not fuck lightly, Andrew, and there are many students and I suppose members of staff who would give their all to have their pricks inside my niece-and I don't really blame them either! But Lucy takes her pick of the pricks that are offered to her and she has yet to find the right man to marry. When she does, I am afraid that you and all the others will have to find another mistress as she will then transfer all her favours to the lucky man who will stand beside her at the altar. But rest assured, Lucy has no thought of marriage for some time and you may enjoy your romps with a clear conscience. However, in all fairness, I think you should ask her permission before you bring another girl into your, ah, activities. She may not know the girl which could cause embarrassment or, even worse, she might not like her which could cause problems all round, not least for yourself.'
'I believe the two girls are not unacquainted, sir,' I said.
'Make sure, make sure-that is my advice, Andrew,' said Doctor White with a grin. 'And here is some final advice. Let the two of them get together first with you in a relaxed and comfortable environment. Louella is coming to Nottsgrove tonight? You know that guests must leave by ten o'clock, you randy young puppy? I expect you to obey the rules, you know! However, if I were you I would entertain them first with refreshments in your room. Then, perhaps you could read to them. Oh, yes, that would be an excellent plan, and I have a splendid volume of classical literature you may borrow. I suggest you read a portion of the work of Mr Cleland which you will find on page three hundred and five.'
'I should read to them, sir?' I said, rather puzzled by this somewhat strange advice.
'Certainly, Andrew,' said the Doctor, rising from his chair. 'Most certainly you should do just what I tell you. After all, think on the words of the great Virgil:
Tale tuum carmen nobis, diuinepoeta, quale soporfessis in gramine, quale per aestum dulcis aquae saliente sitim restinguere riuo.'
(For us your song, inspired poet, is like sleep on meadow grass for the fatigued, or in the heat quenching one's thirst from a leaping stream of sweet water.-Virgil, Eclogue V.)
And with these words ringing in my ears, he sent me packing, clutching his book under my arm. I pondered yet again as to whether Doctor White had taken my problem seriously for there was, I was sure, the hint of a smile playing around his lips as he wished me good afternoon. But was there really any alternative, I asked myself with resignation? In truth, there was none, and I knew that I should have to screw up my courage to the sticking point and face my beloved Lucy. I would tell her quite straightforwardly and with as much candour as I could muster that I had chanced upon meeting a very pleasant young lady that morning and that I had invited her to spend the evening with us. There was no way to avoid adding that I had enjoyed a marvellous fuck with the lady, Louella Morrison, who perhaps Lucy had met before. If Lucy chose to be annoyed by the idea, I would have to inform her that I could not now break my word to Louella and that if she, Lucy, thought I was a cad, so be it. I would accept her strictures in silence and beg her forgiveness. Of course, what really concerned me was the selfish fear that Lucy might be so angry with me that she would never again enter my study at night for a mutual spending of love juices and that our liaison would terminate for ever, but this was a risk I was forced to take and there was now nothing for it but to face the music!
I was so engrossed in turning over these thoughts in my mind that I can scarce recall how I spent the next hours until I was free to meet Lucy in a favourite place of ours, behind the cricket pavilion after tea-time. This was a most handsome structure paid for by Alderman Sir Michael F-, Lord Graham G-and a wealthy group of sporting Old Nottsgrovians.
I kissed Lucy and without delay told her that something was bothering me and that we had to talk.
'Is this a matter of importance?' she enquired.
'It most certainly is,' I said heavily. How was I going to tell her?
'Does this weighty matter concern me?' she twinkled lightly. 'Oh, Andrew, what can it be?'
'Well, my dear,' I struggled out. 'The matter of concern, ah, it is, er, a very, how shall I say this, a most personal, ah, affair.'
'Concerning the fact that Louella Morrison had hold of your darling prick this morning!' she finished triumphantly with a little giggle.
Good heavens! I thought with horror. Surely Doctor White of all people would never break a confidence!
'Oh, Andrew, you are a chump!' she continued. 'Why, you silly goose, did it never cross your mind just how fortunate a coincidence it was that Louella was able to follow you? That she knew that you would be taking a walk this morning? Did you never think how ready she was for that glorious fuck in the hay? Was it by mere chance that Mr Greenhalgh's cottage was so invitingly near and empty, too? My, how convenient all the pieces in the puzzle fall so neatly into place, don't they, my dear boy!'
