Taking Lucinda’s Lover

Set in a Country Mansion in the 19th Century.

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

“James me boy,” he said ominously, “Have you any thoughts about marrying yet?”

“No father” I admitted, “I have another year studying at Oxford before I even think of dalliances.”

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

“I’ve never been buggered in my life nor shall be,” I exclaimed. Sometimes I wondered how I could possibly be related to my father so peculiar were his views.

“Well wanking then, sure a fate you will go blind.” he added.

“Father there is no link betwixt testicles and eyeballs save for the commonly used expression “Balls” I explained but his brain, always supposing he possessed one, was too feeble to comprehend.

“Well your Mama has arranged for Lucida to stay for the weekend, you do remember Lucinda don’t you?”

he enquired.

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

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

“So you do remember, well your mother sees her as an admirable match 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, “Miss Pattimore, I call her Pat,” Lucinda laughed, “Come let us explore the bed room.” and she whisked Pat away.

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

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

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

“May I join in?” I asked as I bolted the door as they should have done.

“Out!” Lucinda cried, though she was somewhat hampered in her options by Pat’s hand deep inside her.

“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure,” I observed and I lifted the kneeling Pat’s skirt.

“Stop!” Pat cried but it was too late for her long skirts were up and her buttocks bared.

“Oh stop your protests woman, clearly you are just a common whore now brace yourself,” I advised as I loosed and dropped my breeches.

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

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

So the die was cast and within half a minute Pat was royally skewered on my cock.