my collar stud and unbuttoned my shirt. When I had stripped down to my drawers she tugged them off and, clutching hold of my cock in both her hands she breathed: 'Come on, Henry, the bedroom's just behind me. Oooh, I can hardly wait to feel this nice meaty stiffie sliding into my juicy notch.' We kissed again, and with Miranda still holding my cock, we staggered into the next room and crashed down upon the bed. I tugged down the delicious girl's knickers and ran my hand through her silky curls of auburn pussey hair which formed such a sensuous veil over her pouting little slit. As we writhed in each other's arms, my shaft started to leap and prance about as it desperately sought an entrance into the clinging stickiness of Miranda's love funnel. She lay back invitingly with her legs apart as I raised myself over her and, holding my throbbing tool, I guided my knob firmly into her slippery wet cunt. Although my excitement was now at fever pitch, I gritted my teeth and willed myself not to rush in and out of her juicy quim in a mad frenzy and I slewed my sturdy shaft in and out of her gloriously tight cunney as slowly as I could, going right in and then withdrawing before plunging back again to the full. This had the pleasing effect of exciting Miranda even more and her bottom began to roll around on the crisp white sheet, arching her back upwards as she worked her cunt back and forth against the rhythmic ramming of my twitching tool. This was a thumping good fuck and Miranda was clearly enjoying it as much as I was, for she yelled out: 'Oh God, that's so good! Oooh, I adore those luscious long strokes and – oh yes, that's really lovely. Now make me spend! Ram your cock into me and shoot your spunk, you horny boy! I want it all!' 'Here it comes, brace yourself, Miranda,' I growled when I realised that my moments of supreme pleasure were nigh and it felt as though every nerve end in my body shuddered with ecstasy as I jetted a fountain of creamy jism into her seething cunt. I pistoned to and fro until her sensuous sheath milked the last dribbles of spunk from my cock which began to shrink when I rolled off her delicious curves and lay panting with exhaustion beside her. “That was a truly wonderful experience for me,' I said softly as I swung myself over on my side to look at the gorgeous girl and ran my fingers through her glossy auburn hair. She turned her head and looked at me with a cheeky smile and said: 'It was good, wasn't it? If I say so myself, I'm a very good fuck. But it isn't every boy who can make me come – although I haven't had as much experience as you might expect, because contrary to what you have every reason to believe, I'm not the sort of girl who pulls down her knickers for all and sundry. If it hadn't been for that rotter of a former boy-friend, I very much doubt if you would have found yourself in my bed tonight.' 'In that case, I must be very grateful to this gentleman,' I said, letting my hand slither down and playfully run the length of her moist pussey lips. Miranda gave a short, rueful laugh and nibbled on my ear lobe as she said: 'Yes, I suppose you do owe Neville a favour for it was his caddish behaviour that made me wary of allowing myself to make love to another man. In fact, this is the first fuck I have permitted myself to have since Leonard and I parted three months ago.' 'Then I am further honoured,' I said with the utmost sincerity. 'I hope this fellow did not attempt to force his affections upon you?' 'Not in the physical sense, although Neville was quite dishonest in his intentions, which really is little better,' she replied firmly. 'It has taken me some time to recover from his duplicity. I don't mind telling you exactly what happened between us, Henry, as I'm sure you'll understand how upset I was to discover that the Honourable Neville de Vere Slingsby was a pervert. We met at Viscount Greenhalgh's Empire Day Ball and very soon he and I became very close.
'Now, despite letting you fuck me tonight, and being ready to admit to being generous with my favours, not even those girls who dislike me can truly call me a wanton. It took six weeks of constant attention – dinner parties, visits to the theatre, opera and ballet, days at Henley and Royal Ascot – before finally I surrendered to Neville's entreaties and agreed to stay the night with him in his luxurious London pied a terre in a mews off the Edgware Road near Marble Arch. '“George, my valet, is very discreet,” he assured me as he ushered me through his front door. “He has this wonderful knack of performing all his tasks whilst keeping out of sight. Now why don't you go through to the bedroom, my dear, whilst I lock up.” 'It was some time before he joined me there but I simply assumed he had paid a visit to the bathroom. I wanted to slip between the covers but Neville said: “No, darling, it's a warm night, let's make love on the quilt.” 'So we began kissing and I will readily confess that the way Neville petted me really excited me. He began by touching the edges of my breasts and tracing a big circle around each bosom.
Gradually, he decreased the size of each circle, getting closer and closer to the areoles until finally he reached my erect nipples.
