her gasp with fright. She knew, however, that she should not tense herself against the knob and she relaxed her cheeks as Harry drove forward again, this time reaching her puckered little bumhole, and he grunted with delight as he pushed in at least two or three inches of his prick, which fortunately was not too thick.
'Sophia obviously possessed an exquisitely tight reardimple and his cock rode in and out of the tight sheath of her bottom as at the same time he twiddled her nipples and kissed the back of her neck. Delightedly I watched his lusty young tool plunge in and out of the now widened rim of her bumhole, pumping and sucking like the thrust of an engine. She reached back and spread her cheeks even further as the pace quickened and the movements of her rump became more hurried until Harry shot his jets of spunk deep inside her bottom.
'All the while my fingers were working in and out of my pussy as my thighs squeezed together, but though some love juice dribbled out, it was not nearly as satisfying as a good honest fuck and Sophia had obviously reached the peaks of delight. They now lay silent except for their long-drawn breaths as the call of birds and the smell of mown grass came from the sunlit world around us.
'Then Harry sat up and, with a frown, told us that he had just remembered that he was already late for an appointment with Mr Atkins, the farm manager. The matter of business would detain him only a half-hour at most but he had to make his excuses. We said we would wait for him to return and he dressed quickly and ran as fast as he could after his exertions towards the farmhouse. Meanwhile, I decided to return to the bank and I picked up a fresh towel and dried myself as Sophia lay back, exposing her firm young body to the sun.'
Listening to this sensual tale had made my cock rock-hard and the telling had stimulated Louella who responded eagerly to my advances. She wriggled herself on her belly and twitched her rounded bottom cheeks provocatively at me. I immediately positioned myself for the charge and Louella took hold of my swollen prick and lasciviously placed it at the entrance to her puckered rosette. I pushed hard and she cried out in surprise more than discomfort. 'Go on, go on, Andrew. I want a nice thick pressing of juice up my bum.'
So I went to work with a will and her bottom responded gaily to every shove as I drove home, my balls bouncing against her smooth rounded bottom. I worked my sturdy prick in as far as it would go and it tingled deliciously in her velvety depths as her nether cheeks were drawn irresistably tight against my flat belly. I had corked her to the very limit. She squeezed to eject me from the constrictions of her bottom-hole but only served to heighten my pleasure. I moved in and out in a slow shunting movement as I snaked my right hand round her waist and, diving into her curly motte, I massaged her little erect clitty, with much luscious kissing as she turned her dear head towards me. I could feel her love juices flowing as she worked her bum to bring me off in a flood of gushing come which both warmed and lubricated her superb backside. As I spurted into her I continued to work my prick back and forth so that it remained stiffly hard and, with a 'pop', I uncorked it from her well lubricated arsehole. We lay exhausted, recovering our senses as the warm sunshine bathed the room in a rosy glow. My, my, the tenderness of those hours will ever remain with me, tamen urit amor; quis enim adsit amori. (Love consumes me yet, for what bound may be set to love?-Virgil.)
By now we were hungry and we eagerly devoured the sandwiches and consumed the lemonade I had luckily packed in my rucksack. I asked Louella if she could come to the school that evening as I had no preparation before me and I wanted to fuck Louella again as soon as possible. We agreed to meet that evening at the entrance to the school and, after a fond farewell kiss, I dressed and began my walk back to Nottsgrove. At first I walked brightly with a gay demeanour, but the nearer I got to the school, the more my conscience pricked me-for how would Lucy take to the idea of my introducing a fresh girl into our sport? I knew that Lucy preferred me to fuck her above all others and she would be hurt if I showed that my heart was bound up with another. This was a delicate problem which would have to be solved and I wondered how I could do so without hurting anyone's feelings. Never do tomorrow that which can be done well this day-this was a maxim that Doctor White was fond of repeating to us. There was much to be said for grasping this nettle at the first opportunity and I resolved to do so. Perhaps a mutual friend could come to my assistance, I mused, and by the time I reached the gates of my dear old alma mater, a plan of action had formed in my brain.
