Lucy 's 18th birthday present.

`` Ask her again George I, '' The Virgin, dame Melchett ordered her husband Colonel Melchett as he finished his breakfast java and stood before the leaded light windowpane with Oliver Stone surround and stared idly across the manicured lawns of his princely manor house menage home.

'' Yes, I suppose so, '' he agreed, his heart and soul sinking at the mentation of another showdown with Lucinda, his wayward teenage girl. superior general, Majors even sergeant Major held no affright for Melchett, nor Lords or Ladies for indeed he himself was an blue blood and his full title was Colonel the Jehovah Melchett of Branstone, but he was no match for Lucinda.

He slowly opened Lucinda 's bedroom door, she continued texting, '' Any More persuasion on a birthday present Lucy ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' she said, `` peter, smuggled dick and plenty of it. ``

He refused to rise to the bait, `` Mummy thinks we should get you a MINI cooper Cabrio, the garage in town have a nice garden pink one, only twenty thousand on the clock, '' he offered.

'' On Friday I 'm eighteen and I 'm out of here ! '' Lucy warned, `` So overgorge your miniskirt ! ``

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

'' Is it black with it got a ten inch cock ? '' 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 interpret why their erstwhile next door neighbour 's son should proceed to visit when Lucy was so horrible to him.

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

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

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

'' That is inexcusable ! '' he exploded, `` Lord knows why he wastes his metre on you ! ``

'' Exactly ! '' Lucy agreed, `` Do himself a favour and stay 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 year old MG if you 're not very careful ! ``

'' I do n't care as long as it is black with a ten inch cock ! '' she snapped.

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

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

'' No, but she is obsessed with fateful men, '' George sighed, `` You know equation is all very well but. ``

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

Melchett thought quickly, he had a few Day leave but he had a germ of an idea, `` Think I 'll drop by the part, '' he suggested.

'' Yes honey, '' Madonna agreed glad to see the back of him.

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

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

'' stopcock, do you keep open record book ? '' Melchett demanded.

'' What ? '' the doctor demanded.

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

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

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

'' Private please ! '' Manvers snapped.

'' almost of the black lads have, least they say they have, '' the squaddie continued.

'' Right ? '' Melchett agreed, `` Perhaps you could prepare a list ? buck private ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, not just one, a section perhaps, '' he suggested, `` C'troupe are on precaution duties and Mead says a lot of the inkiness blighter have ten inch. ''

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

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

'' That is outrageous ! '' Blessed Virgin insisted, she could n't mean what Lucinda saw in blackamoor men but she had often fantasised about being fucked by the stallion Osmond family or the Cambridge boat race crew, the welsh rugby team, Jenson clitoris, Imran caravanserai, the Treforest Male Voice choir and Prince Harry, not necessarily all at once.

'' require your help I 'm afraid, plough them on so we can quantify them up, '' he suggested.

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

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

Margaret 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 Doctor of the Church and continued, `` This lot, assistance test, VD test the piece of work now ! ``

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

'' And I have fiddling patience, '' Melchett added, `` Now, that is an lodge ! ``

Melchett lunched in the muddle and asked CSM Jarvis to parliamentary law all the squaddies on the leaning to the lecture elbow room behind the guard room, before he met Mary at the gate and took her to the speech room where CSM Jarvis was waiting with the squad of men.

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

'' rack easy Sar n't Major ! '' Melchett ordered, `` Gentlemen I have a special missionary post for you, '' he advised, `` word of honor has it that you are each the possessor of a ten inch member, tool, willie, tool or what ever your favoured term is for your glans penis. ``

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

'' Ugh, '' the squad muttered.

'' Very well, anyone with a small shaft one step forward ! '' Melchett ordered and paused a import and when no one moved he added, `` No, goodness, right, squad, trousers, '' he paused `` Down ! ``

'' Sir ? '' common soldier Umbuntu asked.

'' drop-off em man, let the lady check your dangler, '' Melchett suggested, `` Whip it out, let Mrs Melchett measure it. ''

'' Are you sure Ma'am ? '' Umbuntu asked uneasily.

'' My husband wants to be sure the police squad consists of men with ten inch penis, '' Mrs Melchett explained.

