1. Eighteen Hours of Rain


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: flytoomuch, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    her clit and made her cum. Looking at Langham and considering his life even the most fanciful espionage author probably had never imagined Jean William de Langham the Third. Who else had brought their own manservant to college to take care of his wardrobe? Yes Jean de Langham lived nicely off family money from the estates and holdings his ancestors had amassed. War, speculation, usury, various historical phases of family endeavours had resulted in a big pile of holdings that spun off a nice annual stipend. So far Jean had led a colourful and rather serendipitous life replete with adventures and few responsibilities. Unless one considered fox hunting a “responsibility” Jean’s life was very much carefree. In college the curious minded intellectual had joined the communist party. Well actually the bon vivant had joined the party to fuck Lord Readding’s daughter Catherine. Yes the blonde daughter of a lord with a rather willowy figure had been the true motivation for his political “enlightenment”. But then the bug had taken. The motley crowd of wannabe intellectuals was just Jean’s cup of tea. Jean had fallen in with a beret-wearing crowd smoking foreign cigarettes and reading “progressive” literature. W.H. Auden poems were a favourite. The collection of phonies from the finest colleges in Britain were all reading books like “The Plains of Cement,” and Sylvia Townsend Warner’s “Summer Will Show,” and “After the Death of Don Juan.” They would get together to smoke cigarettes, ...
    drink cheap wine and discuss the dominant characteristics of Dostoevsky’s politics. The “discussions” easily became arguments. Being young men blows could be exchanged. Jean liked this crowd. They were alive. They were curious. In particular Langham appreciated the fact that communist party women tended to be rather good-looking. Oh and very good in bed. In order to be “liberated” the communist girls all wanted to spread their legs and have orgasms. Orgasms seemed to imply female liberation. In 1941 Jean launched a student communist newspaper at college. The handsome raconteur found he could snare even more succulent pussy as the “editor in chief” of his own left wing rag. He was the one who would approve their poetic penmanship. The pretty aspiring red-journalists would all fuck him just to tell their friends they had. Having acquired more than a passing knowledge of the Russian language at Cambridge Jean translated some Russian literature, poetry and autobiographies of leading Russian communist intellectuals on the side. However the Second World War was now devouring the world. His stint at Cambridge was no longer idyllic. Langham felt useless studying Latin poets and translating Russian novels when his compatriots were dying. In June of 1941 Nazi Germany invaded the Soviet Union. Russia was now Britain’s ally. It seemed copasetic at the time to be red and British. Of course history would alter course, but let’s give Jean the benefit of the doubt. He lived in a different time. ...
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