my crack and left me desperate to achieve a climax.
'“Aaaah! Aaaah! I want to cum!” I cried out as I twisted and bucked under this teasing tongue. To my relief I heard Erika answer: “Its all right, Katie, I'll make sure you spend.”
'Then I opened my eyes and saw to my amazement that Erika had strapped on around her waist a leather belt that at its front sported a shiny wooden affair painted in pink and shaped exactly like a thick stiff cock, complete with two carefully fashioned rubber-covered balls. I had never seen anything like it before and was a tiny bit frightened as Alexa gave way to her sister who pressed her soft curvaceous body on top of me as she kissed me passionately on the lips.
'Alexa must have seen that I looked scared for she said encouragingly: “Relax, Katie, this ladies' comforter has been modelled on the prick of none other than the Danish military attache in London, Colonel Schmiechel, who fucked Erika after a party at the Embassy last year. She made a plaster cast of his cock and had her dildo fashioned to his measurements by Zwaig et Cie, the famous Parisian manufacturers of saucy novelties.”
'For some reason, this reassured me. I parted my thighs to allow Erika to insert the knob of this imitation shaft between my pussey lips and I must say that this had the desired effect! I swung my legs around her waist and locked my ankles together behind her back. Then she leaned forward, the dildo started to slide right into my sopping slit and I gasped with delight as Erika fucked me with this smooth wooden cock. Every time she thrust forwards it rubbed against my clitty and at the end of each thrust, when the dildo was fully embedded inside me, it nudged itself into the deepest recesses of my dripping honeypot and sent electric sparks of ecstasy shooting through my body.
'At the same time I was shocked to see Alexa, who was now kneeling behind her sister, slide her hand between Erika's legs and work her finger under the dildo to begin frigging her sisters cunt. This lewd sight helped bring me to the boil very quickly and from the beaming smile on her flushed face, I think that Erika and I climaxed together.
'When we had regained our senses, Erika offered to strap the dildo around my waist so that I could fuck Alexa, but I declined because, although I won't say that I don't enjoy an occasional tribadic encounter, I definitely prefer good old-fashioned fucking!' Katie concluded firmly with a sensual smile on her pretty face as she looked down on my straining shaft which had recovered from its previous delicious exercise and was standing up stiffly between my thighs.
'Well, that was a most stimulating story,' I said hoarsely. Katie giggled as she gave my throbbing tool a loving squeeze before she scrambled to her feet and said: 'Come on, Andrew, I would love to have you slide that thick stiffie into my cunney but we had better get dressed and return to the house before Fielding sends out a search party for me.'
I sighed as I took hold of her proffered hand and hauled myself up. But Katie was right and it would have been extremely foolish to take the chance of being caught in flagrante delicto, especially when there would soon be an opportunity to romp the night away with the gorgeous girl in the comfort of a soft warm bed.
We arrived back at Judson Manor in time to join the other guests for tea. Despite the excellent luncheon, the swimming and other more intimate exercises had given me enough of an appetite to do justice to Mrs. Matlock's slap-up repast of hot scones, fresh strawberry jam and cream, a fine choice of tomato, cucumber and cheese sandwiches and- the piece de resistance — a still warm apple-and-plum cake straight from the over.
'My goodness, old boy, anyone would think you haven't eaten anything since breakfast,' remarked Teddy as I tucked into my second slice of cake while Susie sat down at the piano and entertained us with her dashing rendition of Parthenia, one of Smolask's best-loved waltzes. We applauded politely and then, as she played the opening bars of a familiar old music hall chorus, Jack Dennison frowned and said: 'Now what the devil is the name of that song? It's on the tip of my tongue but I can't quite recall it.'
'Isn't it The Hound That Caught The Pubic Hair?' said Ian Pethick innocently which made us all laugh heartily as he went on: 'No, actually it's Stan Satterthwaite's theme song, Naughty Little Maudie. Don't you remember seeing him sing it at the Holborn Empire a couple of months ago?'
'Of course it is!' Jack exclaimed and to prove that he did remember this popular ditty, he sang in a rich tenor voice:
'Oh you don't know Maudie like I do,'
Said the pretty little bird on Maudie's hat.
'I could tell you some stories about Maudie
About many strange places she's been at.
By the sea, by the shore,
There's lot's of fun in store,
But always wipe your feet upon the mat!'
'You have a splendid voice, Jack,' said Erika admiringly. 'But I do not understand the song. What is the connection between a girl being naughty and wiping feet? Perhaps you would please explain this to me?'
Jack could not help smiling at the puzzled expression on the pretty blonde's face as he answered: 'Don't fret, it isn't your command of English that is at fault. The fact is that there's no connection at all. You see, Stan Satterthwaite is one of those so-called “eccentric comedians” who rush on stage dressed in weird costumes and bawl out nonsensical songs.'
'I agree with you, but Stan Satterthwaite's songs have very catchy tunes even though the lyrics are no better than nursery rhymes,' remarked Susie as she thumped out a stirring introductory melody on the piano. 'Have you heard his latest, You Can't Give Daisy Any Winkles'! No? Well, it goes something like this-
'You can't give
Daisy any winkles.
You can't give Dora any shrimps,
Gertie's a sport
But don't give her port
You'll never know what she'll begin!'
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The two Danish girls laughed as Susie sang the chorus. Then the rest of us roared out Let's Go Down The Strand, Burlington Bertie and my own particular favourite The Girl I Love Is Up In The Gallery. Whilst I sang the lilting sentimental melody I caught Katie's eye and looked meaningfully at her which caused a delightful reddish tinge of colour to appear on her so-kissable cheeks.
Not that Katie could ever be classified as one of those empty-headed girls who deliberately give the impression of helplessness to attract a man. In my opinion, one of the most remarkable evolutions of recent times has been the rebellion of women against remaining second-class citizens denied the same educational and political rights as men-and whilst I deplore violence as a method of argument, the women's suffrage movement has my total support.
As I said warmly to a recalcitrant acquaintance in the bar at the Jim Jam Club only the other day-he was bemoaning the fact that women no longer seemed to know their place-it is precisely those women who take an interest in economic, political and social affairs outside their own narrow horizons who make the best wives and lovers.
'Such girls are capable of making fair judgements, of ceding a point as well as enforcing a demand, and unless they are very stupid chaps, their male friends will not sigh for the “foolish little things” of other days,' I concluded sternly. The fellow slunk away, unable to counter my reasoning.
Be that as it may, it is undeniable that I would have been smitten by Katie whatever her views on the matter! Certainly, I sprang to my feet like a shot when she asked if anyone would care to come to the art gallery on the mezzanine floor and see the new pictures the Judsons had bought on their recent visit to the Continent.
Frankly, I was far from unhappy that none of the other guests took up her invitation, which I suspected was not because of any lack of interest in art. But it was clear that Teddy and Susie wanted to slip away by themselves whilst Ian and Jack no doubt were keen to find out if any pairing off could be arranged with Alexa and Erika.
I said as much to Katie as we climbed the wide sweeping staircase and commented that it was a pity that these young men were heading for certain disappointment. But Katie looked at me with a smile on her face and
