fingers and tugged at it quite vigorously, which made me spend profusely as I writhed my hips dementedly. Then he lowered his mouth again and slurped noisily on my drenched pussey, his tongue driving fast round the juicy crack from which dribbled a flow of tangy love juice which he swallowed with evident relish. 'I would have liked nothing better to have repaid the compliment by sucking his prick but the first of the other guests would soon be arriving and I needed time to put my clothes back on.
Simon also understood why I would not let him fuck me with his sizeable prick which he had let free from the confines of his trousers. I am sure you will agree, Rupert, that it would have been far too forward to let oneself be fucked after so brief an introduction.' 'Oh absolutely so,' I said gravely, nodding my head in agreement. 'I never fuck with any girl I have known for less than thirty minutes.' Marianne's delicious dimples showed as she smiled broadly at my ironic comment and said: 'A very wise maxim to follow-and one should be most careful when recounting the pleasures of one's fucking, though I know I can trust you to keep the tale I have just told you under your hat. For as Moliere rather cynically wrote: le scandals du monde est ce qui fait l'offense, et ce n'est pas pecher que pecher en silence.' 'So poor Professor Webb must be feeling rather frustrated unless he has sought relief from the five-fingered widow,' I commented. 'Perhaps, though I think it more likely that he asked one of the girls in that group over by the window to toss him off.' That would be rather dangerous, wouldn't it?' 'Not really, for I am certain that he has probably fucked at least three of them. Amanda Wellsend, the tall blonde girl, told me only this evening that she rode a splendid St George on Simon's cock the other afternoon.' Marianne looked down and lightly touched the bulge in my lap with her hand. I think that you might be more frustrated than Professor Webb,' she murmured. 'Do erotic anecdotes make you feel randy too? I must say that after telling you that lewd story, I'm also feeling pretty horny myself.' My blood was on fire and I muttered: 'What a pity there are no private rooms to which we could repair.' 'But there are, my dear-wait here for just a moment and I'll arrange everything for us,' she replied, a lascivious smile forming across her lips as her hand dived down to give my swollen cock a friendly squeeze. Marianne then made her way through the chattering crowd to where Professor Webb was holding court with his amor at a Amanda Wellsend and her friends. I saw her whisper something in his ear after which he passed something small from his waistcoat pocket to her which she clutched in her fist. When she returned to me she opened her hand to reveal a key. 'For one of the bedrooms upstairs?' I hazarded. She gave a wolfish grin and said: 'Who's a clever boy, then?' and she took my hand and pulled me towards the staircase. I was hardly unwilling to accompany her but as we climbed the stairs I glanced back to see how Frank was fairing-and I was pleased to see that he had now joined Professor Webb's little group and was deep in discussion with a striking red-haired girl who was laughing at some witty remark Frank had just made if the rather smug expression on his face was a true guide to what was happening down there. When we reached the landing Marianne pulled me across into the passage leading to the bedrooms and unlocked the door to our left.
We went in and she closed the door behind us as I switched on the electric light. The room was richly furnished and I was delighted to see there was a large double bed for us-fucking on a narrow single mattress can be fine but I am sure you will agree, dear reader, that un lit matrimonial offers more room for both partners. Be that as it may, Marianne and I wasted no time in tearing off our clothes and in under a minute we were rolling around quite naked on the Professor's huge bed, our mouths glued together in a passionate kiss, our tongues lashing away inside the other's mouth, hugging and clutching each other in a frenzy of loving voluptuousness. Finally, I was forced to break away from our embrace to draw breath- and raising myself on my elbow I looked down upon the soft, quivering body of this exquisite girl. She had unpinned her hair and her gorgeous face was now set off by soft waves of chestnut hair which cascaded down over her shoulders.
Her firm, jutting breasts stood out proudly whilst her well-rounded shoulders tapered down into a surprisingly small waist. Yet her thighs were full and beautifully proportioned whilst between her long legs lay a furry fleece of brown hair which formed a delicious veil over her pouting pink cunney lips. Marianne whispered: 'Let's start with a soixante-neuf. Why don't you lick my cunt whilst I suck your cock?' I have always maintained that this is the most ingenious yet easiest erotic position after the simple man-on-top-woman-underneath-on-her-back 'missionary' position, so called because our more bigoted evangelicals have always taught that this is the only permissible way to engage in intercourse. I have always delighted in the magic of soixante-neuf and Marianne and I assumed the position which led to me repositioning myself so that my legs were up against the bedstead with my cock by Marianne's mouth whilst my own lips were just inches away from the succulent goal of her sweet pussey. I inhaled and savoured the piquant fragrance before burying my face between her legs in this aromatic nest of love. I kissed her creamy crack and my tongue began whipping back and forth, taking on a life of its own when I slipped the tip of my tongue between her cunney lips which opened in salute as it bored deep inside her juicy wet cunt. I felt for her clitty and ran my tongue up and down the sides, teasing it into a full erection as taking it now between my lips I tweaked its plump unsheathed base with the tip of my tongue, which sent tremors of lustful passion hurtling through her.