'By now I was so excited that I could feel my pussey moisten and I twisted and turned as he tweaked my titties between his long, tapering fingers. Oh, the feeling was so delicious that I could hardly wait for him to diddle my cunney with his fingers as I reached down and circled my fingers around his swollen cock. '“Suck me, darling,” he breathed. I had no qualms about pleasing him in this fashion, and I swivelled round so that my head was lying on Neville's thigh and my legs were facing the headboard, giving him the opportunity to play with my pussey whilst I leaned over and kissed the fiery uncapped knob of his stiff, twitching prick. 'I had just begun to lick his helmet when I heard a noise outside the door.
“What's that, Neville? It sounded like an intruder.” I gasped.
'“It's nothing, darling, it's just old George pottering around,” he said soothingly. I believed him and so jammed down his foreskin and sucked his shaft into my mouth whilst I toyed with his hairy ballsack.
Henry, I have no wish to boast, but false modesty is as unbecoming as overweening pride so I shall tell you that all my male friends consider me to be an excellent cocksucker and Neville cooed with delight whilst I sucked his thick tadger, sliding my lips up and down his rigid rod. 'Meanwhile, he was sliding his forefinger in and out of my juicy cunt and I was already spending when again I heard sounds from outside. I opened my eyes to discover that Neville and I were not alone! And it was not George, the faithful valet who was responsible for interrupting us but two of Neville's friends from Hurlingham Tennis Club, Desmond Kendall and Gareth Williamson. They were standing in the doorway watching me suck Neville's cock! 'In a flash it came to me that Neville had deliberately left the door on the latch and that the noise I had heard earlier was of these two young men entering the apartment. Both of them had ripped down their trousers and were frigging their big cocks, a sight which both annoyed and yet excited me. I also felt angry, but this was directed not against them but at Neville and it struck me that the best way to pay him back was to give him a taste of his own medicine and let him take the role of a mere spectator whilst I pleasured myself with the two fine-looking penises of Desmond and Gareth. '“Come over here and strip off, you two, don't be shy,” I called out and, nothing loath, the athletic lads tore off their clothes and joined us on the bed.
Gareth was blessed with a gigantic circumcised prick, so incredibly thick that my hand could scarcely reach around it. I made him lie down on his back and, after climbing on top of him, I guided his plump helmet into my squishy love funnel. He filled my cunt up divinely and I stayed still, squatting on his colossal cock whilst I consigned Neville to licking my titties, I asked Desmond if he could stand on the mattress next to me, he correctly guessed what I had in mind and answered hoarsely: “I'll say I can,” and holding my head with one hand, he piloted his prick towards my mouth with the other. 'This was the first time I had fucked and sucked at the same time and what an experience it was to slide up and down on Gareth's enormous stiffie whilst gobbling on Desmond's beefy boner. To cap it all, the two men spent together, and as their spunk coursed into my mouth and pussey, I also climaxed with a huge jolting orgasm. Waves of ecstatic delight swept through me and my cuntal juices flooded my cunt to mix with the creamy jism Gareth had unleashed inside my cunt. 'Neville's cock was now bursting but I pushed him back on the pillow and said: “If you invite people round, you must be a good host and, if necessary be prepared to wait until your guests have finished before tucking into the goodies yourself.” 'I lay down next to Neville and instructed Desmond to lick me out. His tongue was soon at work inside my sopping honeypot, flicking and licking around my pussey lips which swiftly parted to allow him to suck on my swelling clitty. My excitement grew stronger as I lovingly clutched his head, murmuring my approval as his lips pressed against my cunt. He slid his tongue up and around, sucking my clitty. As I ground my slit against his mouth, my love button emerged from its protective sheath and rose up in size like a tiny cock between my cunney lips. 'Desmond flicked it so expertly with his tongue and teeth that I spent very quickly, my pussey juice dousing his face as he eagerly lapped up the sweet flow. '“I'm ready for your cock, Desmond,” I called out and happily his shaft had regained all its former stiffness since he pulled out his dangling tool from my mouth. '“Aaaagh!” I cried as I thrilled to the feel of his wide bell-end sliding straight into my squishy cunt, deeper and deeper as I worked my legs upwards, wrapping them around my back as, slowly and with great deliberation he fucked me with his sinewy truncheon.' Not surprisingly, this stirring narrative had greatly excited me and almost unconsciously I was fondling my own cock as I observed: 'I'll wager that Neville was driven to distraction watching Desmond fuck you.' 'I'll say he was!' Miranda chuckled softly. 'And to make matters worse I grabbed hold of his shaft and only had to wank him off for a few seconds before he spunked all over my fingers! So Neville had to sit back gasping with frustration whilst Desmond fucked me with his beefy truncheon, pumping his prick furiously into my tingling cunney and his heavy balls barging against my bum with every forward thrust. He filled my love funnel with his big cock and gradually built up his speed as his prick pistoned away in and out of my
