about being able to fuck all night at the peak of my youthful vigour, I was now gasping for breath, almost insensible from my efforts and I flopped down beside Marianne and my cock languished limply over my thigh. 'Oh my, I hope you have not over-exerted yourself,' said Marianne anxiously as she placed her head on my chest and listened with concern to the thumping beats of my heart. I ran my fingers through her hair and smiled contently, at peace with the world. 'Just give me some time to recover, my love, and I'll be as fit as a fiddle,' I said, closing my eyes for a well-deserved little nap, and so Marianne obediently snuggled down and moulded her soft curves into my body as we held each other tight for our short journey to the Land of Nod. She woke first and roused me by kissing me all over my body. By the time her head burrowed down to reach my burgeoning prick I was already awake and I grunted my appreciation as she washed my uncapped knob all over with her tongue. She pulled her head back and flipped herself round to lie on her belly, pulling a pillow underneath her so the rounded globes of her backside were pushed out cheekily as with a sensuous little wriggle she signalled her readiness to be bottom-fucked. I needed no further invitation and immediately heaved myself up to kneel behind her. Carefully I pulled apart those delectable bum cheeks and angled her legs a little further apart to afford a better view of her puckered little nether orifice. Then I gently eased my knob between her buttocks and pushed into the tight little rosette. My cock was still moist from our previous spendings and I encountered little difficulty for her sphincter muscle soon relaxed and I slid my tadger in and out of the tight sheath, plunging my prick to and fro as Marianne reached back and spread her cheeks even further to widen the rim for me, jerking her arse in time to my rhythm as I wrapped one arm around her breasts, frigging each of her titties in turn and with my other hand I diddled her sopping pussey, rubbing her ditty, which afforded her the greatest of delight, doubling her pleasure now being fucked from both in front and behind. Her bottom responded to every shove as I jerked my hips to and fro and my balls fairly bounced against her smooth bum as I cornholed her to the very limit. The unique, almost indescribable tingling one experiences in the cockshaft towards the end of a fuck soon heralded the approaching arrival of my spend. I moved my stout shaft faster and faster as Marianne worked her bum with a will until she brought me off and I injected her rear with a lavish libation of gushing jism which warmed and lubricated her delirious bottom. When I had finished emptying my balls I withdrew my cock from her well-lathered back passage with an audible plop and sank back to rest after this lascivious episode for a well-earned rest. We had been at it for only just over an hour and already I had fucked her three times and from the gleam in Marianne's eyes, I suspected that the night was still young as far as she was concerned! Sure enough, in a short time our bodies were locked together as we mashed our mouths against each other's lips. With a fluttering tongue, she explored the inside of my mouth whilst I ran my hands over her proud thrusting breasts, letting my fingers delve into the crevice between the two white rounded beauties. 'Am I naughty to love fucking so much?' she sighed thoughtfully. 'Would you be shocked if I confessed to you that I like nothing better than a thick prick sliding in and out of my pussey?' 'Of course not, so long as you take care to guard against unwanted consequences and choose your lovers with care,'
I murmured, brushing away a stray lock of hair from her face.
'Well, naturally I wouldn't have let you spunk inside me without a johnny if I had not already taken precautions,' she said indignantly. 'And I would be very upset if the thought ever crossed your mind that I let any Tom, Dick or Harry fuck me.' 'It never crossed my mind and I assure you that I did not mean to imply any such dreadful imputation,' I said hastily. 'Furthermore I don't think you are wrong to love fucking – I also can't think of a nicer way to spend my time and after all, if the parsons are right to condemn intercourse except for the purpose of procreation, why did our Creator make love-making so pleasurable if he did not want us to enjoy it?' To my astonishment my rhetorical question was answered! 'I could not agree more with you. Apes have been observed to finish their sexual union in six seconds, the male using some seven or eight thrusts of the phallus to complete the act. Would the puritanically inclined wish us to behave in such fashion? Is this a benchmark to which we should aspire?' said a fruity male voice by the door. I sat up in shock at this interruption but Marianne appeared to be very little disturbed by the stranger's entrance. 'Don't fuss, Rupert,' she said soothingly.
