"I can see old Toby Fforbes now," I laughed, "Screwing this Turkish whore up against the wall of the whore house when," I laughed again, "He lost his balance and they fell sideways and."
"Captain Darrowby please!" Miss Price chided as she walked beside me as we followed the rest of our party along the path beside the river Colne in the glorious afternoon sunshine.
"Wrenched his member!" I added, "Groin strain they called it, three weeks in bloody sick bay and they gave him a damned medal, wounded on active service."
"Thank you Captain," she said, "When I need advice on the whores and whore houses of empire I shall certainly know whom to ask."
You see when one reaches a certain age and rank, in my case twenty eight years and a Captain, one does seemingly become irresistible as a potential husband to the unmarried elder sister of the latest debutante beauty, and I had long since perfected my speech designed to repulse at once even the most ardent admirer.
"A pleasure, anything you want to know, any position, anything I don't think there's anything I haven't seen that's possible." I assured her, "Shall we catch up with the rest of the party?"
"Have you no more tales of Turkish whores with which to regale me?" she asked.
"Indeed I have, if you are interested," I suggested.
"Indeed I am, it is my favourite subject save but for watching paint dry," she insisted, "For myself it is the fornicatory behaviour of the household servant which I find absolutely fascinating," she smiled at me with a twinkle in her eye, it un nerved me, "Hastings our Ostler well he has the appendage of a donkey, and often consorts with Milly, the scullery maid in the stables in the warmth of a summer evening."
"Oh," I gasped.
"Oh yes, poor Milly, she has such struggles at times to accommodate him, such struggles," she exclaimed, "Yet she returns time and again to be abused."
"In plain view?" I asked.
"Oh no, but from the attic window I get a view, I slip off my robes do you see, bolt the door and caress myself as I watch," she explained, "My bosoms and my peach and everything, do you see and with a rolling pin do I imagine it is Hastings ploughing me."
"Miss Price!" I exclaimed.
"Oh yes, indeed Captain," she continued, "Sometimes I bite upon a handkerchief so I do not cry out such is my ecstasy!"
"Miss Price, please!" I exclaimed anew as I felt myself blush at her impropriety as at the same time my appendage work from his slumber at the thought of Miss Price disrobed.
The line and swell of her breasts was clear at a glance such was the cut of her gown, a graceful neck ripe for kissing, yet the same gown hid her belly and her haunches, were they in the same mould I wondered? her legs, graceful, her feet were not particularly dainty.
"Captain?" she queried, "Are you quite well?"
"A momentary discomfort," I explained as the need to release my appendage from the constriction of my under breeches became urgent, "Will you excuse me?"
"Perhaps?" she said with a wicked smile, "Perhaps not."
"Miss Price please!" I said "Look away."
"Why, shall you expose yourself to me Captain, do my words instill uncontrollable lusts within you?" she chuckled.
"Yes, I need to adjust my dress woman." I exclaimed plaintively.
"Then show me!" she said, "Is that not what you had intended all along, to expose your mighty shaft that I might leap upon it in unbridled lust?"
"No!" I protested plaintively, "But I must adjust."
"Then I shall look away." she said.
Thankfully with my back to our party and Miss Prices gaze averted I released my belt and breeches buttons and eased my shaft from its constriction to lie upwards.
"Five," Miss Price said, "Out of ten."
"Miss Price!" I exclaimed as I stood in the scarlet uniform of a serving officer with my rampant pink member in my hand.
"Definitely a five," she said and she laughed, "Now put it away you look ridiculous."
"Oh my lord," I exclaimed as I struggled to make myself respectable again.
"I suppose you would like to see my mounds?" she asked.
"What?" I asked and I'm sure my shaft grew another half inch.
"My mounds, my teats?" she asked, "Is that not how officers judge a wench?"
"No," I protested as I continued to struggle.
"It is only fair," she said, "Really."
"No," I replied, "It will not be necessary."
"But you can tell your brother officers that I showed you my teats," she teased, "Popped them from their constriction and allowed you to inspect them with the utmost thoroughness."
I struggled anew, my swelling was to excess now, he sought relief not constriction, "Please Miss Price, do not torment me so," I said but she moved around and bent from the waist that I might better see down the cleft between her mounds and by so doing I saw the promise of a flat trim belly surmounted by the most desirable soft yet firm mounds, neither too large not too small.
My mind wandered to softness and clouds and that pleasant warm feeling began to overwhelm me, Miss Price appeared but as a dream and before I knew it it was all far far too late.
"Captain Darrowby please!" she wailed in a pretence at shock as the first of many great gouts of silvery emission erupted uncontrollably from my member, I knew not what to do, as my seed burst pulsating from me missing by no more than a fraction the hem of her gown.
"I am so sorry I am truly mortified," I said, "How can you ever forgive me."
"I'm sure we can make some arrangement," she said, "But perhaps a five was somewhat mean, I shall say a six." she said and she bend down to where a small pool of my emission lay and dipped her finger in in and brought it to her lips.
"Mmmm," she said, "Slightly salty, Hastings often makes Milly lick up the surplus from his shaft when they fornicate and she always says 'Ummm, salty."
I stared aghast, but before I could frame a reply she added "Oh no, I shall not lick you dry sir."
I stared helpless, our party had now slipped from sight, "Your kerchief sir," she demanded and took the same from my pocket, "Allow me," she said as she briskly wiped away the slime from my shaft and marvelled at its resurgence, "Still a six," she laughed, "Now put it away before it gets you into serious trouble."
"I really am most mortified Miss Price," I apologised most profusely, "It was entirely unintentional," I pleaded, "Pray how may I atone for my impropriety?"
"Indeed, I am mortified," she said her eyes twinkling, "Its is insulting when an offer to display one's charms is cast aside without consideration."
"So you are not discomfitted?" I enquired hopefully.
"Oh no, but wait until I tell Mama!" she replied.
"Then in due course I shall take the utmost pleasure in viewing your charms," I agreed, "Mounds teats, and every other thing that you wish to display."
"Shall you start with my mouth like as with a horse?" she asked.