CHAPTER FOUR
I may have mentioned in a previous epistle to this esteemed journal that Doctor Simon White was a keen horticulturalist and was often to be found during his few hours of leisure preparing learned papers upon the delights of flora and fauna. And it was just such a paper that he was working on when I called upon him in his private study. It was typical of the man that, although deeply engrossed in the preparation of his thesis (those readers interested in his works may read them in the quarterly magazine produced by the Royal Horticultural Society), he looked up and greeted me in his usual affable fashion. Every boy at Nottsgrove knew that the headmaster's sanctum was somewhere they could go to at any time to discuss a personal matter of any description.
'Andrew, my dear old chap, come in,' boomed the good doctor. 'I haven't had a chance to speak to you for some days, and I wanted to know how Forbes-Mackenzie behaved himself during his recent initiation?'
'Oh, very well, sir, very well indeed. He played his part to the full, showing every kindness and consideration to his partner.'
'That is good to hear, Andrew, I am well pleased! Far too many young men partake of the joys of fucking but forget to ensure that the lady who is providing such exquisite delight is also entitled to some happiness, especially as she may be running the risk of an unwanted swollen belly! I hope that we won't have any problems on that score.'
'I don't think so, sir, as Lucy and Amelia were both experienced enough to-'
'Amelia?' interrupted my old mentor. 'Surely you don't mean that the lovely young wench Amelia Fenland partook of the delicacies of the feasts of love?'
'Well, yes, sir. I must apologise for mentioning a lady's name in such a context,' I stammered.
'Yes, to be sure, you must hold your tongue about such affairs,' said Doctor White. 'However, no damage is done as I shall not repeat your indiscretion. I am a little shocked to think that she would enjoy sharing with Lucy. Indeed, I did not know that she had even crossed the Rubicon, so to speak. I hope this was not the first time she was threaded?'
'Oh, no, sir,' I replied, somewhat relieved, that I had not compromised an extremely pleasant girl. 'She was well versed in the arts of fucking, sucking and every facet of the noble sport.'
He nodded, pleased with the information as he had no wish to proselytise any young person to his own liberated philosophy, nor did he wish a breath of scandal to mar the glorious reputation of the old school.
I sighed with relief as the conversation had taken a turn in exactly the path I needed to bring up the ticklish problem that was bothering me.
'Sir, there is a problem bearing some relation to such matters which brings me here,' I said.
'Nothing too serious, I hope?' said my old mentor. 'Sit down, my boy, sit down. You know as do all my scholars that you may talk to me in complete confidence about any problem, great or small.' He motioned me to take a pew and he settled himself in the deep French armchair that the Old Nottsgrovian Society had presented to him some six years back upon the occasion of his fortieth birthday.
'Well, Andrew,' he said encouragingly. 'Spit it out and let me hear what is troubling you. As you know, I take a special interest in you and other boys whose parents are often abroad, acting in loco parentis especially in personal and private matters.'
Reassured, I blurted out my thoughts-how I thought so highly of Lucy yet only that morning-I had banished her from my mind when the beautiful Louella offered me her delicious body and I had totally succumbed to her blandishments.
'When I am with Lucy,' I said earnestly, 'we enjoy each other's company tremendously. We talk, we laugh and when we are locked together in times of passion, we cling together in a stillness, lost in each other's presence, speaking few words, scarcely moving.'
'And yet you felt similar feelings when you were with Louella?' prompted the headmaster.
'Yes, sir, I must admit that I did,' I said somewhat shamefacedly. 'I feel that Lucy will be most hurt if she knows that I am showing favour to other girls.'
'Your worry does you credit.' said Doctor White gravely, although I could not help but perceive that he had a slight twinkle in his eye. 'But have no fear, Andrew. Lucy thinks highly of you and indeed of all her lovers. She will
