'Phew, that was a close shave,' I said, mopping my brow with a handkerchief from my jacket pocket. 'Nugent-Bull and I can't wait to see you and Lizzie in the sick bay this afternoon.' The news that George was planning to join in our frolics surprised Polly and she said 'Nugent-Bull? I understood you were going to be our sole pupil, Henry. Is Lizzie absolutely sure that you and your friend are mentally and physically prepared for your first fucks?' 'Of course we are, and in any case, I have already moved on from my initiation with Lizzie,' I said with no little pride. 'And, as for George, he is fairly bursting with anticipation.' 'Oh, very well then,' she said agreeably, giving my balls a gentle squeeze. Then she giggled and, lowering her voice, she added: 'After all, two cocks are better than one.'
Sunday, November 11th, 1895 [continued] How slowly the hands of the clock dragged their way to half past two! George and I ate sparingly at luncheon to keep ourselves in trim for the afternoon's indoor athletics. Our refusal of second helpings of Mrs. Mimble's scrumptious apple pie was noted at our table and elicited a polite inquiry about our loss of appetite from Billy Goodall. 'Don't worry about those two chaps, they're planning a long hike in the woods this afternoon so they can't stuff themselves before such hard exercise,' said Johnny Bridges meaningfully. It was obvious that poor Johnny was still upset that he would not be coming with us to visit Lizzie and Polly. I tried to soothe the troubled waters by saying: 'Yes, Johnny, and next Sunday you'll be coming with us, won't you?' Johnny took the hint and steered the conversation away to another subject, for in no way did he wish to jeopardize his own chance of crossing the Rubicon with one of the two willing females. We made our excuses and walked briskly out of the dining hall. With George at my side and on the dot of half past two, I knocked on the door of the bedroom. We waited only a few moments before Lizzie opened the door and let us in. She was wearing the same blue silk robe as she had before. She ruffled her hands through our hair and said: 'Punctuality is the politeness of kings and, as you have arrived exactly on time, you must forgive Polly and I for starting without you.' 'Starting without us -' began George with a puzzled expression on his face but then he stopped when I pointed to the bed on which lay the delectable, naked body of Polly Smeeth. She looked the very epitome of feminine pulchritude and I feasted my eyes on the gorgeous girl with her pretty face, her long locks of golden- blonde hair and her superb breasts which were topped with large, rosy nipples. At the bottom of her flat, white belly was a silky thatch of flaxen curls and when I walked slowly round to the foot of the bed, she opened her thighs so that I could see the glowing, red chink of her cunney between her pouting love lips.
'If you boys would like to get yourselves undressed, Polly and I will continue where we left off,' said Lizzie. My cock was already standing to attention when she slipped off her robe and stood in all her naked glory in front of me, before flinging herself down next to Polly on the bed. Neither George nor myself had any experience of tribadic love, but we found the prospect most exciting. When we had torn off our clothes, we had to make a gigantic physical effort to stop ourselves wanking whilst we watched the two girls play with each other. We watched in total fascination as Lizzie and Polly engaged in a passionate embrace, kissing rapturously and thrusting their wet tongues into each other's mouths. With her left hand, Lizzie clasped the younger girl's delicious backside, whilst with the forefinger of her right hand, she frigged her pussey which made Polly purr softly with obvious pleasure. Then she caressed Polly's ripe breasts until her titties stiffened into two hard, tawny peaks before transferring her attentions to Polly's golden-haired pussey.
'Ooooh, that's nice,' Polly gurgled and she parted her thighs, giving us a marvellous view of the crinkling lips of her cunney from which protruded a pretty, erect clitty. Then, Lizzie bent her head down between Polly's smooth thighs and started to roll her tongue around the hard, little bud, playfully nipping at it with her teeth.
