She was forced to suspend her tonguing of Diana's cunt and roll out from between her legs which made the poor girl wail, 'Oh no, I haven't come yet! Henry, will you please finish me off?' 'I'll do my level best,' said Henry, taking his glistening semi-hard shaft in his hand and rubbing it furiously until it swelled back up to its fullest height. Diana clambered up and with a gleam in her blue eyes, grasped hold of Henry's circumcised cock, 'You really must be a little tired after fucking Cecily. Lie back on this pillow and shut your eyes whilst I sit on your nice wet cock which you'll feel become embedded in my tight little wet cunney.' He was only too pleased to fall in with such a plan and, as he stretched himself out, Diana straddled Henry's heaving frame with a quick jump and sat herself down on his thick flagpole which slid effortlessly into her sopping love box. She pivoted gracefully, swivelling on his tingling tool and bouncing up and down as he moulded her superbly firm breasts with his hands, arching his back to catch her rhythm and they moved in time, their interlocking respective cock and cunney totally oblivious to everything except their joyous mutual thrusting. By now, Nancy was more than ready to be fucked and she lifted her lips away from my cock and gently moved her fingers away from Alison's cunt. She lay back, opened her legs and lifted her bottom as I carefully pushed my gleaming knob between her yielding cunney lips. She writhed and twisted in ecstasy in answer to my urgent pumping, her legs curled around my waist. We were both so fired up that very soon she screamed, 'I'm going to spend! I'm going to spend! Give it to me, Rupert! Come deep into me! Do it! Do it!' I pushed forward again a few more times, but on the last delicious stroke I held my throbbing tool inside her honeypot for some fifteen seconds before pulling out my shaft completely and then with one almighty shove, I thrust in one final time and spunked great gushes of sticky jism into her welcoming love channel. Meanwhile, a loud cry from Diana proclaimed the news that Henry's thick boner had ejaculated a copious emission of manly essence inside her pussey which left poor Polly and Alison totally cockless for neither Henry nor myself were in any state to continue this sport and both of us needed time to rejuvenate our overworked pricks and balls. But I had not credited Polly Aysgarth with the resourcefulness which she now showed, for she rummaged underneath her dress which was lying nearby and with a flourish produced a leather box which she must have brought in my bedroom with her. 'Would you be so kind as to move up and let me snuggle up to Alison?' she enquired. Naturally, Nancy and I complied with this reasonable request. Polly thanked us and slipped in besides Alison, who murmured, 'Have you brought Herr Schnickelbaum's marvellous comforter?' 'Of course I have, you silly goose, I knew it would come in useful tonight,' said Polly, climbing on top of the trembling young girl so that their two naked bodies rubbed together cheek by jowl, or more accurately in this case, nipple to nipple and pussey to pussey. Alison threw back her head and Polly began to fondle her waiting high pointed breasts, swirling the hardened nipples in her mouth, making her shiver with lustful anticipation whilst Polly now moved her hands across the girl's white, flat belly and down into the corn-coloured silky moss of hair which lightly covered the pink, pouting pussey lips, around which Polly drew tiny, hard triangles until Alison was squirming with pleasure and then dipped her finger delicately inside Alison's yielding cunney lips. 'Oh, Polly!
That's simply wonderful!' she whispered, as Polly now kissed her titties and tummy and then moved down to lap at her sopping crack.
