'“Sounds like a good idea,” agreed Uncle Jonathan, reaching out for a pot of cold cream whilst Fiona knelt down and popped my cock into her mouth. Could I rise to the occasion one more time? Her darting tongue moved along my rod and as she licked my knob my shaft began to grow and swell up as hard and as stiff as ever. She gave my cock one last long lick and said: “Oooh, what stamina-I envy the lucky girl who'll be fucked by you now you've got the hang of it.” In no time at all she was back between my legs, her cunney lips slipping over my knob in an instant, and she bounced up and down, repeating the pleasure as Uncle Jonathan tried to insert his thick member in her cunt alongside mine, but this was impossible to achieve. So my uncle clamped his hands on her arse and parted her rounded bum cheeks and then he dipped a hand into the cold cream and liberally anointed her rear dimple. Fiona stuck out her bottom as he wet his sizeable knob with yet another dollop of cold cream. Then he pushed his thick shaft between her buttocks and soon his vigorous shoves gained an entrance as Fiona wiggled her bum lasciviously in front of him, enjoying the feel of his domed knob which was well burrowed inside her backside.
Clamping her firmly, Uncle Jonathan pushed forward until his entire shaft was sheathed inside her back passage. For a brief moment we rested with our two cocks throbbing against the other with only the thin divisional membrane of the anal canal separating them. Then I started to jerk my body up and down, my cock sluicing through her engorged quim whilst Fiona wriggled her derriere in time with each sliding motion of Uncle Jonathan's lusty organ. I found this threesome fucking so exciting that I came very soon after, injecting soul-stirring spurts of spunk, and this led to Uncle Jonathan pumping his prick in and out of Fiona's bum at a fast rate of knots until he ejaculated a hot gush of juice into her bottom. He gallantly withdrew his prick slowly until with an audible plop! the avuncular tool emerged and he sank back, mopping his brow. “Phew, that was fun,” he grunted. “Now who would like a drink?” 'I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening with Jonathan and Fiona, my kindly uncle telephoning my parents to say that he was taking me out to supper as a birthday treat, which was in fact the case, although I dare say Uncle Jonathan could be justly accused of being economical with the truth!'
Frank slowly expelled a great breath of air. 'Damn it, I wish I had an uncle like yours, you lucky blighter.' “Yes, he's a real good sport, and on my seventeenth birthday he took me to a Victor Pudendum contest at the Jim Jam Club I must be going now as I have to prepare some notes for a tutorial,' said Leonard, rising to his feet. Trot all of you please remember, if any of you ever find yourselves short of a good fuck in London, just call me. I'm now an associate member of the Jim Jam and for just ten bob Solly the doorman can always be relied on to provide a couple of pretty young dollymops.'
'Id better leave too as I also have work to prepare for tomorrow,' I said, though thinking more of my assignments with Beth, Esme and Gillian than the boring pages of my books on political economy. 'See you at breakfast, chaps,' I added as I strolled back to my room with a smile on my face, as it suddenly struck me how funny it would be for one of my uncles, the Rector of West Finchley, to be offered an evening at the Jim Jam Club. However, the old boy was no fool and whilst passing the port after dinner one evening whilst a guest at our house, he made it dear that before marriage he had himself enjoyed what he described as The Fleshpots Of The Metropolis', and that he considered it right and proper for any young man to enjoy some happy years of freedom. 'Mind, I cannot countenance over-familiar dalliances with young, attractive members of the opposite, ah, gender.' I listened in respectful silence, stifling my amusement when he proceeded to lean over and in a conspiratorial whisper murmured in my ear: 'But if you do find yourself tempted by the sins of the flesh, my advice is to go for a girl with large titties. For as we often said in officers' mess when I served with the Hussars: like titties, like clitty.' Of course, by that time Uncle Arthur had downed the best part of a full decanter of '96 Old and Crusted so to be fair, it was the port rather than the clergyman giving me that sound advice! I shook myself free of this pleasant reverie as I opened the door to my quarters. For a moment I thought I had entered the wrong room for Nancy the maid was lying on my bed, dressed only in a flimsy nightdress and lying on her tummy. Alongside her, completely naked, was a most attractive tall girl, finely formed with blonde hair falling down in ringlets onto her shoulders. She had smaller breasts than the generously endowed Nancy but possessed firm, chubby buttocks which quivered as she lifted her head and said: 'Nancy, is this the young gentleman you were talking about before supper?' 'Yes, this is Rupert Mountjoy,' said Nancy, waving her hand lazily at me.
'Rupert, I want you to meet my friend Rosa Crouthampe, who works at Brasenose College but comes over to visit me as often as she can. Rosa is my very best friend, aren't you, dearest? Isn't she pretty, Rupert?
