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Lord Algernon's Tale
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Lord Algernon's Tale
by Bleys
A Brief Introduction
I am not a Young Man, nor was I when I came into my Sexual Power. I
am something of a Gargoyle, you see; a Defect at my Birth gave me a
twisted Leg, and a Childhood Accident gave me an even more twisted Face.
Added to this, I am of a Very Small Stature, and most Women of Average
Height tower over me. With these things to set me back in the Flush of
my Youth, it is no wonder that I was a full Twenty and Seven Years Old
before I buried My Member in a Woman. But once I had done so, I began to
understand that while Nature had shorted me dreadfully in certain Areas,
She had More than Made Up For It in other Areas. I had always been...
attached to my Member, but when I found out the Impression we had on the
Fairer Sex, I named Him accordingly and even had Him knighted by the Crown
Prince at a dinner one night... We were Intoxicated, of course,
but really, that is Another Story. Sir Geoffrey and I served each Other
well, and for many years, our Escapades were among the Favorite Scandals
of London.
Chapter One: Seduction
In Which Lord Algernon Explains His Marriage,
and Reveals the Details of His First Encounter with His Eldest Daughter
'Twas late in October when I married Sarah. I must have been
Quite Out of My Mind. Aye, she was a Luscious Widow, but her Favors
proved most unsatisfying in the Marriage Bed. She was not the least
impressed by Sir Geoffrey and my Efforts. Oh, the Shame of not testing
the Wench out before the Exchange of Vows! Nevertheless, I resigned
myself to the Fate of a Frigid Wife, and began to look elsewhere for
Comfort. My Advice to you, Men, is marry not with the merely Beautiful
women, no matter how Large their Breasts. Especially, do not let Beauty
blind you to Greed. Sarah married me Solely for the de Winter Diamonds
and Emeralds. How fortunate that she did not enjoy the Bed Sports well
enough to find out just how Detailed the de Winter jewelers had been in
providing Ornamentation for my Revered Ancesters.
I cast about me for a Woman to Relieve my Aching Need in, but I
was not successful in finding even One who Aroused Sir Geoffrey on the
entire estate. It was with a Heavy Heart and an Pained Groin that I
agreed to Sarah's plea that I go to Miss Keller's Academy for the
Refinement of Young Ladies and retrieve her eldest daughter for the
Winter Holiday. This was Elizabeth, who I had faint memory of from the
Wedding. Elizabeth was eighteen and set to make her Debut in a few
months.
I drove to Miss Keller's in a closed carriage... or Rode,
actually, as John Coachman did the driving of the Horses. We arrived in
Early Afternoon, and I had my interview with Miss Keller immediately upon
arrival. She was a Fine Figure of a Woman, but her mouth was twisted
into an almost permanent Frown of Disapproval, so I paid her no more
Attention, and went down to the Sitting Room and awaited the girl who was
now my Eldest Daughter.
She was quite Lovely, though not in the Manner of her mother,
which is to say not Bold and Saucy. She had rather a Sweet Docility
about her. Sir Geoffrey lept at the sight of Her. She was not terribly
tall, I suppose, but even with the Heels on my Boots, I still had to Gaze
upwards to take in the Beauty of her Face. "Lord Algernon," she greeted
me. I did not object that she did not call me Father.
"The Carriage is waiting, my dear," I told her and gave her my
Arm as we made for the Door. John Coachman let us into the Carriage and
closed us in, then jumped up and started the Horses.
"You are a Lovely Girl," I told her. She smiled at me, and it
Illuminated her face.
"Thank you, Lord Algernon," she said.
"Are you looking forward to your first Season?" I asked.
"No, Lord Algernon, I am not."
I was suprised. "And why is that, Elizabeth?"
"Because I am a Virgin and a Young Unmarried Lady of Noble Birth, I
shall not be allowed to do anything Interesting my whole stay in London!"
she exclaimed, as though Vexed beyond Belief.
At this Bold Statement, Sir Geoffrey moved to Attention like a
Dog Hunting Birds.
"You are a Virgin?" I said. She had the Grace to Blush
Prettily.
"Yes, my lord," she agreed.
"No Young and Handsome Footman has Seduced you?" I asked, knowing
Much of Footmen.
"No, my lord."
