sensations as the nipples swell and throb under my touch. I stayed still, staring at the gorgeous girl's supple, sensuous body, whilst she returned a similar look at my own naked figure. 'Shall I wash your back for you, Susie?' Laura asked and when I said that I should like nothing better, she said: 'Then put in some more hot water.' When I turned round to pick up a half-full pitcher I was convinced that she was staring hard at the flaunted cheeks of my raised bottom. 'That's better,' she said and as the fresh water cascaded into the tub. She added brightly: 'Come on in with me then, if we squeeze up there's easily enough room for two.' There was no need for her to repeat the invitation. I squeezed in beside her and she began to sponge down my back.
'I'll sit up so you can lie back and rinse off the lather,' she suggested and as she moved up and I moved down, her arm slipped around my shoulders and our cheeks brushed together. Then, to my great delight, Laura let her fingers slide across my tummy and down into my wet blonde bush. I sighed with pleasure when her fingertips began smoothing a salacious passage from top to bottom along the edges of my tingling cunney crack and I slid my arms around her waist to hug her soft body whilst her fingers continued to rub insistently against my pouting pussey lips. Shivers of delight coursed through me when I sat up and Laura pulled her hand away and instead fondled my breasts as our mouths crushed together and her wet tongue slithered between my teeth and began to lap lubriciously inside my mouth. 'Oh yes, darling,' I panted when she tweaked my engorged raised nipple between her thumb and forefinger. I lay against the back of the bath as Laura returned her hand downwards and glided her fingers into my sopping slit. Her thumb prodded against my clitty and I squirmed with joy and pressed my own hand against her curly pubic muff. She let out a throaty gasp as I slid two fingers between her cunney lips and, as I sank them in to the knuckle, Laura pushed herself upwards, arching her back and wriggling her delicious body to signal me to penetrate her love funnel even more deeply. In the meantime she repaid the compliment by thrusting three fingers in and out of my juicy cunney at a fast, rhythmic pace, and at every stroke her thumb rubbed excitingly at the erect fleshy ball of my ditty. 'Susie, can you pull out the plug?' asked Laura. I swung my arm backwards and lifted the chain upwards to let the water begin gurgling down the drain.
When the tub had emptied, my finger slipped out of her cunt as she moved herself downwards. Next the frisky girl locked her thighs around my knee and she writhed her pussey back and forth across it. My senses reeled when she looked up at me and giggled before swiftly burying her pretty face between my thighs. Her hands slipped under my buttocks which she squeezed firmly as her mouth found my love lips and I squealed as she began nibbling at my erect clitty which now protruded out from my cunney. I pushed her head tighter against my groin and purred with pleasure as her tongue prodded a passage between my pouting pussey lips. 'A-h-h… A-h-h-h… A-H-H-H!' I shrieked as Laura brought me off in a series of exciting little cums and after this stupendous oral fucking, she lifted her head and whispered: 'Now will you please finish me off?' To say the least, this was an understandable and reasonable request with which I was happy to comply. At my suggestion we got out of the bath and Laura sat on the bath mat with her legs apart whilst I spread out a towel and laid down on my tummy upon it. I climbed on top of her and, entwined in the most passionate of cuddles, we exchanged a further passionate kiss, lips to lips, titties to titties and cunt against cunt. 'Oh darling! At last… at last!' murmured Laura as I broke off this sweet embrace and then moving downwards, nuzzled my lips around her hairy muff. My hands clamped themselves upon her jouncy soft bum cheeks and she continued to murmur and call out to me.
Although I was totally inexperienced in cunnilingual practices, immediately my tongue started to flutter along her pussey.
Laura's crack opened out like the petals of a flower and she cooed with ecstatic joy as with long, powerful strokes I slid my tongue through the pink pussey lips and licked between the grooves of her love channel. I rolled my tongue around her clitty and soon Laura spent profusely over my nose and lips as she cried out with a convulsive shudder: 'Susie! You lovely girl, you're reaming me out beautifully! Oh! Oh! Oh! What a divine cum! A-h-r-r-r-e!' I raised myself up and placed a warning finger upon her lips although I thought it inconceivable that Miss Archer had not heard the cacophony of our sensuous moans and groans. And indeed, after we had scrambled to our feet and wrapped our towels around our naked bodies, I was almost certain that I saw the fleeting shadow of a figure against the wall of the passage leading from the bathrooms. 'You're probably just imagining it,' said Laura whilst we hastily dried ourselves and slipped our drawers back on before walking back to the changing rooms.
