ANGEL
OF THE LORDS
A
Fictitious Tale Of Tail With Religious Implications And Angelic Therapies Which
Would Make An Excellent Oratorio Or Madrigal Or Fairy Tale For Adults. It Is Also An Exciting Entrepreneurial
Adventure Never Told Before And Will Not Be Told
Hereafter. Perhaps A Person With Talent
Could Make This Into An Oratorio, A Fairy Tale Or A Madrigal
By Izzy Ess Of No Finesse
Sir
Sydney Effingham was in his chambers when a chambermaid approached him and she
asked, “Is there something I can do for you before you do retire, tonight? It’s getting late and I must prepare the
rooms for sleeping for yourself and Lady Sophie Effingham. Would you like another Brandy or cigar? The Cubans have arrived by courier.” Sir Sydney turned his eyes to gaze upon the
lovely Guinevere Seville who just had turned but eighteen yesterday. She had a body like a Venus and arms that
would encircle a good man of breeding.
So, he said, “Perhaps I’ll try a little derriere, if you don’t
mind. Milady Sophie has enlarged her
belly and her derriere beyond repair and I have not seen pretty derriere for
thirty years!”
Our
Guinevere did blush and did comply with her employer and her Lord. She turned and showed Milord her
derriere. Milord pulled down her pantyhose
and looked for moments at her perky derriere.
“Oh my!” he said. “I confess, I
have not seen a derriere as pretty as this one, for ages. May I touch it, dear?” Ms. Guinevere did blush but did not
move. She said, “You own me sir. You may touch me or my derriere whenever you
desire. Do you desire to touch me on my
derriere or elsewhere, my good sir?”
Sir
Sidney grabbed his chest and fell upon the ground. He had stopped breathing and his colour was
not good. Our Guinevere did scream for
help and the Butler, Jeeves, came running.
He saw Sir Sidney dead upon the floor and started CPR. Ms. Guinevere assisted him and started mouth
to mouth resuscitation. She laid him
supine on the floor and straddled both his hips. She had a rocking motion to her artificial
respirations and she felt a pressure on her private parts. She checked and found her derriere was bare;
her pantyhose were still around her knees.
Sir Sydney’s manhood had become erect and was pressing firmly on her
private parts. She shrugged her
shoulders and allowed his masthead to slip into her hot honeypot, which was
quite lubricated from her previous activity and all went smoothly with the
artificial respiration. Sir Sydney came
alive and Jeeves exclaimed, “You’ve done it Guinevere, my dear. Keep doing what you’re doing and I think
we’ve brought Sir Sydney back to life!”
So
much excited was the younger woman that she became quite vigorous in her
resuscitative movements and the more she rocked, the harder was her Lord’s
great manhood. She did scream aloud with
sheer delight as he exploded into her and made a huge deposit of his salty
semen. She exploded, too and had a dozen
spasms of delight. The butler Jeeves was
so excited he exploded, too, before he had a chance to drop his trousers. Milady Effingham had entered and she saw her
husband fornicating and exclaimed, “What do you think you’re doing, my dear
Guinevere? He is getting old and could
expire!” Jeeves did explain to her that
he did indeed expire and was brought back to life by an angel who had acted
quickly. Milady was a little doubtful
but she watched with awe as her old husband made another deep deposit and
another one did follow! Guinevere had
dozens more explosions and was smiling broadly with delight.
Jeeves
had popped the buttons of his fly and his big manhood pointed at Milady who
knew exactly what to do. She exposed her
derriere and offered it to Jeeves, and he accepted, gratefully. Milady bent to grasp her knees and Jeeves did
ram his manhood deep inside of her own honeypot and then exploded with a
grunt. Milady Effingham was quite
delighted and she had some spasms never had before. She wished that she had tried this in the
past but Jeeves had never seemed that interested in her quite enlarged old
derriere. A full half hour passed and
pleasure did abound…
A
sheepish look came over all the faces in the room as disengagement did
occur. Jeeves produced a moistened
clothe and everyone cleaned up their juices, artfully. The women pulled up their pantyhose and the
men re-buttoned their own flies. Jeeves
remarked that he would get Sir Sydney to his room and Milady Effingham said she
would tuck him in. Our Guinevere was
quite embarrassed by her shows of pleasure but our Jeeves did reassure her that
she saved a life and should be proud. He
also mentioned that she would get bonuses from both the Lord and his rich Lady
for her efforts. A happy couple was
tucked in and Jeeves and Guinevere retired to their own rooms.
