Lucy 's 18th birthday present.

`` Ask her again George IV, '' Madonna, gentlewoman Melchett ordered her husband Colonel Melchett as he finished his breakfast coffee and stood before the leaded light window with Harlan Stone environs and stared idly across the manicured lawns of his opulent manor sign home.

'' Yes, I suppose so, '' he agreed, his heart sinking at the thought of another confrontation with Lucinda, his wayward teenage daughter. Generals, Majors even Sergeant Major held no brat for Melchett, nor Godhead or Ladies for indeed he himself was an aristocrat and his wide-cut title was Colonel the Lord Melchett of Branstone, but he was no match for Lucinda.

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

'' Yes, '' she said, `` Cock, black peter and mint of it. ``

He refused to heighten to the bait, `` mammy thinks we should get you a mini Cooper Cabrio, the garage in township have a nice pink one, only twenty thousand on the clock, '' he offered.

'' On Friday I 'm eighteen and I 'm out of here ! '' Lucy warned, `` So stuff 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 empathise why their erstwhile next door neighbor 's son should proceed to call in when Lucy was so atrocious to him.

'' Oh bang-up, '' she said sarcastically, `` Tell him sod off, from me, loser. ``

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

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

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

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

'' smell 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 give care as long as it is lightlessness with a ten in cock ! '' she snapped.

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

'' Really ? '' Blessed Virgin 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 George III followed by a hurried man and wife and three tyke, a deputy in the Rifles, a trainee comptroller and Lucinda, the youngest.

'' No, but she is obsessed with blackamoor men, '' George VI sighed, `` You know par is all very well but. ``

'' Yes dearest, '' Mary agreed, `` Just keep your popular opinion to yourself. ``

Melchett thought quickly, he had a few days leave but he had a germ of an estimation, `` Think I 'll throw by the berth, '' he suggested.

'' Yes love, '' 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 unmistakable configuration of the maestro appear round the corner, he headed straight for be sick bay and walked into Dr Manvers operating theatre, `` Tension ! '' he shouted to the unfortunate squaddie who was sitting at the desk and he strode past into Dr Manvers'office.

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

'' dick, do you hold criminal record ? '' Melchett demanded.

'' What ? '' the doctor demanded.

'' Cocks man, penises, ten edge cocks in melanise 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.

'' to the highest degree of the inglorious bloke have, to the lowest degree they say they have, '' the squaddie continued.

'' Right ? '' Melchett agreed, `` Perhaps you could relieve oneself a tilt ? Private ? ``

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

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

He rang rest home, `` Madonna, 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'company are on sentry go duties and Mead says a lot of the black fellow have ten inches. ''

'' You ca n't be serious St. 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 checks on them first. ``

'' That is steep ! '' Mary insisted, she could n't mean what Lucinda saw in black men but she had often fantasised about being fucked by the entire Osmond family or the Cambridge University boat race crew, the welsh rugby team, Jenson Button, Imran Khan, the Treforest male person Voice choir and Prince Harry, not necessarily all at once.

'' demand your help I 'm afraid, deform them on so we can value them up, '' he suggested.

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

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

George Herbert 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, assist test, VD test the works now ! ``

'' Colonel ! '' Dr Manvers protested, `` I have patient role ! ``

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

Melchett lunched in the good deal and asked CSM Jarvis to edict all the squaddies on the list to the lecture way behind the safeguard elbow room, before he met Mary at the gate and took her to the lecture 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 ).

'' Stand easy Sar n't Major ! '' Melchett ordered, `` Gentlemen I have a limited delegation for you, '' he advised, `` Word has it that you are each the owner of a ten inch extremity, tool, willie, hammer or what ever your privilege term is for your glans penis. ``

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

'' Ugh, '' the team muttered.

'' Very well, anyone with a small rooster one yard forward ! '' Melchett ordered and paused a moment and when no one moved he added, `` No, effective, right, squad, trouser, '' he paused `` Down ! ``

'' Sir ? '' Private Umbuntu asked.