Even though George and I were somewhat startled at this uninhibited display, we found it most stimulating to watch, and our cocks were throbbing with lust. Then Polly began to shudder and she cried out: 'Oh! Oh! Oh! You're making me come, darling!' Polly fell back on the pillow with a seraphic smile upon her pretty face but Lizzie straightened up and slipped off the bed to face us. Her nude body glowed in the subdued light. She stepped towards George, the movement leaving her in profile and allowing me to drink in the proud thrust of her full, uptilted breasts, the sweep of her sculpted thighs and the fluffy, crisp thatching over her pussey. George's slim, yet muscular chest heaved as Lizzie's hand slipped down to grasp his swollen shaft and her tongue pushed between his unresisting lips. She guided him towards the bed where Polly had moved over to allow them room to lie down together next to her. Lizzie whispered her instructions into George's ear, keeping her hand clasped around his cock as she rolled on to her back. Then she spread her legs and I could see that George was shivering with excitement as he gently lowered himself upon her. I had expected her to first instruct George to squeeze her breasts or rub her titties but, doubtless concerned that he would spend too soon, Lizzie guided his cock into her cunney without any further preliminaries. George cried out in delight as at last he was landed and his arse jerked frantically up and down as he pumped his prick in and out of Lizzie's juicy love channel. No doubt Lizzie had warned him not to rush but to ream out her cunt more slowly, for after his initial frenetic burst, George slowed down the pace. This produced the desired effect and Lizzie trembled all over, panting: 'Yes! Yes! That's really first class! What powerful strokes! Keep ramming home, dear boy, you're doing wonderfully well!' She started to squirm and claw George's back as he lost all inhibition and began to ride Lizzie as if she were a bucking mare. Her legs slid down and her heels drummed against the sheet as she arched her back, working her quim back and forth against George's tool. George sheathed his shaft so fully inside her honeypot that his balls nestled against her bum cheeks. The moment of truth was nigh and he jetted his tribute into her cunt, his buttocks bouncing up and down as the final, weak dribbles of sperm oozed out from his sated cock. Then he sank down in a state of complete fulfilment upon her luscious, soft body. In the meantime, Polly had recovered from her spend and she now beckoned me over to sit on her side of the bed.
She scrambled up to bend over me and rested her pretty, blonde head across my thighs. She smiled up at me and then pertly stuck out her pink tongue which teased its way around my knob and the edges of the spongy cap whilst she gently caressed my balls. What blissful waves of sheer ecstasy flooded through my entire body when Polly opened her lips and enveloped my helmet inside her mouth. She sucked in two or three inches of my shaft and, instinctively, I pushed my hips upwards. Her teeth scraped the tender skin as she drew me in between her lascivious lips, gobbling in more and more of my cock to savour the juices which were already oozing from my knob. I closed my eyes and a hoarse growl of excitement escaped from my throat as the lewd girl continued to suck and stroke, her clever tongue working along the underside of my prick. At the same time, she cupped my balls in her hand, rubbing them softly as she bobbed her head up and down my stalwart shaft. All too soon, I felt the tingling sensations of my approaching climax and my lusty, young penis pulsed in her mouth. I let out a strangled cry and jetted wedge upon wedge of creamy, white spunk into Polly's adorable mouth. She milked my cock to the full, not ceasing to draw upon it until the final drops of pearly juice had been eagerly gulped down. Polly raised her head and kissed my glistening cock which was now slowly losing its proud stiffness. 'M'mra, I really enjoyed that, Henry. Your spunk has a delicious salty flavour and I must suck you off again before the afternoon is out,' she said earnestly. She rose from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. I turned back to see George lying on his back, slowly fisting his shaft which had quickly recovered from its virgin spend and was again as stiff and hard as a telegraph pole.
However, before she climbed upon his waiting cock, Lizzie rolled over towards me and squeezed my prick, pressing it first against her titties and then against her cheeks before she jammed down my foreskin and took the uncapped helmet between her lips, swirling her wet tongue all over the smooth surface as it began to swell menacingly in her mouth. Then she suddenly thrust the whole shaft down her throat and under the delightful stimulation of her exquisite palating my cock was also soon proudly erect. 'Ah, Henry,' she gasped, easing my knob from her mouth. 'Now we can begin your next lesson – I want you to fuck my bottom whilst I ride George's stiff- stander. But first you must dab some pomade on your shaft. You'll find some in a little jar on my dressing-table. 'Then come straight back here and stick your cock up my bum!' she added, with a wickedly voluptuous expression on her face. Obediently I scuttled over to the dressing table and liberally anointed my pulsating prick with the greasy ointment. When I had finished, I scrambled up behind Lizzie who had straddled George and who was now lowering her juicy crack down on to his quivering cock until she was sitting flat upon the tops of his thighs with every inch of his throbbing tool ensconced inside her love box. She rocked to and fro and, on every stroke, she thrust herself forwards as far as possible and pushed out her backside so that I was given an inviting bird's eye view of her wrinkled, little rear dimple. I took my cock in my hand and carefully positioned it in the crevice between her rolling bum cheeks which I parted wide so that her arse-hole would be fully opened to my prick's impending attack. Then I manoeuvred my knob into position. I hesitated as my cock seemed too big for Lizzie's back-passage, but Lizzie sensed my apprehension and gasped out: 'Go on, Henry, if it hurts I'll call out and you can pull back.' Ever obedient, I followed her command and shoved my cock slowly and steadily forward. Lizzie grunted as I