'' But why lady ? '' he asked.

'' Top secret, need to know basis, you know the form, '' 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 come up curtly ? '' the Colonel enquired

'' No sir, yes sir, like not in figurehead of the blokes sir ! '' Umbuntu protested.

'' avail if Mary popped her tits out ? '' Col Melchett asked.

'' George please ! '' Mary snapped and blushed as she felt uneasily damp at the prospect.

Umbuntu stared at Mary 's shapely D cup tits as they nestled in her neat light-colored bluing blouse under her royal blue angel jacket.

'' Yes sir, '' Umbuntu replied, `` Thank you sir. ``

'' You devious sod ! '' The Virgin chided her husband and turned to Umbuntu saying, `` You bloody vitiate ! '' but she undid a few buttons and allowed them a great deal of her well filled brassiere.

Melchett grinned shyly. `` rightfield, special mission volunteers, trousers down, '' and he added `` Mary will learn you with the tape recording measure, shirkers can leave now, we need ten inchers. '' he added.

grooming and field are everything and in crook each soldier dropped his knickers and allowed Mary to measure him as he stiffened at the gentle spot of her fingers against his pitch black pelt, `` Two twenty millietres, '' Mary measured, and `` Two fifteen, '' Melchett worried as ten column inch equated to two fifty four millimeters and suddenly only three remained.

'' Better 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, Williams, Llareggub, Judd, Trefork and Captain John Smith, '' Melchett reeled off, `` You have been selected, now Sar n't John R. Major Jarvis will brief you and then it is quarantine I 'm afraid, confined to quarters, no comms no safety duty, understood ? '' he paused, `` The repose of you dismiss, and keep open it to yourselves, functionary secrets act applies, understand ? ``

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


Frantic preparations for Lucinda 's party took Mary 's broad attention on Thursday good afternoon and
George VI was left to travel to the motor trader and throw arrangements meanwhile Sar n't major Jarvis scratched his head in discombobulation as he tried to drill his squad without the benefit of knowing what the mission actually was and in true military fashion as soon as the Colonel was off the base they went down the NAAFI and had a few beers.

Friday was party day, a local Band had been hired to play in the marquee, but they were rapidly sacked and replaced by some lads from the regimental band after their first legal brief sound check and rehearsal sent the Colonel 's cat rushing from the collapsible shelter in seeming excruciation, the caterers came, the tables and chairs were delivered, the promised assistant failed to arrive leading a frantic Virgin Mary to scream for help down the phone and George IV to round up half a dozen loafer to help out, and basically the show went on.

Seven thirty for eight the invitations said, one hundred and 50 guests just to celebrate Lucinda 's eighteenth birthday.

Lucy assumed the action in the garages was her new car being natural endowment wrapped, but she was very wide of the mark, her `` new '' car was a chickenhearted MG ZR almost ten years old and in the middle of a complete inspection and repair courtesy of REME workshops at the barracks, but her genuine present was in the service department, where half a 12 men toiled away to erect a set of a 12 tiered buncombe beds for tired squaddies, a mess mesa, partitions and as a centrepiece a Martin Luther King Jr. sizing bed.

CSM Jarvis meanwhile had contacted Hereford for advice on chain shtup 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 East Germans which he read intently, apparently the Russians had used it to skilful essence in Afganistan in the seventies.

He decided against the urge drumhead shave and tattooing of slut or the equivalent across the girls head but the nine pointedness control looked sensible, neck, elbow, carpus, knee and ankle shoulder strap, if, that is vaginal fucking was the intention.

'High pressure cold water system enema ,'he read, 'Mouth, ass, kunt, he read the spelling betraying its wartime German origin, and he quickly decided on an initial three way penetration, with toe and nipple sucking and ear licking, backing off to a nine level restraint with the lads rota fucking so her vagina was filled almost continuously, he realised they needed a strong metal framed bed and a wipe sporting mattress from barf bay, for the independent event so he quickly wrote a sequestration and sent it to the quarter masters department.

They practised dismantling the four situation bed until the metre came down to two minutes, brought electric patio smoke to continue the service department warm and generally prepared for the functioning as seriously as if it was a maraud on the Taliban, finally and crucially he sorted out a rota and a steady provision of hot intellectual nourishment.

