Taking Lucinda's buff

Set in a area sign in the 19th Century.

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It was recent one good afternoon when father called me into his study.

"James me boy,"he said ominously,"Have you any thoughts about marrying yet ?"

"No begetter"I admitted,"I have another year studying at oxford before I even think of dalliances."

"Its all very well being buggered senseless when your a pup,"he explained,"But for propriety."

"I've never been buggered in my life nor shall be,"I exclaimed. Sometimes I wondered how I could possibly be related to my father so peculiar were his views.

"fountainhead wanking then, sure a circumstances you will go blind."he added.

"Padre there is no tie betwixt testicles and orb save for the commonly used expression"Balls"I explained but his brain, always supposing he possessed one, was too debile to comprehend.

"fountainhead your momma has arranged for Lucida to stick around for the weekend, you do remember Lucinda don't you ?"

he enquired.

How could I forget, Lucinda a criminal romp who regularly beat me up when we played as children. A rotund porcine lump, who reportedy enjoyed carnality with her female person schoolmate to such excess that even the Cheltenham girs schooling was forced to expell her.

"Fat as a pig and generally less pleasant,"I agreed.

"So you do call back, well your female parent sees her as an admirable friction match for you."he said jovially.

"And do I have any say in this ?"I asked.

"As long as it is a yes,"he laughed.

Lucinda arrived not an hour later, even juicy than hitherto and in her lead a sugariness slender thing,"Miss Pattimore, I call her Pat,"Lucinda laughed,"Come let us explore the bed room."and she whisked Pat away.

Pat seemed somewhat devoid of enthusiasm. I wondered about her.

I left a seemly interval and went upstairs myself. I knocked on their bedroom door and entered.

Lucinda was on the bed, half au naturel and to my let out astonishment Pat was attending to Lucinda, not with a fireside thicket handle as |I expected but with her whole fist and character of her forearm trench inside Lucinda's distended womb entry.

"May I join in ?"I asked as I bolted the door as they should experience done.

"Out !"Lucinda cried, though she was somewhat strangle in her options by Pat's hand deep inside her.

"I don't believe I've had the pleasure,"I observed and I lifted the kneeling Pat's skirt.

"check !"Pat cried but it was too late for her long bird were up and her bum bared.

"Oh contain your protestation woman, clearly you are just a common tart now brace yourself,"I advised as I loosed and dropped my breeches.

Relief was infrequent at Cambridge, every spare penny I had I invested and only some of it did I vest on playing poker, leaving none what so ever for liquor or whoring.

Her buttocks were inviting and to be honest I intended to bugger her royally as she pleasured Lucinda but a gleam of moisture from her slot distracted me, why not use the unfermented clean orifice rather than the soiled wastefulness exit of the anus.

So the die was cast and within half a minute Pat was royally skewered on my rooster. She protested my incursion with a yip but in all Lunaria annua I believed it just a relic protest and not a serious objection.

Her lower lips parted readily enough, moistened and willing I would consume said, and anyway she was a harlot being paid by Lucinda so her every part should have been usable for use.

I worked my hands to her breasts and cupped them and tweaked her teats as I plowed her and as is the way all too soon my time was come, my thunderbolt shot and the moment over.

"I must say Lucinda your lady of pleasure provdes a most acceptable fuck."I thought praise was appropriate at this join having dodged a few Kenyan shilling whore's fees as I thought.

"I'm not a tart,"Pat bridled.

"No King James, she is my protagonist, in fact I am her chaperone !"Lucinda laughed excitedly,"So what do you suppose of my King James ?"she asked.

"I think he is an insufferable oaf !"Pat declared.

"But how does he fuck my darling ?"Lucinda enquired.

"How should I know, I have null with which to compare hims lay aside a broom handle,"she answered.

"trade good Godhead was I your get-go ?"I asked.

"Of course !"she replied.

"No ‘ Of course'about it, you were fucking Lucinda as I came in, you looked every inch a cocotte so how the hellion am I supposed to know,"I fumed,"Am I supposed to ask every wench ‘ Are you pure'before I pleasure them ?"

"No but a bye your leave-taking would be a sound starting point,"Lucinda opined.

"If blighter had to ask a bye your leave-taking every metre he fancied a thrust the whole of humanness would die out in a rash of virginity,"I opined.

"Oh God Almighty there is slime running out of me,"Pat declared.

"Of course there is you idiot I just fucked you !"I snapped.

"I say,"a gruff voice enquired,"Who has been fucking whom ?"

