Lucy 's 18th birthday present.

`` Ask her again George, '' Blessed Virgin, Lady Melchett ordered her married man Colonel Melchett as he finished his breakfast coffee and stood before the leaded light window with stone surround and stared idly across the manicured lawns of his grand manor house home.

'' Yes, I suppose so, '' he agreed, his heart sinking at the thought process of another confrontation with Lucinda, his wayward teenage daughter. general, Majors even police sergeant Major held no terrors for Melchett, nor Maker or madam for indeed he himself was an aristocrat and his entire title was Colonel the overlord Melchett of Branstone, but he was no match for Lucinda.

He slowly opened Lucinda 's sleeping accommodation threshold, she continued texting, '' Any more intellection on a natal day present Lucy ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' she said, `` prick, inkiness cock and mess of it. ``

He refused to rise to the bait, `` mummy thinks we should get you a MINI Gary Cooper Cabrio, the garage in town have a nice pinko one, only twenty thousand on the clock, '' he offered.

'' On Fri I 'm 18 and I 'm out of here ! '' Lucy warned, `` So stuff your MINI ! ``

'' Or a VW golf ? '' he offered.

'' Is it blackened with it got a ten column inch tool ? '' she asked nastily.

'' No, it 's red and it 's a motor car, '' he explained.

'' Then it hardly qualifies does it ? '' she snapped.

'' Geoffrey 's coming over later, '' he tried, although he could n't translate why their erstwhile next threshold neighbor 's son should keep on to visit when Lucy was so horrible to him.

'' Oh smashing, '' she said sarcastically, `` Tell him sod off, from me, loser. ``

'' Lucy ! '' he protested, `` He 's just back from Helmand ! ``

'' ruth, '' she said, `` Pity he did n't stand on an IED ! ``

'' That is unforgivable ! '' he exploded, `` Lord knows why he wastes his clip on you ! ``

'' Exactly ! '' Lucy agreed, `` Do himself a favour and last out away ! '' she stated firmly if un grammatically.

'' Look which would you like a Mini or VeeDub ? '' he tried again, `` Damnit you 'll end up with a ten class old MG if you 're not very careful ! ``

'' I do n't wish as long as it is black with a ten in turncock ! '' she snapped.

Melchett sadly went downstairs, `` You know Mary, perhaps we should have let her sleep around, get it out if her arrangement ? ``

'' Really ? '' Mary asked, `` I do n't remember you complaining ! '' she said remembering how her own time at St Celia 's Convent had ended with a mad week of pre deployment sex with George followed by a travel rapidly marriage and three child, a deputy in the Rifles, a trainee accountant and Lucinda, the youngest.

'' No, but she is obsessed with black men, '' George III sighed, `` You know equality is all very well but. ``

'' Yes honey, '' Virgin Mary agreed, `` Just keep your opinions to yourself. ``

Melchett thought quickly, he had a few 24-hour interval leave but he had a bug of an idea, `` Think I 'll omit by the office, '' he suggested.

'' Yes dearest, '' The Virgin agreed glad to see the back of him.

Melchett swung his twenty year old MG through the barrack gates, the squaddies ( GI 's ) had the barrier up as soon as they saw the ugly but evident shape of the Maestro appear round the corner, he headed straight for sick bay and walked into Dr Manvers surgery, `` tensity ! '' he shouted to the unfortunate squaddie who was sitting at the desk and he strode past into Dr Manvers'office.

'' Colonel ! '' the doctor protested as the colonel volley in as he was examining half naked soldier 's arm.

'' turncock, do you keep disk ? '' Melchett demanded.

'' What ? '' the doctor demanded.

'' Cocks man, penises, ten inch shaft in black to be specific, '' he expanded.

'' No of course not, '' Dr Manvers replied, '' You ca n't just barge in here and. ``

'' Chalky Smith got a ten inch cock, '' the bare chested squaddie suggested.

'' Private please ! '' Manvers snapped.

'' well-nigh of the sinister lads have, to the lowest degree they say they have, '' the squaddie continued.

'' Right ? '' Melchett agreed, `` Perhaps you could make a tilt ? private ? ``

'' Margaret Mead sir, yes sir, now sir ? '' he asked.

'' Now yes, now, write it down there 's a right chap. '' Melchett agreed, I 'll be back on a second, '' he stated and he slipped from the room.

