The Oyster Volume VI

CHAPTER THREE. Country Matters

Katie Judson had sent back a telegram to me, stating that she would meet Teddy and myself at Woodstock Station. Sally woke the pair of us up in good time to catch the mid-morning train from Marylebone Station. Mrs. Pelgram served an excellent breakfast and, his appetite now fully restored, Teddy joined me in wolfing down a large plate of bacon, eggs and saute potatoes and lashings of hot buttered toast, all washed down with cups of hot, strong tea.

Since New Year's Day when I had sworn to give up the noxious weed, I found the smell of tobacco offensive and, being only a light smoker, Teddy had no objection to travelling in a no-smoking compartment. It looked as though we might have it to ourselves until just before our departure when a young, well-dressed couple came in. From the way they squeezed themselves tightly together and burbled sweet nothings in each other's ears, I speculated that they might be honeymooners, a conjecture which was soon proved valid in an astonishing manner.

More of this anon; meanwhile, as the train chugged out of Marylebone, I settled down and leafed through a copy of the Daily News whilst Teddy immersed himself in Mr. Jason Kelvin's latest mystery thriller 21b Lyttelton Road which he had purchased at the station bookstall. We gathered speed as we passed through the suburban stations. I was thoroughly enjoying the trip and actually finished reading the newspaper which for some odd reason I never find time to do at home.

Then I rose to my feet. Teddy put down his book, followed me out into the corridor and said: 'Andrew, would you like to join me for tea and biscuits in the restaurant?'

'No thanks, old boy, I only got up to wash my hands,' I answered. Then, before my chum could say anything more, an elderly gentleman wearing a clerical collar walking towards us stopped, peered at Teddy and cried out: 'Bless my soul, unless I'm much mistaken it's young Teddy Carmichael. My dear chap, what a happy coincidence to meet you on the Oxford train.'

Teddy gave him a glassy smile and said: indeed it is, sir. I don't think we've seen each other since you retired down to Winchelsea. How are you and Mrs. Ball keeping?'

'Capital, thank you, dear boy,' he beamed. 'Do come and say hallo to her yourself, she'll be delighted to see you. She's in the next carriage having a cup of tea in the restaurant.'

Teddy looked at me in despair as he attempted to find a way out. 'Padre, I don't think you know my chum, Andrew Scott. Andrew, this gentleman is Canon Gabriel Ball who for many years was the vicar of St Peter's in Wisborough.'

'And who happened to be the temporary choirmaster when Teddy sang in the Church choir,' said the Man of the Cloth with a surprisingly roguish twinkle in his eyes.

Canon Ball: how appropriate a name, I thought to myself as I shook hands with the Man of God. 'How do you do, sir? How interesting to know that Teddy sang in the Church choir. He has never mentioned this to me. Has he been hiding his light under a bushel?'

'Well, he was one of our finest boy sopranos but, alas, his career did come to, ah, a rather dramatic end,' chuckled the cleric as he elbowed Teddy gently in the ribs. 'However, I think it best that Teddy himself gives you chapter and verse about the events which led to his expulsion. Now, Mr. Scott, I am going to haul this young rascal off to take tea with my wife and you are, of course, very welcome to join us.'

'Thank you, sir, but if you will excuse me, I have some important papers to read before we arrive in Woodstock,' I said, grinning to myself as I turned my head to watch Canon Ball lead my resigned chum to the restaurant car whilst I walked along the corridor to wash the newsprint from my hands.

I must note how impressed I was by the gleaming white pristine towels, the roll of son crepe toilet paper and the high standard of cleanliness in the washroom. I returned in good spirits to the compartment where I saw that the shutter had been pulled down over the glass in the door. I guessed that this had been done by the young couple opposite. This was confirmed when I slid open the door to find the pair already spooning, although they immediately broke off the embrace as I passed to take my seat in the comer by the window. Not wishing to embarrass them, I said nothing but gave them a friendly smile to show that I was in no way offended by their kissing and cuddling.

The regular rhythm of the wheels clattering along the rails soon made me drowsy so I put down the newspaper and closed my eyes. However, to the later discomfiture of the lovers opposite, I was merely dozing and not, as they fondly imagined, deep in the arms of Morpheus. I distinctly heard the young chap whisper: 'Look at him, Ellen, he's fast asleep. I'll lock the door, though: the other fellow's probably gone off for a cigarette and a coffee so there's no need to wait any longer'

'Are you sure he's asleep, Cyril?' enquired the girl softly and Cyril happily assured his beloved that I had indeed nodded off.

Looking back on what followed, I dare say that at this preliminary stage I could have prevented matters from getting out of hand simply by yawning and letting my eyes flutter open. But I readily confess that I was wondering why they were so happy to see me take forty winks, although, from the flushed excitement on Cyril's face, I hardly needed to be Sherlock Holmes to have a pretty good idea of what was in his mind!

So I continued to feign sleep. But about two minutes later, I opened my eyes just enough to see the honeymooners locked into a passionate clinch with Cyril's hands roaming across Ellen's breasts whilst her fingers were fumbling with the buttons of his flies. Omnia vincit amor, I said to myself, even to the extent of making these lovers disregard the very real danger of landing up in the police court charged with indecent behaviour-not, of course, that I would have ever pressed charges or given evidence against them.

Nevertheless, I was still startled when I saw Ellen's hand dive into Cyril's trousers and pull out his quivering stiff cock. Cyril writhed in delicious agony as she rubbed his twitching tool vigorously before leaning forward and brushing her lips against his uncapped knob.

'Aaaah! Aaaah!' he gasped wildly as Ellen sucked his prick in between her lips. She bobbed her head up and down until Cyril's hips jerked upwards and he spunked into her warm wet mouth. Then she raised her head slightly and giggled as she licked his cock clean before stuffing his now limp shaft back into his trousers.

'Gosh, that was wonderful, darling!' enthused Cyril as he swiftly buttoned himself up. 'Isn't it marvellous to be able to enjoy ourselves without listening out in case your parents come downstairs to see what we are up to in the sitting room?'

'Yes, dear, but as we're now married, couldn't you have waited until we reached the hotel?' smiled Ellen as she wiped her lips with a pretty lace handkerchief. 'Let's face it, if that gentleman opposite had woken up we wouldn't have known where to put our faces.'

'Very true, my darling, and I promise I'll be a good boy till we're safely in our bedroom at the Randolph Hotel,' answered Cyril as he planted a huge wet kiss on her cheek.

Then I actually did fall asleep and was woken up by the sound of a knock on the door. Cyril sprang up to release the bolt and Teddy stumbled in and let out a long sigh of relief as he sat down beside me.

'Didn't you enjoy yourself with the Balls?' I asked and he looked sharply at me as I added: 'Oh very well, Canon and Mrs. Ball, if you prefer. Teddy, you sly dog, you never told me that you were ever in a church choir, let alone expelled from one! Did Canon Ball catch you playing conkers during evensong? Or did the curate find a copy of The Oyster underneath your cassock?'

'Certainly not,' he replied indignantly. Then, lowering his voice, he said: if you really want to know the sordid details, I'll tell you all about what happened when we're alone.'

He picked up his book and I stared out of the window, watching the countryside roll by as the Stratford-Upon-Avon express raced on at great speed though the Chiltern Hills towards Oxford which we reached almost ten minutes ahead of schedule. There the honeymooners alighted and we had the compartment to ourselves whilst the engine driver waited for the signal to proceed on to Woodstock.

'Come on, old boy, now you can spill the beans about your excommunication from St Peter's Church,' I chortled. Teddy frowned and said heavily: 'Andrew, I was not excommunicated from the Church and I resigned from the bloody choir. I wasn't even fourteen years old at the time and was very much the innocent party who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time-or right time, according to how one views the incident which led to my departure.

'It all began after a rumour began around the village that the new curate, a Mr. Longford, had been seen shagging the village postmistress on top of a haystack in one of Farmer Gower's fields. “It's probably just idle gossip, Albert,” I heard one of the male choristers remark after our Thursday night practice, but Albert replied: “Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that, Fred. You know what they say, there's no smoke without fire.”

'I was dying to know whether or not the story was true and I agreed to take part in a lookout rota organized by George Pearce, the oldest choirboy, to spy on the haystack because like the others, I would have given anything to watch the couple having a fuck. Only a few days before, George had brought the copy of the Reverend Jeffrey Burton's A Young Person's Guide to Human Procreation which he had been given by his father for his fourteenth birthday to show us.'

'My Uncle Humphrey gave me a copy of that book when I was at school,' I said reflectively. 'We all called it Fucking For Fun as it didn't have all those stupid warnings about wanking.'

Teddy nodded his head and continued: 'Yes, I sent a copy to my nephew only last week. Anyhow, I didn't have to spend any time in Farmer Gower's field because that very night Canon Ball asked me to finish setting up the seats in the Church Hall which was going to be used for a performance of Mr. Hutchinson's farce Lord Bresslaw and the Missing Postal Order by the village Amateur Dramatic Society. “It should only take you about twenty minutes at most, but I'd be most grateful as they are having a rehearsal there later tonight and it would be useful practice for the actors to pretend there is an audience watching them,” he said. As I had nothing special to do, I agreed to help him.

'However, the Canon was called away on some errand and I was left alone in the hall where the stage had been erected and the spotlights set up. It didn't take long for me to arrange the remaining seats and I was about the leave when suddenly the door opened. Who should walk in but Mr. Longford and Miss Blake, the village postmistress, an attractive full-figured lady of about thirty years of age.

'I ducked behind the back row of seats and saw Miss Blake extinguish all the gas lights except for one which lit up the front of the stage. “Ruth, I can't help worrying that we might be discovered?” asked the curate. But she shook her head and answered: “No, no, Cecil, we'll be quite safe from any prying eyes here and it will be much more comfortable than the haystack.”

'My eyes were out on stalks and my cock stood up as stiff as a little poker as the couple fell into a fierce amatory clinch, tumbling back onto the chaise longue which had been placed at the front of the stage.

The curate's hands roved around the postmistress's curvy body, dexterously unbuttoning and unhooking so that she was able to wriggle out of her clothes. I was quite transfixed as I watched him yank down her knickers. When Miss Blake was stark naked, the Reverend Cecil Longford stood up and feverishly started to tear off his own clothes. I immediately noticed the matted bush of hair at the base of his belly from which rose a massive prick that stood majestically up against his tummy, the tip level with his navel.

'Miss Blake smacked her lips as she snaked her fingers around this gigantic shaft and lustily fisted it up and down in her hand. Surely the curate's enormous cock could never fit inside her cunt, I thought to myself as, to my surprise, she now slid down on her knees to lick his knob, swirling her tongue over the wide uncapped helmet to his obvious delight.

'My own little cock was now bursting for relief. Ripping open my flies, I moved forward towards the stage, pulling my throbbing tool out of my trousers and starting to rub it as Miss Blake scrambled up and laid herself face down on the chaise longue so that her generous bottom was sticking high up in the air.

'This puzzled me somewhat because, at this early stage, I Was totally ignorant about fucking doggie style. But I was soon to be enlightened as, without further ado, Reverend Longford climbed onto the long low chair behind the postmistress. Parting her creamy soft bum cheeks, he thrust his rampant chopper deep into her cunney from behind. I could see his balls jiggling against her beautifully rounded thighs.

'Not only was this sight tremendously exciting to watch but it also made clear to me that any worries about how Miss Blake would be able to accommodate the curate's thick cock were totally unfounded. Of course, her slippery quim naturally stretched itself to welcome his surging shaft and the aroused lady threw back her head to let out yowls of delight as he slicked his rod in and out of her juicy love funnel.

'I was so enraptured by this erotic scene that, still furiously frigging myself, I moved even closer. Then waves of ecstatic pleasure engulfed me as a jet of frothy spunk shout out of my cock and arced through the air to splash on Reverend Longford's heaving bottom. Luckily both he and Miss Blake were oblivious to my presence for they were both jerking and panting away as they gloried in the joys of a mutual spend so I was able to scramble back undetected to my previous hiding place.'

I nodded sagely then enquired: 'But if the couple never saw you, why did this lead to your expulsion-oh, awfully sorry, old boy, resignation — from the choir?'

'Ah, well, whilst nowadays it would be easy to keep what I had seen to myself, at that early age I found it impossible to resist spreading the news among all the other boys in the choir. In time, of course, Canon Ball heard about how I had been telling anyone who would listen how his curate had been fucking Miss Blake in the Church Hall.

'Now, unlike many of his fellow clerics, the Canon was not one to thunder in the pulpit against worldly pleasures. As he said to me sternly, there were many worse sins than fornicating, especially as neither Miss Blake nor Reverend Longford were married. Whilst he could not condone their behaviour, it was reprehensible of me to blacken their characters by telling tales out of school. I felt truly remorseful when the Cannon added: “Think on the text I talked about in my sermon last week, Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.”

'I hung my head in shame and, to cut short the story, I was so ashamed about what I had done that I resigned from the choir the next day. Much to my mother's chagrin, I also refused point-blank to accompany her to church for at least a month afterwards,' he concluded while the train slowed down as we approached our destination.

'What happened to the curate and the postmistress?' I asked and Teddy gave a weak smile. 'Oh, about a year later they married and the last I heard of Reverend Longford was of his appointment as the Dean of St Albans.'

'Well, at least your conscience is clear, for the scandal did nothing to hinder his career,' I remarked as I stood up and pulled down my travelling bag from the overhead shelf. With a great hiss of steam, we glided slowly into Woodstock station.

As promised, Katie Judson was waiting for us on the platform. What a truly delightful girl she was, with her round, heart-shaped face which boasted large, wistful blue eyes, a demure little Grecian nose and a soft, tremulous mouth. Katie was wearing her shiny light brown hair in a prim oval-shaped bun at the back of her head with a tiny fringe of curls at the top of her smooth forehead. She looked quite adorable as she walked towards us with a sparkling smile on her face.

'Hallo, boys! I'm so glad you could both come up to join our party,' she cried as she gave us both a tiny hug and a chaste peck on the cheek. 'It's so good of you to drop everything and rush up here at such short notice. Now, I've brought Hobart with me to look after your cases. There he is, standing by the luggage van. Will you show him which bags belong to you?'

Teddy and I pointed out our valises to the burly footman who wheeled them out on a trolley and loaded them into a small Riley motor car whilst Katie directed us to a gleaming black Austin York Landaulette which was attracting admiring glances from passers-by in the station forecourt A smartly dressed chauffeur jumped out and opened the door for us to enter the car and Katie said: 'Thank you, Gresham. We'll go straight back to the house but don't drive too quickly as Hobart is following you in the Riley with these gentlemen's luggage.'

As Teddy had never visited Woodstock before, Katie explained that the town derived its name from the Anglo-Saxon Wudestoc, 'the woody place', and that there were many rich historical associations. She said: 'Henry II used to come here to visit Fair Rosamund, the sister of Walter, Lord Clifford, and it was at Woodstock that Becket first broke with the King. Richard I came to Woodstock after his experiences in an Austrian prison and John to recover from the effects of signing Magna Charta, whilst Edward the Black Prince was born here and Mary temporarily imprisoned Elizabeth here after the death of their father, Henry VIII.'

Then, as we passed by the Palace of Blenheim which was built by the grateful nation for the Duke of Marlborough, she added lightly: 'The Palace is open to the public and we must take you round it before you leave.'

Gresham drove slowly through the winding country lane to Upper Chagford, then turned into the narrow driveway of Judson Manor which ran for a good half-mile through splendidly kept gardens. These were first laid out by Owen Harrowby, one of the assistants of the famous 'Capability' Brown who designed the gardens at Blenheim Palace.

We skidded to a halt on the loosely laid gravel in front of the impressive front steps of the imposing mansion built some sixty years ago by Sir Michael Bailey, a local merchant banker who had made a fortune in the railway building mania of the 1840s.

The Riley chugged up alongside us while a grave-looking old butler opened the front door and descended the half-dozen steps to welcome us as Gresham jumped out to help Katie out of the car.

'Good afternoon, Miss Katie,' intoned the butler. The sweet girl returned his greeting and went on: 'Fielding, these are the two gentlemen, Mr. Scott and Mr. Carmichael, who will be staying with us over the weekend. Mr. Scott will have the Blue Room and Mr. Carmichael the room opposite.'

The old retainer gave us a slight bow and said: 'Welcome to Judson Manor, gentlemen: let me take you upstairs. Hobart will take your cases up to your room and Janet will lay out your clothes.'

Then he turned back to Katie and said: 'Mrs. Matlock says that luncheon will be at two o'clock as you instructed.'

Katie nodded her approval. 'Very good, Fielding. Now, where are all the others? I suppose the Hansen twins are playing tennis, Miss Susie is still busy catching up on her correspondence while Mr. Pethick is out somewhere with his camera and Mr. Dennison is sitting in the drawing-room nursing a whisky and soda!'

Fielding allowed himself a tiny solemn smile. 'Yes, Miss Katie, the Danish ladies are indeed playing tennis. However, the two gentlemen went out together for a walk about half-past twelve but have yet to return.'

'H'm, knowing those two I would surmise they walked only as far as the Dog and Duck,' she commented as she led us into the house. After we had washed off the dust of our journey, Teddy and I went down into the sitting-room to join Katie in a glass of sherry.

'Ah, here are Andrew and Teddy, Susie, let me introduce them to you,' said our hostess to a most attractive girl who was sitting with her on a brown Chesterfield.

Susie could have been no more than eighteen with long tresses of light gold dusted hair, a cheeky little face with a flawless complexion and luscious red lips that glowed with promise. She was wearing a white close-fitting blouse through which her small but perfectly formed breasts jutted out like two firm apples ripe for the mouth. From the way his jaw dropped as Katie made the introductions, it was crystal clear that Teddy was bowled over by her pretty cousin. I wondered fleetingly whether any pairing-off had already occurred before our arrival. Then two identical slim flaxen-haired girls dressed in tennis shirts and short white skirts came into the room.

'Alexa, Erika, did you enjoy your game?' asked Katie. 'Come in and meet our two new arrivals, Andrew Scott and Teddy Carmichael. Gentlemen, I am sure you cannot wait to meet these ravishing blonde beauties who are my lovely Danish chums, the misses Alexa and Erika Hansen from Copenhagen.'

I rose to my feet, overwhelmed by the vivacious twins who, I was shortly to discover, had been blessed with sunny natures as appealing as their pretty faces with their laughing blue eyes, delicate little noses and rosebud mouths which were simply made to be kissed.

'Good afternoon, ladies,' I stammered. Alexa, whose eyes were perhaps a touch larger and of a slightly lighter blue than those of her sister, answered in an impeccable if slightly accented English: 'Good afternoon, Mr. Scott. Would you and everyone excuse us for fifteen minutes? We just need to wash and change after our game.'

Moments later Ian Pethick and Jack Dennison, the other two male members of the party, arrived back from (as Katie had correctly surmised) the Dog and Duck. Ian was a handsome wiry fellow of about my age with a rather serious disposition, whose main hobby was stamp-collecting although later, at the luncheon table, Katie whispered to me that Ian had the reputation of being a superb cunnilinguist. Anyhow, his family had been friendly with the Judsons for many years. Jack was slightly older, having just celebrated his twentieth birthday, and was more broadly built, with a bronzed complexion and twinkling grey eyes.

Both these gentlemen appeared amiable enough. During the course of conversation I discovered that Jack Dennison had palled up during his time at University with Bentleigh Barnes-Williams, an old school chum of mine who was number three in the winning Cambridge team in the Boat Race four years ago.

'I rowed a little myself at Cambridge and stroked my college team,' remarked Jack. 'But I wasn't in the same class as Tony even though he tried to coach me and the rest of the chaps from the river bank. He would always hammer home to us that long slides coupled with a long swing, leg work, steadiness and a firm grip would secure victory.'

'How very true, Jack,' murmured Katie with a wicked grin. 'And this would be very good advice for other sports besides rowing. I would like to meet this gentleman, he is clearly a man who knows what he is talking about.'

'Ah, but it's actions not words that are important,' Jack murmured as Fielding opened the door and announced that luncheon was ready to be served. I was delighted that Katie took my arm and we led the others into the dining-room where we enjoyed a splendid repast of vichyssoise soup, poached salmon, wild roast duck with chestnuts and orange sauce served with a variety of vegetables and potatoes. This was rounded off with ices and fresh fruits, including some early peaches from the greenhouse, all washed down with an excellent Haut Barsac white wine.

