'What happened next?' Lord Laversham gave a hoarse laugh and continued: 'She said to me: “I will attempt to give you an example of what I mean by equal roles, Charles.” She paused, looked me directly in the eye and said: “Yes, I will try but you must understand that I am not one of your blue-stockinged, intellectual, types. To be blunt, I have feminine needs that must be satisfied.” 'I swallowed hard and said: “Do you mean you want fucking?” 'Nora drew herself up to her full height and nodded curtly as she replied bluntly: “It is my chief enjoyment in life to instigate such entertainment. This is precisely why I would like you to take off your trousers and ease your prick into my pussey.” 'She threw herself backwards upon the bed, hitching up her dress and petticoats as she raised her knees and parted her legs. The wanton, little minx was not wearing any kind of drawers and I could see the dark, hairy triangle of pubic curls fleecing the dainty, pink lips of her honeypot. I ripped off my trousers and without further ado, I lowered myself upon her. The lovely girl was clearly experienced in these affairs. There was none of the clumsy fumbling that so often attends fucking a novice. My throbbing cock immediately slipped through the already damp thicket of pussey hair and I found the moist entrance into her love channel.
'She wriggled her bottom into a more comfortable position and almost without effort, the entire length of my shaft sank into her cunt. Slowly, I started to slide easily up and down her clinging crack and she in turn arched her hips upwards to meet my pistoning thrusts.
She possesses a wonderful sense of timing, understanding as though by instinct, when to lower the tension so that pleasure may be prolonged.
'I endeavoured to keep my weight on my elbows as we raised the tempo and I gloried in each huge plunge into her honeypot, making her juices drip on to my balls each time they slapped against her arse.
She implored me to drive deeper, twirling her tongue inside my mouth and as my trusty tool rammed in and out of her pulsating quimmy, she yelped with pleasure. 'Then, with a shudder, I spurted a copious emission into her cunt. But alas, Nora had not reached a climax. My old pego was incapable of further combat, so naturally I finger fucked her until she achieved a spend.' The Prince of Wales nodded gravely and said: 'As would any true gentleman, my dear friend. Now, will the poses plastiques be ready soon? I have only a limited amount of time I can stay here before I return to London.' 'Yes, let's go back to the ballroom,' said Lord Laversham and he and His Royal Highness led the way. I could see from the bulge in the royal trousers that, like myself, he was sporting a gigantic stiffie. Konrad Kochanski rose from his seat when we entered the ballroom and I noticed that he had changed out of his frock coat and was wearing only a dressing-gown knotted with a cord at the waist. My uncle murmured to Sir Ronald Dunn: 'A bit chilly to start stripping off, don't you think, Ronnie? Or is our Polish friend following this strange new naturist fad of running around naked in the cold air?'
'It's quite possible, you know how peculiar some of these foreign chappies can be,' Sir Ronald replied. An under-butler arranged a semi-circle of seats in front of the stage, across which a purple velvet curtain had been draped. 'I've just come back from Sweden where, for reasons of health, people sit naked on benches in a wooden hut heated by hot steam, after which they subject themselves to a light beating with birch twigs and then dive into a cold pool of water.' Uncle Robert shuddered with horror and said: 'Good grief!
How perfectly awful! it reminds me of life at my old school where the headmaster subjected us boys to a similar regime every morning.'
At this point, the lights dimmed and a striking, red-haired girl dressed in a flowing, green robe slipped between the curtains and curtsied to us. 'Your Royal Highnesses, Gentlemen, welcome to our programme of tableaus vivants by the Company of Three, written by Mr.
Newman Gradegate and directed by Mr. Brooke Harrison-Thomas. 'Our first little play is entitled Three Naughty Schoolgirls.' She disappeared back behind the curtains to a buzz of excited conversation which stilled a few moments later when the curtains opened to reveal a scene set in a school dormitory. The red-haired girl was sitting on a bed between two others, a blonde with long, flowing hair and a tall, willowy brunette. All three were wearing long, white nightgowns which they had tucked up to the waist leaving their legs and thighs bare.
