his gleaming pole disappear inch by inch inside Lucy's love channel. Then he began to move it in and out in full yet gentle thrusts as he again attacked her pert little nipples that were standing up, simply begging to be flicked by his long, tapering fingers. To my surprise, Standlake then pulled completely out of her cunney, his black pole gleaming with its coating of pussey juice. But the respite for Lucy's cunt was only temporary-first he lightly traced the open wet crack with his fingertips, flicking the erect clitty that was peeping out at the top, and then he thrust his knob back between those pink, pouting lips and Lucy moaned with delight as he propelled inch after inch of his thick chopper until his rough pubic curls and her muff of smoother pussey hair were matted together. He pulled back until only his knob was inside her juicy love-channel and then drove the full length of his massive shaft full inside the trembling girl as she urged him on and he quickly established a powerful rhythm whilst Lucy closed her feet together at the small of his back to force even more of that huge stiffstander inside her. Standlake was now panting with exertion as he rammed his cock in and out of her cunney, his lean black body rocking backwards and forwards between her creamy spread thighs. Lucy was spending as Standlake fucked her for she raked his back with her fingernails as she shuddered with the voluptuous sensations afforded by his thick prick in her voracious cunt. He pumped faster and faster and we three spectators were on our feet, with Nancy's hand still tightly gripped round my own throbbing tool, as we cheered him on. What made the finale even more exciting for us was that Lucy had not been able to find any linseed oil for her douche so at the very final stage he withdrew and shot a flood of creamy white spunk all over her belly just as Nancy's frigging brought me off and my cock ejaculated an arcing fountain of jism over Stand-lake's dimpled buttocks. In fact, I was somewhat concerned, when the butler rolled off the sated girl and lay on his back to recover his senses, that some of my spunk stained the crisp, white sheet. However, when I pointed this out to Nancy she told me not to worry as the cotton was already soaked with Lucy's love juices as well as perspiration from both of the lovers. 'Anyhow, Rupert,' she remarked gaily, 'spunk stains cause no problem if a small amount of Mr.
Maxwell's Special Compound is used-it is guaranteed to remove all blemishes. We buy a large bottle every month for as you have seen, my friends and I are extremely fond of fucking.' Countess Marussia looked at her jewel-encrusted pocket watch and said, 'Dear Nancy, I really must be going – I am already late for Lady Suffield's tea party. Thank you so much, my darling, for a divine lunch and a wonderful fuck-for which I must also thank you, Rupert. It was a pleasure meeting you and your nice cock.' The pleasure was mine, simpatichnaya jenshina,' I replied, bowing low to kiss the Countess's offered hand and using the few words of Russian I remembered from the lessons given me by Dr John O'Connor, the languages master at St Lionel's, one of the most brilliant linguists in England, who was fluent in French, German, Polish, Russian, Turkish and Arabic. Indeed, if Dr O'Connor had not been caught in flagrante delicto with the twin eighteen-year-old daughters of a senior Foreign Office official, he would undoubtedly have enjoyed a distinguished career in the diplomatic service instead of having to earn his daily bread as a humble pedagogue at a minor public school. 'You speak Russian, Rupert? Is there no end to your accomplishments?' laughed Marussia.
'You must take my card. Please call upon me at any time, especially when my consort. Prince Adrian, is back in Amsterdam performing his royal duties.' We thanked Standlake and Lucy for their wonderful performance and made our way down to the drawing-room. But I stopped at the foot of the stairs and said, 'Nancy, would you object if I popped back upstairs and presented your servants with a small token or our appreciation? After all, they did afford us some excellent sport.'