Then suddenly Polly lifted her head and asked me to pass the small leather box to her. I did so and we all looked on with added interest as Polly opened it up and with a flourish brought out a superbly formed rubber dildo of the two headed variety-moulded by Herr Schnickelbaum of Vienna, as Polly informed us afterwards, upon the elephantine organs of Baron Lothar von Obergurgel and Count Gewirtz of Galicia. Then she also took out of the box a bottle of orange flavoured oil and liberally poured the contents over both heads of the dildo, letting the last drains run down on to Alison's pussey which she now started to kiss again but this time, pressing the dildo to the entrance of her cunt, working it in slowly until Alison gasped out that her cunney was now crammed with this imitation prick. Polly pulled herself up until she was sitting astride Alison's thighs, fingering herself with one hand whilst with the other she continued to fuck the younger girl's sopping pussey with the rubber cock. When her own cunt was juiced up, she carefully slid the other exposed head of the dildo into her honeypot and reached forward to pull Alison closer to her so that the two tribades were pressed together, tittie to tittie, cunt to cunt. Alison wrapped her legs as tightly as she could round Polly's back, who did the same and the two girls rocked back and forth, achieving a rhythm which was sending pulses of pleasure to every nerve centre in their bodies, and as their excitement grew, their motions became more and more frenzied. 'Aaaah! Aaaah!
Polly, what a wonderful fuck! Aaaah! Aaah! Don't stop, don't stop!' screamed Alison. Polly gasped, 'I won't, I won't! How scrumptious! Do it more, that's the way!' as they fucked themselves beautifully on their magical dildo which prodded through their love channels, nipping its way through the velvety grooves of their cunts as they arched their bodies in ecstasy. 'I don't think either of them are missing our stiff cocks at all,' Henry commented, as the two girls began to shudder and their heads thrashed about as they spent together, swimming in a sea of love juice and almost swooning clean away with the ecstatic enjoyment afforded by their efforts. Polly and Alison lay there for some moments, heaving and panting with their cunnies still pressed together by the dildo, of which only a fraction of an inch was visible. Nancy used her long tapering fingers to manipulate it out of them, first from Alison's squelchy love channel and then from Polly's well-oiled pussey. Watching this sensual display had excited me so much that my prick had forgotten how tired it had been and was now as hard and stiff as it had been when I had woken up back in Bedford Square at seven o'clock that morning. 'It's time to pay homage to your lovely cunt, Nancy,' I said forcefully, giving my shaft a few quick rubs to bring it up to its fullest dimensions. 'Come on then, you big cocked boy, show me what you can do!' enthused the American girl who opened her thighs as I rolled across on top of her. My hands moved over her aroused body with practised ease. I squeezed her large, firm breasts and rubbed the big, dark nipples against my palms which made them rise up into little red stalks. I kissed her forehead and worked downwards via her cheeks, lips, breasts and tummy to her open, wet cunney which smelted really nice, with a spicy tang that had my mouth watering. I slurped around Nancy's cunt and prised open her pussey lips with my fingers, sinking them slowly into her sopping slit which was already dribbling with love juice. She squeezed her breasts as I gently heaved myself upwards and when I was on top of her she wrapped her arms and legs around me as I guided my cock into her glistening little nookie and at once we fell into a completely abandoned bout of wild, uninhibited fucking.
Nancy managed to contract her cunney muscles so that her honeypot took hold of my prick like a delicate, soft hand as I pumped my raging shaft in and out of her sodden pussey. She urged me to thrust deeper as she raised her legs to rest them on my shoulders and her juices dripped against my balls as they banged against her arse. Cupped now in my palms, her tight bum cheeks rotated almost savagely as my lusty cock drove home, and her kisses rained upon my neck as the friction in her love channel reached new heights and the sensual girl reached climax after climax as my throbbing tool slewed back and forth.
'Go on, Rupert, spunk into me,' she gasped, and I plunged down as hard as I could, crushing her luscious breasts beneath me as her cunt squeezed my cock even more tightly and this voluptuous pressure was too great for me to bear. I sensed the creamy jism rising from my balls and seconds later, with a tremendous woosh, it surged out of me, spurting from my knob inside her in a huge spend which seemed to last and last as I ejaculated what seemed like gallons of sticky spunk into Nancy's juicy, dark warmth, whilst she gripped my bottom and pushed me ever deeper inside her as we shouted with joy in our mutual orgasm.
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She squeezed my balls as I withdrew and the last drains of my emission trickled down her thigh as we lay back exhausted though we had enough energy to raise a smile when our audience spontaneously broke into a round of applause. That was a very well-executed fuck, if I might be so bold as to say so,' commented Polly, and Diana agreed, saying, There's a lot to be said for the good old-fashioned missionary position.' 'Very true,' said Cecily thoughtfully.