They were cuddling and stroking each other's bodies. Then the red-head turned to her blonde companion and said: 'Well, Sally, I don't think the boy who kissed you at the dance your parents threw for you, is coming here after all.' 'I'm sure Harry will turn up, Marcia,' said the beautiful blonde Sally as she ran her hands down the other girl's thigh. 'Do remember, Marcia, that he has to bicycle three miles to get here. When he does, he can climb the ladder we left against the wall up to the window where we will let him in.' 'I suppose we must give the lad time,' sighed Marcia, turning round to the third girl as she continued: 'Penny, don't you agree that it is rather trying having to wait so long to see whether Harry does make an appearance, especially as it can't be guaranteed that he will be able to fuck us all. 'Yes, what a shame, I was looking forward to seeing Harry fuck Sally!' pouted Penny. Then Marcia slipped her hand between her thighs.' Like the other five spectators, I craned my head to see if Marcia was indeed fingering Penny's pussey as she replied: 'You silly girl, of course you will see that happen. What is more important is whether Sally will share his cock with her two best friends.' The blonde girl looked reproachfully at her as she said: 'Now, how could you even think that I would keep Harry's thick prick for my sole pleasure? Did we not all agree that our motto will be like the Three Musketeers – one for all and all for one? Darling Penny, dearest Marcia, you are my bosom friends and I know that if either of you were in my position, you would not hesitate to offer me a share in your good fortune.' The three girls dissolved into an orgy of hugs and cuddles, during which, Penny cried out fervently: 'Ooooh, which of you naughty girls is tickling my cunney? Whoever it is, please stop teasing and bring me off right now.' 'Very well, my love, if that is what you want,' said Marcia as she pulled off her nightdress to reveal her glorious nude body to us. My cock swelled to bursting point as I watched her proud, young breasts jiggle as she helped Penny divest herself of her nightdress, tugging the garment over the tousled head of the tall, slender girl. Penny's breasts were also firm and high-tilted, if slightly smaller than those of her friend, but her pussey was well-covered by a fleece of chestnut hair whilst Marcia's cunt was only fledged with a fuzzy, auburn down. Still in her nightdress, Sally slipped away off the stage leaving the two girls kissing in a most lascivious manner on the bed. Lord Laversharh then stepped forward and asked if someone would be good enough to help him move the bed round so that we could all obtain a better view of what was taking place upon it and immediately I jumped from my seat and volunteered to assist him. I followed him up on the stage and we moved the bed round until it was facing the audience.
When we returned to our seats, Penny turned over on to her tummy and buried her face in the pillows. Then she pushed her splendid bottom high into the air so that all the watching spectators could obtain a thrilling view of her dimpled bum cheeks. From her side, Marcia moved her thighs slightly apart to expose the pouting lips of her cunney and the line of pink coral between them. 'My goodness, Penny, you are a lucky girl! What a perfect backside! So white and firm, and so well developed! Oh, how inviting that dear little cleft looks between your thighs,' exclaimed Marcia as she moulded and pressed the soft, white buttocks, smothering them with passionate wet kisses. 'Oh, I must – I must!' And, without further ado, she slipped her forefinger between Penny's pouting love lips and twisted it in and out of her juicy honeypot. 'There, does that feel nice?' Marcia panted as she finger fucked the delicious girl. 'I would think you do from the way your cunney is clasping my finger so tightly! Ah, I've found your clitty! Goodness me, what a stiff little love button!' 'Oh, that's heavenly, dearest Marcia!' came a muffled cry from the pillow, and at this, the red haired girl rolled Penny over on to her back and spread her thighs so that we could see the enticing red chink between her wet, swollen cunney lips.
Marcia paused for a moment to savour the musky aroma of her pussey which had wafted across to where I was sitting. Then she placed herself between Penny's legs and she rubbed the girl's bouncy breasts, making the titties stand up as she informed us about how she was going to slide her tongue into Penny's pussey and play with her stiff, rubbery clitty. Then she nested her head between her thighs and lovingly began to eat Penny's juicy cunt, forcing her tongue deep into her love channel and nipping at her clitty. The willowy girl bucked and writhed under this sweet stimulation, yelping with joy, as she was sucked off. Marcia's bum cheeks jiggled excitingly whilst she licked and lapped Penny up to a spend and she opened her legs so that her own prominent pussey was displayed to the excited male spectators.
Now, still in her nightdress, Sally briefly reappeared on the side of the stage before descending the steps and padding across to the Prince of Wales. Kneeling beside his chair, she deftly unbuttoned his trousers, freeing the majestic regal cock to leap stiffly into the air. The blonde girl boldly took his pulsing shaft into her hands and said: 'Your Majesty, I have an idea that you would like to fuck Marcia's pretty little auburn-haired cunt-but Lord Laversham promised me first refusal of your fine-looking royal rod. So with your permission…' And so saying she took the huge, domed helmet of the Prince's prick into her mouth, sucking greedily upon his twitching todger whilst reaching down to delicately finger his balls. Sally nibbled daintily on his purple knob and the Prince gave a throaty chuckle of delight. Sir Ronald Dunn called out in a fruity voice: 'Now then, my dear, don't forget that every
