However, it proved impossible for me not to succumb to the blandishments of Sally the lusty chambermaid who-as readers will recall-had promised to come in half an hour earlier the next day for an early morning fuck. I was fast asleep when I was woken out of my slumber by a gentle shaking of my shoulders. As my eyes fluttered open I heard Sally's voice whisper in my ear: 'Hallo there, Mister Andrew. It's half past six and time for some rumpy pumpy.'
'Six o'clock! My God, that's almost the middle of the night!' I yawned as I hauled myself up to a sitting position and watched the buxom girl slip out of her clothes.
'Not for me, it isn't, sir,' commented Sally as she stepped out of her skirt and sat herself down on the bed to roll down her stockings. 'But I'm afraid that's the price of an early morning fuck.'
'Yes, and I'm delighted to pay it,' I said hastily, 'I'm just not used to being roused at this time of day, that's all.'
She gave a sardonic little laugh. 'Hah! I wish I could say the same, Mister Andrew,' she said fervently, 'I always have to get up at six o'clock, come rain or shine, and when I leave here at about ten, I work with my Mum on her market stall in Paddington Street till tea-time. Not that I'm complaining, you understand, all my friends who are in full-time service work much longer hours for the same money than you and Mister Teddy pay me.'
Quite frankly, although I was pleased to be considered a kindly employer, I could take little credit for any liberality because Teddy had made all our domestic arrangements and I simply paid my share of the household expenses. Nevertheless, after hearing Sally's remark, I resolved never to grumble about any small problems that affected my own easy-going lifestyle.
Meanwhile the lusty lass finished undressing. The sight of her nubile nude body sent my cock shooting up as she pulled back the sheets to slide herself into bed next to me. I had slept without a nightshirt as it had been a warm night and automatically I covered my crotch with my hands. This caused an impish smile to form on Sally's lips as she said: 'Now then, Mister Andrew, why are you being so bashful? It's not as if I've never seen your naughty bits-crikey, have you forgotten already that I not only tossed you off yesterday but that I also gave your prick a nice juicy gobble before you fucked me!'
'Sally, you're absolutely right and I am well rebuked,' I said firmly as I took the impudent girl in my arms. 'What can I do to apologize?'
'Well, you've had my cunney and I've tasted your cock so why don't you give my bum a good seeing-to?' she answered brightly as she scrambled to her knees and jiggled her luscious bum cheeks.
'There's nothing I'd like better,' I declared as I heaved myself up to place myself behind her but Sally said: 'Hold on a moment, Mister Andrew. Your cock is so thick that you'll need to lubricate it first. Pomade would be very suitable.'
I jumped off the bed and rushed across the room to pick up ajar of Golden Macassar Oil from my dressing table. I lobbed it back to Sally who unscrewed the top. As soon as I returned she slicked such a liberal amount of the greasy liquid on my shaft that my balls threatened to release their spermy contents before my tool had even begun to burrow its way between Sally's jouncy buttocks.
To prevent such a disaster, I gritted my teeth and forced my brain to concentrate upon answering a question so tedious that the flow of j ism would reverse itself back to my scrotum. The problem I set myself was how many English towns I could think of whose names began with the letter B. As usual, this stratagem did not fail me and I recommend it to any gentleman who wishes to hold back his cum until his bed-mate is ready to receive his spunky libation.
Be that as it may, once I had overcome this hurdle, I parted the young chambermaid's bum cheeks and slid my knob straight into her miniature starfish-shaped rear dimple. Thanks to Sally's anointment of my prick with pomade I was able to slip my shaft directly into the narrow sheath until it was completely embedded inside her bottom and my balls swung against the backs of her upper thighs.
Holding onto her shoulders, I began to bum-fuck the voluptuous girl with long, deep strokes, raising the tempo from lento to andante and building up the speed to an inevitable furioso. Together we rode the wind as I slid my greasy cock backwards and forwards. It was clear from Sally's high-pitched yelps and the artful wriggling of her beautiful backside that she was enjoying herself as much as I was.