Look at the rolling swell of her bum cheeks. Now turn over, Rosa, and let Rupert see the tight yellow curls around your cunney and the dear little love lips peeking through them. Wouldn't you like to plonk your big cock between them, Rupert, you randy devil? Oh dear, you must forgive my naughty language but we've had a few drinks to celebrate my birthday, and anyhow, I'm sure you'd want to fuck Rosa because you and Barry and Frank are the randiest boys out of all the first year students.' 'You're very probably right,' I agreed as I shut the door behind me. 'But you shouldn't speak to Rupert in such a familiar way and I think you owe him an apology,' said Rosa, and despite my protestations that I was not in the least offended by Nancy's remark, Rosa insisted that Nancy should be punished for her indiscreet observations. Nancy herself did not seem to want to challenge her friend on this point and offered no resistance when Rosa turned her over on her belly and, throwing up her chemise, exposed Nancy's perfectly rounded little bum cheeks to my lascivious gaze. She then rose to her knees and began to smack the two beautiful white hemispheres of Nancy's backside, saying: This will teach you to be so forward, you bad girl.' She slapped lightly and it was plain that both girls were enjoying this little scene. Rosa's lithe naked body glistened as her hand rose and fell, her round, nut-brown nipples rising and falling quickly with each sharp stroke, her cheeks slightly flushed with her exertions and her blue eyes sparkling with excitement as she chastised her naughty friend. 'Oh! Oh! Oh! No more, Rosa, ouch, it hurts, it hurts, Ouch! Please stop!' begged Nancy as she winced and wriggled under the rapid succession of slaps. 'Quiet now, Nancy! Stop making such a fuss,' snapped Rosa fiercely. 'You have been a very bad girl and all bad girls get smacked. Besides, Rupert and I love the way your bum cheeks jiggle as I smack them. Now we want to see your lovely botty colour up. See how nicely your buttocks are blushing! They should always be bright pink, shouldn't they, Rupert?'
This lewd scene had made my cock swell up unbearably and as I watched this stimulating scene Nancy called out to me: 'Come on then, show us your stiffstander.' The thought flashed through my mind of what would occur if we were caught (for there were no locks on the doors) but as the maxim of the great Count Gewirtz of Galicia has it:
Ven der putz shteht, ligt der sechel in drerd, and I shucked off my clothes in record time. I jumped onto the bed and huddled up next to Rosa who, without missing one beat of her rhythm as she continued her inexorable spanking of Nancy's now tingling backside, clamped her wide, red lips around my rampant cock. Mercifully for the other girl, this excited Rosa so much that after bobbing her head back and forth to suck in as much of my shaft as she could, she ceased her slapping of Nancy's poor bum and instead she jammed her hands around my pulsating prick which already had a blob of milky jism formed on the tip of my knob. She jammed down the foreskin and lashed her tongue round my pole which was now thudding away like a steamhammer. I worked my hips backwards and forwards as her pliant tongue washed over my bared helmet, thoroughly enjoying this delicious sucking-off.
Meanwhile Nancy had raised herself on her hands and knees and had lowered her pretty head between Rosa's legs, splaying open her buttocks to make room for her
lips to kiss between the ripe, white globes, worrying her tongue around her corn-coloured pussey hair which I imagined was already dampening with love juice, teasing the tip around the pouting pussey lips before slipping in and out of her juicy quim. Fired by this tribadic activity I pulled my prick away from Rosa's mouth and positioned myself behind Nancy, whose rounded bottom cheeks were moving in rhythm as she suctioned Rosa's blonde-haired pussey between her lips. Nancy took hold of my sinewy shaft with her right hand and directed its purple-domed head to the glorious vale between her buttocks and to the tight-looking wrinkled hole that lay between them. After further wetting my tool with spittle, I attacked this fortress with vigour, but as my member forced its way past the sphincter muscle she wailed: 'Ah, stop! Stop! You'll rend me if you don't withdraw!' Fortunately I keep a small jar of pomade on the bedside table so I swiftly greased my cock and again set my knob at the little brown bum-hole. The pomade worked like a charm for this time when I pushed forward Nancy wriggled her arse until I was firmly ensconced inside her bum. For a brief moment I rested and then slowly began to pull in and out whilst I threw my arms around her waist and frigged her pussey. Nancy responded to this double stimulation by squirming under the surging strokes of my prick. Her legs began to shake and I knew that her spend was approaching. She gripped hold of Rosa's thighs as she lapped furiously at the girl's soaking slit. Nancy's juices flowed freely and she worked her bum to bring me off, and I flooded her arse with a copious discharge of sperm which both warmed and lubricated her superb bottom. As I spunked into her I continued to work my prick back and forth so that it remained as hard as rock as, with a 'pop', I uncorked my tool from her bum-hole.