'' Drop em man, let the lady chequer your dangler, '' Melchett suggested, `` Whip it out, let Mrs Melchett measure it. ''

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

'' My married man wants to be sure the squad consists of men with ten inch penises, '' Mrs Melchett explained.

'' But why Ma'am ? '' he asked.

'' Top secret, need to know base, 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 pardon sir. ``

`` What 's the trouble. afraid you 'll amount up shortly ? '' the Colonel enquired

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

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

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

Umbuntu stared at The Virgin 's shapely D cup titmouse as they nestled in her bully brightness blue blouse under her imperial bluish jacket.

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

'' You devious sod ! '' Virgin Mary chided her hubby and turned to Umbuntu saying, `` You bloody pervert ! '' but she undid a few push and allowed them a passel of her well filled brassiere.

Melchett grinned shyly. `` right field, special missionary station volunteers, pant down, '' and he added `` Mary will check you with the magnetic tape measure, slacker can entrust now, we need ten inchers. '' he added.

Training and subject field are everything and in turn each soldier dropped his pants and allowed Blessed Virgin to valuate him as he stiffened at the gentle mite of her fingers against his ebony cutis, `` Two twenty millietres, '' Mary measured, and `` Two fifteen, '' Melchett worried as ten inches equated to two fifty four mm and suddenly only three remained.

'' Better make it nine, she 'll never notice ! '' he suggested to a fatal look from Mary.

They conferred and then Col Melchett ordered, `` Roberts, Arun, Luddelthan, mumps, Garrick, Umbuntu, Andaman, Bernard Arthur Owen Williams, Llareggub, Judd, Trefork and Smith, '' Melchett reeled off, `` You have been selected, now Sar n't major Jarvis will brief you and then it is quarantine I 'm afraid, confined to one-fourth, no comms no guard responsibility, understood ? '' he paused, `` The rest of you dismiss, and hold back it to yourselves, functionary secrets act applies, sympathize ? ``

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


Frantic provision for Lucinda 's party took Mary 's full attention on Thursday afternoon and
George was left to jaw the motor monger and make system meanwhile Sar n't Major Jarvis scratched his head in muddiness as he tried to drill his squad without the welfare 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 anesthetic Band had been hired to play in the marquise, but they were rapidly sacked and replaced by some fella from the regimental banding after their first of all brief sound check and dry run sent the Colonel 's cat rushing from the tent in apparent agony, the caterers came, the tables and chairs were delivered, the promised service failed to get leading a frantic Mary to cry for service down the headphone and George III to labialize up half a XII do-nothing to help oneself out, and basically the show went on.

VII thirty for eight the invitations said, one hundred and fifty Edgar Albert Guest just to lionize Lucinda 's eighteenth birthday.

Lucy assumed the natural action in the service department was her new car being natural endowment wrapped, but she was very wide of the Deutsche Mark, her `` new '' car was a yellow MG ZR almost ten age old and in the centre of a complete overhaul courtesy of REME workshop at the barracks, but her real number present was in the garage, where half a dozen men toiled away to raise a set of a dozen tiered bunk bottom for tired squaddies, a mess table, partitions and as a centrepiece a king size bed.

CSM Jarvis meanwhile had contacted Hereford for advice on chain fucking of suspect and been referred to Guantanamo bay and Capital, who sent him a render Russian brochure on the subject which they got from the eastern United States German language which he read intently, apparently the Russians had used it to good effect in Afganistan in the seventies.

He decided against the advocate promontory shave and tattooing of hussy or the eq across the girls head but the nine point simplicity looked sensible, neck opening, elbow, wrist joint, knee and articulatio talocruralis straps, if, that is vaginal shag was the intention.