'We really should now take a constitutional after that delicious meal,' remarked Ian Pethick. But the two Danish girls pleaded exhaustion after their strenuous game of tennis, whilst Teddy and I demurred on the somewhat spurious grounds that we were tired after our journey from London. Katie suddenly remembered that she had some household chores to perform.

However, Susie said that she would be pleased to stroll round the gardens with Ian and they left us shortly afterwards. Then Alexa and Erika announced that they planned to go upstairs to rest in their room. Teddy made his way to the library where he planned to sit down and finish the novel he had been reading on the train, although he added that he would probably fall asleep inside ten minutes.

'Oh, poor Andrew! It looks as if you're going to be left all on your own,' exclaimed Katie. I hastened to say that this did not trouble me and that I would take the opportunity of writing a short letter to my parents. 'Then, perhaps, we could take a short walk together,' I added hopefully and was delighted when Katie readily assented to this proposal, saying that she would meet me in the hall at half-past three.

On this note the party broke up. I sauntered into the drawing-room and was about to sink down into a comfortable armchair when I noticed a copy of The Sporting Life lying on a small table. I remembered that I had quite forgotten all about the wager I had made a couple of days before after bumping into Sid Cohen, the Jim Jam Clubs bookmaker. I picked up the paper and scanned the results from Kemptoh Park race meeting. I let out a triumphant burst of laughter and punched the air in glee as I read that I was now twenty-five pounds to the good because What a Cracker had won the Headline Stakes by a short head from Fletcher's Folly, the horse on which Teddy Carmichael had laid five pounds to win with Sid. I was sorry for my pal although he enjoyed a generous enough allowance from his father and would scarcely miss the fiver. Still, I made a mental note to buy him a slap-up dinner at the Jim Jam when we returned to London.

However, as I was about the throw The Sporting Life back onto the table, I saw that the newspaper had been covering three sheets of notepaper which had also been left lying there. Now, I would be the first to agree that only cads read other people's correspondence but in my defence I had at least to scan part of the letter to find out who had written it. And furthermore, in this case I can state in all honesty that, once I had ascertained the identity of the scribe and gathered the gist of his raunchy essay, it really didn't matter a jot whether or not I read the uninhibited epistle through to the bitter end.

I glanced underneath the final paragraph and discovered that the author was none other than Ian Pethick and that he was writing to a close friend named Cuthbert about the jolly time he was having at Judson Manor. In fact, as will later be recorded, this letter was never sent but I reproduce it here as it forms a minor but important part of this story. After enquiring about the health of Cuthbert's family, Ian's letter continued as follows:

I must tell you, old chap, that I am having a spiffing time at Judson Manor. Katie is a marvellous hostess and her entrancing young cousin Susie is an equally delightful companion. Sadly, though, neither Jack (the other fellow who had already arrived for the weekend) nor myself have found them responsive to any suggestions of hanky-panky. This is true of the other girls here, Alexa and Erika from Denmark, two extremely pretty twin sisters with whom Katie chummed up during her year at a finishing school in Switzerland. They are also pleasant enough and speak excellent English, but I don't have too much in common with them as their prime interest seems to be in outdoor sporting activities.

Nevertheless, I had a jolly time yesterday afternoon when I decided to walk down to the village. Upper Chagford is not a particularly exciting place although the Church is well worth a visit, being a quite interesting study in the development of Norman architecture from Early English and Decorated to Perpendicular.

I had taken my pocket camera with me and, after taking some photographs of the Church, I began to amble back to Judson Manor. However, when I reached the outskirts of the village I noticed a small shop all on its own with a selection of cameras in the front window. I stopped and looked again in surprise because it was strange to find a specialist establishment in such a quiet rural setting as distinct from an urban High Street.

Perhaps the place is run purely as a hobby by an enthusiast, I said to myself and, curious to know more, I decided to go in and buy a roll of film for my new Kodak Brownie. There were no sales staff inside the shop and, strangely, there were no goods of any description on the empty shelves nor on the counter behind which the back wall was covered by a huge blown-up photograph of the Eiffel Tower.

Then my interest was aroused further when a girl cam through a red-curtained doorway at the back of the shop and said to me brightly: 'Good afternoon, sir, how can I help you?'

'May I have a roll of film for a Brownie camera, please?' I answered as I tried not to stare at this extremely pretty girl whose glossy tresses of ash-blonde hair fell down to her shoulders. She was dressed in a dark skirt and a white open-necked blouse which exposed enough cleavage to make my prick stir inside my trousers, especially when she leaned down to pick up a magazine which was lying on the floor.

'I'm sorry, sir, we don't sell photographic films,' she said politely. I scratched my head in bewilderment as I repeated blankly: 'You don't sell photographic films. That is very odd, if you don't mind me saying so, for I doubt there is any other camera shop in the entire country that doesn't stock any films.'

'Ah, but you see we don't sell cameras either,' she informed me. 'If that's what you were looking for, then I am sorry to have wasted your time. Really, the door should have been closed as we don't usually open for business until seven o'clock in the evenings unless a regular customer make a prior appointment beforehand.'

Now, of course, I was totally intrigued and I asked: 'Well, if you don't sell cameras here, what on earth do you sell?'

This question clearly amused the girl for a smile played about her lips as she replied: 'Are you just passing through Upper Chagford, Mister, ah-'

'Pethick, Ian Pethick, and no, I'm not just passing through the village. I'm staying at Judson Manor for a few days,' I said. She revealed a set of dazzling white teeth as she laughed out loud and said: 'I'm delighted to make your acquaintance, Mr. Pethick, my name is Kitty Campbell. Now, in answer to your question, this domicile is not really a shop, it is a house of pleasure run by Madame Antoinette Defarge of Paris.'

I was utterly flabbergasted by her answer, for in my wildest dreams I could never have envisaged the existence of a house of pleasure run by a Frenchwoman in the heart of the English countryside. However, when Kitty saw the expression of disbelief on my face, she said: 'We don't advertise ourselves to all and sundry, Mr. Pethick, but only to discerning gentlemen like yourself. You do like girls, I take it? I can't imagine that such a masculine-looking fellow as yourself could be a nancy boy.'

'No, that's true enough, I've been called a few names in my time but never that,' I chuckled. Kitty moved round the counter and took hold of my arm as she enquired: 'Have you any film left in your camera, Ian?'

'Yes, I can take three more photographs,' I nodded. She winked at me and said: 'Well, whilst you're here why don't you take a snap of me? Don't worry, we never charge for the first visit.'

And before I could say yea or nay she pulled down a blind over the front door and locked it before turning back to me and saying: 'Now you just take off your coat and make yourself comfortable whilst I change into something more suitable.'

She disappeared behind the red curtain whilst, as if in a trance, I slipped off my coat and jacket and clicked open the shutter of my Brownie. Within a couple of minutes, Kitty came back clad in only a negligee of such fine silk that it was almost transparent. It was evident that she was wearing nothing underneath the flimsy garment because I could make out the outline of the rounded globes of her bottom as she executed a graceful pirouette in front of me. My cock now tented out my trousers as I observed her large nipples push out provocatively from their translucent covering.

Kitty glanced down at the bulge between my thighs as she smoothed her hands over her breasts and said softly: 'Ian, does your girlfriend have sensitive titties?' Unable to answer, I simply stood stock still as she moved closer towards me and whispered: 'I wonder if they are as sensitive as mine. Wouldn I you like to find out for yourself?'

She giggled while she pulled me over to a chair and pushed me down upon it. Then she unbuttoned the negligee and let it slip from her shoulders as I threw my left arm around her waist. With my right hand I fondled Kitty's jutting bare breasts which were topped by nut-brown nipples which I tweaked between my fingers.

'Suck my titties, Ian,' she moaned and I eagerly complied, nibbling gently on one nipple and then the other as the luscious wench squirmed in delicious agony. Now, in my experience, rubbing a girl's titties is a prelude to the main event but Kitty needed no further stimulation as, shaking all over, she spent with a happy yelp of ecstasy.

'Now it's your turn, my dear! breathed Kitty as she slid off my lap and knelt down in front of me. She quickly unbuttoned me and pulled out my prick which she held in both hands. She proceeded to wash her talented tongue all over my knob before closing her lips over my purple bell-end and sliding my thick shaft down her throat in one fluid gulp. Then she eased back, licking the underside of my shaft until she reached my balls which she sucked into her mouth, swishing them around before releasing them to lick all the way back up to my knob.

This was a sucking-off par excellence for Kitty now eased her lips over my helmet and slowly took my shaft between her lips whilst her hands busily circled themselves around my balls, gently caressing the wrinkly pink sack as her head began to bob up and down over my throbbing tool. My own hand automatically shot out to the back of her head as she gobbled more of my quivering cock into her mouth. Her tongue darted along the sensitive underside and I jerked my hips upwards as she sensually sucked on my chopper. Thrilling spasms of pure delight swirled through my body until I croaked out that I was about to cum.

With her mouth still filled with my hot, wet cock, Kitty nodded. She carefully squeezed my balls as I shot a stream of creamy jism down her throat. A wonderful orgasmic wave of release swept through me as she swallowed every drop of my gushing emission, draining my shaft of its salty essence. Then Kitty pulled my fast-deflating shaft out of her mouth and, raising her head, she smacked her lips and said: 'Wasn't that nice, Ian? Now how would you like to fuck my little wet cunney? I've a free afternoon tomorrow and it won't cost very much, only six guineas for two whole hours.'

Frankly, I was tempted to take up Kitty's offer. But I'm sure that Katie had made arrangements for her guests so I reluctantly declined, although I paid her a sovereign to let me take some naughty photographs of her which I promise to show you, although I will have to develop the film myself: I certainly cannot take it to Boots!

I must close now as Jack Dennison and I are off to the Dog and Duck for a drink before luncheon and the other two gentlemen who are making up the numbers for the weekend festivities have just arrived. I could be wrong but I have a sneaking feeling that Katie is carrying a torch for one of them, a chap named Andrew Scott.

Give my best regards to your parents and-

Here the manuscript ended, no doubt when the aforementioned Jack Dennison had called Ian away to the public house. With a chuckle, I placed the sheets of the letter back on the table where they had been so carelessly left by its author.

Well, the old saying might observe that eavesdroppers will never hear good of themselves but I was buoyed up to read that in Ian's opinion Katie was keen on me. Teddy, too, would be very happy to know that Susie had not succumbed to the charms of either Ian or Jack. I heaved myself out of my chair and strolled towards the door which I opened to find none other than Ian Pethick standing in front of me.

I gave a short cry and stepped back a pace as I gasped: 'Hallo there, Ian. Goodness, you startled me! I thought that you were taking a stroll in the garden with Susie.'

He gave a thin smile and replied: 'That was indeed the plan. But I have a slight headache and when your chum Teddy Carmichael rolled up to join us I made my excuses and walked back to the house.'

'Oh dear, I am sorry to hear that, headaches can be an awful drag,' I said sympathetically. 'Let me go upstairs and get you a pain-relieving pill from my bathroom. I have a bottle of Professor Mulliken's Aspirins which had been specially recommended to me.'

'Thank you, Andrew, but I think I'll just sit in the drawing room and sleep it off,' he sighed. 'Anyhow, Teddy and Susie won't miss me. Two's company and three's a crowd, you know, and I think those two are already very attracted to each other. I've no wish to play gooseberry.'

'That's very considerate of you,' I remarked but Ian shrugged: 'Not really, old boy. Susie's a scrumptious girl but Jack and I both fancy those gorgeous Danish twins.'

'They are quite enchanting,' I agreed and was about to move away when Ian said: 'Ah, just before you go Andrew, did you come across a letter of mine in the drawing-room, by any chance? I really am getting absent-minded but I put it down somewhere and I'm damned if I can find it anywhere.'

'Well, I just went in here for a nap and haven't looked for any letter,' I said disingenuously. Deciding to take a short stroll in the bright sunshine, I walked away from him to the front door. Katie was standing in the driveway talking to Hobart and when she saw me she waved to me.

'Andrew, do come over here,' she called. She quickly finished giving her instructions to the driver who saluted her and made his way to the motor houses as I approached her and remarked that it must be quite a responsibility for her to run a big house like Judson Manor on her own.

'Yes, as far as that goes, I'll be pleased when Mama returns. But Fielding and Mrs. Matlock have been here for many years and they've been very helpful,' replied Katie, wiping her brow as she added: 'Gosh, isn't it warm?'

Then her face lit up and she said eagerly: 'Andrew, I have a super idea. Let's cool off by having a swim in the stream which runs behind the woods about half a mile over there on your right.'

'I would love to go for a swim with you, Katie,' I answered with genuine enthusiasm. But then I grimaced and went on: 'So long as you can lend me a bathing costume, that is, because I foolishly did not bring one with me.'

'I might be able to find one of my father's but I doubt if it will fit you, he's much broader round the waist-though I suppose you could tie a belt around the costume,' she said with a twinkle in her eyes. 'But there's no reason why we can't swim in the nude because there's a bathing hut on the bank of the stream and the area around it is fenced off on both sides of the water as well as being hidden by the trees.

'Of course, I'll understand if you're too shy,' she continued teasingly.

I grinned at her and answered: 'Just lead on, Katie, just lead on.'

'Why don't you go on by yourself? I'll join you in about ten minutes as I need to have a final word about dinner with Mrs. Matlock. I'll bring down some towels for us.

'Very well,' I said. Katie escorted me round the side of the house to a small path and pointed me in the right direction. The route was simple enough to follow and the sun was shining so fiercely now that I was glad of the shade afforded by the trees. When I reached the fence which Katie's Papa had erected to ensure privacy for bathers, I noticed that there was a wire-mesh gate in the fence which, surprisingly, had been left open. But I decided not to shut it as Katie would soon be following me down to the bathing hut which I could see about fifty yards ahead of me.

As I approached the stream I heard a girlish cry coming from behind a copse of bushes-which solved the mystery of why the gate had been left open. Perhaps Susie had come down here for a swim but had slipped and was lying on the ground in distress, so I hurried towards the bushes to see if I could be of assistance.

However, there I discovered that Susie was not in the slightest distress and needed no help from me nor anyone else! For that nubile young lady was lying naked on a pair of pink bath towels, engaged in a sensual embrace with an equally naked Teddy Carmichael whose right hand was jammed firmly between her sculptured thighs. It was abundantly clear that he was finger-fucking Susie's pussey, thus causing the squeals of ecstasy to escape from the luscious girl's lips.

Now, if I had not known that Katie would shortly be arriving on the scene, I might have simply walked away. But thinking it best that she did not view this erotic exhibition, I thought it advisable to warn the naughty couple of impending danger so I made my presence known by a discreet cough.

'My God! Somebody's spying on us!' gasped Teddy. The pair of them scrambled hastily to their feet and covered themselves with the towels as I stepped out and confronted them.

'What the blazes-' my pal began but I held up my hand and said quietly: 'I must apologize for the interruption, but I think you should know that Katie will be down here in about five minutes.'

'Will she? Oh, thank you for letting us know, Andrew,' said Susie as she gathered up her clothes which she had left strewn across a deckchair. 'Are you and Katie going to have a swim? We've been in for a dip and the water's lovely and warm.'

'Yes, I'm looking forward to cooling off,' I said as I watched her and Teddy throw on their clothes. Then I waved goodbye to them and went inside the bathing hut to undress. I took a large bath towel from the pile on the beach and wrapped it around my waist as I stepped back out into the blazing sunshine. There was still no sign of Katie so I wandered down to the edge of the stream and stepped gingerly into the water which felt so refreshing that I peeled off the towel and threw it back onto the grass. Then I waded into the water until it reached my navel and splashed around by myself until Katie made her appearance.

'Sorry to have been so long, I can't wait to join you,' she called out. Then she disappeared inside the hut from which she emerged a few minutes later stark naked with a towel across her arm.

I shuddered with excitement as my eyes roved over the full glory of Katie's beautiful nude body as she stood on the bank of the stream. Her finely formed features were framed by shiny loose tresses of silky brown hair that fell down across her rounded snowy white breasts. These breasts were tipped with rosebud-red nipples set in dark pink circles. My eyes travelled down to her flat, smooth belly, so cunningly dimpled in the centre with its sweet little button. My cock was already standing thickly upright in the water as I gazed at the rich triangular growth of curly pussey hair between her thighs.

'Is the water warm, Andrew?' Katie called out. I gave the adorable girl the thumbs-up sign, and with a happy squeal, she ran straight into the stream. We frolicked about happily whilst I sang to Katie a verse of Mr. Godfrey Hendon's old music hall song:

'Isn't the water wet?

Isn't the sky ber-lue?

Nobody here but us

And nothing but things to do.

Don't the girls look grand,

Shapes you'll never forget,

Ain't the winkles wonderful

And isn't the water wet?'

After ten minutes or so I led Katie out of the water by her hand and we lay on our towels, drying ourselves in the bright sunshine. Katie made us pillows from Teddy and Susie's towels and she breathed: “There's no great rush to get back to the house. We can stay here undisturbed for at least another half an hour.'

'That will be lovely but I do hope that we will be undisturbed,' I said. Then I explained how I had inadvertently stumbled across Susie and Teddy and interrupted their love-making.

'Oooh, tell me all the juicy details,' she laughed. Not surprisingly, my cock began to thicken up again whilst I recounted what I had seen, especially when I saw Katie's hand slide downwards to let her fingertips play along the edges of her pink-lipped pussey.

My voice trailed off as our eyes locked together. Then Katie rolled over towards me and kissed me passionately on the lips. I had time only to choke out: 'Darling Katie,' before our mouths melded together and my arms were wrapped about the gorgeous girl. It was as if her soft trembling body had been especially fashioned for my touch. She arched to it, sighing and gasping as I responded with my fingertips, my lips and my tongue.

Caught up in an exquisite whirl of sensation, I found myself lying on top of the delectable creature, my cock pressing insistently between her thighs. But she whispered: 'Andrew, don't make love to me here, wait till later and we can spend the whole night together. But if you would like to bring me off with your fingers like Teddy did with Susie…'

'I have an even better idea, my sweet girl,' I murmured whilst I slid down Katie's beautiful curves, caressing her firm breasts and kissing her horned-up wine-red nipples which hardened so sensually under my nibbling. Down and down I went until my face was buried between her legs and my lips were only inches away from her thick fleece of curly chestnut pussey hair.

'Are you going to kiss my cunney, darling? No boy has ever done that before,' she said softly as she pushed my head deeper into her crotch, opening her legs and then clamping her thighs around my head with a long contented purr as I began to lick her swollen pussey lips. My tongue swished around her quim, delving, probing and sliding from the top of her long crack to the base of her juicy slit, lapping up the fragrant love juice which was already trickling out of her honeypot.

As Mark Twain once remarked, cunnilingus, like artichokes and whisky, is an acquired taste, but from my very first experience (at the age of sixteen with a scullery maid) I have always thoroughly enjoyed muff-diving and, without wishing to boast, I quickly acquired some skill at this noble art. Katie moaned with joy and shivered all over when I stopped licking her quim to pay homage to her clitty which had hardened up like a tiny nut.

I took her love bud between my lips and nibbled its fat, unsheathed base with my teeth. When I began lashing her clitty with my tongue her throbbings grew into twitches, the twitches into tremors and the tremors into convulsions until she shrieked out her delight as the delicious sensations of a shattering cum swept through her. Fleetingly, it struck me that even anyone walking outside the perimeter of the fence would hear Katie's cries of passion. But I could not have cared if the entire domestic staff of Judson Manor had suddenly appeared in front of us when I hauled myself up and Katie clutched my pulsating erection in her hands.

With a salacious giggle, she wound strands of her silky hair to make a web around the base of my shaft whilst stroking it slowly and feeling my tool throb under her gentle touch. Then Katie moved her head forward and licked my wiry pubic bush, moving her face slowly from side to side, enjoying to the full the voluptuous grazing of my rock-hard stiffie against her soft cheek.

Katie looked up at me and smiled as she moved her lips across the smooth wide dome of my knob and kissed the minute 'eye' out of which some drops of pre-cum moisture had already started to ooze. I let out a tiny gasp as her tongue circled my helmet, savouring the taste of cock as she drew my shaft between her generous lips.

