throat. Up and down, up and down bobbed her head until I almost fainted away with pleasure. Once she had thoroughly anointed my pulsing prick, Beth climbed aboard for a ride. She leaned over so that her stalky red nipples brushed my chest and this time she raised no objection as I slid my hands under them and rubbed her titties against my palms. This was a short, sharp fuck but memorable for its intensity for her cunney muscles clung deliciously to my cock as it slid up and down inside her tight, wet sheath. All too soon, the spunk came rushing through my twitching tool and with a low growl, I sent a mighty burst of hot, seething jism upwards into her eager nook. Gush after gush spurted deep inside as Beth's climax followed almost immediately. There, do you feel better now?' she enquired with a smile as we lay in each other's arms. 'I should say so,' I said enthusiastically. 'Let's finish that bottle of wine and have another little fuck before luncheon.' 'What a splendid idea!' said a voice from the doorway and we looked over to see that Esme had returned. 'I'll just undress and then I'll fill our glasses,' she added as she took off her coat.
Esme was as good as her word and the three of us lay naked on the bed, drinking and laughing until Esme took hold of my semi-stiff love trunk and rubbed it between her palms until it stood up to attention, waving slightly as Beth and Esme knelt down in front of it and took turns to lick my shaft. Esme then gobbled my purple knob before taking about three inches of my cock into her mouth. As she sucked lustily on my delighted tadger, Beth kissed and licked my ballsack and then the girls swapped places and Beth lapped at my bared knob with the tip of her tongue, savouring the salty pre-cum which had already formed around the 'eye'. I thrust my slippery shaft upwards between her lips as she jammed my cock between them. There was time for just one more turnabout as Esme took my pulsating pole inside her mouth and she slid her lips as far down my shaft as possible, feeling my wiry pubic hair tickle her nose. She sneezed and Beth left her exquisite palpating of my hairy ballsack to say gaily: 'Esme dear, Lady Scadgers' Book of Etiquette expressly states that one should never sneeze with one's mouth full of cock.' I thought that Esme would choke with laughter but she sucked away vigorously until the girls finished me off and she swallowed my spunk in great gulps, pulling me hard into her mouth as I delivered the contents of my balls in a fierce squirt of white frothy cream. They licked up the last drains of my spend together until my prick had been totally milked and my shaft began to shrink back to its normal size. Beth and Esme would liked to have continued playing three-in-a-bed- who was the dolt who laid down the old law about the female being the weaker of the sexes?-but I was saved by the resonant sound of the dining-room gong and I invited the girls to quickly dress themselves and join me for luncheon. By good fortune Mike Beattie and his friend and fellow-Scot Allan Campbell were taking luncheon in college that day and I took the opportunity of introducing the Caledonian duo to Beth and Esme. When the girls left us to wash their hands I hurriedly explained my predicament to the two Scottish lads. 'I may be wrong but in all probability Beth and Esme are expecting to be fucked this afternoon and frankly, I'm just not capable of performing any more till tonight at the earliest. Would you kindly offer your cocks to the girls if need be?' 'With pleasure, Rupert,' said Mike warmly.
'Shall we inform the ladies that our pricks are at their disposal or would you prefer to tell them yourself?' It's probably best to play it by ear,' I advised the eager lads who were only too willing to please the two insatiable girls if required. I think you'll know well enough if your services are required.' 'It's a pity I'm not wearing my kilt or they could see something to tickle their fancy without too much bother,' commented Allan, but as it turned out, the four of them got on splendidly and after polishing off two bottles of the college claret, we were all feeling very merry. Esme asked Allan what was his field of study and when he replied that he was taking a degree in English Literature, she made us all roar with laughter when she said she also enjoyed poetry and, when being told that Allan's home city was Dundee, recited the following limerick:
There was a young man of Dundee, Who one night went out on the spree; He wound up his clock With the tip of his cock, And buggered himself with the key.
'I hope I have not offended you,' she said, but Allan shook his head and replied: 'Of course not, Esme, would you like to hear another rhyme about my home town?
A pretty young girl from Dundee Went down to the river to pee. A man in a punt Put his hand on her cunt, By God! How I wish it was me.'
