groaned, as the aroused girl mashed her bum-cheeks against his belly. 'Now, Gordon, give it to me!' she commanded, and he needed little effort to obey, for within seconds, with a tremendous jerk of his hips, he flooded her rear dimple with such vibrant thrusts that I could almost see the ripples of orgasmic delight that ran down Sarah's spine as she achieved a superb climax. As she artfully pushed her bottom back and forth, spout after spout of creamy spunk lathered her puckered little orifice as Uncle Gordon pumped his jism he groaned with joy.
He withdrew his still-stiff staff from her arse with an audible 'pop' and Sarah turned round to grasp his rammer which glistened wetly from his own copious emission. 'You know, I think there is still some life in your old cock,' she said, thoughtfully, rubbing the shaft between her palms until it stood up almost as proudly as before it entered her nether regions. 'Why, it looks good enough to eat, don't you think?'
'Suck it and see,' said my uncle, hoarsely, as Sarah knelt down in front of him and began to lick the spunk off his cock. She gave his prick a loving squeeze and uncapped the mushroom shaped crown which she greedily gobbled into her mouth. Uncle Gordon eased in a further three inches or so between her lips and Sarah sucked noisily upon her sweetmeat. I noticed with interest how she varied her sucking with long lingering licks along the underside of his now fully erect penis, a technique I had only read about in the pages of The Oyster. But now I could see the technique actually performed and in great style as Sarah switched to nibbling the rosy dome of Uncle Gordon's throbbing prick with her teeth. Then she circled the base of his shaft as she sucked in almost all of his twitching tool and this brought Uncle Gordon to the brink of ecstasy. An aching cry of release escaped from his throat as, arching his back, he jetted spurt after spurt of sticky semen into Sarah's waiting mouth as she sucked and swallowed again and again until the last drops of his manly essence had been discharged.
'Oh, I did enjoy that,' said Sarah, as she kissed Uncle Gordon's gleaming shaft which was now losing its hardness and had visibly shrunk back into its normal flaccid state. 'I must say that your sperm has a really tasty salty flavour to it. Now then, what would you say to a little fuck?'
'Hello, little fuck,' he said, wittily. 'And that's just about all I could say, Sarah, you wicked minx, it'll take me all day to recover as it is.'
'You can always try the mustard-up-the-arse treatment,' she giggled, and for a reply he smacked her lovely bum-cheeks in mock anger. 'I don't think so, my girl. Anyhow, you'd better get back to your room before Mrs. Callaghan comes storming upstairs to find out why you're not already at work.'
'Gosh, you're right, I'd better go,' said Sarah, slipping on her dressing-gown and slippers. I was later to discover that Uncle Gordon was also fucking our housekeeper every Tuesday and Thursday evenings which was another reason he wanted to keep secret his tryst with Sarah -but that is another story which will have to be told at another time.
As the stimulating show next door was obviously ended, I rushed back to my bed, threw up my nightgown and plunged my fingers into my fur-lined little pussey which was already wet through with excitement. I only had to jerk my fingers in and out for a few seconds before my girlish cunney juices gushed down my thighs as I brought myself off.
After my morning bath I joined Jonathan and Uncle Gordon at the breakfast table. I only required a simple meal of orange juice followed by tea and toast. Jonathan, too, ate sparingly, for he was going to play tennis at the Nettletons' with his school-friend Frederick and some other young fellows. We were fortunate enough to have Colonel and Mrs. Nettleton as neighbours for their son Charles was an excellent player who won the All-England Championship at Wimbledon last year and he was kind enough to coach the local lads who expressed an interest in this game which is fast growing in popularity. (Why I take the time to mention this fact will become clear shortly.)
In contrast, through, my uncle Lord Gordon MacChesney munched his way through porridge, a generous plate of kedgeree together with lashings of buttered toast plastered with Mrs. Callaghan's admittedly delicious home-made strawberry jam. Obviously, my randy relative needed to refresh himself after all the indoor exercise he had taken and indeed I was soon to learn that the devotions at the altar of Venus and Priapus can be most tiring and the body should always be revived by good food and drink after an enervating stint of sucking and fucking.