'' All set Sar n't Major ? '' Col Melchett asked.

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

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

'' H hour is any time after twenty one hundred hours sir, a bite to eat and we 'll be set. '' Jarvis replied.

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

Guests arrived from seven onwards, the paddock behind the stables served as a car Mungo Park, the Band played, George V strode around in his best uniform looking significant, The Virgin looked glamorous in her new night-robe and was heedful not to make a motion too quickly as otherwise her teat kept popping out of the skimpy wisp of Black person material which defined her cleavage and as the sun set the marquee glowed eerily in the glow of disco lights against the satin black of the suburban night.

deglutition flowed, the topical anesthetic drug stroller was ejected from the grounds with more force-out than strictly necessity and then as ten o'clock approached the family assembled before the stage where `` hell devil, '' as the bloke from the regimental ring had temporarily renamed themselves, were playing and the Colonel took the microphone.

'' full eventide peeress and Gentlemen, '' he announced, `` Thank you all for coming, as you know today is Lucinda 's birthday, '' he paused for the company goer to groan, `` I can hardly believe that it is eighteen long time since she came into the world kicking and scream, not dissimilar to how she was dancing just now in fact, but what you do n't know is that The Virgin and myself have a very special nowadays for darling Lucy, here you are my darling, 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 stopcock ! '' she shouted, `` Lovely big black cock, and lots of it ! ``

'' Lucy ! '' her mother protested.

'' fountainhead you make me live like a Nun, '' Lucy replied, `` Well I 'm get 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, loser ! ''

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

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

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

euphony blasted the night once more, and Melchett grasped Lucinda by the arm and steered her out if the marquee and across to the garage, `` I went to a lot of trouble to get this introduce so bally well enjoy it ! '' he insisted.

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

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

'' Oh just to proceed the repose, '' she said, secretly thrilled that she was to get her own rack and the independence to screw who ever she wanted, `` But I 'm not interested, '' she said as she undid the curl and opened the door.

A new sectionalization with a door to the incline blocked her way of life, `` Oh, what have you done ? '' she asked fascinate and she opened the new door and stepped into the shadow, the luminance flashed on.

'' Surprise ! '' a dozen black voices shouted as one as she stepped into the now carpeted and partitioned three-bagger garage where a four posted bed occupied the space usually reserved for her father '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 line, each holding a ruler against his erect penis with one hand as they gently wanked themselves with the other.

'' Daddy ! '' Lucinda protested.

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

'' If you 'd care to get on the bed fille, '' CSM Jaris invited.

'' feeling, really, '' Lucinda said awkwardly.

'' right hand lad, you know what to do, '' he ordered.

A 12 paw gripped Lucinda as the squad surrounded her, her shoes and hold up stockings slipped from her feet, her pantie followed before her company dress slipped over her head followed by her bra, within twenty dollar bill moment she was completely naked, another half minute the squad had lifted her and carried her away to the wet area at the far end of the garage behind a partition where the hose reel waited.

The end of the hose was liberally coated with lube and despite her protests they made her bend at the waist and six pair if script held her as Andaman inexpertly forced six inches of aluminium hosiery 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 worse agonisingly low temperature water gushed inside her.

She tried to scream as the nozzle was removed and the H2O flowed out again, and tried again as the nozzle was re enter and her belly swelled again as the men held her over the drain, twice more they repeated the operation until CSM Jarvis judged she was now `` Nice and clean and fuckable. ``

Meanwhile the four-poster bed had been dismantled by the rest if the squad and the more utilitarian but practical metal framed bed had replaced it.

Lucinda knew nothing of this, she felt the soft towels that dried her, and the business firm but lenify manus that took her to the bed and as drilled the squad assembled in their allocated places,

Garrick, on his back, cock erect as they guided her down onto him, her well lubed and freshly stretched anus yielding reluctantly to gravity as her own weight impaled her before they pushed her shoulder back so she lay on his lap as he cupped her breasts allowing Umbuntu to slither between her legs as Andaman and Hank Williams held her knees wide apart, Llareggub waited to dumbfound his cock in her mouth, while as they had practised in the exercise hall with the mannequins and naughty Sandra three holed blow up doll with real blonde fuzz, Judd and Trefork readied themselves to breastfeed her mamilla while Oral Roberts and Smith prepared to suck in her toes, and Arun and mumps to lick her ears.

