Jews perform the operation eight days after birth. And in my case, the cut was made when I was but two and a half when I was diagnosed as suffering from a tight foreskin which caused me problems whilst relieving myself. The only bother since then is assuring ignorant girls that my skinless shaft is still in perfect working order! We kissed again and I shed the cotton robe to lay naked in his arms. He, too, removed the rest of his clothing to be as nude as I as our bodies threshed wildly away on the carpet. Now he laid me down and opened my legs to expose my already dampening pussey. His head shot between my legs and I clamped my thighs around it as his mouth glued itself to my cunt. His trembling fingers parted my cunney lips and he licked my juicy crack from bottom to top. I writhed with ecstasy as his fingers now penetrated my soaking quim and he sucked the engorged clitty between his full lips.
He mashed it hard as his fingers darted in and out to be followed by the most lascivious licking and lapping of his clever tongue. I soon felt my cunt spasm and I scrunched my thighs tightly against his head as he tasted my oozing juices, lapping up my spend, savouring its salty taste. It was my pleasure to repay the compliment so I settled David Haines nicely on his back which let his cock stick up like a flagpole. I knelt down beside him and thoroughly wet his smooth mushroomed-shaped dome with my tongue. Then opening my mouth as wide as possible, I slipped the huge knob inside. His taste was quite delicious and I closed my lips around it as firmly as I could and worked on the bulbous knob with my tongue, easing my lips forward to take in as much of his enormous staff as I could. I circled the base of this gigantic cock with my hand and sucked lustily until it almost touched the back of my throat. David was now really excited and his hips lifted off the carpet as my licking and sucking increased in tempo. I cupped his hairy bollocks, feeling them harden as the sperm boiled up to shoot up his shaft. His rigid staff jerked convulsively and then, whoosh! A veritable jet of juicy spunk hit the back of my throat and, as even the most dexterous fellatrix will tell you, when a big-cocked boy spends in your mouth, it is hard to swallow with your mouth full of gushing love juice. But practice makes perfect and I swallowed the wonderful flood of tangy spunk until the fountain eased to a dribble. Now the important question was whether I was to be disappointed a second time after the failure of Johnny Lynch to stay erect when my sucking had emptied his balls. Gladly, I can report that after a few rubs up and down his thick shaft, my handsome young actor was ready to tread the boards again! I coaxed his rock-hard stiffness into my dripping pussey and he gently eased his great cock between the soft folds of my cunney. At first we lay motionless, billing and cooing with our lips until I began a slight motion with my buttocks to which he was not slow to respond. He slowly started to pump his rod in and out of my squelchy pussey, and it took only seven or eight strokes before I was twisting away like crazy, clawing his back with my fingernails, as he raised the tempo of his thrusts. What ecstasy I enjoyed as his smooth circumcised cock worked in and out of my welcoming pussey! How it seemed to swell inside the luscious sheath which received it so lovingly! How expertly he fucked me, pushing his massive weapon in time to my own thrusts upward so that in no time at all I screamed with joy as I spent copiously, coating his cock with my juices. This brought dear David onwards to his zenith and now, frantically, we pushed towards each other and our lips fastened together as I felt his entire frame shiver with expectancy as a streaming, molten flood washed the walls of my cunt and my pussey exploded into yet another delightful orgasm. Our mouths came together in a more leisurely kiss as we rested our warm bodies tenderly together. Alas, I had spent so liberally that there were two large damp patches on Johnny's expensive Persian carpet. 'Oh my goodness, David, I do feel somewhat guilty about what I've just done.
Not only have I fucked another man in my boyfriend's apartment, but I have stained his precious carpet with my spendings!' I said.