He rang household, `` Madonna, how about we give Lucy what she wants ? '' he asked.

'' What a ten in cock ? '' she asked.

'' Yes, not just one, a division perhaps, '' he suggested, `` C'company are on precaution responsibility and George Herbert Mead says a lot of the Shirley Temple Black lads have ten inches. ''

'' You ca n't be serious George ! '' Mary gasped.

'' Deadly, '' he admitted, `` If she is going to go off the rails anyway at to the lowest degree this way we can do HiV and VD halt on them first. ``

'' That is outrageous ! '' Mary insisted, she could n't think what Lucinda saw in black men but she had often fantasised about being fucked by the total Osmond family or the Cambridge University boat wash work party, the welsh rugger team, Jenson Button, Imran Khan, the Treforest Male articulation choir and Prince Harry, not necessarily all at once.

'' Need your assistant I 'm afraid, move around them on so we can measure them up, '' he suggested.

'' George ! '' she protested, `` What kind of woman do you think I am ? ``

'' No comment, '' Melchatt agreed, `` I 'll say 14 thirty in the guard room unless I let you know otherwise. ``

Mead had eighteen names when Col Melchett returned.

'' Thank you, '' he said to Mead, `` Much appreciated, dismiss, '' and as the squaddie left he turned to the MD and continued, `` This lot, aids test, VD test the works now ! ``

'' Colonel ! '' Dr Manvers protested, `` I have patients ! ``

'' And I have minuscule longanimity, '' Melchett added, `` Now, that is an Holy Order ! ``

Melchett lunched in the plenty and asked CSM Jarvis to parliamentary procedure all the squaddies on the list to the lecture way behind the sentry go room, before he met Mary at the logic gate and took her to the lecture elbow room where CSM Jarvis was waiting with the police squad of men.

'' squad, tension ! '' CSM Jarvis shouted as they entered, ( completely missing the A of Attention ).

'' Stand easy Sar n't Major ! '' Melchett ordered, `` Gentlemen I have a particular mission for you, '' he advised, `` Word has it that you are each the possessor of a ten edge fellow member, pecker, willie, dick or what ever your prefer terminal figure is for your glans penis. ``

He paused, `` Am I right ? '' he asked.

'' Ugh, '' the squad muttered.

'' Very well, anyone with a small putz one gait forward ! '' Melchett ordered and paused a present moment and when no one moved he added, `` No, adept, flop, squad, trousers, '' he paused `` Down ! ``

'' Sir ? '' Private Umbuntu asked.

'' Drop em man, let the Lady check your dangler, '' Melchett suggested, `` lash it out, let Mrs Melchett bill it. ''

'' Are you indisputable ma'am ? '' Umbuntu asked uneasily.

'' My husband wants to be certainly the squad consists of men with ten inch penises, '' Mrs Melchett explained.

'' But why madam ? '' he asked.

'' Top enigma, need to know basis, you know the frame, '' Melchett insisted.

'' Is it fucking sir ? '' he asked.

'' No stirring tea we lost the frigging spoon, '' CSM Jarvis interjected, `` Begging your free pardon sir. ``

`` What 's the problem. afraid you 'll amount up short ? '' the Colonel enquired

'' No sir, yes sir, like not in front of the cuss sir ! '' Umbuntu protested.

'' Help if Mary popped her titmouse out ? '' Col Melchett asked.

'' St. George please ! '' Madonna snapped and blushed as she felt apprehensively damp at the prospect.

Umbuntu stared at Madonna 's shapely D cup tits as they nestled in her corking Inner Light blue blouse under her majestic blue jacket.

'' Yes sir, '' Umbuntu replied, `` give thanks you sir. ``

'' You oblique sod ! '' Mary chided her husband and turned to Umbuntu saying, `` You bloody misdirect ! '' but she undid a few buttons and allowed them a raft of her well filled brassiere.

Melchett grinned shyly. `` Right, special mission unpaid worker, trousers down, '' and he added `` Mary will check you with the tape recording measure, shirker can leave now, we need ten inchers. '' he added.

breeding and discipline are everything and in turn each soldier dropped his trouser and allowed Mary to assess him as he stiffened at the gentle touch of her digit against his ebony cutis, `` Two XX millietres, '' Madonna measured, and `` Two fifteen, '' Melchett worried as ten inches equated to two fifty dollar bill four millimeters and suddenly only three remained.

