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“As long as it is a yes,” he laughed. Lucinda arrived not an hour later, even more self important and domineering 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. There was no reply so I entered. Lucinda was on the bed, half naked her breasts hanging free and her skirts up while to my utter astonishment Pat was kneeling between Lucinda's thighs with her whole fist and part of her forearm deep inside Lucinda’s distended womb entry. "My god, you're," I stammered. "Lovers. yes," Lucinda agreed, "Don't look so surprised."“I am just slightly shocked that you didn't bolt the door," I declared, and I added "May I join in?” 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 revealing her stocking tops and soft pale pink buttocks with no pantaloons or anything to hide her delights, a tight brown bud and a glistening slot. “Stop!” Pat cried but it was too late as I loosened and dropped my breeches and grasped her firmly around the waist. “Oh stop your protests girl, clearly you are just a common whore now brace yourself,” I advised as I guided my member towards that tight round bud. 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 bud was so inviting and as she pleasured Lucinda I pressed my member firmly against it, but it would not yield. Three times she resisted me but then her gleaming of moist slot distracted me, why not use the sweet soft yielding womb orifice rather than struggle to force an entry to her tight brown anal passage. So the die was cast and I changed tack and slid easily into her soft pink tunnel until she was royally skewered on my member. She protested my initial insertion with a yelp but in all honesty I believed it just a token protest and not a serious objection. Her parts welcomed me, moist and willing I would have said, and anyway I reasoned that as she was a whore being paid by Lucinda so her every part should have been available for use. My balls slapped against her as I pistoned my well extended member deep inside her then pulled back to plunge deep inside her again and again pleasuring her immensely as far as I could tell. I worked my hands to her breasts and cupped them and tweaked her teats 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 Big Tits say Lucinda your whore provdes a most acceptable fuck.” I thought praise was appropriate at this juncture having dodged a few shillings whore’s fees as I thought. softcore “I’m not a whore,” Pat bridled. “No James, she is my friend, in fact I am her chaperone!” Lucinda laughed excitedly, “So what do you think of my 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 him save a broom handle,” she answered. “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 leave would be a sound starting point,” Lucinda opined. “If chaps had to ask a bye your leave every time he fancied a poke 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 course there is you idiot I just fucked you!” I snapped. “I say,” a gruff voice enquired, “Who fetish has been fucking whom?” “Tis I father, fucking Lucinda’s whore.” I announced. “You bloody fool she is not a teen whore but Arbuthnot Pattimore’s daughter, heir to his fortune,” he declared. I lasted ages, Clara and Dad both climaxed pretty softcore loudly and Mom came a few times before I too groaned and pushed up to teen cum inside Mom. She seemed a bit ‘prim and proper’ and was wearing a trouser suit. I've never fucked anyone other than my husband and my Son." “Brie,” the voice called again. "Hello Master. Nicole unsnaps her sports bra and drops if to the ground as she looks back at me. “Besides, once you get Big Tits a taste of this cock, you’ll never want anything else.” Then without a sound, her fetish hand reached behind her and started to unzip her dress. I nodded, “Yes, but you still had on your teddy.” “Only you, Master!” “I missed you.” she said casually, trying to play what happened off as if it were nothing.