I stared in shocked amazement at my darling girl. Why, she had known all the time and from her words it appeared that she had even connived in the whole affair! What a thoughtful, sweet girl she was, I thought, as she looked at me merrily with a roguish smile upon her pretty little countenance. Of course, she realised that I would enjoy nothing better than a nice fresh fuck from out of the sky, so to speak, and I swept the lovely girl into my arms and we embraced heartily, lost in that strange stillness that only lovers enjoy. Readers, I shall always remember the smell of the green grass, slightly damp still after the morning's showers, the smell of the fresh summer air and the softness of Lucy's firm young breasts crushed against my chest. My lips found that little hollow in her neck, my arms went right round her to hold her tightly against me. Ah, what joy, what bliss! My hands roved across her and her flesh quivered beneath the journeying hands and it was as if the earth itself came alive as at the touch of a gale or a storm of rain.
The scent of sweet Lucy was like that of the earth, the sighing of her breath like that of the wind in the trees. As I fastened my mouth upon hers and laid my hand on her breasts, I was under an enchantment, her spell and the earth's spell. For a moment I clung to her still more closely, and then we sank to the ground and my hands went under her skirt where, to my amazement, I found that she was quite naked underneath. As we continued to kiss passionately, I threw up the skirt to expose the naked charms of her pussy to the world. My hands pressed against the inside of her thighs and she allowed me to spread them wider and she covered my face with her own hands as she felt my breath between her thighs. My mouth touched the love-lips and my hands slid under her adorable bum cheeks, lifting her to my waiting mouth. I carefully examined the soft lips of her cunny, covered with downy golden hair and then I began to lick her and I trembled with excitement as my naughty tongue sought out and found the secrets of her quim. Her juices dribbled like honey from her parted labia and her clitty turned from pale pink to deep red as I flicked it gently with my wet, darting tongue. I delighted in the taste of her flesh as I licked and sucked at the stiffening little clitty and the juices began to flow over my face as I sniffed that erotic female odour, my nose buried in her damp motte. As I sucked and sucked bringing Lucy to new peaks of delight, I moved my own body to the side so that her eager hands could unbutton my now bursting fly. My cock shot up, rampant, as she plucked it out of its covering and pulled me across her as she reached across and sucked the tip of my red-capped cock which waved in front of her. She grasped it with both hands and took it firmly in her mouth, slurping lustily on the shaft as my body went into paroxysms of delight. I could not contain my orgasm and I shot my seed right into her mouth. Lucy's mouth was like a suction pump and she swallowed every drop of my copious emission but still my prick was ramrod stiff and then I heard her whisper: 'Andrew, my dear, I am ready for you now.'
She held me as I lowered myself on top of her and our bodies were joined from mouths to groins as her nipples brushed against my chest and I could feel their rough hardness, even through the material of her frock. I pumped again in time with her jerking hips as she clutched my own heaving bottom, inserting her finger into my bottom hole to spur me on to push my pulsating prick even further inside her sopping wet cunny. As I drove again and again she bucked her hips urgently to meet every thrust of my jabbing pelvis and she lifted her bottom to work it round and round, her hips rotating to achieve the maximum contact.
Desperately she clutched at me as I felt the boiling sperm gather in my shaft as my balls banged against her rounded bottom. She threw back her head in abandon and then a primordial sound came from deep within her as her climax spilled and coursed through her body. Her clitty rubbed against my own thatch and I groaned as I could hold back no longer and, with a crash, I pumped spurt after spurt of hot jism into her womb as wave upon wave of ecstasy thrilled through every fibre of my being. I pulled out my soaking tool, which was glistening with its coat of love-juice and was still dribbling out spunk, as Lucy swooped down and sucked the very last morsels of come from me as my cock slipped down into its natural state and the red-capped dome slithered back inside its covering of foreskin.
'Oh, I would love another fuck, Andrew, but make haste, button your fly as some people might be walking by,' she giggled.