'' wagerer make it nine, she 'll never notice ! '' he suggested to a black aspect from Mary.

They conferred and then Col Melchett ordered, `` Roberts, Arun, Luddelthan, Mumps, David Garrick, Umbuntu, Andaman, William Carlos Williams, Llareggub, Judd, Trefork and Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, '' Melchett reeled off, `` You have been selected, now Sar n't John Major Jarvis will brief you and then it is quarantine I 'm afraid, confined to tail, no comms no guard tariff, understood ? '' he paused, `` The rest of you dismiss, and keep it to yourselves, official secrets act applies, understand ? ``

'' Sah ! '' they replied as one and Melchett strode away.


Frantic preparations for Lucinda 's company took Mary 's full-of-the-moon attention on Thursday afternoon and
George was left to visit the motor dealer and seduce organization meanwhile Sar n't Major Jarvis scratched his chief in confusion as he tried to drill his squad without the benefit of knowing what the mission actually was and in genuine military fashion as soon as the Colonel was off the home they went down the NAAFI and had a few beers.

Friday was company day, a local ring had been hired to bring in the pavilion, but they were rapidly sacked and replaced by some lads from the regimental striation after their first brief sound check and rehearsal sent the Colonel 's cat rushing from the tent in evident agony, the caterers came, the tables and electric chair were delivered, the promised help failed to arrive leading a frantic Blessed Virgin to shout for help down the phone and George to snipe up half a dozen idlers to help out, and basically the display went on.

Seven thirty for eight the invitations said, one hundred and l Edgar Albert Guest just to celebrate Lucinda 's 18th birthday.

Lucy assumed the natural process in the garages was her new car being gift wrapped, but she was very wide-eyed of the mark, her `` new '' car was a yellow-bellied MG ZR almost ten years old and in the heart of a finish overhaul courtesy of REME shop at the barracks, but her actual present tense was in the service department, where half a dozen men toiled away to put up a set of a 12 tiered bunk beds for timeworn squaddies, a lot table, partitions and as a centerpiece a king size bed.

CSM Jarvis meanwhile had contacted Hereford for advice on chain of mountains screw of suspect and been referred to Guantanamo bay and Washington, who sent him a understand Russian pamphlet on the subject which they got from the E Germans which he read intently, apparently the Russians had used it to in effect gist in Afganistan in the seventies.

He decided against the recommended caput shaving and tattooing of slut or the eq across the girl head but the nine point control looked sensible, neck, elbow, wrist, knee and ankle straps, if, that is vaginal piece of ass was the intention.

'High pressure cold weewee enema ,'he read, 'Mouth, ass, kunt, he read the spelling betraying its wartime High German origin, and he quickly decided on an initial three way penetration, with toe and nipple sucking and ear whacking, backing off to a nine point restraint with the lads rota fucking so her vagina was filled almost continuously, he realised they needed a strong alloy framed bed and a wipe sporting mattress from wan bay, for the main event so he quickly wrote a requisition and sent it to the quarter sea captain department.

They practised dismantling the four post bed until the prison term came down to two minutes, brought electric patio warmer to keep open the garage warm and generally prepared for the operation as seriously as if it was a raid on the Taleban, finally and crucially he sorted out a rota and a fixture provision of hot food for thought.

'' All ready Sar n't John Major ? '' Col Melchett asked.

'' Yes sir, we thought three way to get, '' CSM Jarvis explained.

'' spare part me the detail, she is my daughter, '' Col Melchett replied awkwardly, `` But are you gear up ? ``

'' H hour is any fourth dimension after twenty one hundred 60 minutes sir, a bite to eat and we 'll be set. '' Jarvis replied.

'' trade good, twenty two hundred should be about right, but be ready, no cock ups, '' Melchett cautioned, `` If you 'll pardon the pun. ``

Guests arrived from seven onwards, the paddock behind the horse barn served as a car commons, the Band played, George strode around in his best uniform looking authoritative, The Virgin looked glamourous in her new nightie and was careful not to move too quickly as otherwise her tits kept popping out of the skimpy wisp of disgraceful fabric which defined her cleavage and as the sun set the marquee glowed eerily in the gleaming of discotheque igniter against the satin blackness of the suburban night.

boozing flowed, the topical anaesthetic drug pusher was ejected from the grounds with more force play than strictly necessary and then as ten o'clock approached the family assembled before the stage where `` Hades Monsters, '' as the lads from the regimental dance orchestra had temporarily renamed themselves, were playing and the Colonel took the microphone.

'' Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, '' he announced, `` Thank you all for coming, as you know today is Lucinda 's birthday, '' he paused for the party goers to moan, `` I can hardly trust that it is 18 years since she came into the human race kicking and screaming, not unalike to how she was dancing just now in fact, but what you do n't get it on is that Virgin Mary and myself have a very especial present for darling Lucy, here you are my deary, enjoy ! '' he said and handed Lucinda the key to a padlock. `` In the service department, '' he whispered.

'' Thank you daddy, '' Lucinda said slightly drunkenly, `` daddy bought me a car, '' she said, `` It 's either a mallet or a MINI but I do n't want a car I want cock ! '' she shouted, `` Lovely big black cock, and heaps of it ! ``

'' Lucy ! '' her mother protested.

'' fountainhead you make me populate like a Nun, '' Lucy replied, `` Well I 'm grown up now and I choose who I see, not you and who I go out with and who I go to bed with ok, not you, oh and Geoffrey, where are you ? '' he waved at her, `` Sod off ok, unsuccessful person ! ''

'' Lucinda, please, '' Col Melchett pleaded, `` Do n't make a scene. ``

'' Why not, its'my political party ! '' she pointed out reasonably.

'' So on with the music, '' Col Melchett ordered and turned to the pass singer of 'Hells Monsters'and said, `` Carry on Sar'nt John Brown. ``

Music blasted the night once more, and Melchett grasped Lucinda by the arm and steered her out if the pavilion and across to the garage, `` I went to a lot of hassle to get this portray so bloody well enjoy it ! '' he insisted.

'' I do n't want a bloody car, '' she protested as he showed her to the padlocked service department door.

'' Oh yes you do, '' he insisted, `` Now undo the padlock and enjoy your submit ! ``

'' Oh just to keep the peace, '' she said, secretly thrilled that she was to get her own wheels and the independency to cheat who ever she wanted, `` But I 'm not interested, '' she said as she undid the lock chamber and opened the door.

A new partition with a threshold to the side blocked her path, `` Oh, what have you done ? '' she asked intrigue and she opened the new room access and stepped into the darkness, the Light flashed on.

'' surprise ! '' a dozen grim voices shouted as one as she stepped into the now carpeted and partitioned triple garage where a four posted bed occupied the infinite usually reserved for her Fatherhood 's cars which usually sat covered with dust quietly leaking oil.

She stared, a dozen trouser less but otherwise immaculately turned out soldiers stood in blood, each holding a ruler against his erect penis with one script as they gently wanked themselves with the other.

'' Daddy ! '' Lucinda protested.

'' It 's what you asked for Lucy, '' he said as he kissed her question, `` Enjoy, carry on Sar n't Major, '' he added and wished them a `` commodity dark, '' as he turned on his heel and strode away, pausing only to lock the door again.

'' If you 'd like to get on the bed Miss, '' CSM Jaris invited.

'' Look, really, '' Lucinda said awkwardly.

'' rightfulness feller, you know what to do, '' he ordered.

A XII hands gripped Lucinda as the squad surrounded her, her shoes and hold up stockings slipped from her foot, her scanty followed before her party dress slipped over her heading followed by her bra, within 20 seconds she was completely naked, another half minute the team had lifted her and carried her away to the wet domain at the far end of the garage behind a partition where the hosepipe reel waited.

The end of the hosepipe was liberally coated with lube and despite her protestation they made her bend at the waistline and six pairs if hands held her as Andaman inexpertly forced six inch of aluminium hosepipe nozzle up her tight anus, she screamed into a hand clamped firmly across her mouth and then when she felt the painful sensation could not get speculative agonisingly cold body of water gushed inside her.

She tried to shout out as the nose was removed and the pee flowed out again, and tried again as the nozzle was re inserted and her belly swelled again as the men held her over the drainpipe, twice more they repeated the performance until CSM Jarvis judged she was now `` Nice and clean and fuckable. ``

Meanwhile the four-poster bed had been dismantled by the eternal sleep if the police squad and the more useful but practical metal framed bed had replaced it.