'H-a-a-r!' I gasped as Katie's warm fingers fondled my balls whilst she sucked my shaft with an intense verve. I instinctively began to slew my prick in and out of her willing wet mouth. She slurped happily on her fleshy lollipop until I felt the sweet surge of seed was about to burst out of my cock and I panted: 'Katie, I can't hold back, I'm going to cum!'

But the dear girl did not attempt to pull away. She continued to suck my cock until, with a rasping growl, I shot my load and spurted a potent fountain of hot sticky jism down Katie's throat. She greedily gulped it down and licked and lapped my trembling tool until she had milked it dry.

'My word, what an abundant spend, Andrew!' she commented after pulling back her head and releasing my now flaccid todger from its succulent prison. 'Oh, I do love sucking off a nice thick prick like yours. I'm sure I could happily gobble it for a full hour but of course this will never happen because all you men squirt off too quickly.'

'I read somewhere that the Marquis de Soveral can keep going for at least half an hour, though that could just be a rumour.'

'Very probably,' agreed Katie as she planted a farewell kiss on my shrivelled shaft. 'No girl I know has ever met any man who can last longer than ten minutes once their pricks are being sucked.'

She snuggled herself into the crook of my shoulder and we lay silent for a while until I said: 'Dearest, did I hear you say that till this afternoon, no man had ever tongued your divine little pussey?'

'That's quite correct,' concurred Katie. 'Does this surprise you? Don't worry, though, you brought me off beautifully, Andrew, just as well if not better than Alexa and Erika or indeed any of the girls who have ever lapped up my cunney juice.'

I looked down at her and said with interest: 'So both the Danish girls have licked out your honeypot, have they?'

'M'm, on several occasions,' she answered brightly. 'And the best time was when they did it together when I visited them in Denmark last year. If you like, I'll tell you what happened, although it's rather a rude story.'

'I'd love to hear all about it,' I said eagerly.

Katie laughed as she replied: 'Well, all right then, but you must promise not to mention it to anyone this weekend. Now, Alexa and Erika live with their parents near the port of Odense on Fyn Island and on my first visit there two years ago, the girls took me for a long walk around the town one afternoon to show me the cathedral which was founded by King Canute-you know, the man who tried to command the waves-in the eleventh century.

'Anyhow, when we arrived back at their house, they suggested that we refresh ourselves with a sauna. Now, I had no idea what a sauna was and they explained that it was a Scandinavian style of bath which I would find very invigorating-and this turned out to be true, although not in a manner I could have expected!

'So, on their instruction, I went upstairs to my room and undressed. Then I slipped on a dressing gown and a pair of slippers and walked down with Alexa and Erika (who had also undressed) to the bottom of their garden where there were two large log cabins. They ushered me into the first which was furnished only with a single bench, with a wooden stove in the middle of the floor which generated a considerable amount of steamy heat.

'“Take off your dressing gown and lie down on the bench, Katie,” said Alexa as she whipped of her robe and walked naked to the stove onto which she ladled a pannikin of cold water. “This will make the room even steamier but the heat opens the pores and lets all the grime of the city seep out of the skin.”

'Obediently, I sat naked alongside an equally nude Erika. Alexa came across and laid herself down on the wide bench with her head in my lap. “You don't mind if I use your lap as a pillow, do you, Katie?”

'“No, not at all,” I stammered as she made herself comfortable with the back of her head lying on the tops of my thighs. Then she passed her hands over her high pointed breasts which were topped by enormous tawny nipples which soon swelled up even larger as Alexa played with them, twisting the rubbery bullets between her fingers. However, I pretended not to notice what she was doing and I must say that, despite the proximity of her face to my pussey, she made no move to interfere with me in any way.

'We sat chatting for some fifteen minutes and then, at Alexa's bidding, we put on our robes and slippers and padded across to the second, larger cabin some twenty feet away. Now, the floor of this cabin had been partially scooped out and a miniature tiled swimming pool had been built.

'“Brr, it'll be freezing!” I remarked, but without any hesitation, the girls slipped off their robes and plunged straight into the pool. Erika shook her blonde tresses away from her pretty face and called out: “Do join us, Katie, you'll find the experience most invigorating.”

'Gingerly I stepped into the pool but Erika was right-for once I braved the cool water I felt wonderfully clean and fit and I didn't notice the cold as we splashed around for about five minutes. Then we climbed out and dried ourselves with lovely soft bath towels which were hanging on pegs in a small open-doored area at the back of the cabin where there were two beds, one double and one single. The girls told me to lie down and rest on the smaller mattress while they shared the larger one.

'Swathed in my towel, I was now so totally relaxed that I was soon dozing peacefully. But after a while I thought I felt a soft palm rubbing against my crotch. I must be imagining it, I said to myself, but the rubbing became more insistent. I opened my eyes to find that both the girls had removed their towels and were kneeling naked at the side of my bed and it was Erika's long fingers that were tracing their way through my curly bush of pussey hair. Perhaps I should have stopped them but, frankly, the sensations were delicious and I made only a token attempt-which was easily repulsed-to prevent Alexa pulling off my towel and leaving me lying there completely naked.

'“You naughty things, stop that at once,” I murmured as Alexa caressed my breasts and tweaked my titties whilst Erika rubbed her palm against my moistening pussey and whispered how she would like to stick her tongue up my cunney and suck on my clitty till I came off and flooded her face with love juice.

'However, it was Alexa who climbed up on the mattress, positioned herself between my legs and began lapping on my pouting pussey lips. But little did I know what was being planned whilst Alexa licked up and down my quim and brought me up to a fever-pitch of unslaked desire- for the wicked little minx didn't put her tongue inside my crack and left me desperate to achieve a climax.

'“Aaaah! Aaaah! I want to cum!” I cried out as I twisted and bucked under this teasing tongue. To my relief I heard Erika answer: “Its all right, Katie, I'll make sure you spend.”

'Then I opened my eyes and saw to my amazement that Erika had strapped on around her waist a leather belt that at its front sported a shiny wooden affair painted in pink and shaped exactly like a thick stiff cock, complete with two carefully fashioned rubber-covered balls. I had never seen anything like it before and was a tiny bit frightened as Alexa gave way to her sister who pressed her soft curvaceous body on top of me as she kissed me passionately on the lips.

'Alexa must have seen that I looked scared for she said encouragingly: “Relax, Katie, this ladies' comforter has been modelled on the prick of none other than the Danish military attache in London, Colonel Schmiechel, who fucked Erika after a party at the Embassy last year. She made a plaster cast of his cock and had her dildo fashioned to his measurements by Zwaig et Cie, the famous Parisian manufacturers of saucy novelties.”

'For some reason, this reassured me. I parted my thighs to allow Erika to insert the knob of this imitation shaft between my pussey lips and I must say that this had the desired effect! I swung my legs around her waist and locked my ankles together behind her back. Then she leaned forward, the dildo started to slide right into my sopping slit and I gasped with delight as Erika fucked me with this smooth wooden cock. Every time she thrust forwards it rubbed against my clitty and at the end of each thrust, when the dildo was fully embedded inside me, it nudged itself into the deepest recesses of my dripping honeypot and sent electric sparks of ecstasy shooting through my body.

'At the same time I was shocked to see Alexa, who was now kneeling behind her sister, slide her hand between Erika's legs and work her finger under the dildo to begin frigging her sisters cunt. This lewd sight helped bring me to the boil very quickly and from the beaming smile on her flushed face, I think that Erika and I climaxed together.

'When we had regained our senses, Erika offered to strap the dildo around my waist so that I could fuck Alexa, but I declined because, although I won't say that I don't enjoy an occasional tribadic encounter, I definitely prefer good old-fashioned fucking!' Katie concluded firmly with a sensual smile on her pretty face as she looked down on my straining shaft which had recovered from its previous delicious exercise and was standing up stiffly between my thighs.

'Well, that was a most stimulating story,' I said hoarsely. Katie giggled as she gave my throbbing tool a loving squeeze before she scrambled to her feet and said: 'Come on, Andrew, I would love to have you slide that thick stiffie into my cunney but we had better get dressed and return to the house before Fielding sends out a search party for me.'

I sighed as I took hold of her proffered hand and hauled myself up. But Katie was right and it would have been extremely foolish to take the chance of being caught in flagrante delicto, especially when there would soon be an opportunity to romp the night away with the gorgeous girl in the comfort of a soft warm bed.

We arrived back at Judson Manor in time to join the other guests for tea. Despite the excellent luncheon, the swimming and other more intimate exercises had given me enough of an appetite to do justice to Mrs. Matlock's slap-up repast of hot scones, fresh strawberry jam and cream, a fine choice of tomato, cucumber and cheese sandwiches and- the piece de resistance — a still warm apple-and-plum cake straight from the over.

'My goodness, old boy, anyone would think you haven't eaten anything since breakfast,' remarked Teddy as I tucked into my second slice of cake while Susie sat down at the piano and entertained us with her dashing rendition of Parthenia, one of Smolask's best-loved waltzes. We applauded politely and then, as she played the opening bars of a familiar old music hall chorus, Jack Dennison frowned and said: 'Now what the devil is the name of that song? It's on the tip of my tongue but I can't quite recall it.'

'Isn't it The Hound That Caught The Pubic Hair?' said Ian Pethick innocently which made us all laugh heartily as he went on: 'No, actually it's Stan Satterthwaite's theme song, Naughty Little Maudie. Don't you remember seeing him sing it at the Holborn Empire a couple of months ago?'

'Of course it is!' Jack exclaimed and to prove that he did remember this popular ditty, he sang in a rich tenor voice:

'Oh you don't know Maudie like I do,'

Said the pretty little bird on Maudie's hat.

'I could tell you some stories about Maudie

About many strange places she's been at.

By the sea, by the shore,

There's lot's of fun in store,

But always wipe your feet upon the mat!'

'You have a splendid voice, Jack,' said Erika admiringly. 'But I do not understand the song. What is the connection between a girl being naughty and wiping feet? Perhaps you would please explain this to me?'

Jack could not help smiling at the puzzled expression on the pretty blonde's face as he answered: 'Don't fret, it isn't your command of English that is at fault. The fact is that there's no connection at all. You see, Stan Satterthwaite is one of those so-called “eccentric comedians” who rush on stage dressed in weird costumes and bawl out nonsensical songs.'

'I agree with you, but Stan Satterthwaite's songs have very catchy tunes even though the lyrics are no better than nursery rhymes,' remarked Susie as she thumped out a stirring introductory melody on the piano. 'Have you heard his latest, You Can't Give Daisy Any Winkles'! No? Well, it goes something like this-

'You can't give

Daisy any winkles.

You can't give Dora any shrimps,

Gertie's a sport

But don't give her port

You'll never know what she'll begin!'

_

The two Danish girls laughed as Susie sang the chorus. Then the rest of us roared out Let's Go Down The Strand, Burlington Bertie and my own particular favourite The Girl I Love Is Up In The Gallery. Whilst I sang the lilting sentimental melody I caught Katie's eye and looked meaningfully at her which caused a delightful reddish tinge of colour to appear on her so-kissable cheeks.

Not that Katie could ever be classified as one of those empty-headed girls who deliberately give the impression of helplessness to attract a man. In my opinion, one of the most remarkable evolutions of recent times has been the rebellion of women against remaining second-class citizens denied the same educational and political rights as men-and whilst I deplore violence as a method of argument, the women's suffrage movement has my total support.

As I said warmly to a recalcitrant acquaintance in the bar at the Jim Jam Club only the other day-he was bemoaning the fact that women no longer seemed to know their place-it is precisely those women who take an interest in economic, political and social affairs outside their own narrow horizons who make the best wives and lovers.

'Such girls are capable of making fair judgements, of ceding a point as well as enforcing a demand, and unless they are very stupid chaps, their male friends will not sigh for the “foolish little things” of other days,' I concluded sternly. The fellow slunk away, unable to counter my reasoning.

Be that as it may, it is undeniable that I would have been smitten by Katie whatever her views on the matter! Certainly, I sprang to my feet like a shot when she asked if anyone would care to come to the art gallery on the mezzanine floor and see the new pictures the Judsons had bought on their recent visit to the Continent.

Frankly, I was far from unhappy that none of the other guests took up her invitation, which I suspected was not because of any lack of interest in art. But it was clear that Teddy and Susie wanted to slip away by themselves whilst Ian and Jack no doubt were keen to find out if any pairing off could be arranged with Alexa and Erika.

I said as much to Katie as we climbed the wide sweeping staircase and commented that it was a pity that these young men were heading for certain disappointment. But Katie looked at me with a smile on her face and said: 'Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that, Andrew. Alexa and Erika do not confine themselves to tribadic encounters. Indeed, I am sure they would have grown out of these feelings long ago if they had only been given the opportunity to meet more young men by their parents who brought them up very strictly. So I don't think that Ian and Jack will be too disappointed because, as far as the girls are concerned, they want to make up for lost time!'

'I know just how they feel,' I murmured in Katie's ear as I slipped my arms around her and pressed my hands to her breasts as she opened the door to the gallery.

'You are an impatient boy, Andrew,' she scolded me with a giggle. But she responded by feeling behind her and rubbing her hand against my thickening prick. 'Don't work me up now, there's a dear, because somebody might come in. Besides, I'm looking forward to being fucked by you tonight and I'm sure you wouldn't want to spoil my appetite.'

'No, of course not, Katie,' I said humbly. 'Please forgive me. Now I promise I shall behave like a monk whilst you show me the most interesting pictures in your parents' collection.'

And I kept my word whilst we strolled through the gallery-which did not prove too difficult a task for I genuinely enjoyed looking at the wide variety of paintings hanging on the whitewashed walls. There were canvasses by contemporary British artists of the calibre of Spencer Gore, D. S. McColl and William Nicholson. But my eye was most taken with two rich portraits, placed on either side of a window, which had been executed in the style of the Dutch Old Masters, one of a bright-eyed young girl and the other of a gentleman dressed in the fashion of an English Cavalier.

'These pictures are first class, Katie. Who it the artist? A pupil of Rembrandt or Rubens?' I remarked as I peered at the pictures. But Katie shook her head and said: 'No, the artist is a Dutchman named Anton Dourlein and he's not from the seventeenth century but is still very much alive. So are the models, even though he has painted them in historical costumes. The man is his cousin Henk who bears a strong resemblance to Prince Rupert of the Rhine, the nephew of King Charles I who fought for the King during the English Civil War.

'Since he learned about his feats at school, Anton has been fascinated by Prince Rupert who was a skilled engineer, chemist and artist. He developed the mezzotint process of engraving on copper by scraping and burnishing the roughened surface and devised a new method of painting colours on marble which, when polished, would be permanent, as well as inventing a new, more powerful gunpowder and a quadrant for measuring stellar altitudes at sea.'

'Really? Well, I've definitely learned something this afternoon,' I said and resisted the temptation to kiss Katie's perfectly shaped red lips, 'I never realised that Prince Rupert was such a polymath. And what about the girl? Is she also a relation of Mynheer Dourlein?'

Katie gave me a roguish smile. 'Not exactly. At the time she was only seventeen and the youngest daughter of a wealthy merchant who lived next door to Dourlein in his little home town of Maastricht,' she answered as we sat down on a small sofa in the centre of the sparsely furnished room.

'And now?' I queried and she shrugged: 'Well, Bernice is still the youngest daughter of the wealthy merchant but the last I heard of her was that she now lives with Dourlein in Amsterdam!'

'There is certainly something to be said for taking up an artistic career, especially if one has the benefit of even a modest independent income, as there never appears to be a shortage of pretty girls who are ready, willing and able to be bedded either before or after their portraits have been painted,' I mused thoughtfully. I slid my arm around Katie's waist as she continued drily: 'Yes, Anton Dourlein has a jolly life because women are queuing up to sit for him and he gets well-paid for his portraits, however they might turn out.'

'So how did your father acquire these two pictures?' I asked. Katie shook her head. 'He didn't buy them, I did when we went to Amsterdam last April for the wedding of Princess Helena of the Netherlands to Sir Trewin Cheetham, a distant relative of my mother. Well, the day after the wedding my father returned to England. But my mother and I decided to stay on till the weekend to see more of the city and take a trip out into the country to see the tulip fields in full bloom.

'Like many other guests who had come to Amsterdam for the wedding, we were staying at the Kresnapolsky Hotel. The next day, whilst we were having breakfast, Mrs. Flora Murdoch, the elegant and charming wife of the American textiles magnate whom we had met at the wedding reception, came across to our table and kindly invited us to accompany her to the Rijksmuseum to see Rembrandt's The Night Watch and all the other superb masterpieces which are on display there.

'In fact, it was whilst we were looking at a group of pictures by modern Dutch artists that Mrs. Murdoch suddenly exclaimed: “Heavens alive! Just look at this picture of a picnic party, ladies, I've been put in it!”

'I studied the painting more closely and, sure enough, I could see that Mrs. Murdoch was portrayed in a scene which showed a group of people sitting around a table that had been set up by the side of a small country road with two motor cars parked under the shade of a nearby tree.

'“So you have, Mrs. Murdoch, and it seems you all spent a very pleasant afternoon,” I observed and she chuckled: “Yes, I'm sure I would have had a jolly time, my dear, except that this gathering never took place. I've never met any of the other people in the picture and I doubt whether any of them are actually acquainted. However, the artist and I are old friends, I met him on my first visit to Europe about ten years ago when my husband commissioned him to paint my portrait. His name is Anton Dourlein and his work is very popular just now, but when we were first introduced, he was a struggling young artist who had yet to achieve recognition. Come to think of it, I remember now he told me that he would ask people if they would pay a small fee to be shown in his paintings-all he needed was a photograph from which to work-and clearly my husband must have agreed to his proposal.”

'“What a clever idea,” my mother remarked but Mrs. Murdoch said: “Well, maybe so, although it's not original. Anton told me that Rembrandt used a similar scheme before he began work on The Night Watch. Almost all those men in the picture paid him to be in it and those who paid Rembrandt the most are shown at the front of the painting!”

'Anyhow, we stayed in the Rijkmuseum till one o'clock and then Mama insisted that Mrs. Murdoch join us for luncheon. We took a horse-drawn cab back to the hotel and as the head waiter was about to show us to a table, Mrs. Murdoch gasped: “My word, this is quite unbelievable! That gentleman sitting by himself by the window dressed in a grey suit with a flower in his buttonhole is none other then Anton Dourlein!”

'“I looked across at the handsome broad-shouldered gentleman and said: “What a coincidence! Mama, why don't you ask him if he would care to take lunch with us? I presume that like most Dutchmen he speaks good English.”

'“Mrs. Murdoch protested that this would be an imposition, but I take after my mother who enjoys the company of artistic folk like actors, painters and writers and we soon prevailed on Mrs. Murdoch to invite Anton to sit at our table. Well, to cut short the story, he did indeed speak perfect English and his easy manner and good humour (despite having been 'stood up' for luncheon by a potential client) made an excellent impression on my mother and myself. So much so that when he suggested to my mother that I should sit for him, all she replied was that, unfortunately, there would be no time for me to do so as we were leaving for home in a few days' time.

'“But I would enjoy sitting for Mr. Doulein this afternoon, Mama,” I pleaded with her. “At least this would give him time to take some photographs and make some preliminary sketches for a portrait he could then paint after we have left Amsterdam.”

'Mama still looked doubtful but Anton finally won her over by settling for what I thought was a ridiculously small fee of fifty sovereigns to paint my portrait. “I'll just go upstairs and pack a change of clothes,” I said excitedly and less than half an hour later Anton was escorting me through the door of his studio just off Dam Square. I went upstairs into his bedroom to change and when I pulled off the last piece of underwear, I stood in front of the long wall mirror and wondered whether Anton would admire my firm breasts and the curly thatch of chestnut pussey hair between the tops of my snowy white thighs.

'Now I must confess that I had been very naughty because the clothes I had brought with me were hardly suitable for a portrait of a demure young lady! First I slipped on a camisole fashioned from the softest Irish linen, trimmed with lace, through which the generous swell of my breasts and long pointy nipples were plainly visible. To complement this flimsy garment, I put on a pair of close-fitting French knickers made from the same sheer fabric which accentuated the contours of my tight curvy bottom. I completed my wardrobe with the choice of my best white silk stocking held up by frilly baby-blue satin garters.

