Taking Lucinda's Lover

Set in a body politic Mansion in the 19th Century.

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

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

"No father"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 aliveness nor shall be,"I exclaimed. Sometimes I wondered how I could possibly be related to my founder so singular were his views.

"Well wanking then, sure a fortune you will go blind."he added.

"forefather there is no liaison betwixt ballock and eyeball save for the commonly used expression"Balls"I explained but his brain, always supposing he possessed one, was too feeble to comprehend.

"fountainhead your mommy has arranged for Lucida to stay for the weekend, you do recollect Lucinda don't you ?"

he enquired.

How could I blank out, Lucinda a brutal hoyden who regularly beat me up when we played as child. A rotund porcine lump, who reportedy enjoyed carnality with her female person class fellow to such surplusage that even the Cheltenham girs school was forced to expell her.

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

"So you do remember, well your mother sees her as an admirable lucifer 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 fatter than hitherto and in her trail 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 exuberance. I wondered about her.

I left a decent interval and went upstairs myself. I knocked on their bedroom doorway and entered.

Lucinda was on the bed, half bare and to my utter astonishment Pat was attending to Lucinda, not with a hearth brush handle as |I expected but with her whole fist and role of her forearm deep inside Lucinda's distended womb entry.

"May I join in ?"I asked as I bolted the doorway as they should receive done.

"Out !"Lucinda cried, though she was somewhat cramp in her selection 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.

"stop consonant !"Pat cried but it was too late for her recollective skirt were up and her prat bared.

"Oh contain your protestation cleaning lady, clearly you are just a rough-cut whore now brace yourself,"I advised as I loosed and dropped my breeches.

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

Her tail end were inviting and to be honorable I intended to bugger her royally as she pleasured Lucinda but a gleam of moisture from her slot distracted me, why not use the sweet-smelling white porta rather than the soiled waste matter passing of the anus.

So the die was cast and within half a minute Pat was royally skewered on my pecker. She protested my incursion with a yelp but in all silver dollar I believed it just a token protest and not a grievous objection.

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

I worked my hands to her chest and cupped them and tweaked her pap as I plowed her and as is the way all too soon my time was come, my bolt shot and the instant over.

"I must say Lucinda your whore provdes a most acceptable fuck."I thought praise was allow at this occasion having dodged a few shillings whore's fees as I thought.

"I'm not a lady of pleasure,"Pat bridled.

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

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

"But how does he sleep together my darling ?"Lucinda enquired.

"How should I know, I have nothing with which to equate hims carry through a broom handle,"she answered.

"goodness Divine was I your showtime ?"I asked.

"Of course !"she replied.

"No ‘ Of line'about it, you were fucking Lucinda as I came in, you looked every in a lady of pleasure so how the daimon am I supposed to bonk,"I fumed,"Am I supposed to ask every dame ‘ Are you pure'before I pleasure them ?"

"No but a bye your leave would be a heavy starting item,"Lucinda opined.

"If fella had to ask a bye your parting every fourth dimension he fancied a poke the whole of humanity would die out in a rash of virginity,"I opined.

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

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

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

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

"You bloody fool she is not a whore but Arbuthnot Pattimore's girl, heir to his fortune,"he declared.

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

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

"Am I that repulsive ?"I asked.

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

If she had not been sitting on the edge of the bed dabbing herself as she spoke, her sex clearly on horizon and quite transport, her words may receive had their coveted effect.

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

"Is he always this passionate ?"young woman Pattimore asked.

"Not with me,"Lucinda admitted,"I thought he got his rest period from early 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 light touch grip yes but not a man's matter,"Lucinda insisted and added,"You do reckon most odd intertwined like that."

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

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

Her going opened the door and suddenly we were surrounded by voyeur."Unhand her you brute,"person cried and something hit the rachis of my head forcing me deeply into miss Pattimore which in turn made her cry out in pleasure.

"He forced me mama !"she exclaimed.

"So why are you smiling and gasping in hug drug ?"an elderly gentleman enquired,"And you boy, you had better piss her an offer and damn quick if you want to pull through the end of today."

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

"Well he certainly knows you in a scriptural sense !"my father interjected misjudging the mood of the tack multitude as per usual and so he alone ended laughing at his feeble joke.

I own I was enjoying our flirtation to some excess, my cock sliding so smoothly in her well lubricate gob, the tip of my putz just nudging the neck of her womb at each knife thrust exciting me to the level best until my judgement exploded and my seeded player burst forth once more in a torrent to flood her parts.

"tinker's dam you all,"young woman Pattison exclaimed,"You know I want to be a missionary, how can I be one if I'm with small fry ?"

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

My father grinned like the moron he was.

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

"plosive speech sound them !"Lucinda cried.

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

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

"King James,"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 decent house near the university and at the reception in the parish hall my mother gave me the salutary present on all.

"James,"she said,"See that hunky-dory upstanding crevice in the nighttime suit with the woman in the farcical hat ?"

I looked, he looked familliar, she continued,"He's your real sire, he used to be our land gaffer, very ingenious, very cutter, nothing like the idiot I married."

I stared, suddenly it all made a lot of sense."And my brothers ?"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 father prefers gentlemen anyway so it causa us both very well, it why I was so pleased to see you enjoying yourself with dear Camilla."

A great weight unit fell from my shoulders, that fear that I should sire pudden-head Word the like of miniature variant of father destined to miscarry at every challenge in life and show thorough disappointments was lifted in a moment, and the last obstacle to shop and joyous copulation with Camilla was dispelled.

Sadly Lucinda was left outcast. She had lost her slave but I fancied it would not be retentive before she found another missy but a very long clock time before she found a man with a desire for a with child fat, rotund, porcine gawk. That said there is no explanation for the desires of those poor mortal suffering from perversion so perhaps in the comprehensiveness of metre even she may find a mate .