'Go on, sir, shove it in as far up as you can! Then wrap your arm around my waist and play with my quim,' she cried out. This I was, naturally, happy to do. A veritable flood of love juice flowed out of Sally's cunt when I twiddled her clitty and the contractions of her back passage soon brought a torrential discharge of seed spurting out of my cock into her bottom.
'Oh yes, yes, what a lovely cum! Whoooh! Keep frigging my cunney, Mister Andrew, I'm cumming too!' shrieked Sally who almost fainted away as, with a last maddened shudder, she spent copiously over my hand. I furiously pumped out the final creamy drainings of my spunk and with a 'pop' pulled out my shrinking shaft from the sticky embrace of her arse. I rolled over onto my back, my chest heaving up and down as I recovered my breath after these salacious exertions.
Yet, despite this tremendous cum, my cock was still semi-erect as it swung lazily between my thighs. When Sally squeezed my shaft and fisted it up and down in her clenched hand, my treacherous truncheon stood up again as stiff as a poker! Sally relinquished her grip on my tool briefly to go and fetch a bowl of warm water, some soap and a flannel. She washed my now rampant rod with slow, caressing movements, teasing it with sensual strokes until I felt almost on the brink of another spend.
So why hadn't my prick swollen up to its full majestic height for the lovely Claire only a few hours ago, I asked myself silently. But there was no time to ponder on this question because Sally had now clasped my cock between both her hands. I could feel my scrotum tightening as she said: 'Well, Mister Andrew, I must say that you do have a thick todger. It looks good enough to eat, so if you have no objection…'
Sally's voice trailed off and in a trice her tousled head was between my legs. I let out a gasp of delight when she kissed my cock and washed the uncapped helmet with long slow swirls of her pink wet tongue. The hot-blooded young minx looked up at me with a smile on her pretty face and then, bringing her mouth down over my bell-end, she ran the tip of her tongue along the length of my throbbing tool, sending electric shock waves through every fibre of my body.
These erotic sensations were heightened as Sally continued to suck my cock with great relish, cleverly moving her mouth along my shaft to cover every inch of my palpitating prick. At the same time I hauled myself up and slid my hand between her bum cheeks to diddle her clitty as she lightly grazed the wrinkled skin of my scrotum with her fingernails, smoothing her hand gently underneath my ballsack. Soon I began to tremble all over when I felt the approach of a searing wave which was building up at an ever-quickening pace inside me.
My cock started to shiver uncontrollably as Sally's sweet wet tongue slid up and down the sensitive underside of my swollen shaft. I cried out hoarsely: 'I'm cumming, Sally! I'm going to shoot all my sticky spunk down your throat, you ravishing little vixen!'
This lewd warning seemed to make Sally suck even more frantically on my quivering cock and within seconds a fountain of creamy jism spurted out of my prick into her receptive mouth. Sally smacked her lips as she gulped down every last drop of my tangy seed.
I fell back on the bed utterly exhausted from this second ejaculation of my vital fluids but well pleased that, when called upon to perform its party piece, my cock had not repeated its embarrassing reluctance of the day before. For when all was said and done, it didn't matter a jot whether one had the thickest or the longest chopper in the entire country so long as one could count on simply having a prick which worked to order. With this comforting thought in my mind I slipped into a pleasant after-fuck doze but was soon woken by my insatiable bed- mate shaking my shoulder.
'For heaven's sake, Sally,' I spluttered irritably. 'You surely don't expect me to shag you again so soon.'
When she saw the look of annoyance on my face, she put her forefinger on my lips and said apologetically: 'Oh, Mister Andrew, of course not, my cunney needs a rest just as much as your cock. Please don't be cross with me, but I want to ask you to do me a very personal favour.'
I raised my eyebrows and enquired: 'A personal favour, eh? And just what might that be?'
Even though we were alone in the house, Sally cupped her hand around my ear and whispered: 'Don't be shocked, sir, but I want you to shave the hair around my pussey.'
I was staggered by this extraordinary suggestion and, being rather fond of twirling my fingers inside a hirsute bush of cuntal curls, I tried to dissuade her from this drastic course of action. However, Sally was not to be dissuaded and she insisted: 'Doesn't a hairless notch appeal to you, sir? My boy friend prefers my slit to be shaved