We screamed loudly in the frenzy of emission as Rosa also spent over Nancy's lapping tongue and we collapsed in a heap on my bed. When we had recovered Nancy thanked me for taking the trouble to use the pomade and not simply pushing forward and ignoring her plea to withdraw. I sometimes think that there are some men who enjoy hurting their partners-or at best they are uncaring,' she complained.*Most girls enjoy a good fuck up the bum but only when the cock has been well oiled beforehand with butter or some other substance.' Since this day I have heeded her words and have always kept a jar of cold cream handy for this purpose. But now we were fired up again and we engaged in some splendid three way kisses, pressing our lips together and waggling our tongues around in a most sensuous manner. If we had had any inhibitions they were now cast aside, so I had not the slightest intention of ducking the challenge when Nancy placed her hand on top of my head and drew it down towards Rosa's hairy mound, saying: 'Rosa loves having her pussey kissed. I've brought her off, Rupert, now let's see if you can do so.' I drew my body up until my tongue was level with her titties and began by nibbling at her nipples, ticking and sucking on their rubbery hardness until they were sticking out like two tiny stalks. Then I let my tongue travel slowly down the velvety white skin of her tummy, pausing briefly to encircle her belly-button before sliding down into the curly smooth hair of her mound. Like a snake I slid myself down between her legs as I parted her soft, lightly scented pubic bush with my fingertips to reveal her swollen clitoris, and as I worked my lips into the long gash of her cleft I breathed in the delicious aroma from her clean, appealing cunney, a fragrance which has always greatly excited me. By slipping a hand under her bum, I pressed her even more closely to me as I placed my lips directly over her ditty and sucked it into my mouth, where the tip of my tongue began to explore it from all directions. I could feel it growing even larger as her heels drummed against the sheets and her legs twitched up and down along the sides of my body. Rosa became hugely agitated when I found the tiny button under the fold at the base of her clitty and began twirling my tongue around it. The faster I vibrated my tongue, the more she twisted and turned and I was forced to move both of my hands to her shoulders to keep her cunney pressed against my face. She now started to gyrate her pelvis as I increased the stimulation and she planted her feet firmly on my back as if she desired to mould our two bodies into one mass of quivering flesh.
'Oooh! Aaah! Stick your cock in me now!' panted Rosa, and this was an opportunity my bursting prick was happy to take. So I heaved myself up and fixed my lips on one of her horned-up nipples, and the strawberry stalk grew long and hard as I sucked it between my teeth.
At the same time her cunney responded to the urgings of the three fingers I had buried inside the clinging sheath and I frigged her slippery clitty with my thumb. The more I frigged her, the quicker she jerked her hips and she grabbed my cock and began pumping my shaft, sliding her hand up and down in such insane excitement that she spent then and there and I felt the sticky moistness of her honey cascade over my hand. This set me off and I spunked a profuse libation of hot, creamy jism that drenched her hand. She directed my spurting shaft up to her belly and smeared my cream all over her white tummy. 'Now who's been a naughty girl,' stormed Nancy. 'See how you've wasted poor Rupert's semen. Get up and bend over the chair in the corner,' To my surprise, Rosa meekly did as she was told and when she had placed herself over the chair, Nancy gave me one of my slippers and told me to chastise the wayward girl. 'No, I can't do that, Rosa would not want to be spanked,' I laughed nervously as I took a long look at the plump, well-shaped cheeks of Rosa's behind. 'Oh, but Nancy's right,' Rosa called out, turning her head to look at me. 'I have been a bad girl and deserve to have my bum smacked.' Well, there is no accounting for tastes, and although in my time I have spanked a good number of female bottoms I have never been a fervent devotee of le vice anglais. Perhaps this is because at St Lionel's Academy, corporal punishment was unknown and we suffered none of the sadistic beatings inflicted upon pupils at most other English public schools. But be that as it may, whilst I draw the line at really whipping one's partner's backside, if the girl really likes to be stimulated in such fashion, so be it, and I cannot deny that I achieve some mild satisfaction from distributing the occasional few passionate slaps on the swells of feminine rears. So I jumped out of bed and went across to where Rosa lay inert over the chair, provocatively wiggling her arse as I approached. I passed my hand caressingly over the cool, soft skin of the swelling cheeks of her buttocks. I brought the sole of my slipper down upon these pretty posteriors but my first few strokes hardly changed the colour of the flesh and Rosa turned her head round and said: 'You may hit harder than that, Rupert. Honestly, I can hardly feel anything.' 'Are you certain that this is what you want?' I asked, 'Because if it is, my girl, I'll give it to you!'
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