"Harumph," I said, and folding my Arms, leaned back in my Seat in
an Attitude of Disbelief.
"I am, my lord!" she exclaimed Righteously.
"I shall Reserve Judgement, as I have not the Means to verify
it," I said, looking out the window, quite Certain of the Game we were
Both playing.
"Oh, you do not believe me!" she cried Angrily. "Check for
yourself if you must!" She too leaned back in her Seat, her Attitude one
of Righteous Indignation. I noted that her Knees fell slightly Apart as
she did this, though they were buried neath her Skirts.
"I shall," I said in a tone of Resignation, as if Weary of the
Entire Conversation, but moved forward towards her Seat in the Carriage,
and knelt beside her on the Floor. I moved a Hand up beneath her Skirts
and between her Precious Limbs. The Baggage wore no Underclothing! My
Hand found the Patch of Hair, and then below it, that Velvet Furrow.
Elizabeth's was Moist with the Vapor of Love, I found, stroking it. She
moved beneath my Hand and moaned slightly. Sir Geoffrey had the Attitude
of a Rock, after the Weeks of Denial. I slid, as Gentle as a Breeze, a
Finger into the Narrow Tunnel whose breeching was the Object of Our
Debate. It was as she had said. I pulled my Finger out, and Elizabeth
moaned so Touchingly that I thought Sir Geoffrey would never Recover his
Flaccid State.
"Well, Young Lady, it is as you say, but I am Concerned as to why
you would Test me in this Fashion."
She opened her Bright Eyes. "Well..." she began slowly. "No
Footmen have had their Way with me, but they have Taught me a Thing or
Two." She paused. "And my School Friend is Effie Forsythe, and her
Brother occasionally tells her the Stories about you."
I sat back on my Heels, ignoring the Pain in my Leg and the
Stiffness in my Groin as best I could.
"So, you thought..." I said as Calmly as Possible, while
watching her Breasts Heave with her Lungs at the top of her Bodice.
"I thought I should have to be Seduced before I Died of the Heat
between my Lower Limbs, and I thought it might as well be you,
my lord." She began unfastening her Bodice, her Eyes staring at the
Bulge of Sir Geoffrey.
It was Quite at the Insistence of Sir Geoffrey that I opened up my
Pantaloons and allowed my Dearest Friend the Freedom of Open Air.
Elizabeth's eyes widened, her Bodice half open and one Rosy-tipped Breast
spilling forth. On my Knees before her, I pushed her Skirts up round her
Waist and allowed the Moist Head of Sir Geoffrey touch her White Thigh
while I opened my Mouth and Suckled greedily at her Teat. Elizabeth's
Breath caught and began on a Cascade of Moans that were Music to my ears.
My Fingers trailed down to the Silken Purse between her Thighs, and opened
the Purse delicately. I found the Swollen Rosebud of her Pleasure and
caused it to Bloom further, all the while Nurturing my Passion at her
Breast.
It was perhaps too Soon, but I knew that the Deprivation had
lasted too long for us both-- hers was Eighteen Years and mine Eighteen
Weeks. I guided Sir Geoffrey into the Tight and Willing Sheath. There
was the Slightest of Audible Popping Noises; Elizabeth's Pretty Face
twisted, then smoothed out as Sir Geoffrey found his Way Deep Inside
Her. "Oooooooo," she groaned. I began to Thrust with Long Strokes,
while my Finger reached Between us and Fondled the Small Breastless
Nipple betwixt her Legs. Her cries grew Louder as the Nipple swelled and
swelled; quite suddenly it disappeared altogether, and in another Sweet
Moment while I Drove Sir Geoffrey into her as Deeply as she could Take,
she had Clenched all around me in that Spasm of Pleasure. I then allowed
my own Spasm to Overtake me, and Sir Geoffrey exploded his Load into her
Waiting Glove. She reached around me to grasp my Buttocks and squeezed
them Tightly, while another Spasm shook her. I smiled down at this
Dissheveled and Satisfied young woman, and watched as the Life seemed to
Drain from her, and she fell Limp. I gently removed Sir Geoffrey from
the Tender Embraces of her Nether Region, and climbed up onto the Seat
next to her and took her into my Arms, and became very Grateful that she
would be with us for Weeks to come.
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