pulled me up by my cock and brought me round to the armchair where Tricia was sucking Frank's cock whilst he licked out her cunney. She had one leg over the chair and the other over Frank and the firm, curvaceous cheeks of her bum were spread out deliriously, giving me an excellent view of her wrinkled brown rear dimple. Lucy released my cock to bring forward the chair from my desk which I knelt upon to enable me to lean over Tricia and wedge my cock between her glorious buttocks. Then the thoughtful girl pulled me back and washed my knob with saliva before taking hold of my shaft and aiming my knob at Tricia's winking little rosette which beckoned me so alluringly. She eased my glowing crown between those gorgeous bottom cheeks which I fairly ached to split with my iron hard cock. Her work soon achieved the desired effect. My shaft enveloped itself beautifully between the rolling buttocks until it was fully ensconced in her warm, tight bum and I leaned over Tricia's gleaming body to play with her luscious breasts. I worked in and out of her arse very slowly at first but then, as Tricia artfully waggled her bottom provocatively, at a faster pace, pushing my entire body backwards and forwards, making Tricia's divinely proportioned bum cheeks slap loudly against my belly. I screwed up my eyes in sheer bliss but opened them again with a gasp as I felt Lucy's hands pressing against my thighs.
The lewd sight of Tricia's cunney and bottom being pleasured at the same time had fired Lucy so intensely that she now knelt behind me and thrust her head between my legs. She took my ballsack into her mouth, moving her head in time with my thrusts. Salman and Melanie now joined us and I turned round to see the young prince position himself on his back so that his head was directly underneath Lucy's cunt. She raised herself to accommodate him and then with a squeal of joy lowered her enticing golden cunney onto his lips and he noisily nuzzled into her golden honeypot, flicking his tongue into the soft folds of her juicy pussey. Melanie was now down on her knees beside them and straddling his body, holding open her pink cunney lips as she sat firmly upon his stiff penis, sitting with her luscious buttocks towards him while she rode up and down his delighted pole. Salman grasped her bottom cheeks with both hands and squeezed them rhythmically as she pushed up and down, contracting her powerful pussey muscles with every downwards movement, to their joint delight.
At the same time she reached between his legs and took his balls in her hand and began to jiggle them, scraping the hairy sack with the fingernails until Salman was crooning with delight. This was my first multiple fuck and I must confess that it was most stimulating to see all those fine cocks and cunnies in action. All three of us boys came closely together, Frank jetting his spunk into Tricia's mouth whilst I spurted my sperm into her bottom and Salman sent up a stream of jism into Melanie's cunt. The girls, too, all achieved copious climaxes, especially Lucy whose love juices poured into Salman's mouth as he swallowed her tangy spendings. There was just time for one more fucking chain. This time Melanie sucked me off whilst Frank fucked her as he lapped at Lucy's titties whilst Salman was diddling her pussey at the same time as he plunged his prick into Tricia's sopping cunt, with Tricia completing the circle by finger-fucking Melanie's bum. We would have liked to have changed positions for yet a further joust but it was approaching the time when Melanie had arranged to meet Mr. Ormondroyd. So Salman passed the second half of the fifty pound note to Melanie with our grateful thanks as the girls began to dress. 'Thank you very much,' panted Melanie as she buttoned up her skirt, 'we must do this again next week. And this time, you don't have to bring your wallet. It's been a pleasure to fuck with such vigorous young gentlemen, hasn't it, girls?' 'I should say so,' echoed Tricia. 'It would be grand to spend the night together, wouldn't it?' Lucy agreed and said she was free any night next week and that we could use her cousin Amanda's house as her parents would be away. 'You'll have to find another boy for her, of course, but I'm sure that can be easily arranged.' 'No problems there,' said Frank cheerily and we kissed the girls good-night. We were in the dormitory spot on time at ten o'clock but perhaps I was over-fatigued by all the fucking for I simply could not get to sleep.
So I quietly got out of bed and slipped on my dressing gown to fetch a book from our study. Like many other boys, I also had a torch which I used to read in the dark. I kept the study in darkness as I searched the bookshelves for it was strictly against the rules to leave the dormitory after lights out. I found the book I was looking for, a ripping adventure story by Tom Shackleton, my favourite author, when I was startled by the opening of the door. I spun round with a gasp to see the figure of Melanie framed in the door. 'Gosh, you gave me a fright!' I said. She apologised and explained that she was missing a earring and hoped that one of us might have discovered it on the floor. 'I'm afraid not,' I said quietly. 'I wouldn't mind helping you to look for it now but I'm not supposed to be here so I can't put on the light.' 'Never mind, it wasn't a very expensive one and perhaps you'll find it in the morning. But what are you doing here anyway?' I explained how I could not sleep and Melanie said: 'Well, Mr. Ormondroyd won't be coming round looking for you, that's for sure. I've left him fast asleep in his bed!' 'Is he good between the sheets?' I asked. 'Oh yes, I've no complaints but don't worry, you silly boy, I was more than satisfied with the way that you and your friends performed- especially the lad with that monster cock, what's his name, Frank Folkestone! Still, Geoffrey-that's Mr. Ormondroyd-knows how to use his tackle. We wasted no time and as soon as I got to his room I sat on the bed, fondling his stiff cock through his trousers which he unbuttoned for me to let his tadger shoot out like a coil. He sat down beside me and worked his hand down to my muff which was already damp with all the spendings from you. He moved his fingers between the edges of my crack as we kissed and I wrapped my legs around his hand as I lowered my head to suck his cock. '“Let's continue this in bed,' he said and so we undressed and snuggled up together. As we embraced I felt his hard tool press against my tummy and then he rolled me over on to my back and pressed his helmet through my pussey lips. I was really enjoying myself as with a deep groan he thrust his strong shaft straight in and his balls slapped against my bum. I lifted my bottom up to get as much of him inside me as possible. I wrapped my legs round his back and clawed his shoulders with my fingernails as he started to pump his rod in and out of my squishy pussey. It took only a few strokes before I was twisting away like crazy. His cock seemed to swell inside my cunney and I spent first, soaking his shaft with my juices. Then I felt his whole frame shiver and he flooded my cunt with a spurt of hot spunk so huge that I could imagine it splashing against the rear walls of my love box. There was so much jism that my thighs were lathered as he pulled out his cock and rubbed it in my sticky cunney hair.
'He rolled off me, heaving and panting with exhaustion and said: “What a succulent little cunney you have there, Melanie. It sucked in my cock so sweetly that I'm spoiled now for any other.”' 'You should think yourself honoured! He never compliments anyone in class, and I don't think he has much of a sense of humour,' I said with a gloomy laugh. 'Oh I don't know about that,' said Melanie, who somehow now found herself in my arms in one of the armchairs we had used for our escapade earlier in the evening. 'I said to him that I had to really stretch my legs to accommodate thick pricks like his and do you know what he said? “Don't complain, Melanie-have you heard the rhyme about the girl who was worried about that? No? Well it goes like this:
There was a young lady from Harrow, Who complained that her crack was too narrow, For times without number, She'd use a cucumber, But could never accomplish a marrow.” 'And it was just after he'd finished reciting this poem when something quite extraordinary happened