Meanwhile Marianne closed her lips around the bulbous uncapped knob of my raging stiffstander and it was my turn to shudder as her tongue flicked over my helmet, down the shaft and over my balls before reversing the route back to the mushroom dome. Her moist mouth worked its way over every inch of my rock-hard cock, her hand grasping the base as she pumped her head up and down, keeping her lips taut, kissing and sucking my pulsating prick as she ground her now sopping cunt against my face-our tempos matching in increasing speed, faster and faster as our twitches grew into tremors, the tremors into convulsions as first Marianne climaxed, moaning her joy as she flooded my mouth with her liquid spendings. Soft and yielding, the delicate cunney flesh was slippery against my tongue and I was engulfed in her spasms which sent waves of love juice coursing their way through her love channel and into my mouth and over my face. Now I felt the first unmistakable rise of spunk rising up from my balls as Marianne continued to suck my throbbing tool, somehow managing to take almost all my shaft deep down into her throat. Her tongue slid juicily up and down until, with a low growl I cried out: 'Ahhh, here it comes!' and I shot an explosive stream of sticky white froth into her mouth which she gulped down as best she could though my emission was so strong that some of my spunk dribbled down her chin. I sat up and she leaned forward, tasting ourselves as we exchanged a long, lingering kiss.
Much like artichokes and olives, cunnilingus is an acquired taste but I would urge all young men who wish to pleasure their partners to try it. After all, is there a chap to be found anywhere in this world, regardless whether he prefers blondes, brunettes, or redheads in bed or indeed even if he is of the homosexualist persuasion, who does not love having his cock sucked? And if your bed-mate pleasures you, should you not play the game and return the compliment? Pussey-eating is an art in its infancy in this country which is, I am convinced, one of the reasons why English girls seem to fall so readily into the beds of the Latin races who practice cunnilingus almost as a matter of course. Certainly, as far as Marianne was concerned, having her pussey pleasured by my mouth made her terribly randy. 'Rupert,' she said throatily, her voice crackling with desire, I want you to fuck me now, so slide your lovely cock in my cunt straightaway, if you please.' Well, though putting myself in danger of sounding like an alehouse braggart, I should record here that my ability to keep a stiff prick at the ready has often been a source of joy and sometimes delighted surprise to my bed-mates, and at the age of eighteen, when the incident I am now describing took place, my prowess was at its peak and I could spend six or seven times a night without over-exerting myself in any great fashion. So to return to the tale, despite spurting copiously into Marianne's mouth, my cock retained much of its tumescence and the soft touch of Marianne's fingers soon had my shaft standing stiffly to attention. She lay back on the bed, and I raised myself on top of her superb body and looked down upon the delicious curves of her breasts with their elongated erect nipples pointing outwards. My eyes then travelled downwards to her milky white thighs, which were as perfectly proportioned as any Grecian statue and spread wide to reveal every exquisite fold of her juicy cunt. Slowly I eased myself down upon her, my cock sliding between her slicked cunney lips into the clinging moistness of her love channel, driving deeper and deeper until my prick was fully embedded inside her and our pubic hairs mashed together. Instantly, our bodies began to thrash back and forth in a fit of lustful passion.
Clinging madly to each other, Marianne clamped her legs around my waist, squealing with delight as I pumped away and her hips writhed and twisted in time with my thrusts to maximise her pleasure. What a marvellous fuck this was! Her cunney had been so well-oiled by her previous spend that I was able to slide my cock in up to the hilt and her pussey absorbed every inch of my shaft, rippling over my length as her body exploded into a series of tiny spends. She tossed her head from side to side, biting her lower lip for she was worried that letting out her emotions in an ardent scream might be heard above the din of the partying guests downstairs. But when my own orgasm arrived and I flooded her cunney with a vibrant stream of hot, frothy spunk, she could not contain herself and whilst spout after spout of sticky sperm poured from my cock deep inside her velvety cavern, she let out an uninhibited howl of pure ecstasy as she shuddered to a magnificent climax. Now despite my previous remark