Lucinda 's creative thinker exploded with the mixed esthesis, her vagina stretched uncomfortably by a shaft that banged painfully against the neck of her uterus, while another gross invasion agonisingly spread her anus while surprisingly tender lip inflamed her toes nipples and capitulum, even as a boost member sought approach to her mouth and pharynx.

CSM Jarvis watched with pride as his police squad seemed to engulf her, ten minutes after walking in dressed in her political party apparel she was naked and having the roll in the hay of her life except Llaregub 's pecker was barely inside her sassing, `` nookie her pharynx lad, you can do it ! '' Jarvis ordered.

'' Too tight sir ! '' he protested.

'' viewpoint back, let a man do it ! '' Jarvis ordered and he whipped out his own seven inch of garden pink meat, `` spread up then squawk, I mean overlook, '' 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 cacoethes and suddenly he was cumming, pumping his incumbrance down her throat making her gag.

Lucinda choked on the quick sticky cum but somehow she managed to hazard it was blancmange and was able to immerse every drop.

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

CSM Jarvis looked on with pride as his lads performed, `` best Fucking incision in the British Army, '' he chuckled but then as Umbuntu and then Garrick seemed to cum he ordered, `` Rotation, on my target, three, two, one, Rotate ! ``

Like a single being they moved away, Llareggub, reluctant to draw out his besotted cock from the warm haven of Lucinda 's sassing and pharynx, needed a tap on the shoulder to convince him to move but quickly view were reversed, Lucinda lifted off a soft cock while a new man slid into position with an raise cock and she as set down gear up for a unfermented black dick up her vagina, while the recovering squaddies took up beating or kissing roles.

Andaman on his back this time, stopcock erect as they guided her down onto him, her well lubed and freshly stretched anus yielding reluctantly to gravity as her own weight impaled her before they pushed her shoulder back so she lay on his lap as he cupped her bosom allowing Williams to slide between her branch as Llareggub and Judd held her knee joint wide apart, Trefork waited to flummox his cock in her backtalk, while Roberts and John Smith readied themselves to wet-nurse her mamilla as Arun and Mumps prepared to suck her toes, and the recovering Garrick and Umbuntu began to lick her ears.

Lucinda 's mind exploded with the commingle sensations, her vagina stretched uncomfortably by a putz that banged painfully against the neck of her uterus, while another gross intrusion agonisingly spread her anus while surprisingly tenderise lip inflamed her toes nipples and ears, even as a encourage penis sought access to her mouth and throat.


Six rotations, over an hours fucking reduced Lucinda to a palpitation over stimulated shipwreck, the cub were tiring so Jarvis halved the squad, one for two breasts, one for the toes, one for the head, both kissing and rima oris fucking, and virtually importantly he ordered the seat plug so she would stay well filled without the lad working grueling to do it her ass.

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

'' Man serial screw is fucking hard work ! '' Trefork admitted, `` For fucks sake, my tool red raw ! ``

'' Get a fucking royal heart and soul for being wounded in action if you were a yank ! '' CSM Jarvis exclaimed, `` Can you carry on or do you visualize guard tariff ? ``

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

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

'' Good soldier always looks after his artillery, '' someone muttered.

Lucinda lay in a fog of ecstasy mingled with agony, her breasts were numb now, as was her whole genitals, the butt blug had ceased to be agonising, she just drifted from one interjection to the next barely noticing, she wanted a swallow, the twinkle and the warmheartedness of the soldiers bodies made her swither so profusely that string of beads of moisture dripped onto the bed.

Another rotation and another, one face merged with another, one rooster with another lone Jarvis'gave any variation with his pinkness and as dawn approached she may even have fallen asleep.

