Jeeves and the Greasy Bird, further complications

Jas Waterbery (greasy bird) had just departed from our presence and I can't say I was at my chirpiest with the well-upolstered Trixie settling down cozily in my lap. There was no sign of the Glossop menace anywhere, curse her.
Trixie seemed to take it into her head that what was needed for the moment was some ad-libbed business and started in with some of those burning kisses her uncle had mentioned before planting them on my cheeks, chin ear nose and forehead.
"I say... is this really..."
"You want this to be convincing, don't you?" She asked reasonably, nibbling my ear a bit and blowing a puff of warm breath along the back of it. I caught myself shuddering a little but not out of... revulsion if that's the word I want. Jas Waterbery was quite right. Trixie could handle the part. Though perhaps a little too well.
"Yes but really..."
"Shhh..." She hissed by way of reply and and moved one of the b.ks to my mouth holding it there for a substantially long time before going back to the all over the face motif.
I began to feel a little peculiar, light headed don't you know and the trousering seemed to become a bit small all of a sudden if you take my meaning.
She moved in for the Wooster trap once more sliding her tongue down it until I'd bet a fiver that she made contact with my uvula.
You know I expect this was the time I started kissing her back. Presumably she found her former position a little uncomfortable and so shifted straddling over me in the thankfully substantial armchair. The movement around the vicinity of my fly buttons would have made me bite my tongue freely had it not been engaged elsewhere at the time. My hands on the other well, hand, were still independent and began to go where they would operating quite independently of the old brain.
Once I came to again I had a bit of a shock. Trixie's patchouli scented blouse and cavernous (again if that's the word I want) brassiere lay on the floor in a heap and my hands were overflowing with soft yet surprisingly firm alabaster globes with hard little centres.
"Golly!" I yipped and wondered for the moment what to do. It was quite impossible to tell if the more polite thing would be to leave my hands where they were or snatch them away and thus expose her bosom to the great world. As it happened I did not especially want to move them in the first place.
I was saved from the difficult decision by Trixie's frankly quite bohemian attitude towards the whole thing. Her bright smile flashed in my eyes and she cooed in a quite, rather intimate voice, "Oooh sweetie pie you do that well. Do you feel the girls getting all perked up?"
Blushing profusely I replied. "Well Idid take in a certain change in texture and... all that you know."
"Mmmmm... it feels so good. Don't stop."
"Right-ho!" I continued the impromptu massage. Inarticulate sounds rolled out of Trixie and her hands began doing some wandering of their own down to the flies of the gent's pinstripe. I lurched a little as her fingers made contact with the throbbing appendage housed therein.
"Wow you're hard!" She remarked stroking the outlines with the tip of her finger. Busy as it had been moments ago my tongue seemed to have disappeared for the nonce. I was quite incapable of reply. Fortunately Trixie seemed all too happy to pick up the slack in conversational give and take. "I'm pretty wet myself."
"Oh yes?" I croaked.
Trixie shifted again and tossed away another lacy article. "You can feel if you want." She took my hand and guided it under her skirt, between soft thighs and pressed it against her neither regions which did indeed feel quite inundated with warm wet fluid. My fingers twitched around the opening and found themselves playing with a small but strangely diverting nub of flesh just above it.
Trixie seemed all for this new direction in the proceedings. She let out low, earthy moans, bucked against my hand and seemed to grow even more moist. "Oh yes, sweetie pie! Just like that.... ooooh....mmmm...more.... harder.... ooooh yes!"
I suppose I was a bit overwhelmed by Trixie's reaction to my touch and it seemed about the frozen limit to whatever self-control I had remaining when she began fingering her own breasts in front of my eyes. My free hand reached inside my trousers where I stroked my hard length.
Trixie noticed what I was doing and moved to undo my fly buttons. "Let me help you with that, sweetie pie." The button business completed she slipped them down my legs taking the gent's knee length along with them leaving my arousal standing bare and if I say so myself... quite impressive. My toes curled inside the italian leathers and argyles as her warm lips and wet, pliant tongue made contact with it suckling and teasing the bright reddish tip.
"Oh good lord!" I gasped. A little more of me disappeared into her lips and my knuckles whitened as I gripped the sides of the chair. It was almost too much to bear when a soft warm hand cupped and squeezed the family jewels. I can tell you at that point she ceased to do all the work. Quite beyond conscious control my hips bucked and sent me full length into Trixie's mouth.
If the girl was shocked she took it in stride. "I think I know what you want next and I'm not adverse." She stood up from where she had been kneeling in front of me on the floor and stripped off the rest of her clothes revealing a well-nourished but firm, youthful body, far from the mess I might have once expected to see. She turned so her back faced me. It curved rather like a cello, snaking its way down to a pair of buttocks that might have been huge peaches at the peak of ripeness.
"Oh I say!" I exclaimed reaching out and touching the silky skin of her rump.
"Glad you like it, sweetie pie." She backed up a few paces and then frowned." No, that position is not going to work... Damn chair arms!" She turned back around and grabbed me by the hand. "C'mon sweetie."
It was not an easy maneuver, following Trixie to my bed I mean, considering my trousers were around my ankles and I was a little... well more than a little stiff. Still I made it. Trixie pushed me onto the bed and stripped off the rest of my clothes in a few swift movements. I took it she knew what she was doing.
Trixie straddled herself on top of me, gave my length a brief, maddening stroke and guided me inside her. I don't know if you've ever had... that is to say experienced... oh dash it all. I don't have the first idea how to describe what it felt like. Shakespeare might have been equal to the task but not Bertram.
Trixie's hips rolled and thrust against me driving my manhood deeper and deeper inside her wet, warm and velvet walls. I was rather content to lie in a still reverie until she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "you going to make me do all this myself, sweetie pie?"
"Oh quite. Sorry but you were doing so well anyway," I babbled rather uselessly as my hips began to rise and fall, meeting her thrusts with my own. I admit it was even better that way than hitherto and Trixie seemed to agree wholeheartedly.
"Oh yes sweetie! Just like that! Oh give it to me!" She moaned out in various combinations as we kept on, throwing in a few well-placed compliments regarding my... er endowments.
Wonderful as they were, I could not take much more of the intense pleasurable feelings building inside me. I trembled all over from the effort of trying to hang on but given the way Trixie was suddenly thrashing about and moaning at the top of her voice it was becoming quite impossible. An incredible rush of release hit me.
"Oh God!" I ejaculated and yes I'm quite certain that is the word I want!
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"Sweetie pie you were wonderful!" Trixie sighed settling cozily against my shoulder as I smoked a quiet cigarette.
"Well you weren't so bad yourself ..." I was about to say ‘old thing' but cheesed it. Did not seem quite appropriate.
She sighed again. "So good in fact that I feel rather guilty about this but well family loyalty is well family loyalty."
"Meaning?"
"I was thinking.... just a simple registrar's service with the immediate family on both sides present."
"For what?"
"For our wedding, silly."
"What?!"
"Well of course! Considering what we just did it's only right. I might even have a little something in the oven for you."
I sat up and clutched the brow wondering how the deuce Jeeves was going to get me out of this one. Perhaps Bertram was finally for it!