'High pressure sensation cold water enema ,'he read, 'Mouth, ass, kunt, he read the spelling betraying its wartime German language origin, and he quickly decided on an initial three way penetration, with toe and pap suction and ear beating, backing off to a nine point restraint with the lads rota fucking so her vagina was filled almost continuously, he realised they needed a unattackable metal framed bed and a rub clean mattress from sick bay, for the master event so he quickly wrote a requisition and sent it to the one-quarter masters department.

They practised dismantling the four post bed until the meter came down to two proceedings, brought electric patio fastball to keep the service department warm and generally prepared for the operation as seriously as if it was a maraud on the Taliban, finally and crucially he sorted out a rota and a habitue supply of hot food.

'' All gear up Sar n't John Roy Major ? '' Col Melchett asked.

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

'' fifth wheel me the details, she is my daughter, '' Col Melchett replied awkwardly, `` But are you fix ? ``

'' H hour is any clock time 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 make, no shaft ups, '' Melchett cautioned, `` If you 'll pardon the pun. ``

Guests arrived from seven onwards, the paddock behind the stable served as a car park, the lot played, George strode around in his best uniform looking significant, Mary looked glamorous in her new nightie and was careful not to move too quickly as otherwise her nipple kept popping out of the lean wisp of black fabric which defined her segmentation and as the sun set the marquee glowed eerily in the glow of disco light against the satin blackness of the suburban night.

Drinks flowed, the local drug drug peddler was ejected from the grounds with more than violence than strictly necessary and then as ten o'clock approached the family assembled before the stage where `` sin Monsters, '' as the fella from the regimental isthmus had temporarily renamed themselves, were playing and the Colonel took the microphone.

'' Good evening lady and Gentlemen, '' he announced, `` Thank you all for coming, as you know today is Lucinda 's natal day, '' he paused for the party goers to groan, `` I can hardly believe that it is xviii days since she came into the world boot and screaming, not dissimilar to how she was dancing just now in fact, but what you do n't know is that Mary and myself have a very special present for darling Lucy, here you are my darling, enjoy ! '' he said and handed Lucinda the key to a padlock. `` In the garage, '' he whispered.

'' Thank you daddy, '' Lucinda said slightly drunkenly, `` pop bought me a car, '' she said, `` It 's either a beetle or a MINI but I do n't require a car I want tool ! '' she shouted, `` Lovely big Negro cock, and lots of it ! ``

'' Lucy ! '' her mother protested.

'' wellspring you make me live 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, loser ! ''

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

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

'' So on with the euphony, '' Col Melchett ordered and turned to the jumper lead singer of 'Hells Monsters'and said, `` Carry on Sar'nt Brown. ``

medicine blasted the night once more, and Melchett grasped Lucinda by the arm and steered her out if the marquee and across to the service department, `` I went to a lot of hassle to get this exhibit so bloody well delight 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 savor your lay out ! ``

'' Oh just to keep the ataraxis, '' she said, secretly thrilled that she was to get her own wheels and the independence to screw who ever she wanted, `` But I 'm not interest, '' she said as she undid the lock and opened the door.

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

'' surprisal ! '' a XII black vox shouted as one as she stepped into the now carpeted and partitioned triple garage where a four posted bed occupied the outer space usually reserved for her father 's cars which usually sat covered with debris quietly leaking oil.

She stared, a dozen trouser less but otherwise immaculately turned out soldiers stood in strain, each holding a swayer against his tumid penis with one manus as they gently wanked themselves with the other.

'' Daddy ! '' Lucinda protested.

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

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

'' aspect, really, '' Lucinda said awkwardly.

'' rightfield bloke, you know what to do, '' he ordered.

A dozen hands gripped Lucinda as the squad surrounded her, her skid and hold up stockings slipped from her feet, her scanty followed before her party dress slipped over her head followed by her bra, within twenty dollar bill second base she was completely naked, another one-half minute the squad had lifted her and carried her away to the wet orbit at the far end of the garage behind a segmentation where the hose reel waited.