'As I checked my reflection in the mirror, I cupped the full roundness of my breasts in my hands and my nips swelled up to stand out like two tawny bullets. It occurred to me how silly it would be to hide these sexy underclothes under the frock which I had brought with me, even though I had deliberately chosen the dress because of it low-cut bodice which revealed a daring amount of cleavage. True, I had known Anton for only a very short time, but I guessed that he would make no complaint if I tripped down the stairs with my bare breasts bouncing up and down under my virtually transparent camisole and my bottom cheeks jiggling enticingly, covered only by my skin-tight knickers.'

'I'll bet he made no complaint,' I said thickly, pulling at my trousers in a vain attempt to make more room for my rock-hard cock which was pushing up uncomfortably in my lap.

Katie looked down at the bulge between my legs and patted my shaft gently with her hand. A smile began to play about her lips as she said: 'Andrew, I don't want you getting over stimulated because you'll need all your strength later tonight. Perhaps it would be best if I stopped here and continued the story another time.'

'No, please don't do that, darling,' I begged her and added hopefully: 'I find this tale extremely exciting but I won't spend unless you pull out my cock and bring me off with your hand.'

The sweet girl wagged her finger in mock reproof as she giggled: 'Don't work me up, you naughty boy! All right, I'll quickly finish telling you what happened with Anton and then I shall go upstairs and get ready for dinner. Now, where was I? Ah yes, I opened the bedroom door and called out to Anton that I was ready for him and, as I expected, he was far from upset when he watched me walk slowly down the stairs in a state of deshabille.

'“You look truly magnificent, Katie,” he said in a husky voice as he picked up a large stick of charcoal. “Now go and sit on that stool over there and we'll begin.”

'For an hour or so I sat stock still as Anton worked assiduously. But then he threw down his pencil in disgust and groaned: “Katie, I am sorry but you will have to change into a less revealing set of clothes. I simply cannot carry on like this-it is absolutely impossible for me to concentrate on your face when my eyes keep wandering up and down your exquisite figure.”

'“Do they?” I said in as innocent a voice as I could muster. “Well, in that case, it's my fault for wearing an outfit which has distracted you. But let's have a break now and I can decide which of my dresses to wear.”

'“Very well,” he agreed. I sat on an easy chair and watched as he brewed a pot of coffee and then produced a bottle of Schnapps from his sideboard. The fiery liquor blended so well with the coffee that I was soon feeling totally relaxed, and when Anton again brought up the subject of what I should wear whilst he sketched me I smiled him and said: “Would it really solve the problem if I covered myself up? Whatever dress I wear, I suspect you might still be thinking of how I might look au naturel.”

'He did not reply but his dark eyes brightened as he slid his arm around my waist and murmured: “You know, some years ago when I first studied in Paris, the great Toulouse-Lautrec told me that even the most talented artist could never capture the essential spirit of a woman on canvas unless he first made love to her.”

'“That sounds very much like Toulouse-Lautrec who, despite his other physical deformities, was reputedly exceedingly well-endowed,” I rejoined with a giggle as a delicious tingling sensation spread out all over my body from my fast-moistening pussey. “I don't know how much truth there is in that maxim but I have a feeling that I am about to find out.”

'Anton smiled and leaned forward to kiss me. I responded immediately, sliding my tongue between his teeth as his tongue probed inside my open mouth. My senses began to dance when his hands moved under my camisole to fondle my bare breasts and, tearing myself away from his passionate embrace, I gasped: “Wait a minute, I must be careful not to crease these clothes or Mama might suspect something. So I had better take them off.”

'It only took a few seconds for me to undress and in no time at all I was standing in front of Anton in the nude. With a cheeky grin on my face, I said: “There you are, Mynheer, all the goods have been unwrapped so you had better make a purchase before they are wrapped up again.”

'“Oh, have no fear, I shall buy everything on offer! My only worry will be not to spend too much too quickly!” he retorted wittily as he pulled me down upon his lap and whispered in my ear: “Katie, I've been willing this moment from the very first instant I saw you.”

'The randy artist slipped his hands back onto my breasts, pressing them together and showering them with noisy wet kisses. Then Anton buried his face in my soft rounded spheres and lunged at my quivering nipples which instantly hardened under his lips. An erotic shiver sped through me when he nipped each one lightly between his teeth. Then he squeezed my breasts together, taking both titties in his mouth simultaneously, flicking each engorged cherry with his tongue before sucking them in a strong, powerful rhythm which caused me to moan with delight.

'My blood was now up. Climbing from Anton Is lap with my breasts smeared with a mix of perspiration and saliva, I slid to my knees in front of him and when I tugged open the buttons of his fly out sprang his thick, stiff cockshaft. I held the huge pulsing tool in my hands but, though Anton might well be disappointed, I was determined not to break my rule of never making love on meeting a man for the first time. However, it was with no little regret that I informed him that he could tit-fuck me although I would appreciate it if he too would undress so that I could enjoy the sight of his manly frame.

'Happily, Anton took this news in good part. To his credit, he did not sulk or attempt to persuade me to travel further than I wished to go-not that he could have persuaded me to do so-unlike some foolish young men I have had to deal with in the past who refuse to believe that when a girl says “no” she really means it.

'Anyhow, I must admit that, as he rapidly undressed, it took all my resolve to resist temptation when I gazed on his broad shoulders and deep chest which was lightly covered with curly hair-though it was his thick cock which most attracted me as it stood majestically upright between his muscular thighs.

'I dropped to my knees in front of him and, taking hold of his blue-veined boner, I fisted my hand at a great pace up and down his hot smooth shaft whilst I planted a big wet kiss on the wide ruby helmet. Then I pressed my breasts together and slid his throbbing love truncheon into the cleft between my firm, jutting titties.

'“Go on, Anton, cream my titties with your spermy jism,” I urged him, wrapping my fingers even more tightly around his cock as I continued to frig his palpitating prick. Now, I don't wish to boast, but no man has managed to hold back for more than a minute of this bosomy massage. Sure enough, very soon Anton moaned as, in a tumultuous climax, he let fly a tremendous fountain of frothy seed and sprayed a white necklace of sticky spunk across my breasts.

'With one hand I jerked his quivering shaft from side to side and with the other I smeared his copious emission over my rubbery nipples. Then I pulled his prick upwards and sucked his knob whilst he spurted the final gush of seed into my mouth.'

My own cock was now aching for similar treatment and I observed acidly that at least Anton was given the chance to relieve his frustration. Katie peered down at the tenting protrusion in my trousers and wrinkled her brow as she said thoughtfully: 'Unlike someone else, you mean? Now, I wonder who you can have in mind?'

'There's no prize for getting the right answer,' I replied as Katie shook her head, repeating that patience was a virtue and my prick would only have to wait a little longer for relief.

'Now, where was I?' she continued. 'Oh yes, Anton slumped back into a chair, exhausted from this thrilling little sexual exercise and his cock started to droop and hang limply downwards over his balls. But his eyes shone as he watched me massage my breasts with his cum until they gleamed wetly in the soft lambent sunlight and he let out a tine groan as I languorously, licked each finger in turn, savouring the salty tang upon my lips and tongue.

'“I trust there will soon be an opportunity for us to continue where we left off,” he sighed whilst we dressed ourselves. “Is there no chance of seeing you again before you leave Amsterdam?”

'“Probably not,” I said sadly as I walked across to his easel and stared at the bold sketch of my face which Anton had drawn before we let our emotions interrupt his work. “I'm afraid you'll have to finish this portrait from memory.”

Katie sighed and pointed to the picture which was hanging on the wall in front of us. 'About six weeks later Anton sent that painting of his young mistress to my mother with a letter saying that he hoped she would accept it in lieu of a portrait of her daughter. Actually, his note is tucked away behind the picture and you can read it for yourself.

She led me across to the wall and pulled out from the back of the frame a sheet of paper which she passed over to me. As Katie had said, after apologizing for not producing the commissioned work, Anton went on: You must forgive me, but I will not be able to portray Miss Judson in a manner which will reflect her radiant beauty and charm unless she is able to sit for me again in person.

'It's terribly vain of me to keep this note,' she remarked as she folded it back in its hiding place. 'But who knows? A letter from Anton Dourlein might one day be almost as valuable as one of his pictures!'

'Now I am going to my room for a rest,' announced Katie as she guided me towards the door. 'We'll dine at half-past seven and if all goes according to plan, I don't see why we shouldn't have an early night!'

She kissed me lightly on the cheek and made her way upstairs. Being curious to know how Teddy had fared with Susie, I descended the staircase to see if my pal had returned from wherever he and his amorata had hidden themselves. However, none of the other guests were to be found downstairs so I trudged back up to my room where I contemplated a nice long soak in a warm bath before I changed into my evening clothes.

But this was not to be, because as I walked by the large room shared by Alexa and Erika, the door was flung open. I almost jumped out of my skin when one of the pretty blonde Danish twins, dressed in a pink dressing gown, scurried out and grabbed me by the arm as she exclaimed: 'Ah, I thought I heard someone coming up the stairs. Andrew, have you a little time to spare please? Erika and I need the services of a strong young man.'

I was so startled (and flattered) that I allowed Alexa to pull me into her room where I was stunned to see Jack Dennison standing stark naked against the wall. Erika, who was wearing only a pair of brief lace knickers, was kneeling down in front of him with her hands holding his huge erect cock and her lips just inches away from his purple mushroom bell-end.

'Hello, Jack, I'm sorry to interrupt but Alexa grabbed hold of me on the landing just now and insisted on dragging me in here,' I stammered. But he was so eager to have his cock sucked that he cheerily waved away my embarrassment as he gasped out: “There's no need to apologize, old chap. I'm truly delighted to see you because I can't pleasure more than one of these frisky little fillies and Alexa will be left out in the cold unless we can find her a juicy thick prick.'

'Well, I agree that would be grossly unfair,' I grinned as Alexa slipped her robe off her shoulders to reveal her lissome naked body to me. 'But what about Ian Pethick? Surely he-'

'Ah, poor Ian! He is too much of a gentleman-if such a thing is possible. Did you not hear the front door bell about half an hour ago? The vicar of Chagford came round to ask for a donation for the village summer fete. Ian gave him a half-sovereign and his kindness impressed the vicar so much that, when Ian told him of his interest in brass rubbings, he invited Ian to go with him straight away for a look at the seventeenth century plaques on the floor and walls of his church! We listened to all this from the landing and heard the reverend gentleman say how happy he was to meet a fellow enthusiast. To our amazement, Ian accepted his invitation, being too polite to disappoint him! '

'Good heavens! I can't say I would have taken that course of action,' I remarked whilst Jack nodded his agreement and declared: 'Neither would I. Really, if you look at the situation in another way, he was guilty of being impolite to Alexa's pussey!'

Alexa smiled at this light-hearted remark and rejoined: 'Maybe Ian is too polite for his own good, but I have not taken any offence. For, though I say so myself, I know that he would have far preferred to poke me rather than go traipsing down to the village with the vicar! Anyhow, there should be plenty of time for lots of rumpy-pumpy later this evening.'

Then she looked straight at me and added: 'However, I don't feel like waiting till then, Andrew. So unless you have any objection to fucking me, Ian's loss is your gain.'

I gulped nervously as she took my hand, sat me down on the bed and instructed me to undress. For what should I do? Notwithstanding the fact that Katie was expecting me to behave like a wild stallion after lights-out-so much so that she would not even bring me off even after telling me the exciting story of her encounter with Anton the artist- she might well take a dim view if she discovered that in her absence I had shagged one of her best friends.

But if the spirit was willing, the flesh was weak and there cannot be many men who could have refused to fuck such a deliciously nubile girl as Alexa. And as if her voluptuous charms were not enough to turn my head, whilst I was pulling off my shirt I looked up to see Jack Dennison having his cock palated by Erika who was lustily working his knob in and out of her mouth, clearly determined not to lose contact with the rigid fleshy shaft.

'Please don't let me disturb you,' I called out to him as I fumbled with the buttons of my trousers.

'You're damned right I won't!' he retorted as he placed his hands on Erika's tousled blonde head and muttered: 'That's the way, you dear girl, suck out all my spunky cum!'

She replied to Jack by grasping hold of his thick prick in her hands, frigging the shaft as hard as she could whilst she teasingly titillated the smooth wide crown with the tip of her tongue. Then Erika ran her lips up and down his pulsating shaft before opening her mouth wide and gobbling in almost the full length of his tool, bobbing her head to and fro as she slid her hand underneath his scrotum to cradle his balls in her palm.

Meanwhile, Alexa had helped me undress and luxuriant strands of her flaxen hair fell over her shoulders as she bent down and rolled down my drawers. With a hoarse growl, I pulled her head towards mine and she grabbed my stiff shaft greedily in her fist as we kissed, our tongues entwining as our eager bodies pressed together.

We crashed together onto the bed and I grabbed a pillow which I stuffed under Alexa's bottom so that her thighs and cunney were positioned at a good angle for my bursting boner as I moved between her legs. Alexa squeezed my shaft, capping and uncapping the rounded domed knob as she guided my cock between her yielding pussey lips deep into her clingy wet crack. My hands moved to her breasts and covered her nipples whilst I slid my trembling tool in and out of her squelchy slit at a slow yet steady pace. The blonde beauty sighed with delight as she relished the sensations afforded by my throbbing truncheon inside her juicy honeypot.

I continued to fuck the gorgeous girl at this relatively gentle pace until she gasped: 'Oh, Andrew, how lovely! I've cum twice already! Now fuck me hard, you big-cocked rascal!'

Nothing loath, I increased the tempo until I was slamming my prick in and out of Alexa's squishy quim at a great rate of knots and my balls slapped against her bum-cheeks as she clamped her legs around my ribs.

'Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!' she panted as with one hand I rubbed her swollen nipples between my thumb and forefinger whilst the other snaked behind her. Alexa squealed wildly when I jammed the tip of my little finger into her bum-hole as we moved into the final lap of a wonderful poke. Her body writhed out of control as my cock drove home at an ever-increasing speed until I exploded into her and a stream of frothy jism poured out of my prick into her saturated cunt.

Exhausted from this delicious exercise, I rolled off the delectable damsel who swung round and gave me a big hug as she said: 'Oh, thank you so much, Andrew, Katie told me that she was sure you would be a first class lover.'

My jaw fell open as I looked at her in astonishment. 'Katie told you what?' I said incredulously.

'Well, Katie is a most conscientious hostess. She wanted to be sure her guests were all having a good time before she would think of enjoying herself,' Alexa replied defensively. 'So she was very pleased when, during tea, I told her that Erika and I were happy to be entertained by Ian and Jack tonight. “Splendid!” she said, “I don't have to worry about Susie because she has clearly fallen for Teddy Carmichael and I'm very much looking forward to being fucked by Andrew's lovely big cock.”'

I was initially staggered by this uninhibited reply, although when I considered her explanation more carefully, I realized there was really no cause for me to be so shocked by her frankness. As I said to myself, if there had been a role reversal of the sexes I would have thought nothing of confiding such a complimentary description of Katie's pussey to Teddy-but even in this first decade of the twentieth century, gentlemen still find it difficult to accept that women have similar needs and desires to their own!

In the meantime, Erika had long since finished milking Jack's balls of their cargo of creamy j ism. He was now leaning against the wall in a state of happy exhaustion with his limp shaft dangling over his thigh, whilst Erika was busying herself pouring out small glasses of a colourless liquid from a bottle with a black label on which was printed a silver coat of arms.

'What's this drink? Surely it's not a malt,' said Jack as she handed round the glasses. But one sniff was enough for me to be able to inform him that we were being given kummel, a liqueur based upon the humble caraway seed which was very popular in Central and Eastern Europe.

'I'm sure you'll like it,' I said to Jack who clinked glasses with me before downing his drink in one swallow.

'M'mm, it's a very pleasant tipple,' he commented as he held out his glass for a refill, 'I don't expect it's available round here but I must order a dozen bottles from Harrods when I go down to London next month.'

Rather unwisely, Erika poured Jack out second and third refills, after which he stood up, walked somewhat unsteadily to the door and announced that he was going back to his room for forty winks before dinner.

'Hadn't you better put on some clothes first?' I suggested. But he shook his head and said: 'Not worth the bother, old boy, I'll only have to take them all off again to have my snooze. Don't worry, my room is only across the landing and no one will see me. Anyhow, what matter if one of the maids does catch a glimpse of my todger? If she hasn't seen a cock before, then it's high time she did.'

'That's true enough,' I laughed as Jack staggered out and closed the door behind him. Then I looked at Erika in some surprise when she slithered across the bed to lie next to me. 'Why don't we follow his example and have a rest for half an hour before getting ready for dinner?' she murmured as she snuggled herself into the crook of my shoulder. 'There's plenty of room if we all cuddle up together.'

This is like a dream come true, I thought to myself, as I lay on my back with each of my arms wrapped around a ravishing young blonde. Yet there was a proverbial fly in the ointment-I could see from the glint in Erika's ice-blue eyes and the way her hand was edging nearer and nearer my groin that she wanted to do more than just relax for the next thirty minutes.

Of course, in other circumstances I would have not wasted more than a few seconds before mounting the luscious lass. But I had already succumbed to her twin sister's salacious charms and in only a few short hours Katie would rightly be furious if my cock failed to give full satisfaction. On the other hand, it would be churlish to humiliate Erika by rejecting her advances even if I were able to summon up enough will-power to resist the temptation to fuck this sweet girl.

So shiny beads of perspiration were already forming on my furrowed brow as her fingertips brushed against my shaft which automatically began to stir. I clenched my teeth as I desperately tried to think of a solution to this pressing problem. Dear reader, I am sure it will come as no surprise to you to learn that I was about to take the line of least resistance and fuck Erika when my reverie was shattered by a series of sharp knocks on the bedroom door.

'Come in,' called out Alexa as I dived beneath the eiderdown. I heard her exclaim: 'Hallo there, Susie! What can we do for you?'

'Not a great deal, I'm afraid,' replied out unexpected visitor. 'Unless you have brought some strong pain-killing pills with you. Poor Teddy has a frightful headache and I can't find the box of aspirin tablets which he brought with him.'

Reluctantly, I hauled myself up and my presence naturally surprised Susie who thought I was already neatly paired off with her cousin. I said to her sheepishly: 'Ah, you'll find a bottle of Professor Mulliken's aspirins in the drawer of my bedside table. If Teddy swallows two of these now he will hopefully be fit again by dinner time.'

'Thank you, Andrew,' she replied and I mumbled: 'I'd be grateful if you would say nothing to Katie about finding me here. There's no time now to explain but there is a good reason why-'

'Of course there is,' Susie cut in frostily. 'And it isn't very difficult to know precisely what that reason is-honestly, you men! Look, I'll just give those aspirins to Teddy and then I'll come back here and you can explain to me exactly why you are in bed with two naked girls-though I can't see why any further explanation is needed!'

She swept out of the room. I groaned: 'Oh God, that's torn it. Katie will have my guts for garters, if you understand this colloquial phrase.'

The puzzled twins were familiar with the idiom but they were curious to know why Katie should be so cross with me. 'She's not a jealous kind of girl and the three of us have often shared boyfriends,' said Erika. I smiled wanly as I confessed to her how I had promised Katie that I would save myself for a bedroom romp with her that night.

'Well, if that's all that's the matter, you should certainly beg her forgiveness for breaking your word,' Alexa declared roundly. 'But you can also inform her that your cock will have fully recovered from poking me this afternoon. As the English proverb puts it, practice makes perfect.'

'Yes, I suppose you're right,' I said slowly. 'Only I have my doubts as to whether we can persuade Susie to see things in the same light.'

'Let me speak to Susie,' advised Erika as she winked at her sister, 'I think I can persuade her not to tell Katie about your little indiscretion.'

'Can you?' I said hopefully. She chuckled: 'Don't worry, Andrew, you can safely leave it to me. I'm sure that she'll agree to keep our secret after I've finished with her.'

Perhaps I should have guessed what Erika's plan might be, but in all honesty I hadn't a clue as to what she had in mind when Susie returned and informed us that Teddy had taken his pills and was now sleeping peacefully. Then she perched herself on the foot of the bed and continued: 'Now then, Andrew, what do you have to say for yourself?'