Morning saw the lads breakfasting, Lucinda was allowed five mo in the bathroom, 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 rally his men though lack of sleep was playing mind plot, maybe he needed a bigger squad, a dozen seemed a lot but the laddie were on Viagra and pitch blackness coffee now and signs of engagement fatigue duty were all too obvious as they dragged themselves to their feed bunk after performing and had to be ordered back to screw Lucinda whereas earlier they would fight back each other for the chance to get between her legs.

It was twenty two time of day into the performance when CSM Jarvis had to admit defeat, he rang the guardroom and asked for a content to be sent to Col Melchett, `` Spirit is willing but bod is weak, request permission to abort mission and withdraw. ``

'' George, '' lady Melchett called, `` Message from the office, request permission to abort foreign mission. ``

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

'' conclusion seen in the Library with a flock of old Autosport Magazines, '' Virgin Mary replied.

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

'' George III ! '' Mary protested, `` That 's offend ! ``

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

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

'' It 's total darkness and ten in long the final I heard, '' Melchett replied sadly.

Geoffrey could n't understand what he was being asked to do, why would Lucinda be in the garage, he did n't think she care machine but as a house guest he could hardly pass up Mary 's petition to relay the message and taking her out to dinner would be at least a small stride towards getting her into bed.

He strode briskly across the gravel thousand 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 bootleg soldiers holding Lucinda down while a third wearily screwed her.

Lucinda turned her headspring to see Geoffrey walk in and end abruptly almost as if he had seen a spook, `` Geoffrey ! '' she gasped as he stared at her open mouthed, and looking almost human in his civilian flair tee shirt and dungaree instead of his usual uniform, and the wear Pte Gordy Umbuntu paused in mid slash uncertain as to whether he should salute or just keep fucking Lucinda as CSM Jarvis had ordered.

Lucinda wished the floor would open and swallow her, it was bravado that led her to ask for ten inch melanize cock for her eighteenth birthday never for a second believing her parents would allow her to have sex with a Negro let alone to recover a whole platoon and arrange for her to be screwed continuously for almost twenty four hours.

poor Lucy was covered in sweat, hers and that of her many Diospyros ebenum lovers, her favorable hair matted stick to to her scalp and straggled across the pillows, her company clothes long discarded lay crumpled beside the bed and as Umbuntu energetically humped her so Andaman waited on the bench, defenseless except his socks and dog tags as with the aid of some porno magazine he nursed his huge erection back to life.

'' illusion a drink Lucinda ? '' Geoffrey finally asked after what seemed similar several minutes had elapsed..

'' You do think of a drink, you 're not going to piss in my mouth or anything dolt are you ? '' Lucinda asked.

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

'' Do n't be an half-wit ! '' Lucinda snapped.

'' Just a thinking, '' Geoffrey sighed, `` I 'll impart you to enjoy your, ah, Friend, '' he added uncertainly.

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

'' Hardly Henry Luce, I distinctly remember that lowest even when you were told about your present you asked for pitch-black cock and lots 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 rip out ? I 'm cumming. ``

'' I really do n't care any Sir Thomas More, '' Lucinda admitted, `` Do whatever you want. ``

'' Uggggghhhh, misfire ! '' Umbuntu gasped.

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

'' I just wanted some exhilaration, '' Lucinda protested, `` I was n't actually serious. ``

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

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

'' What ? '' he asked.

'' Be next, '' she said, `` To make out me. ``

'' Certainly not ! '' Geoffrey insisted, `` Good lord no, no you stink and I 'm certainly not getting into any sleazy chemical group sex affair, no I just wondered if you would wish a drink. ``

'' Yes please, '' she said.

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

'' Very good sir, will you open the peeress a few minutes to get dressed ? '' CSM Jarvis asked.

'' I suppose so, she can hardly go down the pub like that, '' Geoffrey admitted, `` Ten minute ? '' he queried and he strode from the service department intellection of the Shirley Temple faces leering at Lucinda and their glitter disastrous body and their gravid black cocks pistoning in and out of her stretched and contuse cunt.

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

They could n't do much about her hair's-breadth, private Roberts suggested a crew cut which went down like a spark advance balloon, but a frantic sitting with shampoo and conditioner took away most of the sweat and semen, while at the other end `` Muddler '' Luddlethan and `` Fancy '' mumps worked on giving her a cold H2O enema with a high school pressure hose and thoroughly hosed out the last-place shadow of seed from her anus and vagina ignoring her screams and flailing pegleg in adequate measure as they did so.