The end of the hosepipe was liberally coated with lubricating substance and despite her protests they made her bend dexter at the waist and six pairs if manus held her as Andaman inexpertly forced six inches of aluminium hose nozzle up her fuddled anus, she screamed into a helping hand clamped firmly across her sass and then when she felt the pain in the neck could not get worse agonisingly cold H2O gushed inside her.

She tried to scream as the honker was removed and the water flowed out again, and tried again as the nozzle was re slip in 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 strip and fuckable. ``

Meanwhile the four-poster bed had been dismantled by the residue if the police 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 firm but gentle hands that took her to the bed and as drilled the squad assembled in their allocated places,

Garrick, on his cover, cock erect as they guided her down onto him, her well lubed and freshly stretched anus yielding reluctantly to graveness as her own weight unit impaled her before they pushed her shoulder back so she lay on his lap as he cupped her breasts allowing Umbuntu to slide between her legs as Andaman and Williams held her knee joint all-inclusive apart, Llareggub waited to stick to his cock in her backtalk, while as they had practised in the recitation residence with the mannikin and naughty Sandra three holed bollocks up up doll with real blonde hair, Judd and Trefork readied themselves to suck her nipples while Roberts and Smith prepared to suck her toes, and Arun and epidemic parotitis to work out her ears.

Lucinda 's mind exploded with the mixed sensations, her vagina stretched uncomfortably by a putz that banged painfully against the neck opening of her womb, while another utter violation agonisingly spread her anus while surprisingly tenderize mouth inflamed her toes nipples and ears, even as a foster penis sought admission to her mouth and pharynx.

CSM Jarvis watched with pridefulness as his squad seemed to engulf her, ten moment after walking in dressed in her party dress she was naked and having the fucking of her sprightliness except Llaregub 's cock was barely inside her mouth, `` Fuck her pharynx lad, you can do it ! '' Jarvis ordered.

'' Too tight sir ! '' he protested.

'' tie-up back, let a man do it ! '' Jarvis ordered and he whipped out his own seven inch of pink meat, `` unfold up then gripe, I mean leave out, '' he ordered and when she tried to dissent he rammed his length deep into her throat, she screamed, she tried to prick his cock inflaming his Passion and suddenly he was cumming, pumping his incumbrance down her throat making her gag.

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

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

CSM Jarvis looked on with pride as his lad performed, `` in effect Fucking section in the Brits army, '' he chuckled but then as Umbuntu and then Garrick seemed to cum he ordered, `` Rotation, on my mark, three, two, one, Rotate ! ``

Like a single organism they moved away, Llareggub, reluctant to pull his fuddled cock from the warm harbour of Lucinda 's mouth and throat, needed a tap on the berm to win over him to move but quickly positions were reversed, Lucinda lifted off a soft cock while a new man slid into position with an rear cock and she as set down ready for a fresh pitch blackness turncock up her vagina, while the recovering squaddies took up drubbing or kissing roles.

Andaman on his back this time, cock erect as they guided her down onto him, her well lubed and freshly stretched anus yielding reluctantly to gravity as her own weightiness impaled her before they pushed her shoulders back so she lay on his lap as he cupped her knocker allowing Tennessee Williams to slide between her legs as Llareggub and Judd held her knees wide apart, Trefork waited to cleave his cock in her oral cavity, while Roberts and Smith readied themselves to suck her nipples as Arun and epidemic parotitis prepared to suck her toes, and the recovering Garrick and Umbuntu began to lick her ears.

Lucinda 's mind exploded with the commix hotshot, her vagina stretched uncomfortably by a turncock that banged painfully against the neck opening of her womb, while another thoroughgoing encroachment agonisingly spread her anus while surprisingly tender rim inflamed her toes teat and pinna, even as a advance penis sought access code to her mouth and pharynx.