'Don't worry about it, I have the solution at hand,' cried David, scrambling to his feet and putting on his trousers. 'I will be back in a moment.' He ran lightly to the front door and out into the hallway and I heard him open the door of Miss Terry's apartment. He returned a few moments later carrying a small bottle of silvery liquid and a soft cloth. 'This is Professor Kenneth Watkins' famous stain remover, Jennifer. We use it all the time in the theatre for, as you may well imagine, our costumes are often dirtied with make-up, powder and goodness knows what else. 'Look, I'm dabbing some on to a clean soft cloth and the offending marks will simply vanish within a few minutes,' he added. 'What a useful product for all households,' I said, pleased indeed that the evidence of fucking would be irrevocably erased. 'Yes, it's hats off to Professor Watkins, who I understand has made a mint of money from his cleaning fluid. He also claims it has a valuable secondary use as a fertiliser for growing marrows! Actually, that reminds me of a rhyme Mr. Lear is supposed to have composed, though I am sure that Dr Lezaine of Brussels is the true author: 'There was a young lady from Harrow, Who complained that her crack was too narrow, For times without number She would use a cucumber, But could never accomplish a marrow.' We laughed gaily and David slipped off his trousers to reveal that his prick was already swelling up again, despite our previous exertions. I took hold of it and, leading him by the shaft, sat him down on the Chesterfield. I lifted myself across him and eased his now hard cock into my cunney. I bounced merrily up and down on his amazingly powerful joystick and he looked on happily as he saw his staff slipping in and out of me, watching my juices running onto his belly. As I rocked to and fro, lifting myself up and down onto his mighty rod, we worked ourselves into a frenzy. We spent together in perfect accord though, this time, David withdrew a now shrunken cock after drenching my cunney with his copious emission of love juice. What a fabulous man! What a delightful prick! We lay naked on the floor, absolutely exhausted from this additional bout of fucking. David was actually asleep and my eyes were half closed when I wriggled into a more comfortable position, only to make out the outlines of a figure above me. I opened my eyes fully and brought my hand to my mouth as I gasped with embarrassment. For above me stood a pretty girl of some twenty years of age, looking down on us with a mixture of surprise and amusement. I pushed my palms on the floor to lever myself up, but this attractive young redheaded miss said: 'Oh no, please don't get up. You both look most fatigued. Allow me to refresh you with some champagne from the icebox.' I nudged David awake and at first he, too, wondered what on earth we could say to this delightful creature who appeared to be anything but nonplussed at finding a naked couple on the floor of her apartment. Wait a moment, I thought to myself, these rooms belong to Johnny Lynch, so how on earth did she get in? Who had given her the key? She must have been reading my mind, for as she came back with glasses of champagne she said: 'I feel I should introduce myself. My name is Eliza Doolittle and I am a close friend of Lieutenant Lynch. Whenever he has spare time from his military manoeuvres, he calls me and I come down to Albermarle Street from my family's house in St John's Wood for a good fucking.' 'You and me both, Eliza,' I said, attempting to disguise a little pang of bitterness. 'My name is Jennifer Everleigh.
I do hope you were not of the belief that Johnny Lynch reserved his prick for your sole usage.' 'Oh, no, not at all, Jennifer. It was not difficult to divine that there were other girls who were testing his tool,' she said cheerfully. 'I must compliment him upon his taste if you are one of his bedmates. And you, sir, although we have not been formally introduced, may I compliment you on a most well-formed circumcised penis. I hope you will be able to show it to me at its fullest extent after we have drunk our champagne.' I completed the introductions and David suggested that Eliza divested herself of her clothes and sat down on the floor beside us, an action that she found most acceptable. He pulled down some soft cushions from the sofa as the lovely lass unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off, together with her skirt, to reveal that she wore no chemise nor indeed any underclothes of any kind. Again she sensed my curiosity: 'You may wonder why I am so lightly dressed. The fact of the matter is that it is so warm tonight and, as I know I will be staying here till breakfast as my parents are away in the country this week, there seemed little point in putting on anything but the minimum of clothing. I always keep some spare knickers in Johnny's bedroom.'
If David had not been so tired from our previous lovemaking, I am sure that his big prick would have already been standing smartly to attention, but all he could manage at the sight of this beautiful nuda Veritas was a slight erection to half mast. I admired Eliza's sparkling reddish hair, her large blue eyes and her alabaster white breasts which were almost as large as mine. They had deliciously rounded aureoles upon which sat two delectable little nipples that simply ached to be sucked. Her tummy, too, was chalky white, setting off so well the luxuriant covering of silky red hair which surrounded, yet did not hide, the pouting cunney lips between which the glowing red chink looked so voluptuous and enticing. After we consumed the champagne Eliza had opened, we drank a second bottle that the lovely girl had thoughtfully extracted from the icebox. By now, despite the champagne, David's fine cock had climbed up to its full height, standing up high against his flat belly. Eliza took hold of it and kissed the pulsating knob. She then lay back with her head on the pillow as David lifted his body over her to kneel astride her gorgeous body. She opened her mouth and began to suck his sinewy shaft with uninhibited joy. Meanwhile, she took a hand from his pumping prick to place my hand on her already damp mons veneris. I wriggled until I was in front of her and inspected her exciting pussey at close quarters. Her splendid mount was liberally covered with silky red hair, and from the serrated vermilion lips of her cunney projected quite three inches a stiff, fleshy clitty as big as my thumb. I opened her lips even further with my fingers and passed my tongue lasciviously about the most sensitive parts, taking that glorious clitty in my mouth, rolling my tongue around it and playfully biting it. 'Oh, Oh, Oh, I am