Lucinda knew aught of this, she felt the balmy towels that dried her, and the business firm but placate helping hand that took her to the bed and as drilled the squad assembled in their allocated blank space,

David Garrick, on his back, shaft erect as they guided her down onto him, her well lubed and freshly stretched anus yielding reluctantly to gravity as her own free weight impaled her before they pushed her articulatio humeri back so she lay on his lap as he cupped her boob allowing Umbuntu to slide between her legs as Andaman and Williams held her knees panoptic apart, Llareggub waited to flummox his stopcock in her mouth, while as they had practised in the drill dormitory with the mannequins and naughty Sandra three holed bollocks up up doll with literal blond pilus, Judd and Trefork readied themselves to suck her nipples while Roberts and Smith prepared to suck in her toes, and Arun and Mumps to lick her ears.

Lucinda 's mind exploded with the commingle sensations, her vagina stretched uncomfortably by a cock that banged painfully against the cervix of her uterus, while another double-dyed intrusion agonisingly spread her anus while surprisingly tender lips inflamed her toes pap and ears, even as a further penis sought access to her backtalk and throat.

CSM Jarvis watched with pride as his team seemed to immerse her, ten minutes after walking in dressed in her company dress she was naked and having the fucking of her life except Llaregub 's rooster was barely inside her oral cavity, `` Fuck her throat lad, you can do it ! '' Jarvis ordered.

'' Too blind drunk sir ! '' he protested.

'' Stand back, let a man do it ! '' Jarvis ordered and he whipped out his own seven column inch of pink pith, `` spread out up then kick, I mean misfire, '' he ordered and when she tried to protest he rammed his length deep into her throat, she screamed, she tried to bite his cock inflaming his love and suddenly he was cumming, pumping his lode down her throat making her gag.

Lucinda choked on the warm sticky cum but somehow she managed to sham it was blancmange and was able-bodied to swallow every drop.

'' Right, that 's lubed her up lad, now fuck her, '' Jarvis blustered as he pulled his glistening cock from Lucinda 's sass allowing Llareggub to take his place.

CSM Jarvis looked on with superbia as his lad performed, `` sound Fucking section in the British Army, '' he chuckled but then as Umbuntu and then Garrick seemed to cum he ordered, `` Rotation, on my gull, three, two, one, Rotate ! ``

Like a single organism they moved away, Llareggub, reluctant to attract his stiff cock from the warm haven of Lucinda 's sassing and throat, needed a tap on the shoulder to convert him to actuate but quickly stead were reversed, Lucinda lifted off a flabby cock while a new man slid into position with an vertical turncock and she as set down ready for a brisk blackness dick up her vagina, while the recovering squaddies took up beating or kissing roles.

Andaman on his back this time, rooster erect as they guided her down onto him, her well lubed and freshly stretched anus yielding reluctantly to sobriety as her own weight impaled her before they pushed her shoulder back so she lay on his lap as he cupped her breasts allowing William Carlos Williams to slither between her branch as Llareggub and Judd held her knees wide-cut apart, Trefork waited to stick his cock in her mouthpiece, while Richard John Roberts and Ian Douglas Smith readied themselves to suck her nipples as Arun and Mumps prepared to blow her toes, and the recovering David Garrick and Umbuntu began to figure out her ears.

Lucinda 's mind exploded with the mixed sensations, her vagina stretched uncomfortably by a cock that banged painfully against the neck of her womb, while another flagrant intrusion agonisingly spread her anus while surprisingly tender lip inflamed her toes tit and ears, even as a further member sought admittance to her backtalk and throat.


Six rotations, over an minute fucking reduced Lucinda to a shaking over shake up wreck, the gent were tiring so Jarvis halved the squad, one for two white meat, one for the toes, one for the foreland, both kissing and mouth fucking, and almost importantly he ordered the butt chaw so she would stay well filled without the lad working knockout to fuck her ass.

B section slipped away for a cup of tea first and then as the set in for the long haul Jarvis allowed the weary squaddies to lay on their bunks.

'' Man sequent piece of ass is fucking hard work ! '' Trefork admitted, `` For fucks sake, my creature red raw ! ``

'' Get a fucking purplish center for being wounded in action if you were a yank ! '' CSM Jarvis exclaimed, `` Can you carry on or do you fancy guard tariff ? ``

'' Right, '' Trefork agreed, `` Bit of KY should sort it sar n't major. ``

'' Bad tradesman always blames his tool, '' Jarvis mused.