It must be the influence of McGonagall which makes people laugh when they find a Dundonian who is studying poetry,' said Michael Beattie. 'Probably so,' said Esme, “but tell me, from where do you hail, Michael?' 'From Perth, another city on the silvery Tay, as McGonagall might say.' 'Very good,' said Esme, finishing off her glass of the very passable college claret. Then I dedicate a verse to you-how about:
Mike Beattie who hails from Perth Had the biggest balls e'er seen on earth. They grew to such size That one won a prize And goodness knows what they were worth.'
Perhaps it was as well that a two shilling bribe to Mrs. Woodway, who supervised mid-week luncheons, afforded us the luxury of dining in a small private room off the main hall. When it was time to pass the port we were all rather flushed and certainly far merrier than when we sat down to begin our meal. This free and easy atmosphere afforded me the opportunity to ask Beth if she and Esme would agree to my leaving the party. 'Please don't be offended but if I don't get on with my work I really will have good cause to worry and not even your delightful Oriental rub down will be able to help me-not even if you massage Professor Webb and my tutor!' 'It's quite all right, Rupert,' she said kindly.*You run along- Esme and I will be well taken care of by these two strapping Scotsmen, won't we boys?'
Allan and Michael chorused their agreement and so I kissed the two girls goodbye and walked back slightly unsteadily to my quarters.
But after a brief rest, dear reader, at the third time of trying I finally managed to find my way to the library where I spent the rest of the afternoon with my nose to the grindstone! But no, I cannot conclude these memoirs with an economy of truth! I did take a ten minute break at four o'clock to see if the girls had stayed with Allan and Michael. I left my books and papers on the library desk and made my way up to Michael Beattie's rooms. I thought I could hear some familiar sounds but as I discovered as I tried slowly to turn the handle of his door, he had taken the sensible precaution of locking the happy group out of sight of prying eyes. Now if he reads this manuscript, Mike Beattie will discover for the first time, that what went on that afternoon did not go unseen! For as I cursed Mike for being so careful, who should I meet on the landing but Nancy, who had also been drawn to the scene by the muffled cries and giggles that emanated from (as he is now entitled to be known, having joined the Scots Guards after graduation) Major Beattie's bedroom.
Carefully, she unlocked the door with her skeleton key and I pushed the door slightly ajar so that we could see inside-and what we saw was worth the effort we had made to view the lewd girls and boys!
Allan Campbell lay sprawled naked but hors de combat on the carpet, fast asleep, with his prick dangling over his left thigh as he lay dead to the world. But Mike Beattie was obviously made of sterner stuff for he was engaged in an interesting situation with Beth and Esme on the bed. Beth was on her back and Esme was lying on top of her so that the two girls' tummies and titties were pressed together with Esme's legs stretched out to encompass her friend's limbs. But behind her, Mike had climbed up and Nancy and I saw him guide his thick cock in the crevice between Esme's luscious buttocks. 'Is he fucking her up the bum or in her cunney?' whispered Nancy as the broad shouldered Scot eased his knob into one of Esme's orifices. Mike unknowingly answered her question by groaning aloud: 'Esme, what a lovely juicy cunney you have, my prick is sliding into it like a knife through butter. And as he fucked her from behind, Esme sucked upon Beth's erect rosy titties as she pushed a thigh up against the blonde girl's pussey and began to rub it sensually against her silky fleece.
Their gentle caresses rapidly acquired an urgency as the lusty Mr.
Beattie slewed his sturdy prick in and out of Esme's moist, yielding love channel and in turn she sucked furiously upon Beth's firm nipples, all the while massaging those divinely full high breasts.
'Oooh! I've come!' squawked Esme. 'You lucky girl-then may I have Mike's cock inside me to finish me off?' Beth responded.
'Certainly you may, and I'm sure Mike has no objection,' said Esme graciously and she wriggled off her friend to let the handsome young Scot mount Beth and place the tip of his glistening cock inside her. 'Aaaah! That's the ticket-slide all your fat prick inside me!' cried Beth as she raised her hips sharply to meet his initial thrust, forcing more of his shaft inside her, though it slid out as she fell back on the pillow. On stiffened arms, he teased her cunney by only inserting a couple of inches of his sizeable length but then with a growl he drove down and she took in the entire veiny staff as their pubic hairs entwined together. She wrapped her legs around his waist as Esme kindly slid a pillow under her hips to intensify the pressure of his cock against her pubes. Beth thrashed around, caught up in a wild ecstasy as she spent again and again before Mike's body went rigid and he trembled all over before releasing his flow of sticky white love cream. Esme now re-entered the fray by pulling Mike off and rubbing