'Although I am very fond of the Eastern position much favoured by Sir Clive Bull where the man sits down with his feet crossed and you sit on his cock with your feet round his back. You only have to rock backwards and forwards for your ditty to be wonderfully stimulated.'
Diana nodded her head and said, 'I'm also keen on that position, especially with such a thick prick as Sir Clive's in my cunt, but have you tried the Lotus variation which I think is even better? One of my lecturers at the Sorbonne taught this to me-the boy lies supine whilst you sit on top of him with your back turned to his face whilst you fold your legs into the classic Oriental position with each foot placed on the opposite thigh. His cock enters you from the rear which I always enjoy and uses his arms to steady you. I just dose my eyes and lose myself in self absorbed contemplation as I bounce up and down on his throbbing cock.' 'I've never tried fucking that way,' said Alison shyly, 'but then I do like to thresh around and grab hold of my boy friend's cock and play with his balls whilst we are fucking, just like you did, Miss Diana, with Mr. Henry's prick.' 'Well, I must say that I do prefer looking at my partner,' declared Henry, as Diana gave his prick a few loving rubs and it rose majestically to attention from the curly black mass of hair at the base of his belly, 'otherwise the whole act becomes too impersonal for my liking, and as far as I'm concerned, the cleft position for fucking takes a lot of beating as it allows you to look at each other although there is a degree of detachment for either party if they want it. 'It's not difficult to get into either-this is how I love to do it. I kneel, leaning backwards from the waist with my left hand behind me on the bed for support. The girl sits astride in basically the same position with her arms extended behind her. We're able to look at one another but from some way away as we both now lean backwards. However, as she's sitting on my thighs above me with only my hand on her backside, it's up to her to control the pace of the fuck.' This little lecture seemed to spur Diana who bent down in front of Henry as she frigged his sinewy shaft and then opened her lips and took his hairy ballsack into her mouth, sucking slowly first one ball and then the other. The sight of this erotic play stirred my own prick which swelled up to attention as I jumped off the bed, positioned myself behind Duma's delicious bum cheeks, and pulled aside the soft globes to edge my knob towards her pouting cunt. She reached behind for my cock and guided my tool towards its chosen port of call and with one vigorous shove I buried my shaft in to the hilt and my balls flopped against her heaving bum cheeks. This scene so excited Cecily that she slid herself between my legs and began to copy what Diana was doing to Henry, licking and lapping my balls and gobbling them each in turn inside her wet mouth and coating them with her saliva from her wet tongue. I thrust my cock back and forth as I flicked my fingers around Diana's hard, red nipples in an ecstasy of enjoyment and the other girls now joined this stimulating fucking chain by joining Nancy on the bed. Whilst Diana continued to frig his cock and suck his balls, Henry took the dildo in his hand and leaning forward, slid it into Polly's waiting honeypot whilst the lewd girl, who was lying between Nancy and Alison, used her hands to finger fuck each of the other girls' pussies whilst they sucked her titties. Henry and I changed positions to ensure that every girl was afforded the pleasure of having a thick throbbing length of prick in their cunney and we manfully managed to give each of them satisfaction before we all collapsed into a sweaty, naked heap of bodies on my bed. However, at around two o'clock in the morning I woke up with a start. It suddenly occurred to me that what now seemed ages ago before our lustful orgy, Cecily and I had left my parents, Aunt Penelope and the Wigmores to their bridge and had not returned even to say good-night! I gnawed on my bottom lip as I wondered whether the others had also rushed up to my room without going back to see the older members of the household. Polly stirred and asked what was the matter, but when I told her she whispered, 'Don't worry, Rupert, your Aunt Penelope is a real sport. She guessed what was going to happen tonight and before Alison and I came up here, your Aunt told me that she would make apologies on your behalf and tell your parents that the young guests were all rather tired and had gone upstairs for an early night. She knew the others wouldn't mind as they were all keen bridge players which let her off the hook and she was also able to slip away upstairs for a nice fuck.' Three cheers for Aunt Penelope! But what are you talking about her slipping away for a nice fuck?' 'Oh dear, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, Mister Rupert, but I thought you knew about your Aunt and Mr.
