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Universal Constance

... his head was up my dress, his nose nosying between my buttocks, and his tongue teasing between my thighs. His hands eased beneath my suspenders and slalomed up and down, crossing milky thighs and hips. The taut white elastic caressed the backs of his hands and he moaned, enjoying the inordinate sensuality such practical haberdashery invariably imparts to both men and women alike. Meanwhile, hot breath bathed my nether parts and fingers homed in on my natural entrance. As his tongue again probed the unnatural, I pushed back onto him, spread my buttocks and felt him cross my perineum's slippery bridge and lick me there. Enter me there. I shuddered. With his nose pressed to my anus and his tongue poking into my cunt, he paused, groaning and breathing deeply. The moment extruded, stretched to breaking point. A clock ticked and tocked. Beyond the window, a lone blackbird sang. I glanced down between my feet, to where I knew he was stroking himself. Gnarled knuckles blurred, quickly ironing the wrinkles from his trusty old cock. It had never let us down before and thus it was today, predictably rising to the occasion. The head gleamed. Precum welled. Skilled fingertips strummed my labia then opened me and skated figures of eight in my juices. With his tongue again sliding in and out of my anus, he quickly took me to the edge of ecstasy and held me there with sublime minute motions of his dancing digits. He knew exactly when to stop, repeatedly leaving me hanging, panting, ...

... quivering, gasping. Eventually, he stood, turned my head around and kissed me on the mouth. 'I love you, Lydia.' He'd called me Lydia before. Lots of times. A little over seven years had whirled by since the plane crash had taken my parents. I had been Edmund's lover from the day I was legal and still only eighteen at the time of the accident, and he - rightly or wrongly - felt responsible for me. He both funded and oversaw my education, ensured I had no unnecessary hurdles to jump, and was waiting at the other side to give me my first research assistant role. For my part, I worked as my father had worked, always determinedly and often demoniacally. I didn't mind the Lydia slips and never corrected him. I had always known he loved her, understood perfectly well how he missed her and still yearned for her. In a very real way I was flattered. My mother was more witty, more elegant, more charming, and more beautiful than I would ever be. His cock brushed my inner thighs then pressed its length against my oozing wetness. I whispered. 'Fuck me, Edmund. Fuck me like you love me .' One by one, he drew the pins from my hair till it cascaded down my back. I rocked my arse gently to-and-fro and rode his horizontal shaft, savouring the intense frustration as it slid across my parted lips. His hands tightly grasped my tits, the usual signal that he was ready. 'Feed him in, Lydia. Take him inside you.' He employed his favourite amorous entreaty. 'Then fuck me like there's no tomorrow.' I reached ...