I exploded inside Katie's sweet mouth, flooding her throat with a deluge of sticky spunk which she greedily swallowed though she could not cope with my copious spend. My spunk gushed out between her lips and ran down her chin and finally fell upon Barbara's nose as she continued to suck my balls. When Katie had finally milked my prick of its last drops of jism I stood there in a daze with my prick limp. Then Katie pulled Barbara aside and whispered something in her ear that I could not quite catch. Katie then turned back to me and said: 'We would like to see your cock stand up stiff again, Rupert. Can you oblige us?'
'Not yet, I'm afraid,' I said sadly looking down at my flaccid shaft. 'Well, I have the answer. Take off the rest of your clothes please,' she commanded and so I did just that, carefully putting them in a neat pile by my chair. Katie grinned and said: 'Good-now we are going to play a little game. We're going to imagine that we are back at your school-St Lionel's, if I am not mistaken-and you have been summoned to the Headmaster's study for bad behaviour.
Now sir, will you stiffen your prick!' 'I'm terribly sorry but I'm unable to just for the moment,' I mumbled. 'Very well,' said Katie crisply. 'Bend down, you naughty boy, and touch your toes.'
Again, I did as I was told, feeling rather nervous as Katie opened my legs slightly so that the girls could see my hairy ballsack hanging down. Then Barbara passed her hand lightly across my bare bottom cheeks and they began to wallop my arse with their palms, taking turns to smack me. It hurt a bit after a time but strangely enough did not feel as unpleasant as perhaps it should have done. Smack, smack, SMACK! There, you naughty boy! How dare you visit us with a dangling tool!' Smack, smack, SMACK! 'Such an impudent fellow, isn't he? Take that, that and that!' I craned my head backwards and saw that whilst one girl was tanning my hide the other was busily undressing and by the time my arse was really stinging from their slaps, both girls were quite nude. I looked down at my prick and saw that as if by magic it now stood up in a rampant state of erection, standing majestically high with the tip of my knob touching my navel. 'He's ready now,' cried Katie. 'Well, here's your chance, Barbara. I would let yourself be fucked by young Rupert, if I were you, so that when you and Campbell finally jump into bed you'll know exactly what to expect.'
'Do you think so?' said Barbara anxiously, as she thought for a moment before making up her mind. 'Yes, you're quite right, of course.
Rupert, may I take it that you have no objections?' My father had always drummed it in to my head that one should always help a lady in distress-not that I needed any encouragement as the lovely girl stretched herself out on the luxuriantly thick carpet. She really was an exceptional beauty with extremely large breasts topped by well- proportioned ruby nipples. Her mound was a veritable delight with a profusion of exquisite dark brown hair covering her furrow and the pouting lips of her cunney looked hugely inviting. I knelt before this sensual goddess, spreading her legs wide as she grasped my rigid rod to feed it to her hungry pussey. She guided my knob between her cunney lips and slowly, thrillingly, I inched my staff inside her willing wet cunt as it sucked in my throbbing cock. I fucked her as slowly as possible, taking my time as her cunney muscles clutched sweetly at the sides of my shaft while I hovered above her, supporting myself on my arms. Then deeper and deeper, but still with deliberate speed, I thrust back and forth inside her. She began to moan and shudder and I paused. 'Am I hurting you?' I asked for this was after all Barbara's initiation into the grandest game, though her hymen must have been broken even before her tribadic double-ended dildo encounter with Lizzie with which we had just been regaled. I moved inexorably on, my hands holding her firmly just below her swaying breasts and I quickened my pumping at her request as I felt the walls of her love channel widen. She gyrated like a girl possessed and my cock was drawn in to the limit as I corked her cunt, my balls banging against her bottom as I plunged my prick in and out of her dark cavern. The familiar tingle in my balls announced that the first surge of spunk was beginning its journey up to my rock-hard shaft. 'Can I spunk inside you?' I panted. Instinctively she opened her legs even wider, plumbing her hidden depths and as I drove in and out in the final passionate frenzy, her pussey exploded. She was wracked by great shudders that rippled through her body so that each time, however impossible it seemed to be, her cunney opened a little wider. As every current jolted through her she willed herself on, shouting: 'Yes! Yes!
Shoot your spunk!' and she rose to meet me as I plunged yet again into her. The first unstoppable surge of sperm coursed its way up my cock.