Six rotary motion, over an hr fucking reduced Lucinda to a quivering over stirred up wreck, the feller were tiring so Jarvis halved the squad, one for two breast, one for the toes, one for the question, both kissing and mouth fucking, and most importantly he ordered the butt hack so she would rest well filled without the lad working toilsome to love her ass.

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

'' Man in series roll in the hay is fucking operose work ! '' Trefork admitted, `` For fucks sake, my instrument red raw ! ``

'' Get a fucking purple heart for being wounded in action mechanism if you were a yank ! '' CSM Jarvis exclaimed, `` Can you carry on or do you fancy ward duty ? ``

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

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

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

Lucinda lay in a fog of ecstasy mingled with agony, her breast were numb now, as was her unharmed genital organ, the tush blug had ceased to be agonising, she just drifted from one ejaculation to the next barely noticing, she wanted a beverage, the lights and the warmth of the soldiers physical structure made her sweat so profusely that string of beads of wet dripped onto the bed.

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

Morning saw the lads breakfasting, Lucinda was allowed five minutes in the bathroom, before they gave her a new clyster and bent her over the end of the bed for Rota fucking her anus, though the cub 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 twelve seemed a lot but the feller were on Viagra and black burnt umber now and augury of battle tiredness were all too obvious as they dragged themselves to their berth after performing and had to be ordered back to screw Lucinda whereas earlier they would contend each other for the chance to get between her legs.

It was twenty two hours into the functioning when CSM Jarvis had to take licking, he rang the guardroom and asked for a message to be sent to Col Melchett, `` Spirit is leave but chassis is weak, postulation permission to abort deputation and withdraw. ``

'' George III, '' Lady Melchett called, `` substance from the office, request license to abort mission. ``

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

'' Last seen in the Library with a pile of old Autosport clip, '' The Virgin replied.

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

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

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

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

'' It 's bootleg and ten inches long the conclusion 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 intend she wish cars but as a house invitee he could hardly pass up Mary 's petition to relay the subject matter and taking her out to dinner would be at least a small step towards getting her into bed.

He strode briskly across the gravel yard to the garage and opened the door, turned and opened the intimate door and stopped frozen in shocked astonishment as he saw two almost exhausted big black soldiers holding Lucinda down while a third wearily screwed her.

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

Lucinda wished the level would open and swallow her, it was bravado that led her to ask for ten inch black putz for her 18th birthday never for a s believing her parents would reserve her to take in sex with a negro let alone to notice a whole platoon and arrange for her to be screwed continuously for almost XX four hours.

Poor Lucy was covered in sweat, hers and that of her many ebony lovers, her gilded hair matted sting to her scalp and straggled across the pillows, her party dress long discarded lay crumpled beside the bed and as Umbuntu energetically humped her so Andaman waited on the work bench, nude except his socks and dog shred as with the aid of some porn magazine he nursed his huge erecting back to life.

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

'' You do mean a potable, you 're not going to piss in my sassing or anything stupid are you ? '' Lucinda asked.

'' Lord no, '' Geoffrey repelled by the trace, `` No Pimms or something down the pub by the river, '' Geoffrey suggested, `` But I suppose I could spend a penny in your mouthpiece if you would rather ? ``

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

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

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

'' Hardly Henry Robinson Luce, I distinctly remember that last evening when you were told about your gift you asked for lightlessness cock and stack of it. '' Geoffrey explained.

'' That was yesterday, as of today I never want to see another pitch blackness pecker as long as I live, '' Lucy admitted.

'' young lady, '' 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 grievous. ``

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

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

'' What ? '' he asked.

'' Be succeeding, '' she said, `` To eff me. ``

'' Certainly not ! '' Geoffrey insisted, `` Good lord no, no you stink and I 'm certainly not getting into any sordid radical sex matter, no I just wondered if you would like 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 potable. ``

'' Very commodity sir, will you give the lady a few minute of arc 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 smuggled torsos and their expectant black cock pistoning in and out of her elongate and bruised snatch.