'' commodity soldier always looks after his arm, '' someone muttered.

Lucinda lay in a fog of ecstasy mingled with torment, her breast were numb now, as was her whole private parts, the butt blug had ceased to be agonising, she just drifted from one ejaculation to the adjacent barely noticing, she wanted a drink, the lights and the lovingness of the soldiers bodies made her sweat so profusely that drop of moisture dripped onto the bed.

Another gyration and another, one face merged with another, one cock with another lone Jarvis'gave any mutant with his pinkness and as cockcrow approached she may even have fallen asleep.

Morning saw the bloke breakfasting, Lucinda was allowed five mo in the lavatory, before they gave her a new enema and bent her over the end of the bed for rota fucking her anus, though the lads were flagging now.

CSM Jarvis tried to drum up his men though want of slumber was playing mind biz, maybe he needed a larger squad, a dozen seemed a lot but the lads were on Viagra and lightlessness coffee now and signs of battle weariness were all too obvious as they dragged themselves to their bunks after performing and had to be ordered back to screw Lucinda whereas earlier they would fought each early for the chance to get between her legs.

It was twenty two hours into the surgery when CSM Jarvis had to admit defeat, he rang the guardroom and asked for a message to be sent to Col Melchett, `` Spirit is willing but flesh is weakly, request license to abort delegacy and withdraw. ``

'' George, '' Lady Melchett called, `` message from the office, request permission to abort delegation. ``

'' Right, '' he agreed, `` Where is Geoffrey ? ``

'' lastly seen in the Library with a peck of old Autosport Magazines, '' Mary replied.

'' Send him to the garage, '' Melchett suggested, `` Suggest he tells CSM Jarvis to fend the men down while he takes Lucy to the pub. ``

'' George ! '' Mary protested, `` That 's appalling ! ``

'' Well, what else can we do ? '' he asked.

'' Let her decide what she wants ? '' Mary asked.

'' It 's black and ten inch long the last I heard, '' Melchett replied sadly.

Geoffrey could n't see what he was being asked to do, why would Lucinda be in the service department, he did n't think she wish cars but as a house client he could hardly resist Mary 's request to relay the message and taking her out to dinner would be at least a small step towards getting her into bed.

He strode briskly across the crushed rock 1000 to the service department and opened the door, turned and opened the inner door and stopped frozen in shocked amazement as he saw two almost exhausted big black soldiers holding Lucinda down while a tierce wearily screwed her.

Lucinda turned her headland to see Geoffrey walk in and stop abruptly almost as if he had seen a ghost, `` Geoffrey ! '' she gasped as he stared at her heart-to-heart mouthed, and looking almost human in his civilian trend tee shirt and jeans instead of his usual uniform, and the tire out Pte Gordy Umbuntu paused in mid stroke uncertain as to whether he should salute or just keep fucking Lucinda as CSM Jarvis had ordered.

Lucinda wished the floor would give and swallow her, it was bravado that led her to ask for ten inch black pecker for her eighteenth natal day never for a sec believing her parents would leave her to have sex with a negro let alone to find a whole platoon and arrange for her to be screwed continuously for almost twenty four hours.

Poor Lucy was covered in lather, hers and that of her many ebony lovers, her golden hair's-breadth matted hold fast to her scalp and straggled across the pillows, her political party dress long discarded lay crumpled beside the bed and as Umbuntu energetically humped her so Andaman waited on the bench, naked except his wind sleeve and dog tags as with the aid of some porn mags he nursed his Brobdingnagian erection back to life.

'' Fancy a crapulence Lucinda ? '' Geoffrey finally asked after what seemed like respective transactions had elapsed..

'' You do have in mind a crapulence, you 're not going to pee in my oral cavity or anything stunned are you ? '' Lucinda asked.

'' Almighty no, '' Geoffrey repelled by the suggestion, `` No Pimms or something down the pub by the river, '' Geoffrey suggested, `` But I suppose I could piss in your mouth if you would rather ? ``

'' Do n't be an idiot ! '' Lucinda snapped.

'' Just a thought, '' Geoffrey sighed, `` I 'll leave you to enjoy your, ah, friends, '' he added uncertainly.

'' Enjoy, do n't be a complete twat, they 're raping me you idiot ! '' Lucinda protested.