Time and time again I rammed into her, filling her cunt to overflowing with my jets of jism. Gush upon gush flowed into her from my spurring knob. My balls knocked unmercifully against her, throbbing with the mighty power of their emptying ejaculations. A tide of relief washed over us as my pace slowed. Everything that was in me was now inside her cunt. The last irregular spasms of my come shook me and Barbara gave one last convulsive heave and then lay very still, her arms and legs splayed out, her breasts quivering still with the energy she had expended. My lusty young cock was now truly spent and I pulled out my shrunken shaft and rolled off her. 'Well done, Rupert,' cried Katie, who had been following our coupling closely. 'I was most impressed that such a youthful prick could perform so well.'
'Well done indeed,' echoed Barbara. 'I came twice before you spunked. But I fear I have left little for you to enjoy, Katie. Poor Rupert will never manage another cockstand this afternoon.'
'Never mind, my sweet love; carpe diem, guam minimum credula postero and with respect to Rupert whose prick I would certainly enjoy having in my cunney or up my bum, I am well served for cock just now.
If you recall Mr. Nolan the cinematographer has placed his Yankee pole at my disposal this evening and he really does know how to satisfy a girl.' We decided to dress ourselves which was just as well because we had only just finished when the Reverend Armstrong arrived, to be followed shortly afterwards by Wallace in our best carriage.
Katie accepted my offer of a ride back to her home as she wanted to leave Barbara and Campbell alone to enjoy themselves in privacy! I was feeling satisfied with the way I had spent the afternoon but on the way back Katie suddenly said to me: 'Rupert, would you think it amiss if I gave you a word of advice?' 'Not at all, Katie but I do hope that I have done nothing to offend you,' I replied in genuine concern, somewhat puzzled by the serious tone of her words. She shook her head. 'Oh no, my dear boy, far from it. I would just like to say this to you. Fucking is the finest sport that a young man can engage in.
However, if you ever reach the stage where one fuck is like another, when afterwards you cannot picture who it was you fucked and the particular taste of the girl concerned, then you should give your cock a rest and simply take yourself in hand-in every sense of the phrase if need be-until you are able to resume, refreshed and reinvigorated to enjoy the wonderful world of pussey and the ever-altering feel of one cunney from another.' I pondered over her wise words. Over the years I have thanked the blessed providence for the fact that every pussey that I have ever encountered has been new and different in some way. Still, I have never forgotten Katie's counselling and there have indeed been periods-of as long as three or four weeks on occasion-when I have refrained from dipping my wick, even though the opportunity has been there for the taking. At this early stage in my career as a cocksman, however, I simply filed Katie's warning in the banks of memory. I returned back to Albion Towers in the highest of spirits and naturally was eager to tell Frank about all my experiences. 'You should have come with me to Farnham, old chap, as I am sure that at worst, Katie Harbottle would have sucked you off even if she didn't want to fuck.' 'Not to worry,' said Frank cheerfully. 'I really did have a slight headache this afternoon and besides I had a jolly good time earlier on with Fred and Campbell whilst you were with Katie and Barbara.' 'Did you now,' I said, settling down in my chair as we idled away the time before dinner in the billiards room, undisturbed by any other members of the household.
'Yes,' he said smugly. 'I do not know whether it is the keen Yorkshire air that makes people so randy in this part of the world but I give you my word that I am not exaggerating a jot about what happened after luncheon. Fred, Campbell and I decided to trudge up to the ruins of Knaresborough Castle. Living so near, you must have been there many times, but Campbell told Fred Nolan how the site of the castle commands prospects of great beauty and extent. Indeed..
“Knaresborough From The Castle Hill” is a favourite subject with many artists. 'Campbell was telling us about a secret passage leading from the castle yard to the moat when we came across one of these artists, an extremely pretty lady in her mid twenties, sitting in front of an easel and looking earnestly at the scene in front of her.
She was wearing a dose-fitting costume in the modern style which showed off her slim body and lovely big breasts which jutted out like two melons. I don't mind telling you that my cock began to stiffen just at the sight of these two beauties which were only half hidden by a low-cut top. 'Well, what do ya know,' gasped Mr. Nolan when we approached her. 'It's Miss Patricia Miller or I'm a Dutchman. Hey, Patsy, how'ya doing, honey?” The girl looked up and, Christ, Rupert, she really was a beauty. Her mop of red hair set off the most beautiful face which lit up when she saw us. “My God, it's Fred Nolan,” she cried out in a most pleasing Yankee draw, “fancy seeing you here.”
