MILADY CONSTANCE CUNNINGHAM
A Tale of Tail in Iambs
By Izzy Ess,
Should Auld Loch Ness Confess
Milady Constance Cunningham was cunning and so stunning in her royal
gown which was transparent and apparently designed to show her charms to
everyone. And charms she had, besides
her winning personality, she had a body that would charm a rattle-snake. Her hour-glass figure was perfection,
incarnate. Her tiny crops of hair
beneath her armpits and her little pregnant stomach mound accentuated her great
curves and ample breasts and derriere, prepared for motherhood. Her husband, Duke of Marlborough was quiet in
her glowing presence and glowed red whenever he did glance at her great body
through the filmy gauzy gown she wore. Milady
Connie noted to herself the bulges in the trousers of the many men of royal
breeding who surrounded her. She felt
like taking them in pairs or triplets to her breasts and lower regions so that
they may feed upon her loveliness. In
fact, she had her eye on Prince Pierre De Ville, of Paris, a tall singularly
handsome young shy man who got too close enough to her to touch her nipples, accidentally
on purpose. Fluttering her lovely lashes
at him, she did crook her finger at him, showing him the way to tunnels to her
secret bedroom in between the walls of Mansfield Mansion by the sea of Firth of
Forth. They lingered temptingly atop the
silken paisley sheets while she unloosened all her bows that kept her gown from
falling open, altogether. He was modest
and was inexperienced, while she was worldly and so confident. She showed him how to let his fingers do the
walking and the talking on her lovely body and her swollen belly and her
swollen breasts and pointy nipples, which would squirt a little, now and then,
of watery white liquid, which when licked, suggested myrrh and frankincense. Milady Connie took her gown off altogether
and encouraged her Pierre to take off all his clothes and underwear. She put a pillow underneath her head and
spread her tresses on it. She turned
away from him and showed the Prince her swollen, yet still very shapely,
derriere, allowing young Pierre to stroke her derriere and get a close-up look
at her magnificent sex organs that she liked to show the Duke of Marlborough
for appetizers to her inner sancta.
Prince Pierre turned crimson red, but took a look at all Milady’s charms
and private parts. She gave the Prince
permission to insert his finger, gently, and explore her inner cavities. He used two fingers and a third, as
necessary, to completely feel the inner stuff that Connie had to offer. With a smile that would have stopped a
thousand ships, Milady Constance Cunningham reached back to grab Pierre’s
magnificent sex organ, which was throbbing and a little drippy. She stroked his manhood and he couldn’t hold
it in; he shot his ammunition straight at her plump bottom. Connie laughed and said, “you’d better lick
it up, my dear, Pierre.” He promptly put
his pouting lips right on her bottom and began to lick his hot stuff up. Our Connie moaned and started grunting as he
put his tongue to all her private parts to do a yeoman’s job in cleaning up his
sexy stuff. Milady started making a
small puddle on the sheets as juices from her inner regions started squirting
out, as she did moan and murmur, “My Pierre!
You have a wonderful big tongue, which has the talent of a
rattlesnake. Please do not desist and
keep on licking up my juices and your stuff.
If possible, insert your tongue right in my hot receptacle and push it
in as far as you can go.” Pierre
complied. Milady Constance started
popping off in little spasms of delight.
She whispered, “My Pierre, I love you.
You may visit me at any time and do my things with your great tongue. Or, would you like to put your throbbing
manhood in my hot and lubricated inner chamber?” Prince Pierre positioned his great organ at
her entrance and he thrust it in. She
gasped and said, “Oh my, Pierre! Oh, my
young and precious French Potato, I love you.
Please thrust some more and hold me tight and grab my swollen mammories,
before they burst. Thrust harder, my
Adonis! Thrust until you burst my bag of
waters and bring out my little son.” Adroitly,
Prince Pierre retrieved a bigger pillow and put it underneath his lover’s
lovely hips. It showed her derriere to
great advantage and it opened up her inner areas. Her belly hung below her. Prince Pierre got up on both his knees and
put his organ deep inside her and began to slowly push and thrust and wiggle on
her derriere. Milady Connie wiggled,
too, and giggled, counter thrusting on Pierre’s great organ deep inside of her. Pierre’s great member lengthened and
increased in girth, increased the delightful squeals from Constance. Our Pierre was pile-driving intensively, when
he finally exploded and deposited a great big load of sticky, salty stuff so
deep inside of Connie, she could feel it in her throat. Pierre began to scream so loudly, he
attracted frightened people who came in Milady’s secret chamber to ensure that
nobody was dying. Royal Head of
Household, Duke of Marlborough was there assisting Prince Pierre to make a
dismount and reveal his red and throbbing weapon to the crowd, who crowded into
the small bedroom. Ladies and the gentlemen
all gasped. In turn, they all disrobed
and took Pierre’s huge weapon into them, the ladies and the gentlemen, alike,
of royal heritage. The room became so
tight with bodies, it was hard to stay apart, and soon there was a start of further
joining and entwining just before the bell announced the evening meal was being
served. The room was overcrowded with
the royal personages who were like a giant human mass of arms and legs and
pelvises and swollen members. It was
hardly noticed that Milady Connie had delivered her small son, but soon his
crying told the tale of tail to everyone.
Some folks were crowded out and moved to find another bedroom where they
could continue all their joining and entwining.
Nurse Adele McGill appeared and took the baby to her breast to clean him
up and get his airways clear. The
newborn calmed right down and started sucking.
Nurse Adele undressed and gave the baby her big nipples to suck on. Milady Constance took her cue and took her
newborn to her breasts and readied nipples.
Royal personages stood and gave a standing O to our Milady Constance and
her husband Duke Alphonso. Prince Pierre
was left with no one, ‘til the Duke made offers of his derriere to Prince
Pierre. Both Duke and Prince were
satisfied, tremendously. Milady Connie
smiled her winning smile, while giving all the milk she had to her new baby, dubbed
Pierre, the Prince of Marlborough. The
naked royal courtiers found their way to royal dining rooms, where they enjoyed
some Shepherd’s Pie and bangers made from royal venison and angry boars. The potent Port served to enhance the
laughter and the sexy attitudes of all the guests who just adjourned to comfy
couches and the other bedrooms for an evening of romance and sexual
activity. Milady Constance offered, to
her young Pierre, the chopped up roasted afterbirth. Pierre just loved it with the Port of
Buckingham. A Princess Isobel did offer
Prince Pierre her company, and luscious body, secretly adjourning to the hidden
bedrooms, in between the tower walls.
Enough be said of lovely Lady Constance,
Who perfected her great sexy wiggly dance;
Pierre partook
And closed the book
In this small tale of pomp and circumstance.
THE END
©izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
July 20, 2013
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