The
reputation of our Guinevere spread throughout the manor and through the Shire
of Effingham. Some Lords from other
Shires dropped by to grasp their chests and feign huge heart attacks and were
rewarded by the lovely Guinevere with rocking motions that had gladdened them
and apparently resuscitated them. Ms.
Guinevere and Jeeves received huge bonuses from all the gentlemen who were
quite wealthy and quite generous. Some
wealthy Lairds did travel from the cities Edinburgh and London, Dublin and
Manchester and knew exactly what to do.
They clutched their chests and fell supine upon the ground. Jeeves would fish out their manhoods and
Guinevere would bare her derriere.
Milady Effingham would often catch our Jeeves and get him to get into
her own honeypot, from in front or from the rear and help him with his healthy
manhood. Milady was quite grateful and
slipped our Jeeves some coins of gold and silver for his efforts which she
thought was wonderful. Our Guinevere was
always smiling broadly and enjoying her appointed role as Angel of the Lords.
The
King of England visited one day with an exciting entourage of Lords and Ladies
of the Realm. A treasure pot was brought
by all who were assigned to rooms in the huge manor by Milady Effingham. She made all the schedules and arranged for
visits to each room, as many times as were required to “save” the life of every
Lord and satisfy each Lady, simultaneously.
Jeeves
contrived to satisfy the Ladies and our Guinevere did her Angelic Act for every
Lord. Milady got her jollies from the
Butlers of the Realm who seemed to relish her fat derriere. A full month was required to “save” the King
on three occasions and his Lords and Ladies at least once. The King of England and the Queen did highly
recommend the Angel to just every King and Queen of Europe, Asia and of Africa. At least a dozen entourages were treated
through that year and the coffers of Milady Effingham did bulge with gold and
silver coins. She was the proud host of
the entourages and she contrived to meet with Jeeves on each and every night of
her long life.
Milord
Effingham, in fact, did die quietly in his sleep one night and no seemed to
care. Buried surreptitiously in the
Manor gardens, he just “disappeared” while Milady took the reins of the whole
manor. Jeeves moved in to her old room
with her and lived his life out happily.
The Manor managed brilliantly by Milady, thrived tremendously. Milady did promote her Guinevere to Lady of
the Chapel and dressed her like a Priestess.
Guinevere did love her new garbs and she did her Act of Saving Lives
with grand sophistication and great expertise.
She loved her black silk priestess robe and wore no underwear. Her body was more beautiful than ever as her
breasts were lifted up and out and her belly was quite flat. Her derriere was powdered by Milady and
remained quite silky and quite perky.
Jeeves
also loved the derriere of Guinevere and on evenings when there were no Kings
or Lords to “save,” the three conspirators would gather naked in Milady’s room
and diddle with each other. Jeeves was thrilled
to be inside his Guinevere while Milady was so thrilled with his
intentions. But, she saved her great big
derriere for a big treat for Jeeves who had his way with her in each and every
way, upwards, downwards, sideways and as many ways as possible. Guinevere would watch and did applaud her
Jeeves for his great creativity and Milady’s wonderful compliances. Milady’s breasts were pendulous and oh so
huge. Our Jeeves could lose his manhood
in her breasts or in her derriere and still be satisfied, completely. Sometimes Guinevere would do a Dance of
Salome or a song and dance of Miriam and excite the both of them. She loved to see the manhood of her Jeeves
jump out at her and so did Lady Effingham.
After
many years, Milady Effingham died peacefully while sleeping. Jeeves revered her and did bless her soul and
hope she went to Heaven. Guinevere and
Jeeves lived past 80, each and died within a week of each other, happily and at
good peace. They enjoyed each other’s
private parts right up until they couldn’t do it anymore without some
breathlessness. The others in the Manor
did ensure that they were buried side-by-side with Milady Effingham and Milord,
himself. An alabaster marble statue of
the young Ms. Guinevere with angel’s wings, was soon commissioned and it still
stands proudly in the grotto in the garden where they all are buried.
THE
END
AMEN AND HALLELUJAH!
© izzy sommers,
md
Welland, Canada
November 25,
2013
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