I drew breath but Erika chipped in before I could speak and said brightly: 'Oh, never mind about him, Susie, did you know that Jack Dennison has a truly enormous cock? It isn't the longest I've ever seen but the shaft is so thick that I could hardly cram it into my mouth when I sucked him off.'

'Is that so?' said Susie with interest. 'Well, I can tell you that Teddy Carmichael is also very well-endowed although his prick isn't particularly thick. But he was poking me quite beautifully this afternoon until the poor boy suddenly contracted a blinding headache and neither of us even managed a single cum before we had to stop.'

Erika tsk-tsked sympathetically and said: 'What a dreadful shame! But then, even the best cocks can prove to be unreliable and I've always said it's just as well that we girls don't have to rely on men to bring us off or we would be permanently frustrated.'

'What do you mean by that?' demanded Susie. Erika lifted her arms to sweep some stray tresses of hair from her face, an action which lifted her breasts, and she stroked her prominent nipples as she replied: 'Take off your clothes, come here next to me and I'll show you exactly what I mean.'

'My dear, I think I already have a fair notion of what you have in mind,' said Susie drily. But nevertheless she kicked off her shoes and stood up as she started to unbutton her skirt.

Of course, my cock began to thicken up whilst I watched the pretty girl disrobe and this process was speeded along by Alexa who reached down to stroke my swelling shaft under the cover of the eiderdown. Susie undressed quickly, although even before she rolled down her knickers I had a throbbing hard-on as I feasted my eyes on her delectable naked figure. The Danish girls murmured their admiration of her slender, lithe body whilst she caressed her proud uplifted breasts before moving her hands down to the base of her flat dimpled belly and the thatch of brown curls which covered her Venus mound.

Alexa and I squeezed up to make room for her as she slipped into bed beside Erika who replaced Susie's hands with her own as she smoothed her palm over this inviting moist bush of cunney hair. Erika threw back the eiderdown and then moved one hand upwards to rub Susie's erect tawny nipples as she breathed: 'What a glorious little notch you have, darling! You must let me pay homage to its beauty.'

'Erika, stop it at once, that's extremely naughty of you,' Susie scolded her. But she made no attempt to move Erika's hand when the Danish girl placed it firmly on the fluffy fuzz of light brown cunney hair which shielded Susie's pouting pussey lips.

'Naughty but nice,' concurred Erika as she pulled open Susie's cunney lips and gently rubbed her knuckles back and forth across the entrance to her moistening slit. This insistent frigging of her sensitive quim soon made Susie change her tune. In no time she was purring with pleasure as she lay back on the pillow and let the tingling waves of ecstasy sweep through her trembling body.

'Oh yes, please bring me off, you wicked thing,' she sighed and began wriggling with delight when Erika eased first one and then a further two fingers into her cunt, sliding them in and out of Susie's sticky honeypot at an ever-quickening pace.

Erika moved herself up over the writhing girl, still keeping her busy fingers working relentlessly inside Susie's sopping pussey whilst they exchanged a passionate open-mouthed kiss. My cock shot up to bursting point when Susie rolled over onto her side and I saw her dimpled buttocks tense as Erika toyed with her clitty. I grasped hold of my shaft to position my knob in between her gorgeous little dimpled bum cheeks.

'Aaaaah! Aaaaah!' shrieked Susie in blissful agony as she was brought to the very brink of a cum by Erika's skilful finger-fucking. Her cries of delight were so loud that only Alexa could have heard the opening and closing of the bedroom door. She tapped me on the shoulder and giggled, 'Andrew, turn over and say hallo to our visitor.'

'Oh no,' I muttered softly, for my first thoughts were that the newcomer must be Katie who had come in and caught me threshing around in bed with her cousin and the twins. I groaned in despair as I heaved myself over to face the music. However, to my great and perhaps undeserved relief, it was not Katie standing beside us with a thunderous frown on her face but none other than Ian Pethick who must have managed to escape from his guided tour of the old church at Upper Chagford-and from his wide-eyed look at what he had missed, Ian was now desperate to make up for lost time!

'It took me half an hour to get away, but I hope I'm not too late to join in,' panted the missing guest. On receiving a chorus of approval, he began tearing off his clothes as Erika generously rolled off Susie to let him finish fucking the lovely girl who was trembling with lust. Ian yanked down his drawers and his quivering shaft stood sky-high, slamming up against his belly as he ran round the bed and jumped in next to Susie who sat up and took hold of the throbbing tool that stood up so eagerly before her.

'Give him a good suck to begin with,' advised Alexa. Susie nodded as she bent forward and began licking his hairy scrotum, flicking the tip of her tongue around the wrinkled pink-skinned sack. Ian gurgled his appreciation when Susie opened her lips wide and crammed both his balls inside her mouth, gently sucking them as he wordlessly gasped out his delighted excitement.

Susie was also clearly enjoying herself, although after a while she released him and held the uncapped dome crown of his cock in front of her face. She washed her tongue over the smooth surface of his bell-end before stuffing the rubicund helmet back between her lips. Then she gobbled about half of his thick blue-veined truncheon into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down his cock whilst Ian clutched her head in his hands as Susie slurped uninhibitedly on her fleshy lollipop.

The delectable little minx paused for a moment and with her mouth filled with Ian's pulsing prick, she looked up at him as if to enquire whether he was enjoying this delicious tonguing.

'Carry on, don't stop!' Ian croaked out. She smiled and wet her lips before resuming her work, running her tongue along Ian's shaft as her head dipped back and forth. When it became clear that he was about to cum, she gripped the base of his cock and sucked and swallowed even faster whilst she tickled him under his balls to speed the flow. Almost immediately, a stream of creamy jism erupted into Susie's mouth and Ian's prick bucked uncontrollably as she held his knob lightly between her teeth. Alexa, Erika and I looked on admiringly as she managed to gulp down every drop of his spunky ejaculation, lapping around the bulging knob and licking up the last salty drops from his shrinking shaft.

'Now you can fuck me,' Susie breathed. But Ian had spent so copiously that he was unable to achieve another hard-on despite the other two girls giving her a helping hand in kissing, rubbing and sucking his drooping prick.

However, my cock was in a state of avid, unbridled lust. I crawled behind Susie and parted her peachy bum cheeks with my hands to insert my bursting boner below them. As the tip of my bell-end touched her cunney lips, Susie turned her head and when our lips met in a burning kiss, she drew my tongue into her mouth and cleverly wiggled her bottom so that I was able to embed my knob deep inside her juicy cunt.

With a passionate jolt of our loins, my eight-and-a-half inch shaft was fully sheathed. She cried out with glee as I began to fuck her and our hips worked away in unison. How tightly her sopping slit clasped my cock! We gloried in each tremendous thrust while her love juices dripped upon my balls as they slapped against the backs of her thighs.

Our voluptuous fucking fired the other girls up so much that they tried again to stiffen Ian's flaccid shaft. Alas, his cock was hors de combat and so Erika rolled her sister onto her back and began to tongue Alexa's ear whilst she pressed her taut nipples between her fingers. Then she dipped her face quickly down to Alexa's soft nest of flaxen pussey hair and this excited the other girl almost beyond endurance.

Dipping her face close, Erika inhaled the heady aroma of an aroused cunney. Then she began to lick out her sister's snatch, forcing her tongue inside the quivering wet love tunnel, sliding it up and down the slit, pushing and probing as Alexa rubbed herself off against her lips.

Naturally, this stimulating sight affected us and Susie threw back her head in sheer ecstasy, tossing her mane of glossy hair over her shoulders as she urged me to drive my cock deeper and deeper. With her rounded bum cheeks cupped in my palms, she writhed savagely whilst my sinewy shaft rammed in and out of her dripping honeypot.

'Y-e-s-s-s! Y-e-s-s-s! Y-e-s-s-s!' she screamed and I could feel the throbbing of Susie's cunney muscles increase to spasm point. When she finally spent with shuddering cries of release, within seconds great gushes of jism spurted out of my twitching tool and creamed every nook and cranny of Susie's clingy quim. We collapsed down together in each other's arms and I grinned when I saw that Ian Pethick's todger had regained all of its former strength and was standing up to attention between his wiry thighs.

'Better late than never,' exclaimed Alexa when Ian moved round on his knees behind her. She felt him duplicate my actions with Susie and push his newly erect prick between her bum cheeks. 'You can smear some cold cream on your cock and go up my arse, if you like. Don't be shy, I really have a fancy to be bum-fucked.'

Erika passed him a jar from the side table next to the bed. Ian greased his tool and then directed his knob towards the tiny starfish-shaped rosette of Alexa's rear dimple. At first she gave a little yelp of discomfort but the cold cream worked like a charm and she wriggled her arse until Ian's cock was safely inside her back passage. For a brief moment he rested and then, taking a deep breath, he threw his arms around Alexa's waist and frigged her cunney whilst he began to plunge his prick in and out of the now-widened rim of her puckered little arsehole.

This double stimulation made Alexa squeal as she squirmed under the surging strokes of his shaft and she cried out joyfully: 'A-h-r-e! A-h-r-e! I'm cumming, Ian. I'm cumming! Empty your balls in my backside, you randy rascal!'

Her love juices flowed freely as Ian flooded her bottom with a copious discharge of sticky seed and continued to work his prick to and fro until, with an audible 'pop', he unplugged his cock from her bum-hole.

The insatiable girls were ready to carry on with this orgy but I pleaded the absence of time for we all still had to bathe and change into our evening clothes. True as this was, masculine pride caused me to omit the other reason for finishing this glorious bout of fucking- which was that Ian and I were frankly exhausted from our labours!

So the pair of us slid out of the bed and started to dress ourselves whilst the girls continued to play with each other, with Erika and Susie rubbing their pussies together while Alexa climbed on top of Susie's back and brought herself off by frigging her ditty with her left thumb and forefinger and Susie's cunney with the fingers of her right hand.

'I've always maintained that the fellow who said that women were the weaker sex was a damned fool,' I whispered to Ian who gave a throaty chuckle as he pulled on his trousers and nodded: 'Yes, though I feel our pricks both performed with distinction.

'Come to my room for a drink and I'll explain why, old boy,' he added quietly. Frankly, I was rather surprised to hear Ian make this slightly self-satisfied comment for whilst I was happy enough with my own efforts, he had been unable to fuck Susie after she had sucked him off — not that my own cock had been an unwilling substitute! On the other hand, he did manage to summon enough strength to cork Alexa's arse, so I dare say his prick deserved its accolade-although I thought than an assessment that gave it a 'very satisfactory' mark would have been more appropriate.

Therefore I accepted Ian Is invitation as I was curious to hear the reason for his apparent complacency. 'I can't stay too long though, tempus fugit,' I added as I followed him up the stairs to his second-floor bedroom.

'Of course, it would be most rude to Katie if we were late after being specifically requested to come downstairs by half-past seven,' he concurred as he waved me to a chair and pointed to a small cluster of bottles on his sideboard. 'Now, will you join me in a whisky and soda or would you like a cognac or a glass of a fairly good claret?'

I said that I needed to keep a clear head for the evening's entertainment and that truthfully I would prefer a mineral water. 'Then that's what you shall have, my dear chap,' Ian said lightly as he waved me to a chair whilst he poured out a glass of fizzy Apollinaris which he handed to me before mixing himself a large whisky and ginger ale.

'Cheers!' he said as he sat down opposite me. He chuckled as he sipped his drink and said to me: 'You know, Andrew, I'm quite an avid reader. I must get through at least two novels a week and sometimes I get rather cross when the plot turns on what I consider to be unlikely coincidences.'

'Yes, indeed,' I agreed warmly, 'I ploughed through a daft detective story last week which hinged on the hero's girlfriend being able to remember a scar on the murderers face when she saw him having breakfast with her uncle three years later in the dining room of the Hotel Crillon in Paris.'

Ian smiled: 'Precisely so-and yet strange coincidences do occur, as I can testify from what happened to me this afternoon. Now, I'm sure that Jack Dennison and the twins must have told you how I was dragged off by Reverence Ridout who wanted to show me some interesting features of his church. Quite honestly, I should have been more forceful with him because I would far rather have spent the time in a romp with those gorgeous Danish girls!

'But before I could think of an excuse to refuse him, I found myself walking to Upper Chagford with the vicar. He was burbling on about his seventeenth century pews and pulpit when we heard the pitter-patter of the approach of another traveller. We stopped and turned to see a pretty girl hurrying towards us. She was dressed for the heat of the afternoon in a linen blouse and a white tennis dress which barely reached more than an inch or two below the knees of her uncovered legs.'

He leaned forward and added emphatically: 'And when I say she was pretty, I really mean it. She was a lovely rosy-cheeked girl of about eighteen with a saucy little nose and pouting lips. When she came up to us my heart started to pound as I watched the clearly visible heaving of her proud young breasts while she recovered from her exertions.

'Obviously, this entrancing creature was known to Reverend Ridout for he said to tier affably: “Heather, my dear! Is something wrong? I saw you only half an hour ago cycling along the track to General Goldstone's fields with your portable easel and a box of paints strapped to the back of the bicycle. Dear me, I trust this luggage did not affect your steering and cause a collision with the General and Mrs. Goldstone who often take a short constitutional round their grounds after tea.”

'Two delectable dimples appeared on either side of her sweet mouth when she replied: “No, the easel weighs very little as it is made out of bamboo and I reached my destination without any difficulty. But I do have a problem because Anthony Goldstone was supposed to meet me at half-past four sharp but he hasn't showed up.”

'Reverend Ridout turned to me and quietly murmured: “Miss Colchester is referring to General Goldstone's eldest son who is studying to become a veterinary surgeon. Anthony is an extremely clever young chap but I'm afraid he's well-known for being rather absent-minded.”

The dimples vanished as the girl said crossly: “I can certainly see how he acquired that reputation, vicar. He's let me down badly because I need to complete my portfolio which must be sent with my application to study art at Girton College and Anthony was supposed to sit for me this afternoon.”

'“Well, can I be of any assistance?” I asked her. “I've an hour or so to spare and if all I have to do is sit still, I'll be happy to be of service.”

'She looked across at me and her dimples reappeared as she answered: “How very kind of you, Mr., um-” and the vicar explained: “Oh, do forgive me, my dear, I should have introduced you-Mr. Pethick, this is Miss Heather Colchester who lives at Hinckley Grange, just a mile up the road on the outskirts of Chagford. Heather, may I present Mr. Ian Pethick who is staying at Judson Manor for a few days.”

'We shook hands and I said to Reverend Ridout with as much regret as I could muster that I would have to look over the church at some other time.

'“By all means, Mr. Pethick,” he said kindly. “After all, one has a duty to help a damsel in distress.”

'I was pleased that he did not feel too badly about my unexpected departure. Heather and I chatted in a friendly fashion as we walked back to where she was supposed to have met her missing model and a very nice spot it was too, a secluded glade surrounded by a forest of trees. Heather had brought a Thermos flask and whilst we refreshed ourselves with a cool drink of ginger beer, she explained to me why it was so important for her to complete her portfolio of sketches.

'“Is there Still much prejudice against women artists?” I enquired. Heather gave a wry smile as she replied: “As much as there ever was, unfortunately. There is still a bar on women at several meeting places such as art clubs or, heaven forbid, becoming pupils for lectures on figure studies at many studios.

So I am especially grateful to you for offering to sit for me this afternoon. Gosh! I can hardly wait to begin! If you've finished your ginger beer, I'll get out the sheet from my saddle-bag which you can put your clothes on whilst you get undressed.”

'“Get undressed?” I repeated blankly. “Why should I do that?”

'“Well, how else can I draw the undraped male figure?” she retorted. Seeing the shocked look on my face she sighed: “Oh, Ian, you're not going to let me down as well, are you? I'm sure that Anthony didn't simply forget to come but took fright at the last minute. Heaven knows why, he might not have such a strapping figure as you but I'm sure that there is no part of his body which he should want to hide.”

'So this was why Heather had been so effusively grateful when I proffered my services as an artist's model! However, I decided it would be caddish to go back on my word and I said slowly: “Go and get the sheet for me, I shan't let you down.”

'“Oh, thank you, Ian!” she cried excitedly as she ran over to the bicycle which was propped up against a nearby willow tree. Nevertheless, I still hesitated. Sensing my modesty, she spread out the sheet and then said encouragingly: “Come on, Ian, there's really nothing to it. Look, if it makes you feel less inhibited, I'll take off my blouse and skirt. It's so nice and warm that I'll feel more comfortable working in just a chemise.”

'This ploy neatly closed off any avenues of retreat. I sat down on the stump of a felled oak and removed my shoes and socks. Then I shyly turned round and slipped off my jacket, shirt and vest before unhooking my belt and pulling down my trousers and underpants together and slowly stepping out of them. Stark naked, I turned back to see Heather had indeed taken off her top clothes and was clad only in a camisole over which the swell of her creamy breasts was all too visible. I had to begin a fierce concentration on the conjugation of an irregular Latin verb to prevent my prick from stiffening up there and then!

'Heather said nothing as she chose a charcoal pencil from her case before asking me to go over and lean against the willow tree and to keep as still as possible. I complied with this request and, surprisingly enough, the fact that I was standing in front of her in a state of complete nudity soon began to fade in importance. She chatted away gaily as she worked and complemented me by saying: “Your body is well suited to a figure study, Ian. You have the necessary striking physique and, more importantly, you exude the confident pose of a man who believes himself able to surmount any obstacles that might occur in the future-not just through brute physical strength but by the sheer force of your personality.

'“Now, please try to stay perfectly still as I want to capture a clear-cut profile of your face with that proud look of determination stamped upon your brow,” she continued as she put the final touches to the sketch which she then tore off the large pad of paper set up on her easel. She placed it face down upon her case.

'When Heather had finished three further sketches, she thanked me again for my patience and said that she was very satisfied with what she had managed to do. Naturally, I could hardly wait to walk across and see what likenesses of me she had committed to posterity. But Heather stepped forward and, placing her hand on “my chest, she said: “No, Ian, I would rather you didn't see these rough outlines. But if you write down your address, I'll gladly send a finished portrait to you.”

'I must have looked very disappointed because she looked at me with a mischievous gleam in her eyes and added: “Never mind, Ian, you'll just have to wait for a week or two. Meanwhile, though, I would like to give you a little present for helping me. Perhaps something along these lines appeals to you?” '

Ian gulped down the rest of his whisky and exclaimed: 'Andrew, I could hardly believe what happened next, but I promise you that this lovely young girl then reached out with her hand and began stroking my cock! This instantly made my shaft swell up to a pulsing erection as she allowed her fingers to trace a path around and underneath my balls.

'“Oh, I say,” I gasped as she closed her fist around my burgeoning boner, sliding her fingers along its length as she dropped to her knees. With an impudent grin on her face she looked up at me and said: “Say what, Ian? How nice it is to feel me frigging your big cock with my hand?”

'Trembling with joy, a wordless growl escaped from my throat as Heather licked her lips and went on: “Well, if you think that feels good, tell me what you make of this.”

'With that, she leaned forward. Her pink tongue shot out and licked my shaft from tip to base and back again. I clung to Heather's tousled mop of curls as she planted a series of butterfly kisses on my rampant rammer. Then she opened her mouth wide and jammed my tool inside its delicious wetness. Her head bobbed up and down wildly and when she rolled her tongue cunningly around my knob I could feel the playful bite of her pearly teeth as she nipped the sensitive cockflesh.

'My prick began to twitch and Heather began swallowing in anticipation as she waited for the gush of creamy cum to come spurting out of my knob. “H-a-a-r-g-h!” I cried out as I filled her mouth with a fountain of hot sticky jism and she gulped down every last salty drop, licking my helmet until my cock softened under her tongue.

'Then she pulled back her head and, wiping her lips across the back of her hand, Heather hauled herself to her feet and said: “So what's the verdict, Ian? Which way do you prefer to be brought off?”

'I replied that, whilst having one's prick frigged in her clenched fist was most enjoyable, any man would tell her that being sucked off was a truly heavenly experience. She nodded her agreement and said with some slight pique in her voice: “Yes, I've often heard similar sentiments expressed by other boys, but for some reason they start to make all kinds of excuses when I suggest that they should return the compliment by kissing my pussey.”