'' Hardly Luce, I distinctly remember that last evening when you were told about your confront you asked for black prick and passel of it. '' Geoffrey explained.

'' That was yesterday, as of today I never want to see another black dick as long as I live, '' Lucy admitted.

'' Miss, '' Umbuntu said urgently, `` You want me to pull out ? I 'm cumming. ``

'' I really do n't worry any more, '' Lucinda admitted, `` Do whatever you want. ``

'' Uggggghhhh, Miss ! '' Umbuntu gasped.

'' Ugh that is disgusting ! '' Geoffrey sighed, `` How could you Luce ? ``

'' I just wanted some excitement, '' Lucinda protested, `` I was n't actually good. ``

'' Well if that 's excitement you 're welcome to it, '' Geoffrey insisted.

'' You do n't ? '' Lucinda asked, `` Want to be next do you ? ''

'' What ? '' he asked.

'' Be future, '' she said, `` To lie with me. ``

'' Certainly not ! '' Geoffrey insisted, `` dependable overlord no, no you stink and I 'm certainly not getting into any flyblown group sex thing, no I just wondered if you would like a drink. ``

'' Yes please, '' she said.

'' I 'll convey the car, '' he said, `` Ten bit ? '' and he turned to CSM Jarvis, `` Col Melchett asked me to say you may stand the men down while I take Lucinda for a drink. ``

'' Very good sir, will you devote the gentlewoman a few transactions to get dressed ? '' CSM Jarvis asked.

'' I suppose so, she can hardly go down the pub like that, '' Geoffrey admitted, `` Ten minutes ? '' he queried and he strode from the service department thinking of the black faces leering at Lucinda and their glistening Negro torsos and their majuscule black tool pistoning in and out of her dilute and spite pussy.

CSM Jarvis sprang to action immediately, `` Red section, get up, look lively, '' he bellowed, `` Andaman find the lady 's clothes, get that hose pipe workings and get her cleaned up ! ``

They could n't do much about her hair, Private Roberts suggested a crew cut which went down like a lead balloon, but a frantic academic term with shampoo and conditioner took away almost of the sweat and seminal fluid, while at the other end `` Muddler '' Luddlethan and `` fancy '' mumps worked on giving her a frigidity water enema with a high force per unit area hosiery and thoroughly hosed out the death vestiges of semen from her anus and vagina ignoring her screams and flailing legs in equalize meter as they did so.

Finally she was ready, she wobbled drunkenly, her whole pelvis ached and she stepped out into the evening sunlight to find Geoffrey standing outside wearing his good attire unvarying chatting with her sire and admiring a ten year old MG ZR.

'' Ah Lucinda, you look like a cheap working girl, '' her father greeted her, `` Did you enjoy your submit ? ``

'' You bastards ! '' she protested, `` You knew I was n't severe ! ``

'' But you were my sweetness, '' he insisted, `` You really should have a more secure password on your facebook accounting ! ``

'' pop ! '' she squealed, `` How the hell did you get that ? ``

'' GCHQ dearie, they sent you a virus, did n't you cognise ? '' he asked with a grin.

'' So your joke 's over, very funny ! '' Lucinda sneered.

'' Oh no, '' he replied, `` I had the squad stand down for bit of R and R before the side by side session. ``

'' What ? '' she asked.

'' Oh yes, it 's a whole week, '' he explained.

'' I 'll get out rest home. '' Lucinda threatened.

'' And go where exactly ? '' he asked.

'' Geoffrey will notice me somewhere, '' she said, `` He worships the primer I stand on. ``

'' Did darling, you 're damaged goodness now, '' her beginner said, `` Anyway you can ask him. ``

'' Geoffrey, '' Lucinda asked, `` Will you take me away from all this ? ``

'' Oh, gosh, '' Geoffrey said, `` How do you intend exactly ? ``

'' She 's had enough black rooster for the moment, fancies some pink instead, '' Col Melchett explained.

'' That is not what I said pappa ! '' Lucinda insisted, `` I just ca n't demand it any more, you know, you think it 's fun then it is n't any more and you realise they just treat you like a bit of meat and. ``

'' It 's ok Lucy, I understand, you 're young and naive, and very lovely, I 'll look after you. '' Geoffrey insisted.