'By all means,' she replied. I am sure they will be far from offended by such a generous gesture.' 'I climbed back up the stairs and as the door of Lucy's room was slightly ajar, I simply strode in. Standlake had already left to shower and change in his own quarters, but Lucy was still lying naked on the sheets, her hands under her head, with a blissful smile of contentment on her pretty face. 'Ah, Lucy, I wanted a quick word,' I said, shutting the door behind me and taking two gold sovereigns out of my pocket. 'On behalf of Countess Marussia and myself, I would like to give you and Standlake a well deserved little present.' Her eyes lit up as I placed the coins on her bedside table. Thank you, sir,' she said, glancing across at the coins and when she saw the glint of gold her eyes sparkled and she sat up and exclaimed, 'Oh, that really is kind of you, sir! I'll give Philip his share later this afternoon.' I was about to leave when the luscious nude girl called me back. 'Must you go, sir? I'd very much like to give you something in return for your generosity.' Perhaps I was naive but I honestly didn't know what she had in mind until she crooked her finger and motioned me back to sit next to her on the bed. 'Did you notice the enormous size of Philip's cock, sir?' she asked with a sly smile. “Yes, I must say that I did, and like most men I was very envious of his tremendous tadger,' I said. This reply made Lucy hold up her hand and say, 'Ah, but honestly, size isn't everything, though I know that all boys would like bigger pricks just as all girls would like an extra few inches on our busts. Now I won't deny that Philip's big stiffie really fills my cunney up a treat but I've known men with much smaller cocks who can bring me off just as well. Lord Hammersmith, for example, is a wonderful lover oven though I don't think his bell end is much more than half the size of Philip's-but he reams me out beautifully and his spunk has a fresher, less salty taste too. 'I saw the mistress wanking your cock whilst Philip was fucking me, sir, and I thought that your cock looked very nice. Would you mind if I had a closer look at it?' 'Not in the slightest,' I said, hastily unbuttoning my trousers and pulling out my dangling shaft, but as you can see, I am afraid that it's a little bit down in the dumps.' Lucy clasped my stalk in her fingers and said softly, 'Dear me, we can't let Mr. John Thomas stay in this sad state, that's for sure.' She moved herself across and leaned down to place her head on my thigh as I pulled down my trousers and drawers to my ankles. She eyed my cock critically and then moved her hand to pull down the foreskin and expose the naked red bulb of my knob. Her tongue flashed out and slicked across the smooth skin of my uncapped helmet which set my cock swelling up within seconds! She continued to frig me as she wet her tongue against her lush red lips and then took my knob fully inside her mouth, sucking with gusto as my tool throbbed with pleasure. Sensing that this intense activity would make me spend too soon, she ceased sucking and instead dived her head down to plant a light series of tiny butterfly kisses up and down the stem, encompassing my balls and running beyond to that too often neglected area between the ballsack and arse-hole. She followed this delightful oral massage with some sharp licks on my now bursting shaft and then thrust my trusty tool in and out of her mouth in a quickening rhythm, deep into her throat and then out again with her pink tongue lapping my helmet at the end of each stroke, soaking up the drops of thick liquid which were already forming at the 'eye' on top of my knob. In vain I tried to prolong the delicious pleasure but Lucy's lascivious sucking was simply too powerful to resist and I could not prevent the sperm that had boiled up inside my balls spurting up my stem and crashing out of my pulsating prick. I pumped a thick, creamy emission of jism inside her mouth which she swallowed with evident delight, smacking her lips as she happily gulped down the last dregs of spunk from my fast-deflating cock. 'Was that nice?' she enquired somewhat unnecessarily. I nodded my head and panted my agreement, 'Lucy, that was a truly splendid sucking-off. Do you know, I've often wondered whether girls can learn how to suck a stiff cock or whether it is simply an inbred ability.' 'I don't really know,' she said, considering my question thoughtfully. 'Perhaps it's something to do with the first time a girl ever takes a cock in her mouth. I remember my introduction to, what's the posh word for it, sir? 'Fellatio, Lucy,' I answered, as I stole a quick look at my watch. She must have seen me do so for she continued, 'Oh, please don't go yet, sir.
For a start, the mistress will be engaged with Standlake for at least another ten minutes and I'm sure she'd want to say good-bye to you before you leave.' 'Jolly good, then I'll gladly stay and listen to you.' I said, snuggling myself on the bed next to her as she lay with her head on my shoulder and her fingers still toying with my limp shaft. 'Well, it all began three years ago when I left school and took up service in Lord and Lady Jackson's house in Grosvenor Street.
It was a very happy household but when her son Terence came back home from Cambridge University for the Christmas holidays, I was silly enough to become intimately involved with him. 'He was a nice, good-looking boy and from the moment he first saw me I could tell that he was as attracted to me as I was to him. Well, it all started one evening when the master and mistress were out at one of Sir Barry Gray's literary soirees in Chelsea. Terry's sister was also out so I knew that he would be alone in the sitting-room. So I marched in there after supper on the pretence of tidying up the newspapers and changing the ashtrays as Lord Jackson smokes those big Cuban cigars. Terry was sitting in an armchair reading the evening paper but I could see him eyeing me over the top of the page as I leaned down in front of him to see if the ashtray on the side table needed emptying. I was wearing a frilly white blouse and I had purposely undone the top two buttons so that the swell of my breasts must have been visible to him. I knew that he would have loved to feel them but, being a polite young gentleman, needed some sign of encouragement before even speaking to me. 'So I deliberately emptied a few grains of cigar ash on his trousers! “Oh, I am sorry. Master Terence, here, I'll brush it off for you,” I said, and started to flick away the ash which had landed on his thigh. 'We began to talk and one thing led to another and after about ten minutes I found myself