'“Well, you won't find me passing up such an opportunity,” I replied with a gruff laugh. “I would be delighted to lick out your juicy little notch.”

'“And I would be more than happy for you to do so,” she rejoined as she stepped into her skirt. “But not here, even though it's lovely to fuck in the open air-but it would be too shaming if General Goldstone found us in a compromising position! Mind you, knowing the General, he would probably just drop his trousers and ask to join in the fun!”

'Anyhow, I've arranged to meet Heather tomorrow afternoon at her house,' concluded Ian triumphantly. 'Her parents will be out and she says that the servants can be relied on not to tell any tales.'

So it was now clear why the Pethrick prick deserved the praise heaped upon it by its owner! 'My word, you're a lucky chap. You had better not plan anything too strenuous tomorrow morning because I have a notion that none of us are going to get much sleep tonight,' I observed mildly. After finishing my glass of fizzy water I added that I had to be on my way. But as I walked to the doorway I suddenly turned back: 'Just one thing, Ian. Why did you bring me here and tell me this admittedly absorbing tale?'

He shrugged his shoulders and grinned: 'That's a good question, Andrew. Have you heard the story about old Mr. Cohen who goes rushing into St Mary's Church and gasps out to his friend, Pete Murphy: “Brendan, Brendan, you won't credit it but a beautiful young girl walked into my workshop early this morning, stripped off all her clothes, bent over the table and I fucked her doggie-style. Then half an hour later her sister came in, pulled off my trousers and gave me a wonderful gobble!”

'“Abie! Abie!” the priest reproaches him. “Why are you telling me all this? You're not even a Catholic.” And Mr. Cohen replies: “I know, I know, but I just had to tell somebody!” '

I guffawed at this witty anecdote as I waved goodbye to Ian. I marched back to my room where I showered and shaved before donning my dinner jacket suit that I had recently sent to my tailor to be altered and that had been sent back to me only the previous week. Inside one of the pockets was a note from Mr. Elbaum which read:

Dear Mr. Scott,

Here's your dinner jacket suit back which I hope you will continue to wear in good health. The jacket's fine, all I had to do was give it a good press, but I've had to let out the waist of the trousers by a couple of inches. My wife Ada says that you should watch your weight, Mr. Scott, you don't want to end up with a big belly like some of our other clients. Tell him to take more exercise, she says, but if the letter and photographs from a certain young lady which my son Maxie found in your trousers pocket is anything to go by, you would be better off taking it easy for a while.

Don't worry, I've thrown them all on the fire and you'll never hear a word about them again from me although Maxie wants me to tell you that should this young lady ever require a nice pair of knickerbockers, he will make them for her at below cost price.

Respectfully yours,

Sam Elbaum

PS. I'm sure you will agree that one favour deserves another and I'd be much obliged if you would kindly settle your account by the end of the month.

Gritting my teeth, I carefully tore up Mr. Elbaum's message into little pieces before dropping them into the waste-paper basket. How foolish it had been of me to keep such a personal letter, let alone those explicit photographs from Lady Cassandra Gossborough. She had sent them to me the day after we had made some private music together in her bedroom following a recital by the noted Russian violinist Herschel

Motkalevitch and the London Symphony Orchestra at the Royal Albert Hall.

I should explain that Lady Cassie is a keen and knowledgeable camerawoman. By the use of an ingenious delayed exposure mechanism, she had been able to take a series of excellent photographs of the pair of us entwined in a 'sixty-nine' with her open mouth crammed with my cock and my tongue sliding across her pouting cunney lips.

And, to cap it all, if these prints were not damning enough, she had also sent me a detailed billet doux about how she would like to be fucked when I came round for tea in two weeks' time.

However, to be fair to Lady Cassie, it was hardly surprising that she was desperate for a good fuck because Sir Horatio Gossborough spent more time supervising his vast financial interests in South Africa than at home with his wife. As I remarked to Teddy Carmichael the morning after the concert, it was probably the first time that she had had a stiffie between her legs since Sir Horatio had left London on his latest voyage back in April. Teddy looked doubtful and said that it was an open secret in Society circles that the very next evening after her husband's departure, Lady Cassie dined with Count Gewirtz of Galicia at his house in Green Street, Mayfair and did not return home until the following afternoon.

Well, at least the letter and photographs had been consigned to the flames, I muttered to myself whilst I pulled out my fountain pen and chequebook from my case to settle Mr. Elbaum's account. The tailor was an honourable man but I put my cheque without further delay into an envelope on which I scrawled his address because I reasoned that it would be stupid to try Sam's patience and keep him waiting for his three guineas.

It was seven twenty-five by the time I had finished dressing and I hurried down the staircase, pausing only to give Fielding instructions to post Mr. Elbaum's letter as he opened the drawing-room door for me.

'Ah, there you are, Andrew!' called out Katie who looked adorable in a blue cashmere dress. The swell of her beautiful breasts was accentuated by the daringly low-cut gown. 'You've just time for a glass of Buck's Fizz before dinner.'

Hobart stepped forward with a tray from which I took a glass. Looking round at the assembled company, I raised it and toasted my fellow guests. 'Bottoms up, everybody,' I declared, a remark which left Ian and Jack the task of explaining that I was not being rather rude!

Fielding re-entered the room and announced in sonorous tones that dinner was served. I had time only to see that Susie was wearing a black gown with a similarly revealing decolletage as were the Danish twins who had decided to tease us by choosing identical emerald green dresses. This made it almost impossible for the rest of us to tell them apart as the girls rose to be escorted into the dining room.

Assuming I was talking to Alexa, who incidentally was the eldest by fifteen minutes of the stunning Scandinavian sisters, I said to the ravishing blonde who was standing next to me, 'Your sister and you both look lovely in you pretty dressed but please forgive me if I address you as Erika by mistake.'

However the gorgeous girl took the wind out of my sails by replying with a wide smile: 'Andrew, I would be more annoyed if you called me anything else but Erika because that is my name.'

'Oh dear, how foolish of me to make such a mistake,' I said in no little confusion, but the other girl wagged a reproving finger at her sister as she scolded her. 'Alexa, it's very naughty to tease poor Andrew like that, I shall have to punish you for being so naughty after dinner.'

'Is that a promise?' asked Alexa unblushingly as she took the arm of Ian Pethick to escort her into the dining room. Katie slipped her arm inside mine and we led the party into the dining room.

'Hurry up, Andrew, I'm feeling quite ravished,' she said to me and I smiled: if that's so, how will you be feeling after dinner, my poppet?'

'Well fucked I hope,' she responded quietly and I almost choked with laughter as we strode out into the hall. By the time we reached the dining room I could hear the familiar sound of champagne corks popping and the eight of us-Katie and myself, Susie and Teddy, Alexa and Ian, Erika and Jack enjoyed this superb repast prepared by Mrs. Matlock:

Croutes de Caviare

Creme d'Asperges

Filets de Sole a la Toulouse

Selle D 'Agneau

Jambon de York

Canetons aux Petits Pois

Baba au Rhum

Baverois aux Fruits et Glaces

Fielding and the retinue of footmen served champagne and fine wines throughout the meal and I must confess that Katie's parents would have considered our behaviour around the table more than a shade too boisterous for polite Society even before the footmen had cleared the table and retired to the servants' hall to gossip over a well-earned cup of tea.

For example, Katie had placed herself on my right and Erika was sitting on my left with Jack Dennison next to her. The glass of '02 Chateau d'Yquem dessert wine trembled in my hand when I glanced towards them and saw that the lissome girl had brazenly undone Jack's fly buttons and her fingers were now busy fumbling inside his trousers. With a flourish, she brought out his thick throbbing truncheon which stood stiffly to attention as Erika began to jerk her hand up and down his swollen shaft. Jack gurgled with delight as the touch of her artful fingers sent shivers of pleasure running through his entire frame.

Meanwhile, Teddy had risen to his feet and asked for quiet as he wished to recite a poem he had composed in honour of Susie, 'a fair English rose whose beauty is unparalleled in town or country', which he would now read aloud to the assembled noble company.

To a round of applause, he took a sheet of paper out of his pocket and declaimed:

Come Susie dear! now lay your body down

Upon my naked belly white,

Now rapture soon will embrace my crown:

This is the path to true delight.

Flowers bloom their brightest there.

Unknown fragrance fills the air.

Come, sweet Susie, grant my prayer

Kneeling I make to thee!

A pretty blush coloured Susie's cheeks whilst we gave Teddy a rousing standing ovation which was enlivened by the inevitable consequence of Erika's frigging Jack's gigantic cock. For she had not released his tool from her grasp when he rose to cheer Teddy's poetic prowess and had continued to rub her hand even more vigorously up and down his hot hard shaft. So, just as everyone else turned their attention to gape at this public tossing-off, a miniature fountain of white froth jetted out of the top of his bulbous knob in a looping arc directly into a bowl of fresh fruit salad that had been set on the table in front of him.

There was a stunned silence for a moment or two and then Katie said coolly: 'Jack, how kind of you to flavour the fruit with your tangy jism. I'm sure it now tastes quite delicious. Would you kindly ladle some out on a plate for me?'

Her remark was greeted by a roar of laughter. I turned round to him and said: 'I say, Jack, why don't you and Erika entertain us properly with a full show of l ' arte de faire l'amour?'

'Quite right, Andrew, what a splendid idea!' exclaimed Teddy heartily. 'But I'll wager a fiver that he hasn't the nerve to fuck Erika on that Turkish rug in front of the fireplace.'

'You're on, my friend, this will be the easiest fiver I've ever earned,' scoffed Jack as he stood up and began pulling off his clothes. But Susie said thoughtfully: 'Jack, don't count your chickens before they hatch. For are you certain that you can cum again so quickly?'

He grinned wickedly at her and answered: 'I don't see why not, so long as Erika is happy to give me a helping hand, so to speak.'

'Of course I will,' said the wanton girl. She bent forward and, peeling back his foreskin, licked up the remaining dribbles of spunk which glistened on Jacks knob. Then she took his shaft back into her fist while he continued to undress and in no time at all she had cajoled his cock back up to its former majestic height.

Erika now swiftly disrobed. My cock swelled up immediately at the sight of the blonde's naked charms as she and Jack walked across to the fireplace. No doubt Ian and Teddy were similarly experiencing the difficulty of finding space for their stiffstanders inside their trousers as I murmured to Katie about what exquisitely firm, uptilted breasts the lucky girl possessed! It was no wonder that Jack immediately placed his hands on her pointy red nipples and tweaked them up to a fine state of erection.

Jack took all the liberties he desired with the young Danish damsel, kissing and sucking her lovely lips and then her firm yet rubbery titties as they sank down onto the crimson-and-gold Turkish rug. He knelt between her legs and rubbed his knob along her puffy pussey lips whilst she moaned with erotic ecstasy and grappled for the uncapped helmet of his shaft which she wedged inside her juicy crack.

'Roll over, Jack, I want to be on top,' Erika panted as she grabbed hold of his arms and rolled him over onto his back. Then she climbed on top of his muscular frame and speared herself on his cock which stood as stiff as a flagpole as she rode up and down upon it.

As Erika's love channel opened up to receive Jack's thrusting tool, her juices began to flow. The slick squishing of their mating aroused not only myself but other members of the party. I looked around the table to see that Teddy and Susie were locked in each other's arms whilst Ian was caressing Alexa's breasts as their mouths jammed together in an uninhibited open-mouthed kiss.

I was about to wrap my arms around Katie when she pulled back her chair and, taking my hand, pulled me over to the sideboard from which she produced a large table cloth. She said: 'Andrew, will you please move Jack and Erika whilst I lay out this cloth on the rag? My father would be fearfully angry if he returned home to find it marked by love juices.'

'I'm afraid that we may be too late,' I replied with a grin as Jack jerked his hips upwards and Erika let out a cry of satisfaction as his thick prick reamed out her tingling cunney. 'But my old chum Lord Philip Pelham swears by Professor Goulthorp's All-Purpose Cleaning Cream for removing spunky stains. If necessary, we'll have to send the chauffeur to Oxford to buy a bottle from Boots tomorrow morning.'

'That sounds like a good idea, although I might ask you to run the errand rather than entrust a servant with such a delicate purchase,' remarked Katie as the obliging couple rolled over onto the carpet to allow us to spread out the white damask cloth over the rug.

'Now we'll have to drag them back onto the table cloth,' I muttered as I slid down on my knees. However, my services were not required because, as I placed my hands on Erika's soft and warm body, she dexterously gyrated herself and her lover towards the fireplace so that by the time they were back in their original place, she was now underneath Jack. Without breaking the rhythm of this lubricious fuck, he continued to slew his sturdy shaft in and out of her juicy snatch.

Teddy and Susie came over now to watch the fun. But before I could haul myself back to my feet, Erika's hand shot out and grabbed my own stiff cock which she could see bulging out of my trousers, 'I say, steady on,' I gasped as she tore open my fly buttons. Clamping her long fingers around my pulsing prick, the salacious young miss panted out to Jack that she wanted to revert to their previous position.

'Very well,' he croaked hoarsely, glad no doubt to have the chance of a breather whilst Erika took charge of the fuck. When she had regained her former position, Jack closed his eyes and relaxed whilst she bounced gaily up and down on his quivering cock.

Now, Jack must have been tired but Erika's blood was up. She fisted her hand up and down my shaft as she panted: 'Go and stand behind me, Andrew.'

No further explanation was required. When Erika let go of my twitching tool I looked enquiringly at Katie who immediately nodded her approval for me to fulfil Erika's lewd request. So I sidled round and undressed before I cupped her jiggling bum cheeks in my hands. At once I realized that it would be impossible to insert my cock in her cunt for that happy haven was engorged with Jack's thick chopper. But the crinkled entrance to her arsehole caught my eye so I took a deep breath and prepared to bottom-fuck the lusty little vixen.

However, just as I was about to press home, Teddy came up with an open butter-dish in his hand. 'Hold on a moment, my dear chap, you should always first grease your cock before sliding it into the tradesmen's entrance.'

'Thanks, Teddy,' I mumbled as I released Erika's wiggling bum cheeks and smeared the butter over my throbbing boner, feeling ashamed at having to be reminded of a cardinal rule for this particular mode of coupling. He took the dish from me as I angled my uncapped helmet into the cleft of Erika's jouncy backside. Now I had little difficulty inserting it into the tiny entrance to the narrow sheath of her back passage.

'Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah!' the excited girl cried out as she gloried in the feeling of being fucked by two cocks at once. Then she asked us to stay still for a moment which we were happy to do. I must say how strangely enjoyable it was to feel my tool throbbing against Jack's shaft with only the thin membrane of Erika's anal canal between them.

But, as one would expect, once we resumed moving our cocks this exquisite sensation soon led to us spending. Erika let out a high-pitched yelp of delight as she received two libations of hot sticky j ism simultaneously in her cunt and her arse.

The watching spectators (Teddy and Susie had now been joined by Ian and Alexa) broke into applause spontaneously as we disentangled ourselves. Erika took our pricks in her hands and shook out the last drainings of spunk from our glistening shafts.

'Gad, that was a magnificent poke,' puffed an exhausted Jack Dennison. 'You Danish girls certainly take the biscuit when it comes to fucking.'

'Hey, there's nothing the matter with home-grown pussey!' laughed Teddy as he caressed the creamy globes of Susie's pert tits which were barely covered by the low cut bodice of her gown. She responded by sliding my chum's jacket off his shoulders whilst she whispered some words which I could not quite catch into his ear. Teddy smiled broadly and replied: 'Well, why not darling? I'm game if you are!'

It quickly became clear that the erotic exhibition we had just witnessed had made Susie receptive to the idea of being threaded there and then by Teddy's thick tool. She adroitly undid the hooks and eyes at the side of her dress until she was able to pull it to the ground. The wanton girl was wearing only a skimpy pair of tight frilly knickers and everyone stared with unabashed lust at her superb bare breasts, each crowned by a tawny nipple set in a large rounded areola. Without further ado Teddy stepped forward and took her in his arms as she tore open his shirt.

Erika, Jack and I hastily moved ourselves off the table cloth to give Susie and Teddy some room as they sank down beside us, exchanging the most ardent of kisses as he unbuttoned his flies. Out popped his straining shaft, springing up like a miniature red-bereted guardsman between his thighs.

' Wooooh!' he gurgled wildly as Susie encircled his rigid rod with her long fingers as her tousled head plummeted down to Teddy's groin. She planted a wet kiss on his balls which she cradled in her hand. Her wet tongue fluttered out and tickled the tender crown of his cock before she opened her mouth and slowly drew his shaft into her mouth.

Teddy jabbed his todger to and fro in a frenzy of excitement. Susie's tongue slithering up and down the sensitive underside of his trembling shaft quickly brought him to the brink of an orgasm.

'I'm going to cum, I can't stop!' he cried out through clenched teeth as his cock slid in and out between her rich red lips. Susie bobbed her head up and down until, with a final juddering throb, he squirted his spunky tribute down her throat.

Susie joyfully swallowed his sticky emission and Alexa thoughtfully dipped her head to help lap up the final trickle of creamy jism which dribbled out of Teddy's knob.

Now Alexa stood up and started to unbutton her dress as she said to Ian Pethick: 'Come along, my dear, by now you should have already taken off your jacket and trousers! You do want to fuck me, don't you?'

'Of course I do,' said Ian with a flustered look on his face as he sat down on the floor to unlace his shoes, it's just that I thought you might feel embarrassed about, urn-'

'Poking me in front of our friends?' Alexa said cheerfully as she lifted her skirt and peeled off her black stockings, 'I don't see why our chums shouldn't have some fun by watching us enjoy ourselves. Did you know that when he got older, there was a famous Danish playwright who regularly invited his friends to fuck his pretty wife, Beryl, who was twelve years younger than himself? She was happy enough with this arrangement for it excited her husband so much that after she had cum he fucked her with the energy of a sixteen-year-old boy.'

Ian still looked slightly doubtful but Teddy said encouragingly: 'Well, there you are, Ian, there's no need to feel shy. I've heard it said that Lord Nelson was another chap who liked a cosy threesome. He was supposed to be the author of an ode to Lady Hamilton which concludes:

'She opens her thighs without fear or dread,

And points to her sweet little crack,

Whose lips are so red and all overspread

With hair of the glossiest black.

Reclined on her breasts and clasped in her arms,

With her my best moments I spend;

And revel the more in her ravishing charms.

Because they are shared with a friend.'

As he finished the recital of this stirring verse, the nubile blonde girl pulled her chemise over her head to reveal her rounded milky-white breasts. She touched them lightly, her fingers brushing the perky nipples as she raised her arms to unloosen her hair.

This sensual movement lifted Alexa's breasts even higher, heightening the colour of the flushed pink circles which framed her erect little nipples.

The two lovely orbs of her ripe young breasts gently bumped together as she lowered her hands to wriggle out of her shiny silk knickers. Then Alexa ran her fingertips through her fluffy golden triangle of pussey hair and licked her lips as Ian yanked down his drawers to display his huge pulsating prick which stood up stiffly against his stomach.

We watched with growing interest as Alexa played with his chunky cock, sliding her hand up and down the throbbing blue-veined shaft as she sank to her knees and kissed the uncapped purple helmet. Then, with a downward lunge, she plunged it far into her mouth and started to suck it with all her might. Ian gurgled with delight and clutched her head in his hands as Alexa crammed more and more of his thick prick between her lips. She must have felt the tip of his knob touch the back of her throat, for she gagged for a moment and was forced to ease out an inch or so of Ian's throbbing tool from out of her mouth.

The rapturous feel of Alexa's wet lips slurping on his shaft swept aside any traces of Ian's previous inhibitions and he bucked to and fro as waves of ecstasy rippled through his body. He inhaled a series of deep breaths before growling a hoarse warning that he was about to spend. Alexa gently squeezed his balls as he shot his load into her mouth and-despite her frenzied attempts to swallow all his creamy j ism-a trickle of spunk rolled down her chin and dripped down onto the table cloth.