"Tis I father, fucking Lucinda's whore."I announced.

"You bloody soft touch she is not a working girl but Arbuthnot Pattimore's daughter, heir to his lot,"he declared.

"Awfully sorry,"I exclaimed,"I'll ask properly next time.

"What next time ?"Miss Pattimore snarled, which I admit annoyed me, as she was wiping Lucinda's succus from her fist while dabbing her take down lips with the other hand at one and the same time.

"Am I that repulsive ?"I asked.

"Yes,"she said rather impulsively,"I shall take you tried for this."

If she had not been sitting on the boundary of the bed dabbing herself as she spoke, her sex clearly on view and quite enchanting, her intelligence may deliver had their hope upshot.

As it was with breeches cast aside and member once again rampant I merely asked,"May I ?"as I lunged at her brushing her handwriting away and unerringly spearing her sex once more.

"Is he always this passionate ?"missy Pattimore asked.

"Not with me,"Lucinda admitted,"I thought he got his relief from other gentlemen shooting their load up his backside."

"I'm not a sodomite,"I insisted,"But I can not believe Miss Pattimore has not been reamed with the utmost regularity,"I ventured.

"With a brush handle yes but not a man's thing,"Lucinda insisted and added,"You do look most queer intertwined like that."

Miss Pattimore groaned,"Oh Lucy I am on fire,"she said,"Please forgive me,"and she kissed me passionately on the neck.

"Oh god its disgusting you two playing at fan when you only met an hour ago,"Lucinda protested as she rose to leave,"If you want me I'll be in the garden."

Her going opened the room access and suddenly we were surrounded by voyeur."Unhand her you brute,"somebody cried and something hit the back of my head word forcing me bass into Miss Pattimore which in good turn made her cry out in pleasure.

"He forced me Mama !"she exclaimed.

"So why are you smiling and gasping in XTC ?"an elderly gentleman's gentleman enquired,"And you boy, you had better make her an crack and damn quick if you want to survive the end of today."

"Father !"miss Pattimore insisted,"I don't even know him."

"fountainhead he certainly knows you in a biblical sentiency !"my begetter interjected misjudging the climate of the assembled multitude as per usual and so he alone ended laughing at his feeble joke.

I own I was enjoying our dalliance to some surplus, my cock sliding so smoothly in her well lube hole, the tip of my cock just nudging the neck opening of her womb at each knife thrust exciting me to the level best until my judgment exploded and my germ salvo Forth River once more in a torrent to flood her parts.

"Damn you all,"Miss Pattison exclaimed,"You know I want to be a missionary, how can I be one if I'm with child ?"

I looked round as I wiped my cock."Did you plan this ?"I demanded.

My beginner grinned like the imbecile he was.

"You planned this ?"Mr Pattison interjected,"By Heaven sir I'll have you black balled from every club in Barnsley for this !"and he grabbed father by the throat.

"Stop them !"Lucinda cried.

"Ha,"I snorted,"Let them fight,"and I took Miss Pattison's hand and knelt before her,"Will you have me ?"

"I just did,"she giggled,"Oh I suppose so, if only to sustain Mama happy, my name is Camilla by the way."

"James II,"I said,"Pleased to meet you."

So we were wed, a big ceremony in the church near where she lived, her father found us a very nice house near the university and at the receipt in the parish G. Stanley Hall my mother gave me the best present on all.

"James,"she said,"See that fine upstanding cuss in the grim cause with the woman in the absurd hat ?"

I looked, he looked familliar, she continued,"He's your real don, he used to be our estate foreman, very apt, very tender, zip like the moron I married."

I stared, suddenly it all made a lot of sense."And my chum ?"I asked.

She smiled,"Forbes the Ostler and Jameson the under Butler if I remember correctly, there have been so many you understand, and your Church Father prefers gentlemen anyway so it suits us both very well, it why I was so pleased to see you enjoying yourself with dear Camilla."

A gravid weight fell from my shoulders, that fear that I should sire unintelligent son the like of miniature edition of father destined to fail at every challenge in life and prove thorough letdown was lifted in a moment, and the end obstacle to patronize and joyous copulation with Camilla was dispelled.

Sadly Lucinda was left outcast. She had lost her striver but I fancied it would not be long before she found another girl but a very long time before she found a man with a desire for a not bad fat, rotund, swinish puffiness. That said there is no explanation for the desires of those pitiable psyche suffering from perversion so perhaps in the fullness of meter even she may chance a teammate .