It was time now to telephone Jimmy who was hopefully in London. To secure total privacy I went to my parents' bedroom and locked the door behind me. I recognised the voice of Miss Maggs, our local telephonist, when she told me that she would try to make the long distance connection straightaway, and I hoped that, unlike many country operators, she did not listen in to people's conversations. However, Miss Maggs achieved the link with London without any trouble and I prayed that Jimmy would be at home as I gave my name to the servant who answered the telephone at the other end. I asked to speak to Jimmy and I almost jumped for joy when he asked me to hold the line for just one moment.
'Hello Rosie, what a lovely surprise to hear from you,' said Jimmy, cheerfully, when he came to the phone. 'How are you all down in the country?'
'I'm very well, Jimmy, but I am not ashamed to admit that I am very lonely. Papa and Mama are away, Jonathan is out playing tennis and Uncle Gordon is not much company for me. Would it be possible for you to come and visit me? We could spend lots of time together, just the two of us.' I was tempted to add a remark of perhaps a more intimate nature but who knows who might be listening in either here or at Jimmy's house-nevertheless, I added: 'I would love to take a walk in the woods with you and have a picnic lunch. The weather is wonderful today, blue skies and lots of golden sunshine.'
'It's very tempting,' he said, with an eagerness that broke through the distance between us. 'I was going to watch the cricket match between Eton and Harrow this afternoon but as luck would have it my parents are also away so I'm just going to skip the cricket and take the first train down to Midhurst.'
I squealed with delight. 'Oh, how marvellous! I'll have the coachman meet you at the station. You'll manage to get the eleven o'clock train from Victoria, won't you?'
'I'll be on it, never fear,' Jimmy promised, and after a short pause he added somewhat shyly: 'Er, should I bring an overnight bag?'
'You can stay overnight, Jimmy? I'm so pleased-perhaps you can stay for a few days. I'm sure we can find plenty to do all day.'
'And what about at night?' he asked teasingly.
I was so happy that I became reckless and caring not whether Miss Maggs or anyone else was listening to us, I replied: 'Ah, that will be our special time. I have some secret plan for the warm summer evenings which I know you will enjoy even more than taking outdoor exercise during the daylight hours.'
'It sounds spiffing, Rosie. Let's say goodbye now as I must get Goulthorp to pack a bag for me. Should I bring my man along, Rosie, or will you spoil me as usual so that I can leave my servant at home?'
Jimmy might have guessed that I had planned some hi-jinks when I told him to leave Goulthorp in London as the staff at Argosse Towers hardly had enough to do in the absence of my parents. After blowing a kiss to each other down the line we said au revoir and I replaced the receiver with a blissful smile on my face.
The sun was now shining fiercely and as I entered the drawing room Uncle Gordon looked up from his armchair and the sheaf of papers he was studying and said: 'Rosie, my dear girl, I hope you won't be going out for too long in this weather because I don't want you over-tiring yourself-but if you must venture outdoors, do remember to take your parasol for too much sun will affect your lovely complexion.'
I informed him that I was only going to Midhurst Station in the carriage to meet Jimmy Horobin who would be staying a night or two with us. My uncle frowned. 'Really, Rosie, you should have told me beforehand that you were expecting a guest. I shall have to tell Mrs. Callaghan to prepare a room for young Horobin. Is his man coming too?'
'No, he is coming alone as it is only a short informal visit. I'm sorry I forgot to mention the matter before but I have only just confirmed the arrangements with Jimmy on the telephone.'
Uncle Gordon sighed. 'Very well, Rosie, but could you have not simply written a letter instead? A telephone call to London costs at least five shillings. I won't sneak on you this time, though your Mama will accuse me of needless extravagance, for she has it in her head that I use the telephone constantly to speak to my London friends when the truth is that I come down here to get away from the noise and bustle of the city.'
And to fuck our prettiest servant girls, I added silently, and live off the fat of the land. Still, Uncle Gordon was a nice old stick really and he and Sarah had just afforded me a most educational and entertaining diversion, so I meekly accepted his rebuke which, after all, was not unfairly given.
'I am going out myself shortly to Mr. Andrew Bennett's house over at East Lavington and I don't expect to be