'It's only our host who I am sure has come up here only to make sure that we are having a jolly time.' By Gad, she was absolutely right regarding the identity of the intruder for this uninvited visitor was indeed none other than our host, Professor Webb. He stood at the foot of the bed and flourished what must have been a spare key of the door before putting it back in his pocket. He beamed at us and said: 'You're not too tired to accommodate a fresh cock, are you, Marianne?' 'So long as it's rock-hard and ready to do its duty,' she answered. And before I could venture to give my opinion on the matter, our host was unbuckling his trousers and sitting down on the bed to bend down and take off his shoes and socks. 'I do owe Simon a good fuck, you remember. I had no time even to suck his cock before the party began after he had creamed my cunney so superbly with his mouth.' 'Be my guest. Professor,' I said rather sourly and moved across the bed as our uninvited guest climbed into bed with us.
Although the bed was large, we only just had enough room to allow him in with us. For he was naturally broad shouldered and over the years had developed a corpulent figure which tended to sag somewhat without the power of doming to pull him into shape. But there was nothing amiss with his massive love truncheon which stood out from a mass of grey-flecked ginger hair at the base of his belly. He climbed rather awkwardly on top of Marianne and I must say that I was concerned that her tight little crack might make it difficult to take in such a mighty weapon. But perhaps because she had just absorbed my own sizeable prick, even a shaft the girth of the Professor's presented no problems for her and I watched in awe as the gigantic crown of the Professor's cock slid between Marianne's pouting cunney lips. He took a deep breath and then let out a deep growl of satisfaction as inch by inch his thick tool disappeared inside her warm, juicy pit.
There, do you like my thick prick slipping into your juicy cunt, m'dear?' he asked roguishly.
“Yes, I love it. Push it all in, you randy cocksman!' she gasped, but teasingly he pulled back and she wailed with dismay as with a passionate jolt of his loins the randy pedagogue plunged it in again, which made her roll her hips and clasp her legs around his waist whilst his large hairy ballsack banged against her bum.
They fucked away in joyful unison, with Marianne clutching his ample buttocks to draw him even closer inside her and they heaved merrily away as he screwed his shaft in and around her luscious crack.
'Oh what a perfect pussey! How it sucks and clasps my cock!
A-h-r-e, I'm coming, I'm coming, I can't hold back!' he groaned and she panted: 'It's all right, don't worry-I'm almost there too.
Shoot your spunk, you thick-pricked fucker!' These lewd words sent them both passing the point of no return and the lewd pair gloried in the joys of an unforced simultaneous spend as they writhed around in ecstasy with Marianne's pussey awash with the Professor's jism as well as the love juices flowing freely from her own cunney.
Then, when they had completed the course, he moved off her, flopping over to lie down on her side that was furthest from me. Watching this erotic exhibition had so excited my flaccid cock that it had swollen back up again in a fine state of erect stiffness. I rolled over back to Marianne and began to kiss and cuddle her. The insatiable girl relished the idea of a further fuck and responded by embracing me whilst I played with her titties. I guided my hand between her legs and parting her cunney lips with my fingers, began to massage her wet pussey which made her purr with pleasure. Shortly her bottom began to jerk up and down to the rhythm of my frigging and she opened her legs wider to receive me as I clambered on top of her. We were both leaning on our sides as with a squelchy swishy sound my cock slid into her sopping love channel. Marianne rotated her hips, working her soft, wet flesh against my hot, hard shaft as I matched her rhythm, letting my length slide in and out of her clinging dampness until our surging cries of fulfillment echoed round the room as her cunt milked my prick which was thrusting faster and faster out of her sated body.
'Aaah! Aaah! One last push!' she screamed out and she bucked and twisted under me as her spend sent thrilling waves of electric delight crashing through every fibre of her being. She arched her hips and with a huge final shudder, sank happily into the bliss that follows the draining of love's reservoir. When we had all regained our strength, the three of us spent the rest of the night engaged in further fucking and sucking. I think my favourite position was fucking Marianne's cock-hungry cunney whilst she lustily sucked on the Professor's prick, though we tried several variations on this and similar themes until the first rays of daylight heralded the dawn.
After bidding the others farewell (for neither Marianne nor the Professor needed to rise at an early hour), I walked back to college with some difficulty, taking only small, bandy-legged steps as my over-indulgence had left me saddle-sore. God knows how long Marianne will need to recover from her all-night orgy, I thought as I hauled myself up the stairs to my room. There's just time for forty winks before breakfast, I decided whilst taking off my coat and dinner jacket, and without further ado I threw myself down upon my bed. But I was so completely worn out from the violent erotic excesses in which I had participated, that, this time being without the kind assistance of