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

They could n't do much about her pilus, common soldier Roberts suggested a crew cut which went down like a leave balloon, but a frantic session with shampoo and conditioner took away most of the sweat and come, while at the former end `` Muddler '' Luddlethan and `` Fancy '' mumps worked on giving her a cold water enema with a high gear pressure hosepipe and thoroughly hosed out the final stage tincture of semen from her anus and vagina ignoring her screeching and flailing legs in equalize measure as they did so.

Finally she was ready, she wobbled drunkenly, her all pelvis ached and she stepped out into the evening sunlight to find Geoffrey standing outside wearing his best dress uniform chatting with her Padre and admiring a ten year old MG ZR.

'' Ah Lucinda, you look like a cheap harlot, '' her Father-God greeted her, `` Did you enjoy your present ? ``

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

'' But you were my sweet, '' he insisted, `` You really should have a more untroubled password on your facebook account ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' What ? '' she asked.

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

'' I 'll leave home. '' Lucinda threatened.

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

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

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

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

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

'' She 's had enough black stopcock for the moment, 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 and you realise they just treat you like a piece of meat and. ``

'' It 's ok Lucy, I understand, you 're Danton True Young and naive, and very lovely, I 'll reckon after you. '' Geoffrey insisted.

'' Not without my permission you wont, '' Col Melchett insisted, `` Do I take it you are asking for my girl 's handwriting in spousal relationship ? ``

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

'' Do you or do you not desire to sleep 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 ! ''

'' papa ! '' Lucinda protested.

'' Geoffrey 's peter or a XII nigrify 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 nice MG, '' the Colonel said, `` xviii Hundred, variable star Valve Timing, ''

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

'' Typical, more interest in the car than in me ! '' Lucinda protested theatrically, at least she had a car, and all the smuggled cock she could manage so why was n't life perfect ?

The meal was probably quixotic, but Lucinda was too hungry to care and just wanted to wash the penchant of semen from her sassing and do what it took to stop Geoffrey taking her rear to the service department and to a greater extent non hold on sex with C company.

Too soon the repast was over so she suggested a moonshine promenade along the riverbank where she found a suitable spot an lay down.

Moonlight shone on Lucinda 's hairsbreadth as she lay on the riverbank in a clumsy effort at seduction lying across the riverbank pathway, fully dressed except for her panties as Geoffrey obliged and incongruous in his in effect clothes uniform, minus trousers, he inexpertly slipped his modest humanness into her stretch and bruised vagina.

To Lucinda the suavity of Geoffreys skin, its sissiness and the loose way he slipped inside her made her realise that perhaps sex with Geoffrey could be adequate if tedious and then as he began to hump her, she felt his crotch banging against her clit, she gasped, his fork against her clitoris, so different from the fateful prick battering the cervix of her uterus, she gasped and sighed as waves 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 amiss ? '' he asked as he stopped in mid fuck.

'' Oh for Supreme Being sake do n't block up you idiot ! '' she railed, `` Fuck me ! ``

'' Ok, '' Geoffrey agreed, `` If you want me to, '' and he renewed his ravishment on Lucinda 's fountainhead used twat, his muscularity well toned from press ups with the men he commanded made the job easy and natural and only her wailing spoiled the second so he clamped his mouth to hers silencing her as he possessed her completely.

'' Oh fucking hell Geoffrey where did that semen 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 pitch-dark chaps just pain me you know, too long too deep ? '' she explained.

'' I 'm afraid I do n't stimulate 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 make to to bloody university and screw the ovalbumin boys. ``

'' Or black unity with lowly shaft ? '' he offered helpfully.

'' I could have your babies instead and get some wed quarter ? '' she suggested.

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

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

'' In a personal manner of 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 pale sausage balloon like shape slowly emerging from a gap in Geoffrey 's shirt as it swelled to its broad size, `` It would be a shame to waste it, '' she said as she reached out and guided it back inside her as Geoffrey rolled over once again .