However, even though the lascivious little vixen had milked his cock so well that it now hung flaccidly over his balls, Ian nevertheless now pushed the willing girl down on her back. He slid his hands under her thighs to fondle her chubby bum cheeks whilst he pressed his lips to her inviting cherry nipples which he kissed and sucked in fine style. Then he pulled his hands away to part Alexa's thighs and bent his head down to kiss the puffy pink lips which pouted out from her golden fluffy bush of pussey hair.

Although I could not actually see his tongue flash up and down her sopping slit, Ian Pethick clearly knew how to palate a pussey for Alexa was soon shuddering with pleasure. She gasped out: 'Enough! Enough! Please fuck me with your cock now!'

He answered this heartfelt plea instantly by clambering up on her sumptuous curves. I noted with a mix of admiration and surprise how in such a short space of time Ian's shaft had stiffened up again and was pulsing furiously in his hand as he guided it into Alexa's juicy cunt.

A loud moan from the lewd pair signalled that his lusty cock had slithered into her cunney. They kissed with an intense fervour as Alexa jerked her lovely bottom up and down to absorb as much of Ian's palpitating prick as possible.

He began by pumping in and out of her squishy furrow with long, slow strokes. When he changed the pace to one of swift, short jabs I distinctly heard his balls banging against Alexa's wiggling bum cheeks as they thrashed happily away.

'Oh my God! What a gorgeous fat cock you have!' she panted as she twisted from side to side under his fierce onslaught. 'Can you feel my cunney muscles gripping your prick as it slides in and out? Yes, yes, push it in deeper, that's the way!'

Ian readily obeyed her, slewing his sinewy shaft to and fro whilst Alexa clamped her feet together behind him to keep every inch of his rampant chopper inside her luscious quim.

'Wooooh!' Ian cried out as she sensually rotated her hips and answered his powerful plunges with upward thrusts of her own.

'I'm cumming, Ian, I'm cumming!' screamed Alexa. His body tensed as, with a savage shudder, he pumped the first gush of sticky seed into her squelchy honeypot. While she clawed at his back, he discharged spurt after spurt of spunky jism into her love funnel.

We applauded the exhausted couple who lay still for a few moments until Alexa sat up and said cheerfully: 'Thank you, Ian, that was a glorious fuck!'

'Thank you, Alexa,' he panted with a weak smile as he looked down on his limp shaft which had shrivelled up and lay limply on his thigh, 'I hope you will let me fuck you again a little later on if Mr. Pego here can be persuaded to come out of hiding.'

A soft hand now slithered across my waist from behind to stroke my own pulsing erection. Katie's sweet voice whispered in my ear: 'Andrew, I think I can now leave my other guests to their own devices so let's retire upstairs to my bedroom.

'To be honest, I can hardly wait to be threaded by your lovely cock after watching everyone else screw themselves silly!'

The words were scarcely out of her sweet lips before I had taken hold of her hand. I guided her towards the door which I opened as I called out: 'Goodbye for now, everybody. Katie and I will see you later.'

'Where are you off to, as if I couldn't guess?' exclaimed Susie. Katie riposted: 'To be well fucked, for I have every hope of a grandstand performance by Andrew's beautiful prick. Apart from bum-fucking Erika, he has been saving himself for my cunney this evening.'

I hastily pulled her out of the room before the other girls could enlighten her on where my cock had been sheathed in the Danish twins' bedroom before dinner. So, despite the fact that I was stark naked and Fielding and the other servants were still on duty, I threw caution to the winds and rushed headlong up the stairs to her bedroom where I hugged the delicious girl tightly. Katie responded by raining eager kisses all over my face whilst I traced the circle of her mouth with my tongue which slid between her lips as she swiftly began to pull off her clothes.

I slowly stroked my throbbing tool whilst Katie deftly undressed herself. When she was also nude we staggered across to the bed where we exchanged a wildly passionate kiss. Then we fell upon the soft mattress and I let my hand move across her flat belly. My fingertips entangled themselves in the delicate tangle of chestnut curls which covered her delectable pussey mound.

With deliberate gentleness, I slid my hand all over Katies hairy muff, enjoying the rub of her soft pussey hair on my skin. With my fingers pressed firmly on each side of her slit, I drew the yielding puffy love lips apart. She squirmed from side to side when I jabbed my thumb directly inside her juicy honeypot.

'O-h-h-h!' Katie moaned. She wriggled with delight when I now also piloted two fingers into her dripping wet cunt. But it was my thumb that she made her principal instrument of pleasure, rubbing her fleshy clitoris against it until her juicy cumbud protruded out of her pussey like a tiny cock.

Katie was clearly enjoying being finger-fucked in this fashion so much that I stretched her cunney lips a little wider apart. My fingers were instantly drawn deeper inside her quim as she drove me on to frig her with increasing urgency.

Now I moved my body downwards and she twisted her thighs around my head when I pressed my mouth to her luscious quim. I imprinted a long, clinging kiss on the moist chink and rubbed my nose back and forth against her clitty, inhaling the pungent cuntal aroma. Her body jerked in a frenzy of lust to meet my questing tongue as it probed her pussey, sending the sweet girl into paroxysms of delicious pleasure. With little difficulty, I soon sent Katie off into a series of heavenly spends by opening her velvet folds and playfully biting her clitty which sent fresh waves of ecstasy coursing throughout her body from the epicentre of erotic excitement between her thighs.

'H-a-a-g-h! H-a-a-g-h! H-a-a-g-h!' shrieked the glorious girl as she achieved an all-enveloping, shuddering cum which sent a deluge of cunney juice flooding into my mouth.

'Have you finished, darling?' I enquired, lifting my hips from her sopping crack. Katie's blissful sigh was answer enough so I hauled myself over her and spread her thighs with my knees as I whispered: 'Now I shall fuck you with my cock. Won't that be jolly?'

'Yes, yes, yes! I can hardly wait,' gasped Katie as she reached down to hold my pulsing prick, positioning the mushroom helmet at the entrance to her juicy honeypot. Then I pushed forward and penetrated her juicy love funnel, not stopping until my throbbing todger was fully ensconced inside Katie's slippery sheath.

'M'mm, that feels divine,' she murmured. I began fucking her in a carefully sinuous motion that ensured that my quivering cock caressed the slick walls of Katie's cunney with every luxurious stroke.

Then I reached underneath her trembling body, clasped her voluptuous cheeks with both hands and pressed the sublime young girl tightly against me as I embedded my shaft even deeper inside her sticky quim. I began to fuck her with long powerful thrusts. Now I shifted my hands up to her breasts, massaging the jiggling spheres whilst the tip of my tongue teased her nipples until they stood up in hard, pointy peaks. I pumped away until I was on the verge of orgasm.

But I quickly realized that Katie's heaving gasps indicated that she too had reached the brink. I pistoned my prick into her wet, clingy cunt just three more times before we spent together. I bucked and bounced upon the curvy contours of her soft body as I ejaculated my jism inside her.

'Did you enjoy the fuck, Andrew?' she smiled as I slumped down beside her. I panted: 'Darling, your delicious cunt has such delicate lips and gripped my cock so divinely that a couplet from Shakespeare's lost sonnet comes to

mind: 'There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet As the vale where the thighs of a pretty girl meet.'

'Thank you, my poppet, I'm most flattered-only I doubt if the Bard of Avon actually composed those lines,' giggled Katie as she gave my flaccid shaft a friendly rub. 'My own feeling is the words originated from the fertile pen of Andrew Scott or one of his friends, but let that pass. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to go downstairs and have a drink of seltzer water.'

I kissed the tip of her nose and replied: 'By all means. I'm also in need of liquid refreshment but a glass of champagne sounds far more exciting.'

She shook her tousled mop of glossy hazel hair and exclaimed in an anxious voice: 'Oh, please don't get inebriated, my angel. You will fall asleep and miss all the fun, for I have an intuition that this party will go on all night. Look, I'll slip on a robe and come with you to your room where you can put on a dressing gown before we rejoin the others. Of course, if I'm wrong, we can always come back here and continue with our own private party.'

Naturally, I concurred with this sensible suggestion. As soon as we reached the hallway it immediately became plain from the squeals of joy behind the dining-room door that the other guests had not been spending time playing ludo or snakes and ladders whilst Katie and I had been fucking ourselves silly.

Holding Katie's hand, I quietly opened the door to find that the lights had been lowered. But when Ian and one of the Danish twins (I could not see whether it was Alexa or Erika in the dim light) saw us they disentangled their naked bodies from a passionate embrace on the table cloth and Ian scrambled up on his knees. He said hoarsely: 'Oh, hallo there. Did you want us or are you looking for any of the others? Alexa and Jack went up to the billiards room and Teddy and Susie just left for his bedroom.'

I gave a little chuckle as I realized that Ian and Jack had changed partners, although our presence obviously did not bother Erika. She smiled a welcome to us as she lazily stretched out her arm and pulled a cushion off a nearby chair.

Next she ran her tongue lasciviously over her lips and kissed the domed bell-end of Ian's erect cock which stood majestically up against his lean belly with the tip pressed against his navel.

Then, using the cushion as a pillow for her head, the lissome blonde laid herself down on the carpet. In a flash Ian was on his knees in front of her, his head buried between her thighs and his hands running over her jutting breasts, tweaking the engorged tawny nipples between his fingers.

Ian showed us his skill at muff-diving. Erika was soon purring with pleasure as he kissed and sucked her pussey until the raunchy girl called out, 'Ooooh! Ooooh! Stop it, Ian, my cunney is all juiced up and ready for action. Now I want every inch of that beefy big cock of yours inside it!'

He did not reply but wordlessly hauled himself over Erika's trembling body with his stiff prick waggling in the air as he lowered himself down upon her. Their lips met in a burning kiss as he slid his shaft inside her squelchy cunt. Katie and I grinned at each other as we heard Ian's balls slap against Erika's bum-cheeks. Once his cock was fully embedded, Erika rotated her hips to absorb his throbbing tool and Ian's dimpled buttocks jerked up and down as he fucked the nubile young wench at a faster and faster pace.

'H-a-r-r! H-a-r-r! Keep pumping, Ian, I'm going to cum!' she shrieked and he gasped out breathlessly: 'Just as well, because I'm cumming too!'

A giant shudder ran through his wiry frame when the first frothy jet of jism cascaded out of his cock. Desperate to prolong the frenzied fire of fulfilment, Erika tightened the grip of her legs across his ribs as the electric orgasmic sensations crackled through every fibre of her body.

'I'm cumming, Ian, do more, do more!' she panted. Ian drew a deep breath and slewed his shaft to and fro at a great pace, creaming her cunney with spurt after spurt of spunky seed as he pistoned his prick in and out with all his might before collapsing down into her outstretched arms.

'My word, I had no idea that Ian Pethick could fuck so powerfully,' murmured Katie as we padded our way back outside into the hallway, 'I'm surprised that Alexa swopped partners with her sister-although I suppose that's being rather unfair to Jack Dennison who, I'm told, also wields a mighty member.'

'Not to worry, Katie. At this moment of time, Jack will be more concerned with how best to fuck Alexa,' I advised her as we climbed the stairs up to Teddy Carmichael's bedroom to see for ourselves what her cousin Susie and my old chum had been up to during our absence.

There we came across an erotic tableau vivant, but not the lascivious scene we had expected to find. For it was not Susie and Teddy who were locked together on the bed in the throes of a nude embrace, but Susie and Alexa!

Perhaps this should not have come as such a great shock because I had, after all, been in the Danish twins' bed whilst Erika had skilfully creamed Susie's cunney with her lips and tongue. Fortunately, there was no need to mention this to Katie who looked on with fascination at the uninhibited tribadic behaviour which was taking place in front of her.

It must be said that the girls were clearly having a fine old time without the benefit of their male partners-their mouths were glued together as they kissed long and hard whilst the blonde girl cupped Susie's perky breasts in her hands. After a while, Alexa released them to brush some stray wisps of flaxen hair from her face and began sensually caressing Susie's slender thighs, letting her hands stray into the mossy chestnut thatch of curls whilst Susie rubbed her own rosy nipples up to hardness between her fingers.

Then Susie gave a knowing smile as she stretched herself out. She parted her thighs to allow Alexa to dive down and nuzzle her lips against the inviting fluffy-brown bush of cunney hair. Susie lay perfectly still, enjoying to the full the thrilling sensation of the tip of Alexa's busy tongue twirling inside her cunt. She let out an ecstatic sigh as Alexa reamed out her sopping slit, teasing the puffy pussey lips, licking and lapping until the naughty pair had both worked themselves up into a perfect frenzy of lesbian lust.

'Woooh!' panted Susie when Alexa slid her mouth away from the English girl's juicy honeypot and substituted long, tapering fingers for lips. The salacious Scandinavian minx found the aroused Susie's swollen clitty straightaway and a wicked smile spread across her face as she tugged at it vigorously. Susie's lissome body threshed from side to side and when Alexa cunningly slid her hand beneath her bottom to slip a fingertip inside her bum-hole, Susie's back arched upwards as spasms of sensual excitement coursed through her cunt. She shrieked out her joy when her body exploded into a tremendous orgasm.

When the force of this delicious climax had finally melted away, Alexa fell upon her trembling female partner and they melted into a further passionate cuddle, their soft breasts sliding against each other and their tawny nipples rubbing together as they feverishly exchanged deep, open-mouthed kisses. Susie laid herself back once more, no doubt expecting her partner to suck her off again. But Katie pulled on my erect cock and whispered: 'Why don't you poke my pretty cousin, Andrew? Susie might like having a lovely girl like Alexa play with her pussey but I know that, if given a choice, she would definitely plump for a nice thick cock.'

'Well, I would love to fuck Susie,' I murmured. Katie chuckled: 'Well, don't stand around like a spare prick at a wedding, dear. England expects every man to do his duty!'

She pushed me forward. I stumbled towards the bed where, sure enough, Susie grabbed my cock and slid her clenched fist up and down the warm velvet shaft. Alexa generously moved over to let me take her place and make love to the ravishing girl.

'M'mmm,' purred Susie as I settled myself down on top of her soft, curvy body. My hands were instinctively drawn to her firm, creamy breasts and their taut crimson nipples and I squeezed the succulent globes whilst I moved my face towards her. Our lips and tongues brushed together in a gentle, loving kiss.

But the gentleness soon gave way to a sensual frenzy when I smoothed my hand over the flat expanse of Susie's belly and into the curly locks of silky chestnut hair which formed such an inviting hirsute triangle around her pussey. She parted her legs to allow me a view of the delectable red chink of her cunt before she sat up and kissed my twitching todger which was now pulsating furiously in expectation of the delights to come.

'What a splendid prick!' said Susie admiringly as she held my eager truncheon, 'I like this kind of well-proportioned cock which isn't too small for me to feel inside my quim or too big to take without making my pussey sore afterwards.'

I said nothing but smiled and pulled her closer to me. She responded at once to my embrace and playfully rubbed her delicious body against mine. Her mouth was at my shoulder and the tip of her head was level with my chin whilst her nipples traced tiny circles against my chest as she ground herself lustfully against me.

'H-a-r-g-h!' I growled out as I gloried in the erotic warmth emanating from this saucy little wench. My prick found its way unerringly between her legs and her pouting pussey lips brushed the tip of my knob, frigging my cock up to bursting point.

'May I ride you?' Susie enquired. When I nodded my assent she wriggled herself between my legs and, rising to her knees, she took hold of my rock-hard rod and placed it to the mark.

Then Susie pressed herself down and, effortlessly, her cunt ensheathed the entire length of my swollen shaft. She moved sideways a little before settling herself down upon me so that her bottom cheeks sat comfortably upon my thighs. When she moved her shoulders I watched in awe as her jutting breasts jiggled above me.

The gorgeous girl leaned forward and I reached up to cup her breasts in my palms, squeezing and fondling the soft fleshy globes whilst she bounced up and down on my twitching todger. Her large nipples rose up like twin projectiles as I sucked them into my mouth. Susie sighed and leaned further forward, sticking out her tongue and thrusting it deep inside my mouth whilst I moved my cock upwards in time with the downward pistoning of her hips.

'Just a second, darling,' she gasped and adjusted her position slightly so that I could now feel her silky pussey hair and erect clitty rubbing along my shaft. We matched thrust with counter-thrust until I suddenly had a great fancy to fuck Susie doggie-style. Gently ungluing my lips from hers I asked if she had any objections to being taken from behind.

'Not in the slightest,' replied the submissive young miss. Obediently she turned herself over onto her elbows and knees, raising the glorious globes of her backside high into the air. Cradling her head on her arm, she looked backwards at me through the tunnel of her parted thighs with a cheerful smile and added encouragingly: 'Go on, then, Andrew: you can stick your wicked prick up my bottom, if you like.'

This was a tempting proposal for, like her breasts, Susie's bum was beautifully divided and I did indeed briefly contemplate corking my cock into the winking little eye of her rear dimple. But below it the glistening damp hair of her pussey hung down like an inviting tropical forest so I slid my shaft beneath the cleft between her jouncy bum cheeks which I clutched in my hands as I began to fuck her juicy cunney with great relish.

Susie purred with delight as I pushed in and pulled out at a steady pace while I looked down with equal pleasure at my throbbing shaft disappearing into the crevice beneath Susie's buttocks like the glistening piston of a river steamer.

I held her firmly just below her breasts as they swayed from side to side, the pointed nipples brushing against the sheet as she lowered herself even further. Still at a deliberate steady speed, I continued to fuck the trembling girl who squealed with joy every time my cock plunged deeper and deeper into her squishy cunney.

'Faster! Faster! Faster!' she pleaded. I instantly raised the tempo- though not by too much because I was determined to make these marvellous moments last as long as possible and I wanted to savour every second of this magnificent poke. Also, I realized that, in all probability, Katie would shortly require my services as might one or indeed both of the luscious blonde Danish twins.

So I closed my eyes and tried to keep a tight control over my balls which were already threatening to send a gush of spunky cream hurtling out through my cock. However, try as I might, the divine sensations of reaming Susie's slippery love channel soon finished me off: a strangled cry escaped from my lips as I was forced to surrender to the delicious familiar feeling of an approaching spend. My balls tightened as, swollen with seed, they slapped against the back of Susie's thighs. I took a deep breath and began what I imagined would be the final series of powerful thrusts inside her juicy cunt.

However, Susie had sensed that the end was near for she suddenly lay down flat. Without pausing, I sank my cock deep inside her but the clever little miss did not clamp her legs together. Instead, she opened her legs even wider which allowed me to move my knob around inside her quim, plumbing any hidden nook or cranny that I had not previously touched with my straining shaft.

Her love juices were now pouring out of her pussey as the first unstoppable surge of spunk coursed its way through my cock and burst out into her welcoming love funnel. This set Susie off and the lithe girl twisted in exquisite torment as her body was racked by huge shudders when the force of her own cum rippled out of her sated pussey.

She rose to meet me as I rammed home my spurting shaft again and again. My balls banged against the back of her thighs as a tide of blissful relief slowly ebbed through me.

Gradually I slowed the pace of the fuck and, as the last irregular spasms shook my body, Susie gave a shriek of triumph and with one final convulsive heave lay very still in a dead faint, her arms and legs splayed out, only her breasts still jiggling from the experience of our exhausting mutual climax.

In sudden terror I rolled off her limp body. But her eyes quickly opened and Susie stared over her shoulder up at my face as her tongue snaked out and licked up a drop of moisture at the comer of her mouth. Then she rolled over and lay back again. As her hand roamed over her pussey to investigate the wetness there, she said softly: 'Oh darling, that was simply stupendous. You must promise to fuck me again before dawn.'

Now I have yet to meet the man who is not delighted to hear a woman praise his prowess between the sheets. I replied that it would be my pleasure to ram Susie's cunt again when my cock had recovered from this previous frantic spend.

To my shame, I have to admit that I had forgotten all about poor Katie who had been standing patiently by the bed whilst I ravished her cousin. She immediately protested: 'Hey, that's not very fair on me, Andrew! Surely I have first call upon your cock.'

At once I realized how I had inadvertently slighted Katie by offering my next stiffie to Susie and apologized to her for my unthinking remark. I swung my legs off the bed and said to her: 'Of course you do, Katie, please forgive me. I assure you that no offence was intended.'

'And none has been taken,' she answered with a smile as she passed me my dressing-down. 'After all, I did encourage you to fuck Susie since I believe in fair shares for all. Anyhow, why don't we go up to the games room and see what Jack and Teddy have been getting up to during the last half-hour-frankly, I'm most surprised that they would rather play billiards than fuck these two pretty girls.'