Goldhill,' she said apologetically. 'Goldhill?' I echoed blankly.
'Are you telling me that our butler has been fucking my Aunt?'
'Well, yes, I'm surprised you never knew. I've a shrewd suspicion that your mother has guessed what's been going on over the last couple of years.' She yawned and snuggled back down against the small of Henry's back. 'Come on, let's get back to sleep,' she muttered, but my curiosity was aroused. I slipped out of bed, put on a dressing gown and tip-toed upstairs to the servants' quarters. Was old Goldhill really slewing his gnarled old truncheon in and out of my Aunt's juicy pussey? I scoffed at the thought, but seeing is believing. When silently I opened his bedroom door, with my own eyes I saw our faithful old retainer and Aunt Penelope together in each other's arms, with her hand clasped round his cock even though they were both fast asleep. I closed the door as silently as I had opened it and made my way back to my own room. At first I was irritated by the fact that our servant had fucked an honorary member of the Mountjoy family but I soon came to realise that this was an unworthy thought. After all.
Aunt Penelope must have wanted the liaison, so in fact our butler had only been doing his duty! Why, it would serve Uncle Stephen right for leaving her alone so often – I remember my mother saying once that she was certain that he could cut down his trips to our capital city if he so wished. 'I can't think why he wants to go to London so often,' she had said to my father, 'and why doesn't he ever take Penelope with him? For instance, he only went to a meeting at his club last week.'
As my more radical female friends are wont to say these days, what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, which would explain why even if she had guessed what was going on, my mother had decided that it served Stephen right if his wife was forced to look elsewhere for her intimate needs. With that in mind, I settled down to go back to sleep. But Polly had other ideas and she grabbed hold of my prick as soon as I returned to bed. 'Now you've woken me up, I can't get back to sleep,' she complained, stroking my shaft so sensuously that it immediately swelled and bounded in her hand.
'Polly, you've got to be up at six o'clock as usual,' I warned her but she pouted her lips and continued to frig my cock and begged me to thread her juicy cunney. 'It's my day off tomorrow so I'd love a quick little fuck,' she pleaded as she kissed my uncapped knob, 'then I'll be able to fall asleep.' Well, how caddish it would be to refuse a request from a damsel in distress? I followed her as she slipped out of bed and lay on the carpet, leaning back and raising her knees, spreading them invitingly as I moved across her and planted her legs on top of my shoulders. 'We must be quiet and not disturb the others,' I said softly as I rubbed the tip of my cock against her soaking crack and slowly sank my shaft inside her wet cunt. I pulled out and re-entered, and her slick love channel clasped my cock lovingly with each long, slow stroke. Although this was as enjoyable as ever, the hour was too late for a prolonged bout and as soon as my balls began rhythmically to slap against her backside, I let myself go and unleashed a flood of hot spunk inside her luscious love nest which caused her to shiver all over and spend profusely. Polly was as good
as her word for almost as soon as we had climbed back into bed, she snuggled down again and was asleep within minutes. But I lay awake for a while musing on the morrow. This coming day we were all travelling to York for the evening reception for His Gracious Majesty King Edward VII. I was looking forward to meeting the Merry Monarch who was, from all accounts, a man after my own heart, who enjoyed life to the full. I would go to York with a sore cock after this wild night's fucking, which was not yet over, for the girls would doubtless demand that Henry and I perform again when they woke up. But I would also have a light heart as the main mission-to help Diana Wigmore's career progress-had been accomplished and brewing in the back of my mind was a happy intuition that in the next few days I would be taking part in some further lusty bedroom adventures. Was I to be proved right? I will tell all, dear reader, in frank, uncensored detail, in the next volume of my memoirs. to be continued…
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