JULES
AND GENEVIEVE
A
Tale of Tail and Politics
By Izzy Ess of Inverness
Seville
was mortified at having to clean out the stalls of Lord De Milles’ old
stables. His two horses, Sycamore and
Satellite, were gross producers of so much smelly manure, that he did become
quite nauseated in their stalls with mahogany woodwork and gold name plates
upon them. Yet Jules Seville was
penniless and needed money for his pleasures which included evening sex with
Guinevere, the buxom chamber maid that worked the bedrooms on the second story
of De Milles’ great mansion by the Lake of Wonderment in Hartford Shire, Great
Britain, just southwest of Londonderry, Village de la Coeur, to be exact. Guinevere demanded cocktails and a dance or
two at Geoffrey’s Pub and Eatery, in town.
Jules was a little fond of her because she was faithful to him and was
always willing to stand up for him in any closet that he chose to take
her. Even when he reeked of horse
manure, she didn’t mind if he rotated her and put his manhood up her derriere,
in either orifice. In fact, she seemed
to have a preference for rear door penetration and carried on as if she were
ecstatic. Guiney, for her part, liked
Jules. She thought him handsome and
well-built, with muscles that were strong and bulging. At times, they snuck into a room with sheets
and all and had a roll in someone’s sack, completely naked. She liked to show her breasts to Jules, for
they were large and bulging and responsive to his touch. She much enjoyed the rocking and the rolling
that her Jules could do.
Guiney
took to coming to the stables to get a leg up on the evening. The freshly mucked out hay was stimulating
and they often joined up in an empty stable.
Jules and Guinevere were recognized as being lovers by all the hands and
maidens of De Milles’ great mansion.
There were fifty people, cooks and gardeners, chambermaids and
launderers, butlers, servers and the souchef guys who worked the kitchen and
the gallery young girls. It was not
unusual for staff to raid the liquor cabinet and pass out shots of really good
alcohol. When De Milles was sleeping,
there were hanky panky hijinks all through the mansion, upstairs, downstairs
and in the gardens. A lot of pregnancies
resulted from this great activity and lots of little tots were everywhere. De Milles himself was celibate and did not
participate, at all, in hanky panky hijinks.
He was married once for six whole months, but didn’t like it much. He was a staunch Conservative and Roman
Catholic. He insisted on a prayer before
each meal, where everyone was obligated to bow down their heads and look involved
in asking God for Mercy and a bountiful harvest, or, at least, a fresh side of
roasted venison for the main course at the meals.
Our
Jules Seville was quite ambitious and he organized the staff for a revolt
against De Milles. De Milles, alarmed, called
in the Army and the Navy and he stood his ground. Seville called for his re-enforcements from
neighbouring estates and amassed a poorly armed militia. The Lords called for a declaration of a war
between the nobles and the serfs. The
battle was removed to Plains of Abraham where peasants roundly defeated all the
nobles. The serfs elected Jules to be
their leader and he quickly organized tribunals to give punishment to all the
noblemen and noblewomen. All of them
were declared criminals and put to work in chains for mucking out the stables
and clearing all the mud from meadows.
Jules’ advisors did declare him King of all the land and crowned him in
the castle in yon Inverness.
Jules
chose his Guinevere to be his Queen and she looked splendid in her jeweled
gown, her jeweled crown and her massive cleavage, which caught the eye of every
male that was a citizen, plus illegal migrant workers, who had just snuck
in. She proudly held her court in her
bedroom and just undressed her breasts to please the crowds of men that came to
see them. Some asked to touch her
nipples. She agreed so long as if she
got excited some man would service her completely. She managed to get laid at least three times
each day, which satisfied her very well.
King Jules was just a little miffed but he was having so much fun with
all the young girl staffers who were anxious to just please a king, that he
ignored his Guinevere and her shenanigans.
Besides, he got the full attention of Queen Guiney each and every night,
which satisfied them both.
The
Tsar of Russia sent his emissary to be diplomatically correct. The emissary was quite pleased with Guinevere
and her great breasts. He reported to
the Tsar, that all was well and stayed an extra month to re-enforce the
friendliness between the Russians and the British. The Empress of the Eastern Kingdom came
herself to see what Jules was all about.
She found him handsome, muscular and willing to accommodate her in her
horniness. She stayed an extra three
months to enjoy King Jules and Queen Guiney and their night time
sexuality. An African Congo King was
like-wise pleased by Guiney’s breasts and he stayed for two whole years to
enjoy the friendliness of Guinevere.
Guiney was enthralled by his techniques of intercourse and ordered his
guest bed to be adjacent to her own. The
Queen of Congo slept in Jules big bed and showed him how to do the figure
eight, enjoined and closely intertwined.
Everything
was hunky dory in Great Britain until the Duke of Waterloo combined with Duchess
of the Northern parts of Scotland.
Together they had thousands follow them to march upon the new King Jules
and his Queen Guinevere. The battle
lines were drawn out in the Plains of Abraham.
King Jules was maimed and Guinevere was stripped bare-naked and was
taken hostage by the Duke of Waterloo who seemed to know what Guinevere would
want. With Jules quite maimed and in
some shackles, naked Guinevere was raped in front of him by all the officers
and carried off to Northern parts of Scotland.
Captive and so captivated, Guiney, was completely entertaining to the
Lairds of Hebrides, the Danes and other Vikings, Scandinavians and Laplanders,
male and female, both, plus the native Americans and cool Canadians, who enjoed
their curling, golf and hockey pucks on ice.
Meanwhile,
still in shackles, healed and randy, Jules just barely tolerated prison lasses
hired especially to keep calm the men in chains, who hardly ever were well fed
and serviced by the Highland and the Lowland buxom Scottish Lasses. One such lass, the daughter of a Scottish
Laird, just fell in love with Jules, his male equipment and his swollen sac of
balls. She procured a rusty key and
released her love, in order to just sneak him to her private chambers and her
private parts, of which she was so rightly proud. Together, they produced ten healthy tots who
formed a winning team of curlers, which won the Highland trophies, ten years,
running. Jules who aged magnificently
and his Highland Lass, the young Duchess of the Hebrides, Sophia MacAfee, fled
to Canada, with all their tots and started the bold Montreal Canadiens, who won
the Stanley cup, repeatedly, in years to come.
Sophia outlived Jules by twenty years.
She stayed faithful to her lover while he lived, while afterwards, she
linked up with a Trudeau character who liked his politics as well as quite
mature old women, and young women, who he kept around for his amusement, all
the day and night.
Meantime,
Genevieve was privy to the information in regard to her own Jules and when he
died, she created a great stable, with mahogany and named the Clydesdale after
Jules, engraving a gold plate for his own stall. Guiney continued entertaining Lairds well
into her bright golden years and died a happy woman in her nineties. She was buried underneath the hay in Jules
Memorial mahogany stall and a golden plate engraved for her was placed beside
the one that said the Spirit of her Jules was lingering about, somehow.
So
ends the story of Genevieve and Jules, the lovers of Great Britain who were outstanding
in the hay and elsewhere. The King and
Queen are gone; Long Live the King and Queen who presently control the English
and the Scottish Countrysides. They will
never be as entertaining as Genevieve and Jules, nor will they be as bold as
them, making hay and love in stalls and closets, everywhere.
THE
END
© izzy sommers, md
Wetland, Kanata
October 6, 2013
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