Alexa had been very quiet while she watched me fuck Susie. But now she cleared her throat as she slid her arm around Susie's waist and said: 'Of course, it's up to the boys, but as you saw when you came in, we don't need their cocks to enjoy ourselves.'

'We'll pass on that message,' I promised as we made our way out. After Katie had closed the door behind us she grinned: 'Well, I wonder whether we shall discover Jack and Teddy kissing and hugging each other in the same way as we found Alexa and Susie.'

'I very much doubt it,' I said drily. 'Teddy Carmichael has been called many names in the heat of the moment by friends and tradesmen alike but I can't recall anyone ever accusing him of being a nancy boy.'

'The same applies to Jack,' Katie agreed with an amused grin. 'I've heard all sorts of gossip about him but never anything remotely like that!'

Be that as it might, we scampered up the stairs to the games room and when I opened the door Katie and I were treated to an extraordinary sight. Jack Dennison was sitting on his haunches in the nude in the centre of the billiards table while the equally naked Erika knelt between his muscular thighs, lustily sucking his erect swollen shaft which she held in her hand. When she saw us enter, she gave us a friendly wave with her other hand but continued to bob her head up and down on Jack's thick rigid rod.

'Don't let us interrupt anything,' said Katie politely. Jack (who was clearly fast nearing his climax) looked up sharply. Placing his hands on Erika's tousled mop of golden blonde hair, he grunted hoarsely: 'With all due respect, Katie, I wouldn't let Erika stop sucking my cock for twenty thousand pounds and a baronetcy!'

I gave a tiny chuckle and looked around the room but Ian Pethick, Erika's former partner, was nowhere to be seen. However, Teddy Carmichael was standing in a corner stripped for action with his beefy cock standing high up in the air and he also acknowledged our presence with a wave of his hand. But before I could respond to his greeting, there was a low growl from Jack. I turned my attention back to the table to watch Erika clasp the base of his cock in both hands as she eased her lips back and swirled her tongue sensually over the purple uncapped dome of his knob.

There was no way that Jack could dam the tide of seed which was rising inexorably up from his tightening scrotum. With a harsh cry he ejaculated his sticky spunk-flood deep into her throat, almost choking the girl with the fierce gush of his jism. Nevertheless, Erika managed to gulp down most of his copious emission. Then she pulled his prick from her mouth so that the last dribble of creamy cum trickled down her chin. She rubbed her face into his crisp black bush of pubic curls before running the tip of her tongue around the ridge of his helmet, capturing the final drainings of his spend as it oozed out of his prick — which quickly diminished in size to dangle over his balls.

'Now fuck me, Jack,' she breathed. But her sweet sucking-off had left the poor chap hors de combat and, despite his frantic attempts to achieve a further cockstand by sliding his fist up and down his slick shaft, it was clear that Jack's veiny truncheon needed some time to build up its strength for a further joust.

Erika looked down in disappointment at Jack's flaccid cock but, ne'er one to leave a lady in distress, Teddy climbed up on the table and, giving his twitching tool a quick rub to bring it up to its fullest height, in a trice he pulled the blonde girl away from Jack and into his arms. With practised ease he caressed her thrilling young breasts and tweaked the tawny nipples between his fingers, making them flesh up into two rubbery stalks.

Then he laid Erika down on the smooth green baize and began to kiss her trembling body, starting from her forehead and moving down until he arrived at her moist open pussey. She was so aroused that Katie and I could smell the spicy tang of her love juices. My own cock began to thicken as I inhaled the pungent cuntal aroma and watched her guide Teddy's majestic shaft between her yielding cunney lips.

'Hard and fast, Teddy-that's how I like it,' Erika muttered fiercely as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

'As you wish,' my chum answered as he plunged his prick into her sopping little nookie. In seconds they were locked into a hard pounding rhythm with his thick todger sliding in and out of her squelchy slit as together they rode the wind. Teddy let out an excited growl as the lascivious lass drove her lissome body upwards with undiminished delight to meet his downward thrusts, bouncing up to meet him at every fresh onslaught. Erika crossed her legs behind his back to trap his quivering cock inside her tingling love funnel. She cried out with joy as Teddy searched out every tiny wrinkle of her cunt, pistoning his prick in and out of her dripping quim with all the strength he could muster.

At this point I heard the door open behind me. I turned to see Ian Pethick silhouetted in the doorway in a blue silk dressing gown, holding a tray on which stood a bottle of champagne and four glasses. 'I've just been down to the kitchen for some refreshments,' he exclaimed as he looked across to where his erstwhile partner was being well fucked and added: 'I should have brought a dildo for that girl, she's truly insatiable.'

I'm not sure whether Erika heard this comment for, when she saw that Ian had returned, she cried out to him: 'Well, don't just stand there, come and join in!'

Nothing loath, he put down the tray and shucked off his dressing gown before jumping athletically onto the table (which was full size with eight solid mahogany legs) where he knelt down beside Erika and Teddy. Ian grabbed hold of his swollen shaft and fisted it up and down in his clenched hand.

'Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm cumming, Teddy! Fill my snatch with spunk!' Erika gasped, bucking wildly beneath him as he slammed his shaft home and shot a copious emission of jism into her sated crack. Erika arched her back to receive the creamy squirts of seed which surged out of his cock. This mutual climax rocketed through the lusty lovers with such force that Katie and I could actually see the convulsive tremors running through their bodies. Ian tried to thrust his knob into Erika's mouth but she was flinging her head from side to side in the throes of orgasm and he was unable to prevent himself pumping spurt after spurt of creamy jism over the entwined lovers. Oblivious to their coating of sticky seed, they shuddered away until their movements slowed and they lay panting and heaving together in an exhausted tangle of limbs on the fine green baize-which I guessed was now in urgent need of a dab or two of Professor Goulthorp's All-Purpose Cleaning Cream.

I murmured some words to this effect to Katie who nodded her head and said: 'Yes, we'll definitely need a bottle of that elixir tomorrow. I'll ask Fielding to look at the cloth in the morning after he has cleaned the rug in the dining-room.'

She grabbed hold of my stiffie as she continued: 'M'mm, I'm glad to see that my little friend is ready for action. We can go down to my bedroom and have a lovely fuck-but there's no hurry, the night is young. Why don't we have a drink first with our friends?'

'Why not, indeed. I'll open the bottle,' I replied. While I carefully untwisted the wire around the cork, Jack reached out a hand to assist Katie as she climbed up onto the table. I popped the cork and poured out the sparkling wine into the glasses which I handed round before joining the party myself.

'Cheers, everybody, Let's drink to Katie for organizing such a wonderful evening,' I said. After we had toasted our hostess Susie said brightly: 'Good gracious, do you know it has occurred to me that tomorrow it will be four years to the very night since my first fuck.'

'My word, what a wonderful memory you have,' I said admiringly. 'Please allow me to offer my congratulations.'

'“Thank you, Andrew,' she continued blithely, 'and come to think of it, I will also be celebrating the anniversary of my second and third fucks as well.'

'It must have been a very exciting evening,' commented Ian. Susie nodded: it certainly was, my dear. One evening and three fucks one after the other, though naturally there was an extended interval between the second and third couplings.'

'You certainly started with a bang,' chuckled Katie and we all laughed whilst Susie wagged a reproving finger at her cousin. 'Don't be coarse or I shan't tell you about it.'

'Oh, but you must, my sweetheart,' said Alexa warmly as she took hold of Susie's hand. 'You know how we love to hear all about such naughty things. See, the boys' cocks are already stirring whilst as for me…' Her voice trailed off as she placed Susie's hand between her legs and squeezed her thighs together.

'You wicked girl, your pussey is all wet,' scolded Susie although she made no attempt to pull her hand away. From the satisfied look on Alexa's face, I am sure that Susie started then and there to slide a finger into the blonde girl's juicy honeypot as she began her fascinating confession: it happened only a month after I had celebrated my sixteenth birthday. I was still a virgin, although my hymen had long since gone due not only to horseriding at home during the school holidays but also to the attentions my cunette had received from other girls at Miss Godfrey's Academy for the Daughters of Gentlefolk. For, as one might imagine, many of the older girls, deprived of any contact with the opposite sex, naturally developed close inter-feminine friendships of an intimate nature.

'My own favourite bedmate was Claudia Kyle, a beautiful half-Italian girl with shiny jet-black hair. We often used to sleep together after the duty mistress had made her nightly round to switch off the lights.

'Well, on this particular summer night I had arranged to slip out and go to the guest room which was occupied by Colin, Miss Godfrey's nephew, who was staying with his aunt for the first fortnight of the University vacation. We had fallen for each other after meeting at the school's Spring Ball and we had corresponded ever since. Without wishing to sound immodest, I think that it was my presence rather than the obligation of a family duty visit to his aunt that made Colin come straight down to Hampshire from Trinity College Cambridge where he was reading for a degree in mathematics.

'Anyhow, I was already tingling with anticipation when Claudia swept into our bedroom (it was a small school and most senior pupils shared with just one or two other girls). Pulling off her nightdress, she jumped straight into my bed.

'“Susie, I'm feeling very sensual tonight,” she said as we hugged each other. “So off with your nightdress, I'm going to frig your pussey till your cunt is all nice and juicy.”

'Without further ado she covered my face in kisses whilst she caressed my breasts and toyed with my nipples before inserting her finger into my moistening quim. She whispered: “There, isn't that nice?”

'“Oh yes!” I panted. Then, begging Claudia to shove her fingers further up my cunt, I squeezed my thighs together whilst the lovely girl eagerly finger-fucked me faster and faster until she brought me off and I covered her fingers with my warm, creamy spend. She wanted me to repay the compliment but I was keen to see Colin so I told Claudia that I would lick her pussey out in the morning. Luckily, this promise satisfied her and she slipped across to her own bed. In no time at all she fell fast asleep.

'Quietly, I threw on a robe, tip-toed out and made my way to Colin's room. I gently pushed open the door-but there was no sign of the good-looking young man so I closed the door behind me and laid down on his bed to wait for his arrival. I laid my head on the pillow and closed my eyes as I recalled what had happened the last time Colin and I had been together in this room some three months before. We had sneaked in here after the school danced and kissed amorously on this very bed, I had allowed Colin to cup my breasts in his hands whilst I had somewhat nervously stroked the enormous bulge between his thighs. However, I had resisted his attempts to put his hand up my skirt even though I did enjoy the sensation of his palm pressing down upon my pussey through the fine silk material of my dress.

'My hand snaked down and slid inside my robe as I gently frigged myself while I waited for the dear lad, dipping my fingers slowly in and out between my puffy pussey lips. Then I suddenly heard a stifled cough and, opening my eyes in a flash, I saw him standing at the foot of the bed with a book in his hand and an amused smile playing about his lips.

'“Colin, you're very naughty to frighten me so!” I scolded the handsome young scoundrel as I pulled my hand away from my pussey and covered myself with my robe.

'“Oh Susie, I'm sorry for startling you,” he apologized. He sat himself down next to me and went on: “I went down to the store room to get out this book from the suitcase in which I had hidden it because I thought the contents would be of interest to you.”

'I stretched out my hand and, taking the slim leather-bound volume from him, I opened it and read out the title page: “Human Procreation Explained for Boys and Girls by Doctor Jeffrey Burton, Emeritus Professor of Psychological Medicine, Edinburgh University.”

'As it happens, I could have told Colin that I was already acquainted with Doctor Burton's excellent work but instead I said teasingly: “Now I wonder why you wanted me to read such a book? Maybe you thought it would help the progress of our physical relationship and-”

'My voice trailed off as I looked down at the bulge that had formed between his thighs. Colin took hold of my hand and placed it on his throbbing shaft as he blurted out: “Yes, you're absolutely right and I'm not ashamed to admit it. May I show you what a glimpse of your sweet little pussey is doing to me?”

'“Of course you may, Colin.” I answered without hesitation. “After all, as you've already had a peek at my naked charms it's only fitting that I should see yours.”

'The handsome scamp needed no further bidding and he swiftly shucked off his clothes to stand naked before me. Now, I must say that Colin was a real young Adonis with a broad hairless chest, narrow waist and fine long legs, but naturally my eyes were chiefly riveted to his beautiful big cock which was standing up stiffly with the tip of the knob pressed against the dimple of his belly button. As if in a dream, I reached for this pink-headed monster and, though I had never taken a prick in my mouth before, my lips were drawn as if by an invisible magnet to its mushroom dome. I kissed the uncapped helmet and, when I swirled my tongue over the smooth skin, a tiny blob of pre-cum came out of the tiny “eye”. I licked this up and swallowed it. Ah, it tasted so masculine with its delicious salty tang that I closed my lips tightly over his knob and circled the base of his thick boner with my fingers. Then I eased my face downwards to take in more of his throbbing tool inside my mouth and Colin sighed with delight as he gently pushed my head further down his shaft-but then I choked on this fleshy lollipop and was forced to release his cock as I came up for air, gasping and spluttering for breath.

'“Don't worry, Susie,” he whispered reassuringly. “Why don't you just rub my cock instead whilst I play with your gorgeous titties?”

'He slid into the bed beside me and reached for the tie at the neck of my nightdress, tugging on the ribbon which opened the garment, and I signalled my assent to his suggestion. Our mouths met in a burning kiss and Colin began to flick at my hard little nipples, exciting me even more as my hands slid over his erect cock and the wrinkled ballsack underneath it. I cupped his hairy balls and gently massaged them, then I grabbed his shaft in both hands, one on top of the other, and slid them up and down his hot truncheon. I already possessed some experience of tossing boys off and I pumped his glistening shaft so well that in no time at all Colin's cock was jerking uncontrollably between my fingers. A low sigh escaped from his lips as he squirted out jets of frothy white seed over my hands.

'I was fascinated at the sight of his spending but, being a young man in prime condition, Colin did not have to rest before carrying on with our sensual adventure. He gave his cock a quick rub and instantly it shot up back to its full height whilst he pulled me to him and kissed me deeply, his tongue parting my lips and twisting inside my mouth. His strong hands were now on my bum cheeks which he pulled apart. I gave a yelp of surprise when he pushed the tip of his little finger into my arsehole.

'At the same time I could feel his cock beating stiffly against my tummy. I twisted and writhed in Colin's embrace as his free hand slid back from my bottom to his shaft which he rubbed sensually against my fast moistening crack.

'For just a moment he drew back. “Are you sure, Susie?” he asked, his voice husky with desire. “We don't have to carry on further so if you want me to stop…”

'“Hush, Colin!” I murmured in his ear. “Action, not words, if you please.”

'He smiled and began my first fuck by moving his head down and parting my legs before kissing my sopping slit. I shall never forget how the tip of his tongue tickled my clitty and how I twisted my thighs around his head as he sucked the pungent love juice which was now pouring out of my juicy cunt.

'Then Colin raised himself over my trembling body and pressed his cock against my yielding pussey lips. The dear lad jiggled his knob between them, just inserting an inch or so, and when he realized his cock would meet little resistance, he slid fully home. He was a very considerate boy and let his cock rest still inside my love channel for a few moments to give me time to feel how I liked having his hot, hard prick inside me and how well suited my cunney was to hold and keep it there.

'“I'm not hurting you, am I?” he asked anxiously. But I shook my head, for in truth there was only a moment of slight discomfort which quickly changed to a delicious sensation as his shaft slicked into my sticky wet honeypot, in and out, in and out. Colin thoughtfully pulled my love lips apart with his hand to ease the passage of his thick prick.

'“Oooh, this is wonderful,” I panted as I felt his ballsack slapping against my bum cheeks. “Are you really poking me, Colin?”

'“I certainly am,” he assured me. “I'm fucking your tight little cunt with my cock. Have you had enough or shall I carry on?”

'“Don't stop! Don't stop!” I beseeched him and now he raised the pace, thrusting faster and faster into my ripe young pussey with all the energy he could muster. I was now well past the point of no return but I had enough sense to croak out that he should be careful not to shoot his spunk inside me.

'“I won't,” he promised and sure enough, when he was about to spend, Colin pulled his quivering cock out of my cunt and, with a loud groan, spurted a fountain of creamy jism all over my belly. I rolled my fingers in the sticky pool and licked them clean, enjoying the tangy flavour of his cum, and then Colin collapsed down on me. We lay happily in each other's arms until we heard the church clock strike eleven and I hauled myself out of the bed and slipped on my nightdress.

'“Oh Susie, why must you go? I would love you to stay the night,” he said lovingly. But I told Colin that I had to get back to my bed in case his aunt made one of her nightly inspections of the bedrooms and dormitories which she was often wont to do before she herself retired for the night.

'Anyhow, I must confess that the next morning I told Claudia all about how I had crossed the Rubicon into womanhood and-well, I should have known better than to have confided in her because within twenty-four hours, news of my escapade had reached the ears of Miss Godfrey. Luckily, she was unaware that it was her nephew who had fucked me but I was given a severe warning as to my future behaviour and Colin was sent packing the very next day, presumably because of the risk to his chastity that my sinful presence posed.'

She gave a little chuckle and concluded: 'Colin and I keep in touch but I haven't seen him for at least three months. However, we have both been invited with our families to Sir Rodney Burbeck's annual ball at the Savoy Hotel, London in aid of the East End Milk Fluids next month and I dare say we may well sneak away to some quiet place before the last waltz!'

There was a brief moment of silence as Susie finished her raunchy story. Then, whilst we congratulated her on regaling us with such a fascinating tale, Katie whispered urgently in my ear: 'Quickly now, Andrew, come with me.'

Hand in hand we raced across the landing to her bedroom. There we flung ourselves on the bed and fell into a wildly passionate embrace. We helped each other out of our dressing gowns and lay naked as we kissed rapturously, sliding our tongues into each other's mouths as I clasped Katie to me with my left arm whilst I frigged her dripping wet quim with my right hand. She opened her legs wider and I gloried in the view of the luscious red chink of Katie's cunt and of her stiff fleshy clitty which protruded out from between her pussey lips.

With a twinkle in her eye, she gazed up at me and said: 'Well, I hope your cock is raring to go because after watching and hearing about all my guests' sensual escapades, I'm dying to be fucked!'

'And so you shall be, my angel,' I said tenderly as I hauled myself up onto my knees between her shapely thighs and hooked her legs over my shoulders so that her delectable backside was lifted high into the air. Katie gurgled with anticipation as I slid my hands under her jiggling bum-cheeks while she took hold of my throbbing boner and guided my knob into her sopping cunt.

'H-a-r!' she gasped as I slid my rod inside her welcoming honeypot. But, remembering how Susie had told us how much she had enjoyed the feel of a motionless cock in her cunney, I stayed still so that Katie too could enjoy to the full the delicious sensation of having her love funnel filled with my swollen shaft.

Then, slowly and surely, I pumped in and out of her soaking slit. As I pumped my pulsating prick to and fro, her love juice dripped down onto my balls as they slapped against her jouncy bum-cheeks. Cupped now in my palms, these same dimpled arse-globes rotated savagely as I pounded away and her kisses rained upon my neck as a series of electrifying climaxes crackled through her body.

'Oh Andrew, I can't take much more, you lovely big-cocked boy,' she gasped breathlessly. 'Just spunk into me as soon as you can!'

So I plunged down hard upon her in one final energetic burst and drenched the depths of her cunt with a fierce gush of creamy white seed.

When we had recovered we rejoined the others. They had all gathered in Teddy Carmichael's bedroom and we finished the evening's entertainment with a glorious 'daisy chain' in which I fucked Katie doggie-style whilst she sucked Erika's titties. At the same time, Erika's bottom was filled by Teddy's noble tool whilst Alexa lay on the carpet with her head between his legs sucking at his balls as she held Ian Pethick's cock in one hand and Jack Dennison's in the other whilst Susie crouched over her face to let her lick out her dripping pussey as she bent down to nibble on the Danish girl's pointy nipples.

In the end, after we had collapsed into a sweaty heap of naked bodies, I wiped the perspiration off my brow and remarked to Teddy that perhaps we had overdone things somewhat. But he shrugged his shoulders and grinned: 'I wouldn't say that, my dear chap. As the Italians say, quando viene il desiderio, non e mai troppol!'