Right up the Limp Po-Po part VI

Our story of the British Ascendancy in Africa continues. If you’ve missed any parts you can catch up here:

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five

The Club had just watched the arrival of the new District Nurse Grace Fuller-Carp…….


Lucy briefly watched the new arrival, then picking up the Major’s Laphroaig single malt scotch whisky headed back to the bathroom. Somehow the notion of a fall from Grace seemed to take on a new meaning. She licked her lips in anticipation. Leaving the bar she remained lost in thought. Then as she passed the women’s changing rooms she paused. For a moment she thought her ears were playing tricks , but then there it was….unmistakeable…………….. ‘Oh Mistress!’ followed by a long primeval moan. Only one kind of activity could elicit that response she mused. Lucy smiled inwardly and continued on her way towards the sounds of the Major singing in the bath……

Meanwhile back in the changing room Totty was having a life changing experience. Her head buried between Chlamydia’s thighs, her tongue rolled, twisted and snaked in an attempt to pleasure the young tennis coach. Chlamydia was sat on the bench nonchalantly reclining backwards, propped up by her elbows starring up at the ceiling languidly smoking a Black Russian cigarette. She watched as the plume of smoke spiralled up towards the fan and slowly shut her eyes to bask in the pleasure she was receiving far below. Briefly she looked down to watch Totty’s head bobbing up and down industriously between her lithe bronzed thighs. Justice was always so sweet. The stuck-up cow was going to pay dearly for slighting her. She could feel trails of nectar sinuously running down the inside of her thighs.

‘Mmmmmmmmmmm’ Chlamydia exclaimed appreciatively, ‘You’re a keeper, you are going to be my number one bitch from now on.’

‘Yes Mistress! Thank you Mistress,’ replied Totty her voice strangely muffled. Down below her pendulous breasts swung rhythmically as she avidly lapped, focussed on pleasuring her mistress.

So lost were they that the hinge-bound groan of the side door was almost lost as it intruded incongruously into their warm muffled pleasure-making. Chlamydia slowly turned then equally slowly opened one eye.

Suddenly! Both eyes opened wide refusing to blink. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Standing in the doorway was Lucy the waitress from the bar. If it wasn’t enough that she should intrude into the female member’s changing room, she was stark-staring-naked, one hand resting on her hip the other on the door frame. A slow supercilious almost insolent smile frozen on her face. Fleetingly, Grace’s eyes were drawn like a magnet to Grace’s youthful, gravity-defying breasts encased in flawless ebony skin made all the more erotic by a silken sheen of perspiration. The left one carried a small tribal mark. They were awesome, well beyond awesome, they swayed mesmerically as Lucy stepped further into the room.

‘Why hello girls,’ she purred. ‘Fancy starting without me!’

Dropping her gaze to traverse Lucy’s flat stomach Chlamydia’s gaze came to an abrupt halt. Words seemed to catch in her throat.

There strapped between Lucy’s thighs was a huge facsimile of the male appendage. It swayed menacingly as she drew closer.

Chlamydia’s jaw dropped, tried to engage but no sound emerged. She had no idea they did such things at St. Andrews. For God’s sake it was a Scots university! Absent-mindedly she stubbed her Black Russian out on Totty’s head.

Alerted by the unexpected pain and the smell of burning hair Totty screamed. ‘OH FUCK!’ Retrieving her head she looked up at Chlamydia and then followed her gaze.

‘Oh My God’ she groaned……..It was hardly uncanny prescience, but she had the most vivid picture of what was coming……

‘Well darlings,’ Lucy whispered, ‘who is going to be first?’