Taking Lucinda's Lover

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

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It was later one afternoon when Padre called me into his study.

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

"No male parent"I admitted,"I have another year studying at Oxford before I even think of dalliances."

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

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

"well wanking then, sure a fate you will go blind."he added.

"male parent there is no link betwixt ballock and eyeball save for the commonly used formula"ballock"I explained but his brainpower, always supposing he possessed one, was too decrepit to comprehend.

"Well your Mama has arranged for Lucida to stay for the weekend, you do commend Lucinda don't you ?"

he enquired.

How could I draw a blank, Lucinda a vicious tomboy who regularly beat me up when we played as fry. A rotund porcine lummox, who reportedy enjoyed carnality with her female classmates to such overindulgence that even the Cheltenham girs school was forced to expell her.

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

"So you do recall, well your mother sees her as an admirable mates for you."he said jovially.

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

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

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

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

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

Lucinda was on the bed, half naked and to my utter astonishment Pat was attending to Lucinda, not with a hearth skirmish handgrip as |I expected but with her unharmed fist and function of her forearm deep inside Lucinda's distended womb entry.

"May I join in ?"I asked as I bolted the threshold as they should have done.

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

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

"plosive !"Pat cried but it was too recent for her long skirts were up and her rear bared.

"Oh give up your protestation woman, clearly you are just a coarse whore now brace yourself,"I advised as I loosed and dropped my breeches.

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

Her fundament were inviting and to be honest I intended to sodomize her royally as she pleasured Lucinda but a gleam of wet from her slot distracted me, why not use the sweet clean orifice rather than the soiled waste passing of the anus.

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

Her lower brim parted readily enough, moistened and willing I would sustain said, and anyway she was a woman of the street being paid by Lucinda so her every part should have been useable for use.

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

"I must say Lucinda your whore provdes a most acceptable fuck."I thought extolment was capture at this juncture having dodged a few British shilling whore's fees as I thought.

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

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

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

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

"How should I know, I have nothing with which to compare hims save up a broom hold,"she answered.

"trade good lord was I your first ?"I asked.

"Of course !"she replied.

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

"No but a bye your parting would be a sound starting point,"Lucinda opined.

"If chaps had to ask a bye your leave every clip he fancied a laggard the whole of humanity would die out in a rash of virginity,"I opined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What future fourth dimension ?"Miss Pattimore snarled, which I admit annoyed me, as she was wiping Lucinda's succus from her clenched fist while dabbing her lower berth sass with the other hand at one and the Saami time.

"Am I that repulsive ?"I asked.

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

If she had not been sitting on the edge of the bed dabbing herself as she spoke, her sex clearly on view and quite fascinating, her parole may have had their desired effect.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh god its disgusting you two playing at lover when you only met an 60 minutes ago,"Lucinda protested as she rose to exit,"If you want me I'll be in the garden."

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

"He forced me mama !"she exclaimed.

"So why are you smiling and gasping in go ?"an elderly gentleman enquired,"And you boy, you had unspoiled clear her an crack and damn quick if you want to survive the end of today."

"Father of the Church !"Miss Pattimore insisted,"I don't even know him."

"well he certainly knows you in a biblical horse sense !"my forefather interjected misjudging the mood of the set up multitude as per usual and so he alone ended laughing at his feeble joke.

I own I was enjoying our dalliance to some excess, my cock sliding so smoothly in her well lubricated fix, the tip of my cock just nudging the neck of her uterus at each thrust exciting me to the uttermost until my mind exploded and my seed fit forth once more in a soaker to oversupply her parts.

"shit you all,"Miss Pattison exclaimed,"You know I want to be a missional, how can I be one if I'm with small fry ?"

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

My father grinned like the idiot he was.

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

"blockage them !"Lucinda cried.

"Ha,"I snorted,"Let them fight,"and I took young woman Pattison's bridge player and knelt before her,"will you have me ?"

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

"James,"I said,"Pleased to cope with you."

So we were wed, a big observance in the church near where she lived, her Father found us a very nice house near the university and at the response in the parish hall my mother gave me the best nowadays on all.

"James,"she said,"See that ticket upstanding chap in the dark suit with the woman in the ridiculous hat ?"

I looked, he looked familliar, she continued,"He's your real father, he used to be our estate foreman, very clever, very cutter, nothing like the imbecile I married."

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

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

A big weightiness fell from my shoulders, that fear that I should sire pudden-head sons the like of miniature versions of founder destined to fail at every challenge in biography and prove thorough dashing hopes was lifted in a minute, and the last-place obstacle to haunt and joyous intercourse with Camilla was dispelled.

Sadly Lucinda was left pariah. She had lost her hard worker but I fancied it would not be tenacious before she found another girl but a very long clip before she found a man with a desire for a great fat, rotund, porcine clump. That said there is no explanation for the desires of those poor mortal suffering from perversion so perhaps in the fullness of clock time even she may find a match .