between when the pair leave the stage to when they have to make their next entrance so I thought I would keep a close eye on them during this interval. 'I made my way to Gwendolen's dressing room, which was at the far end of a small, badly lit corridor. There was a light shining through the door which was only slightly ajar and I could hear the soft murmur of voices as I approached. As I had guessed, Gwen was talking to Arthur, but I was shocked and faced with a difficult dilemma when I heard her whisper throatily: “Suck my titties, darling, you know how that excites me!” Should I or should I not make my presence known and break up their spooning? I peered in through the gap left by the half-shut door. Gwendolen looked simply stunning-if you've never met her, let me tell you that she is a most attractive girl, well-built with long curly strawberry-blonde hair and a curvey figure. She had taken off the dress she was wearing in Act One and was lying in Arthur's arms on a pile of clothes heaped on the floor wearing only a silk camisole which had ridden up to reveal her frilly white knickers. She had let the shoulder straps fall down and Arthur had cupped her large creamy white breasts in his hands. He had taken off his shirt and vest but had kept on his tights which bulged so much between his legs I thought that the material would soon give way! Gwendolen stroked this enormous bulge as she repeated her request for Arthur to suck her titties. She made herself comfortable on his lap, put her arm around his neck and pulled his face to her naked nipples. '“Oooh! Oooh! How lovely,” she moaned as he nibbled gently away, tweaking one erect red tittie between the fingers of his left hand as he twisted his tongue around the other, and Gwendolen moaned with delight, holding him in a vicelike grip as with his right hand he lifted her camisole even higher to rub his palm against her pussey. She arched her back upwards to allow him to pull down her knickers and I don't mind telling you that this sight made my own cock swell up so much that I was forced to unbutton my flies and let my stiff shaft spring out of my trousers. My hand flew to my rigid rod but somehow I managed to resist the temptation to toss myself off.
Instead, I squeezed my bursting prick as I watched Arthur's fingers burying themselves in Gwendolen's furry mound, which made her shake in a series of spasms before she gasped: “Arthur, let me do something for you.” He pulled away for a moment and attempted to take off his tights. He pushed them over the protuberance made by his swollen prick and let them down together with his underpants down to his ankles.
'Gwendolen reached out and grasped his tumescent tool, sliding her hand up and down the thick veiny shaft and they frigged each other frenziedly as they exchanged a long, deep French kiss. I could no longer contain myself and indulged in a rapid five knuckle shuffle.
Gwendolen lay back and spread her legs and the sight of Arthur's fingers sliding in and out of her hairy crack brought me to the boil very quickly and turning aside I ejaculated a stream of creamy jism all over the wall behind me. In double quick time I mopped it up with a handkerchief as best as I could. Then as I dried my knob I looked back again at the frenetic couple in the room in front of me who by now were about to progress to an actual fuck. Gwendolen was now on her back with her head resting on a plump cushion and Arthur was on his knees between her legs. He grabbed a second cushion and slid it under her backside and then he nudged her knees further apart as he took his thick prick in his hand and carefully inserted the uncapped bulbous helmet into her cunney. I swear I could hear the squelchy sound of his shaft parting her love lips and entering her cunt as she clasped her legs around his waist and he fucked her in a slow yet steady rhythm, his hands cupping her breasts as he pumped in and out of her juicy love channel. '“Go on big boy, fuck my pussey with that big fat dick. Ram your cock into my crack you dear lad!” she cried out as she drummed her feet against the small of his back to force every inch of his pulsating tool inside her. Arthur was now panting from his exertions as he pounded away, his body rocking backwards and forwards between her spread fleshy thighs. Gwendolen was obviously spending as she raked his back with her fingernails as she thrilled to the sweet sensations of her spend, but as he trembled on the brink of his climax she gasped: “Best not come inside me tonight, Arthur, it's not a good time of the month.” “Oh, damnation!” he grunted, clearly disappointed but gallantly and wisely, he jerked his hips upward and withdrawing his gleaming, throbbing penis, proceeded to shoot a flood of milky white semen all over her belly. Gwendolen wriggled out from underneath him and wiped her pussey with the corner of one of the discarded old costumes upon which they had been lying. 'Time for another quick one?” she asked and before he could answer she leaned forwards on her hands and knees and presented the full moons of her soft rounded buttocks to Arthur's (and my own!) delighted gaze. His cock was still meaty looking but it swelled up again to a full erection after he slicked his hand up and down his wet shaft. Then when his prick was ready again for action he pulled open her rounded bottom-cheeks and, after wetting his knob with spittle, inserted the tip of his chopper inside the wrinkled brown rosette of her rear-dimple. She writhed with the pleasure and the shock afforded by this new sensation and Arthur had his work cut out to keep his cock in place. 