However, I don't believe that I was mistaken, because as we finished dressing ourselves I said to Laura that I would pop into Miss Archer's office and wish her good-night. The door of the office was slightly ajar and I could see the games mistress sitting on her chair, her face flushed, her skirts thrown up and her knickers round her ankles. Perhaps it was as well that Miss Archer was so busy frigging herself that she had not heard my footsteps and I decided not to interrupt her but simply walked back silently to Laura and told her what I had seen. Later that evening we continued our lesbian love-making in bed, but the next morning, a worrying question struck me and I hope you will be able to put my mind to rest. Mr. Editor, I wish to pose this question to you – after reading this candid confession, are you of the opinion that I am an out-and-out tribade or might I outgrow these lesbian love sessions for normal fucking with a young man of my choice. I await your comments with interest, and remain, Sir, Your humble servant, Miss Susie V Looking at my pocket watch, it has taken me a good hour to transcribe this letter. The editor must have known it would have good effect on his readers to publish it in full. My prick is sticking up as if it had been liberally powdered with yeast and I have been forced to put down the magazine across my legs to hide my raging erection. Unfortunately the waitress is hovering nearby again. I have ordered coffee and shall attempt to copy down the editor's reply.
My dear girl, Perish the thought that you are doomed never to experience the joys of copulation! Once you have left school, there should be ample opportunities for you to sample the delights afforded by the first lusty young-fellow-me-lad who will be lucky enough to sheath his stiff shaft inside your sweet little quim.
Have no fears because you took part in a sexual liaison on the borders of the established norms. In the wise words of Sir Robert Dunwell, who has devoted his life to a lifelong practical study of human sexuality in all its forms: I strongly maintain that the entire experience of a grand fuck is greater than the sum of its parts, though every part has its pleasure and every pleasure its part! After all, in love-play, anything can happen – and usually does sooner or later.
Yours confidently The Editor A sound enough philosophy, I shall put the magazine back into its brown paper bag and pay my bill. I'm sure the waitress is expecting a generous tip. Clayton Towers, October 1st, 1901 (Before retiring) Today is the first day of a new month and marks my last day of repose at Clayton Towers before taking up my position at Oxford. But before I muse on what delights lie in store for me, let me finish recounting the remarkable events of yesterday afternoon which were initiated by my asking my pretty waitress to pay her compliments to the chef. The girl blushed a little and suggested that I might like to thank the cook in person as she would be extremely pleased with the compliment. There seem to be an increasing number of females in the work force these days, which I can only think is a good thing if I am to have such delectably sweet encounters every time I dine out. 'I'll do just that,' I said, wiping my mouth with my napkin as I rose to my feet and following the waitress's pointed finger, marched through a pair of swing doors into the kitchen. However, there were no staff to be seen and as the time was now approaching four o'clock, it appeared as though the cook and her assistants had left the kitchen for a well deserved rest. I was about to leave when I heard low moaning noise coining from inside the scullery at the far end of the room, followed by what to my ears sounded very much like that arousing squelchy sound of a thick stiff cock sliding in and out of a juicy wet cunney! I decided to make a further investigation for on the other hand, I might be mistaken and the groans could be those of a lady in distress. So I tip-toed towards the scullery and poked my head around the door to see exactly what was going on in there. Fortunately, one glance was enough to confirm that my initial conjecture was correct for the sight which met my eyes was of a couple heavily engaged in a full-blown fuck! A buxom wench was leaning back against the wall with her skirts up and her frilly drawers around her ankles being shagged by a curly-haired young commis chef who had discarded his shirt, trousers and pants which were lying in a rumpled pile on the floor beside them and was clad only in a cotton vest. His taut buttocks jerked to and fro as he pumped his prick in and out of his paramour's pussey at a great pace.
'H-a-a-r! H-a-a-r! Oooh, Maggie, I'm going to spunk, I can't stop!' he choked and with a cry he jetted his jism inside her love channel. Then, to my alarm, he slowly slid down and collapsed in a heap at his lover's feet. 'Are you all right, Jack?' she enquired as she squatted down beside him. The lad did look in a bad way and I thought they might need some help. I stepped forward and offered my services. When she saw me the cook gave a tiny scream and I hurriedly explained that I was not spying upon her but had only come into the kitchen to offer my congratulations on her excellent cuisine.
'What exactly is he suffering from? Nothing serious, I trust,' I asked her. 'The heat?' I continued. She