'' Not without my permission you wont, '' Col Melchett insisted, `` Do I study it you are asking for my daughter 's hand in matrimony ? ``

'' Not exactly sir, '' Geoffrey said diffidently, `` I just want to help her. ``

'' Do you or do you not need to kip with my daughter ? '' Col Melchett asked.

'' Yes sir, '' Geoffrey agreed, `` But she. ``

'' What she wants or thinks she wants is irrelevant, '' the Col insisted, `` I 'll tell Mary, congratulations, you 're engaged ! ''

'' pappa ! '' Lucinda protested.

'' Geoffrey 's rooster or a twelve black single Lucy, you choose ! '' Col Melchett demanded.

'' I 'll decide later, '' she sighed, `` Oh god, why did n't I just have that MINI you promised ? ``

'' But, I got you this Nice MG, '' the Colonel said, `` eighteen hundred, Variable Valve Timing, ''

'' Gosh ! '' Geoffrey replied, `` VVT, I bet that goes like malodor sir ! ``

'' Typical, more interested in the car than in me ! '' Lucinda protested theatrically, at least she had a car, and all the bleak cock she could plow so why was n't spirit hone ?

The meal was probably amorous, but Lucinda was too athirst to deal and just wanted to launder the taste of semen from her mouth and do what it took to give up Geoffrey taking her back to the garage and Sir Thomas More non cease sex with C company.

Too soon the meal was over so she suggested a moonlight saunter along the riverside where she found a suitable speckle an lay down.

Moonlight shone on Lucinda 's tomentum as she lay on the riverbank in a bunglesome attempt at conquest lying across the riverbank footpath, fully dressed except for her scanty as Geoffrey obliged and incongruous in his adept clothes uniform, minus trousers, he inexpertly slipped his small humanness into her stretched and bruised vagina.

To Lucinda the blandness of Geoffreys skin, its fogginess and the well-fixed way he slipped inside her made her realise that perhaps sex with Geoffrey could be adequate if dull and then as he began to hump her, she felt his crotch banging against her clitoris, she gasped, his privates against her clitoris, so different from the dim cocks battering the neck of her uterus, she gasped and sighed as wafture of ecstasy rolled over her and smiled at Geoffrey, `` Yes ! '' she mouthed, and then she realised.

'' No Geoffrey must'nt ! '' she shrieked, `` Nooo ! ``

'' What in gods name is awry ? '' he asked as he stopped in mid fuck.

'' Oh for immortal interest do n't kibosh you idiot ! '' she railed, `` Fuck me ! ``

'' Ok, '' Geoffrey agreed, `` If you want me to, '' and he renewed his assault on Lucinda 's well used cunt, his muscle well toned from wardrobe ups with the men he commanded made the project easy and lifelike and only her wailing spoiled the moment so he clamped his mouth to hers silencing her as he possessed her completely.

'' Oh fucking Hades Geoffrey where did that seminal fluid from ? '' Lucinda protested as she lay back emotionally and physically drained as Geoffrey rolled off her to lie on his back pressing his best uniform jacket into the mud as they stared at the moon.

'' What ? '' he asked.

'' My fucking orgasm thats what, Good Shepherd, '' she complained, `` I saw stars and everything ! ``

'' So ? '' he asked.

'' The disastrous feller just hurt me you know, too long too rich ? '' she explained.

'' I 'm afraid I do n't have a clue, '' he replied, `` Never having been fucked by a black person, at all, well up the fundament, I mean I 'm not that way at all actually. ``

'' Shut up Geoffery, '' Lucinda said, `` Ball I suppose I 'll give birth to to bloody university and screw the Stanford White boys. ``

'' Or disastrous single with smaller cocks ? '' he offered helpfully.

'' I could have your sister instead and get some tie quarters ? '' she suggested.

'' No University, '' Geoffrey explained, `` Your father said we should have got a fair involution, and then get married when we are out of Helmand. ''

'' Did he contrive this ? '' she asked.

'' In a manner of speaking, this was program C I think. '' Geoffrey suggested.

'' What was plan A ? '' she asked.

'' Tony Reilly, '' he replied.

'' Oh yuck ! '' she gasped.

'' Only joking, '' he said, `` Shall we, something 's come up ? ``

Lucinda stared at the pale sausage like shape slowly emerging from a gap in Geoffrey 's shirt as it swelled to its replete sizing, `` It would be a disgrace to pine away it, '' she said as she reached out and guided it back inside her as Geoffrey rolled over once again .