'Her plump bum slapped nicely against the back of Arthur's thighs as he pounded away and reaching behind her she caressed his heavy ballsack as she rocked to and fro in time with Arthur's piston thrusts. My own cock had swollen up again but before I could even think of frigging myself for a second time, Arthur's torso suddenly went rigid and he spurted spasm after spasm of spunk into Gwendolen's arse-hole. 'But now came the disaster that nearly led to the abandonment of last night's performance of the play! For as Arthur emptied his balls he cried out not in ecstasy but in agony: “Ow! Ow! Ow! My back! My back!” as he fell forward on top of her, his prick still embedded in Gwendolen's back passage as they collapsed in an untidy heap. Poor Arthur was in obvious pain, his back muscles having seized up so badly that he was unable to move his body by even an inch. “Arthur, what's the matter?-please get off me!” cried Gwendolen in vain. They were joined together by Arthur's prick but she managed to wriggle free from this tender trap, leaving Arthur moaning in agony on the carpet of old costumes. '“For God's sake get help, Gwen, I'm in terrible pain,” moaned Arthur and hearing his plea I decided to make my presence known. I quickly walked back a few yards and then walked briskly towards the room, knocked on the door and threw it wide open. I feasted my eyes on Gwendolen's delicious naked charms for she was so agitated she made no attempt to cover her titties or her silky pubic muff of light brown curb. '“Oh Michael, thank goodness you're here,” she said with undisguised relief. I pretended to look shocked as I replied: “Good God, what's been going on here, Gwendolen? Did Arthur attack you?” 'Despite the desperate situation, she smiled briefly before replying: “Not in the way your question suggests; we were, er, urn, doing some indoor exercise when suddenly Arthur keeled over and now he can't move!” '“You'd better change, Gwendolen, your next scene opens in just over ten minutes' time,” I said crisply, picking up Arthur's tights from the floor. “I'll go next door to Arthur's room and slip these on, pronto. Luckily we're near enough of the same build so I'll be able to change into his shirt and doublet as well. I'll take your boots as well, Arthur, if you don't mind. You know the first rule of all thespians- no matter what, the show must go on.” 'Gwendolen clapped her hands together and looked admiringly at me. “Oh, Michael, I didn't realise what a masterful chap you are-but do you know Arthur's part?” '“I've heard you rehearse often enough and we studied the play at school, but if I lose my place, young Sheena Walshaw is an excellent prompter and she'll help me out. Luckily the action takes place when the set won't be lit too brightly so hopefully the substitution won't be too glaring even for those people in the front stalls.” 'I promised Arthur that I would send someone to help him as soon as possible and then went next door and changed into his costume.
I grabbed Gwendolen's hand and pulled her along the corridor and upstairs to the side of the stage, where Sidney Smyth glared at her and whispered: “I was just about ready to send out a search party.”
Then when he saw me dressed as Vincentio his eyes bulged but he only had time to gurgle an imprecation before Gwendolen and I sailed onto the stage. The Gods were with me and I managed to get through my lines without once having to take recourse of a prompt. In the wings, the rest of the cast gathered to find out what was happening, and as Gwendolen and I finished our scene to a storm of applause we were almost mobbed when the curtain came down at the end of the Act. I hastily explained what had befallen the stricken Arthur, tactfully omitting the prurient details of his unfortunate accident. Sidney went in front of the curtains and asked if there were a doctor in the house and fortunately Dr Fulham of the John Radcliffe Infirmary was in the audience and he kindly offered his services to us. During the interval, we managed to get Arthur up on his feet but I continued to play the role for the rest of the evening and Sidney made a further announcement to the audience explaining that the actor playing Vincentio had been taken ill and that I would act as understudy for the remainder of the play.
'Gwendolen was very grateful. Not only had I saved the day as far as the play was concerned but also that I had not breathed a word about how Arthur came to strain his back so badly! By the time we went back to our dressing rooms, Arthur had been helped back to his college and Gwendolen turned to me and suggested that I brought my clothes into her room so that we could change together. When I returned with my clothes she said: “I do so admire the way you solved our problem, Michael. But do you know, all this stress has given me all kinds of aches and pains. Would you care to massage my back for me?” '“Certainly I would,” I replied, “although I had better tell you that I have never tried to massage anybody before.” '“Oh, I'm sure that a clever chap like you will have no difficulties,” she replied and before my very eyes she slipped out of her costume and gave me full view again of her delectable naked body. She lay face downwards on the small sofa and I licked my lips when Gwendolen wriggled her
