has not been introduced and suggest a spot of lewd and rampant criminal conversation. Not in polite society.

Bunty Burlingham was at my berm as always and his sister Mary was as usual hovering nearby, they seemed almost joined at hip. Bunty was an amiable enough cove and often we found our way to the same company and ballock, quite likely because I often dived into my own sac when bills were to be paid whereas Bunty ah, did not.

Mary was such a usual companion that I generally failed to take news 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 delectable creature ?"in The Virgin's presence whilst pointing at the vision of lovliness.

Mary followed my gaze, in her raised hound she was near my own height,"That,"she averred,"Is Lady Eliza Thomas Crawford. Her father owns half of 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 fairish dame defenses."

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

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

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

"Work your magic old daughter,"Bunty suggested.

The Virgin sighed and ventured forth.

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

I had no dubiousness Mary would get the imagination of loveliness, my own condition was well known as my founder had wisely drunk himself to oblivion to insulate himself from mothers barbed tongue and compounded it by driving his own bus 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 notice is full,"she explained.

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

"But of course,"Mary declared.

My member was stiffened by thoughts of poling the wench, even the thought of kissing her sweet lips was rousing me. Rousing me in a most uncomfortable manner as space to stretch forth within my knee pants was most severely limited.

I sought to rearrange my underthings.

Mary saw my discomfiture."Charles IX 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 room access leading on to the raised paseo which ran around the exterior of the building some various feet above street story. A low pillarred wall or ballustrade protected the unwary from precipitaely descending several pes to terra firma. It was a most popular stead for important person to take the air when the aura became warmed to excess.

My member was really rearing now with the expectation of what was to occur. I stood and grasped the breastwork and Mary stood behind me. Her practiced fingerbreadth swiftly loosened my belt and undid the buttons on my fly. Her sweet manus slipped down inside my breeches and began to massage my tumultuous member.

She eased him from my fly and placed one manus around my slam while the other cupped my bollock."Is that better,"she whispered, as she gently squeezed my testicle and itch 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 strain, it is not full for your health,"she whispered in my ear.

I felt her breath on my neck, her brim touched my ear, I imagined it was Eliza's sassing, Eliza's hands, no I imagined it was Eliza's womb gripping my fellow member not Madonna's hired man. It was enticing and I luxuriated in the sense and indeed my dismissal was soon approaching on moving ridge of ecstasy.

Mary carefully aimed my member out between the pillars of the breastwork as she sensed my moment was upon me, thus when I expelled the silvery emissions flew exculpated in a bully parabola to land in the street below.

"better ?"Madonna enquired.

"Yes, I thank you."I replied as I wiped my phallus with a mitt kerchief.

The next affair some overbold 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 gentleman consorted with ladies, or perhaps womanhood in the phantasm or against the parapet in various phase of flagrante.

"I say, The Virgin is no whore, she is my, ah,"I blustered, I knew not what to say, Mary had kindly eased my stress on legion affair, I never questioned why.

"Fiancé, we are betrothed,"Mary ventured.

"Indeed, my groom-to-be,"I agreed.

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

"I am so regretful,"I apologised.

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

"What ?"I queried.

"Your proposition,"she laughed.

I laughed as well, what a thought.

We returned to the Ball room, the angel from originally was still attracting everyone's care but some of my blast was now sated.

"Do you still bid to pole her ?"Madonna asked.

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

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

"Mary have some decorum !"I insisted.

"Decorum,"she laughed,"It was you who had your phallus 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 driving you wild with pleasure whilst you do absolutely nothing for me, not a kiss on my cheek even let alone on my boob or privileged thigh."

"The Virgin, I have the utmost esteem for you,"I assured her,"You are one of my best friends."

"Your unpaid whore more likely,"she replied,"well Charles, no more bridge player, side by side prison term you have needs you may pole me or nothing."

"What ? I demanded.

She regaled me with a house stare,"I shall no longer undertake to still your tension with my hands, next sentence you need relief you must bed me, you must please me as you take your own pleasure and thereafter seduce me an offer 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"Lady Eliza Crawford."

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

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

"A saltation,"I replied.

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

I was shocked by her unseemly outburst.

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

Somehow her anger diminished entirely my desire to pole her.

"I thank you for your frank assessment,"I replied,"Your hypnotism has merit, shall we espouse Mary ?"

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

"Drunk on love life !"I laughed.

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

"Get the coach Bunty,"Mary ordered. Bunty saw the sentience of it and went to attempt my carriage.

We collected our cloaks and ventured Forth into the night, the motorcoach and four awaited us and we stepped aboard, Bunty facing the posterior and Mary and I together on the opposite seat.

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

"Madonna !"I challenged her.

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

"Madonna !"I protested.

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

"Don't worry on my contribution, 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 skirts then, feel my cushy silky second joint, my warm diffuse silky second joint,"she teased,"simplicity your digit inside me, hire my honour,"she challenged.

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

"naught !"she replied,"Absolutely nothing, I am at your beck and call constantly, I am mistaken for your harlot and never ever do you show me any consideration what so ever !"

"But Mary I have cypher but the utmost respect 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 ravish you,"Mary insisted and with that she grasped me by the cheeks 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 teats,"she hissed.

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

"If I may make a suggestion,"Bunty chipped in,"Wait until you get home, disinvest completely and fornicate lewdly yet privately in Charles II'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."

"catch the perambulator !"I ordered. The Coachman obeyed. I leapt from the carriage, helped Mary to alight too and then ordered Bunty,"Loft her bird Bunty I have motivation which shall not be denied.

Bunty did as I asked, and by the flickering light of the pusher's side Light Within he raised the hem of his sisters gown and petty coats to her chin and very kindly tore her pantaloons own one side so they slid down her left leg leaving her parts bare.

She leaned against the private instructor, her rear end against the door 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, easy, oddly companion, so put-upon had I become to Mary's olfactory property and her presence.

"Are you comfortable ?"I asked.

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

"Shall we cease ?"I asked.

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

Good Godhead she wanted me to expell in her, and I desired zip in the whole world 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. Mary had discarded her ruined pantaloons and was mopping her womanhood parts with them, following which she wiped my extremity with them and in a wink all was as it began. Three citizenry 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 feller, if she's with tike you really ought to take a crap her an offer."

Blessed Virgin was very quiet."Is everything all right ?"I asked.

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

"Ordinary, comfortable,"I agreed,"Nice, pleasant, like a walk of life through the forest, something to repeat endlessly for the pleasure."

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

I helped her from her gown, undo her corsets, bared her completely and with my oral fissure and tongue started the fireworks within her breasts, her navel point her Kuki, her back talk. My fingers entered and enlarged her slot ready for my member and on my big four bill bed with dear protest of love the firework commenced.

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