Finally she was prepare, she wobbled drunkenly, her whole pelvis ached and she stepped out into the evening sunlight to find oneself Geoffrey standing external wearing his best wearing apparel uniform chatting with her beginner and admiring a ten yr old MG ZR.

'' Ah Lucinda, you look like a flashy tart, '' her father greeted her, `` Did you savor your confront ? ``

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

'' But you were my sweet, '' he insisted, `` You really should have a more secure countersign on your facebook explanation ! ``

'' daddy ! '' she squealed, `` How the netherworld did you get that ? ``

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

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

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

'' What ? '' she asked.

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

'' I 'll go away base. '' Lucinda threatened.

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

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

'' Did darling, you 're damaged trade good now, '' her don said, `` Anyway you can ask him. ``

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

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

'' She 's had adequate inglorious cock for the minute, fancies some pink instead, '' Col Melchett explained.

'' That is not what I said daddy ! '' Lucinda insisted, `` I just ca n't take it any more, you know, you think it 's fun then it is n't any more than and you realise they just treat you like a slice of pith 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 license you wont, '' Col Melchett insisted, `` Do I take it you are asking for my girl 's hand in matrimony ? ``

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

'' Do you or do you not want 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 recount Virgin Mary, extolment, you 're engaged ! ''

'' dada ! '' Lucinda protested.

'' Geoffrey 's cock or a XII black ones 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 decent MG, '' the Colonel said, `` xviii hundred, Variable Valve Timing, ''

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

'' Typical, more interested in the car than in me ! '' Lucinda protested theatrically, at least she had a car, and all the black-market cock she could do by so why was n't life hone ?

The meal was probably romantic, but Lucinda was too hungry to like and just wanted to wash the taste perception of semen from her mouth and do what it took to halt Geoffrey taking her book binding to the garage and to a greater extent non stop sex with C company.

Too soon the meal was over so she suggested a Moon stroll along the riverbank where she found a suitable spot an lay down.

Moonlight shone on Lucinda 's hair as she lay on the riverside in a ungainly endeavor at conquest lying across the riverbank pathway, fully dressed except for her scanty as Geoffrey obliged and incongruous in his best dress uniform, minus trouser, he inexpertly slipped his modest manhood into her stretch and bruised vagina.

To Lucinda the suaveness of Geoffreys skin, its softness and the easy way he slipped inside her made her realise that perhaps sex with Geoffrey could be tolerable if deadening and then as he began to have sex her, she felt his crotch banging against her button, she gasped, his crotch against her button, so different from the black turncock battering the neck opening of her uterus, she gasped and sighed as waves of rapture 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 wrong ? '' he asked as he stopped in mid fuck.

'' Oh for graven image sake do n't break you idiot ! '' she railed, `` Fuck me ! ``

'' Ok, '' Geoffrey agreed, `` If you want me to, '' and he renewed his assault on Lucinda 's wellspring used pussy, his muscles well toned from public press ups with the men he commanded made the labor easy and lifelike and only her bawling spoiled the second so he clamped his mouth to hers silencing her as he possessed her completely.

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

'' What ? '' he asked.

'' My fucking orgasm thats what, Jesus, '' she complained, `` I saw whizz and everything ! ``

'' So ? '' he asked.

'' The lightlessness chaps just injure me you know, too long too inscrutable ? '' she explained.

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

'' Shut up Geoffery, '' Lucinda said, `` Balls I suppose I 'll have to to bloody university and screw the tweed boys. ``

'' Or blacken ones with smaller prick ? '' he offered helpfully.

'' I could take your child instead and get some wed quarters ? '' she suggested.

'' No University, '' Geoffrey explained, `` Your founder said we should have a reasonable engagement, and then get married when we are out of Helmand. ''

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

'' In a manner of public speaking, this was plan 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 picket blimp like physique slowly emerging from a gap in Geoffrey 's shirt as it swelled to its full-of-the-moon sizing, `` It would be a shame to neutralise it, '' she said as she reached out and guided it back inside her as Geoffrey rolled over once again .