THE THREE CHUMS: A TALE OF LONDON EVERYDAY LIFE
(Continued from page 195)
CHAPTER VIII
A Lark on the Queen's Birthday -
The Illumination Night Four o'clock, a.m., of a glorious sunny morning, as Charlie Warner opened his eyes to find himself lying in Fanny's arms, almost naked on his bed, the covering having evidently slipped off onto the floor during the amorous play of the preceding night; they were fast embraced, or rather locked together, his prick as stiff as possible, throbbing against the soft ivory skin of his companion's person, the curly hair of their organs of love mingling together in the close conjunction of their bodies.
Fanny's lips were slightly open, displaying a lovely set of small pearly teeth whilst her arms ever and anon clasped his form with a light nervous tremour, as if she was still dreaming of the delights of the past night.
'She f-d me as dry as a stick, last night,' soliloquised Charlie, 'yet I feel brimming over with spunk again, and ready to spend over her navel.'
'Wake up, Fanny, my love!' he softly whispered, putting two of his fingers into her still damp slit, and rubbing gently on her excited clitoris. 'Wake up, sleeping beauty, I must have one quick. See how stiff he is. Look at your darling. Don't you know that this is the Queen's birthday, 24th May, 18 — and, in honour of her Majesty, 1 mean to f-k as many girls as I can to-day, at least between now and to-morrow morning, and I mean to begin with you.'
'You randy fellow, do you think I will oblige you after such a speech as that?' laughed Fanny, as she woke with a start.
'I can't help myself this minute, because I've been dreaming of you all night. You seemed always in me, spending and spending till I seemed actually dissolving in love, and then you wake me up with a reference to having other girls during the day. Still I can't refuse this delicious morsel just now, but it will be different when you come home to-night, after your day's whoring. I shall look at you with disgust then.'
'Oh, put it into me quick!' she ejaculated with a sigh, opening her legs, to receive the object of her desire.
It was a short hot affair, as most first f- ks in the morning are, when the blood is heated from wine, champagne, amp;c, imbibed over night.
He stroked her twice, to Fanny's infinite satisfaction, before he withdrew from the tight folds of her deliciously warm c — t.
Then they slept till nearly six o'clock, when Fanny had to get up for her daily work.
Our friend Charlie indulged in another two hours' snooze, till he was awakened by the sensation of feeling his p — k sucked by a delightfully warm mouth, and found Mrs. Letsam, his landlady, indulging in one of her erotic suckings, which usually gave him so much pleasure, and on this occasion the thought that she was cleaning his pego of all the dried-up spendings that Fanny had left on it, so excited his fancy that he came in a perfect frenzy of emission, till the spunk fairly frothed in her mouth and oozed from its corners, as she ravenously tried to swallow every drop.
After breakfast, Charlie again racked off Fanny's juice on the sofa, and then started to call upon Clara, in her little house at St. John's Wood.
Only Lena was at home with Clara, but they were overjoyed to see him so brimfull of spirits, and his p — k, as soon as he got into their company, was as rampant as ever.
The two girls were having a light breakfast, as they sat in their dressing gowns, fresh from the matutinal cold bath, their cheeks rosy with youthful health, stimulated by the cold douche, which, with the hard rubbing they had given each other, had roused all the warmth of their blood, till they were in that state of voluptuous readiness, so fit for the reception of a fine young fellow like Charlie.
Each pretty girl tipped him the velvet end of her tongue, as he kissed their cherry lips, Lena saying: 'How nice of you to call so early, Mr. Warner; it is just in time to give each of us one of them,' before we go out for a drive round Regent's Park. Don't you know a f-k is truly delicious to a girl in the morning, just after she has had her cold bath, when she is all aglow, and the blood tingles through her veins from head to foot?'
'A cup of coffee, and then — ' said Clara, pouring out one for their visitor.
'Without milk or sugar, if you please,' replied Charlie. 'I shall get all that as I gamahuche you both, and suck up your spendings.'
Impatient for another go in, he soon led them into the bedroom, where there was a delicious and soft cool air from the open window of a small conservatory, which communicated with Clara's chambre a coucher.
They were soon as naked as Cupids, and Charlie, making them lean back on the bed, sucked each c-t in turn, till they writhed and spent on his active tongue, as its ravishing touches then rolled round their lascivious clitorises.
'This is Clara's house, so she is entitled to have the first put-in,' said Lena, 'and you shall suck as much honey as you can from my little buttercup fanny, whilst you f-k her.'
'We'll show you a new position, Charlie dear,' added Clara, as she extended herself on the bed. 'Get between my legs and as soon as you are in — yes, that's it; now throw your left leg up over my loins, and put your right under my right leg, and then lay your body away from me, fork fashion, and gamahuche Lena, as she sits up and presents her fanny to your lips; isn't it awfully nice? Your cock goes into the exact corner of my q — m, and touches the very entrance to my womb! Ah, ah! Oh, oh! You do make me spend. I can't help it. Go on quicker, dear boy! Ah, Lena, it drives me mad. He seems to make me melt all over.'
Charlie, on his part, was in ecstasies, and his delighted p — k was so sensitive to the clinging grip of Clara's lascivious fanny, that he was compelled to cry out he could not bear it any longer, as his hot spunk spurted into her c — t.
Lena was so randy that she took possession of Charlie's p — k the instant he withdrew, and, doubling her knees up towards her face, threw her legs over his shoulder, as he rammed it into her longing gap, whilst Clara lovingly kissed, sucked, and tongued his balls, bottom, and buttocks from behind, her busy fingers doing their best by handling his impetuous shaft, as it worked in and out of that foaming c — t, which was literally overflowing with their thick creamy emissions.
He kept himself back for a final spend, and so drew out the length of that glorious f-k, that Lena craved in her unsatisfied lust, and fixed her teeth in his shoulders, till her lips were crimsoned in his blood.
Clara, the while, frigged herself with one hand, and at the finish, they rolled over together in a perfect fury of amorous frenzy.
After this, Charlie dressed himself, placed two sovereigns on the dressing table, although the dear girls protested they would not take his money as he had pleased them so, then, taking leave of them as they still lay on the bed, rang the bell for the servant to show him out.
Emma, the servant, was a pretty little brunette, about eighteen, and as the saying is, 'fresh c — t, fresh courage,'
Charlie put half-a-crown in her hand, as he kissed her behind the door, and whispered, 'My dear, I should just like to f- k you. You shall have half-a-sov if you run down and let me in at the area door, as I pretend to go out down the front steps.'
Without speaking, she returned the kiss, and shut the door sharply behind him, so running down to the area, he was presently in the arms of another sweet randy girl.
His p — k stood in a moment, — as he lifted her on to the kitchen table, and put his hands up her clothes, their lips meeting in luscious kisses and tongueings.
Emma was quite as hot as her mistress, and f-k'd with all the abandon of a true little whore, till he gave her c — t a warm douche of the elixir of life.
Her eyes were shut, and her head rested on his shoulder, as she whispered, 'Oh, give me another before you go; it was such a beautiful f-k. I don't often get a treat like that.
