Use Lady Catherine's legacy on Clarissa

Oh, Edmund, you're awake," Clarissa said. "You must take me again. You have got me hot for it." Clarissa's warm, soft bum moved against Lucy's middle as Clarissa frigged herself. Little wet sounds came from her fingertips. To Clarissa's scents of perfume and liquor were added a rich odor of cunt.

Lucy felt her loins moisten. Her clenched jaw loosened, then tightened. Clarissa wants to be taken. Lucy reached down off the head of the cot to open Lady Catherine's ebony box. She reached within and grasped the shaft of the ivory dildo, lifting it up and out, already mounted in the pocket-and-hole designed for it in the suede harness. Lucy knelt up awkwardly against the wall and strapped herself into the harness, pulling the buckles firm and adjusting the base of the dildo over the bush of her Mons Veneris. Lucy stroked the shaft, ensuring it was securely held.

"Edmund, Edmund," Clarissa whined.

"Up," Lucy growled, disguising her voice. She pulled at the back of Clarissa's hips, guiding her into position. Clarissa knelt and bent forward, supporting herself on folded arms.

"Take me," Clarissa pleaded.

Lucy knelt behind Clarissa. Lucy warmed the knob of the dildo in one hand while reaching out to Clarissa's hungry fanny with her other. With Clarissa's buttocks presented, her scent rose straight up into Lucy's nostrils. Lucy parted Clarissa's labia and stroked them wide, then dabbled her fingertips in Clarissa's wet opening and stroked her thumb roughly over Clarissa's swollen pearl. Clarissa flinched, then sighed with pleasure as Lucy kept stroking her.

"Yes, yes, but don't tease me, take me!" Clarissa said.

Lucy's heart thudded. Her face felt hot. Her hands trembled with anger and arousal in equal measure. Lucy steadied Lady Catherine's well-used, antique ivory dildo, and plunged it forward into Edmund's wife.

Clarissa's voice rose in a loud sigh of pleasure. She pressed back at Lucy, setting a fast rhythm. Lucy responded, fucking back at Clarissa with deep, angry strokes until Clarissa's buttocks were smacking back into Lucy's belly. Clarissa whimpered with every thrust.

Hot from her frigging, Clarissa soon reached her peak, her whimpers rising into a continuous squeal of climactic release. After she was carnally satisfied, Clarissa collapsed forward, sliding off the dildo she had imagined as the natural organ of her husband Edmund, and fell into a heap on the cot.

Clarissa's pussy queefed, expelling air Lucy had fucked into her.

"Divine," Clarissa murmured sleepily.

Lucy, still as angry as she was aroused, looked down at the drowsing Clarissa.