Perhaps prologue rather than scene would be a fairer description-for sitting on the piano stool with his trousers and underpants around his ankles was our dinner companion Mr. Andrew Bennett, and kneeling between his legs was none other than pretty Polly Potterley, gently masturbating his thick semi-erect prick.
Here she was, holding Mr. Bennett's substantial stiffstander in her hands, lightly kissing his hairy balls; truly, when one does what likes and gets paid for it (and I am sure Polly was receiving more than grateful thanks from Uncle Gordon), one found one's niche in life. And Polly certainly enjoyed her work and was to find fame and fortune only a few short years afterwards.
Now, we were able to view Dennison and Kathie's coupling in the garage without being noticed but here there was no hiding place to hand, although I must record that neither Mr. Bennett nor Polly seemed unduly bothered by what I would have thought to be an unwelcome intrusion. 'Hello there,' called out Mr. Bennett hospitably. 'Do come in but lock the door behind you if you don't mind. Polly's going to suck my cock, aren't you, my dear, and I would prefer not to have any further interruptions.'
'Good evening, Polly,' I said, trying hard to keep my sang froid. 'What a surprise to see you here. Actually, when you're here I rather thought that you might be engaged with my uncle.'
The pretty young jade smiled sweetly back at me. 'Good evening to you, Miss Rosie. Yes, usually I'd be sucking off Lord MacChesney by now but tonight he wants to fuck my friend Sarah, your chambermaid, so he kindly introduced Andrew to me so making sure that neither of us would feel lonely this evening. Lord MacChesney is so considerate, isn't he? But who is the handsome young gentleman next to you, Miss Rosie? I'm sure I've seen his face before somewhere, it looks very familiar to me.'
'I hardly think so, Polly,' I said stiffly. 'This gentleman happens to be the Honourable James Horobin. Jimmy, this young woman is Miss Polly Potterley.' Jimmy reached out to shake hands with the little minx who released one paw from Andrew Bennett's erect prick to smooth her fingers over Jimmy's knuckles.
'I know where I've seen your face before,' she exclaimed. 'I saw your photograph last week in the Tatler. Lord Gordon gives me the society magazines every week after he has finished with them and I've read about you, haven't I? You play football for Eton, and you scored the winning goal against Charterhouse for the Trewin Trophy last March, if I'm not mistaken. Oooh, how exciting to meet you, sir, what an honour!'
Jimmy licked his lips and though I could hardly complain if he acted upon the advice I had proffered less than an hour ago, it did strike me that words of simpering admiration from a pretty girl is a blandishment few red-blooded men can resist. Mind, from the look of Jimmy's face and the stirring movement noticeable in the front of his trousers, I could see that he was not even making an effort to counter the charms of this brazen young hussey. 'Don't call me sir, my friends call me Jimmy,' he smirked, as he and Polly exchanged a meaningful glance which they did not even try to conceal.
'Hold on a minute, you two,' cried Mr. Bennett, who had also witnessed the mutual attraction between the randy pair. 'Now then, Polly, I don't want to sound troublesome but that's my old fellow you've got between your fingers and I thought you were going to give him a good seeing-to.'
'Oh, but I will, Andrew,' Polly promised him, although she looked straight at Jimmy as she added: 'I just love sucking pricks. I do so enjoy caressing a knob with my lips and sucking out the first blob of juice which I spread around the crown with my tongue. It feels so good licking and lapping a stiff shaft and taking it into my mouth. I like nothing better than when the man squirts out his sperm too, it is so exciting when it shoots down my throat that I always spend myself. There's nothing that tastes so fine and clean as spunk. Indeed, I could suck on cock for hours but none of the men can hold back for more than five minutes at best. It really is very unfair, don't you think, Miss Rosie?'
'I'm afraid I haven't given the matter much thought, Polly,' I said coolly, but Jimmy quickly took her part. 'It is unfair, Polly,' he agreed. 'However, I would very much like to offer my prick for your delectation.'
'Ooh, that would be lovely,' she replied with a saucy smile, before hastily adding: 'But first let me attend to Andrew who has been very patient.' The merry girl was pretty enough, her chin being charmingly dimpled with full and pouting lips which, slightly open, gave a glimpse of two even rows of ivory-white teeth set in the deep rosy flesh of her small mouth. Her nose was of the Roman cast, though not large, and her eyes were a sparkling, lustrous brown which matched her hair which she let down so that it hung loose down to her shoulders. She was wearing an emerald-green dress, low cut with a long skirt which I later discovered to be a birthday gift from Uncle Gordon, and when she leaned forward we were treated to a show of her full, white breasts and the dress was cut so low that her nipples were only just concealed by the fabric.
Polly began to manipulate Andrew Bennett's cock, taking hold of his substantial shaft with both hands, but suddenly she stopped and said: 'You know, Andrew, you have been such a good sport, I'm going to give you an extra treat. Would you like to see me without my clothes on?' Well, you can imagine the answer which burst forth simultaneously from the throats of both Andrew and Jimmy! So Polly shucked off her dress and peeled of her chemise and drawers to stand in glorious nudity before us.
I was forced to admire her rich, dark brown hair that clustered in ringlets over her neck and shoulders which contrasted in singular fashion with the dazzling whiteness of her skin. Her breasts were luxuriantly large, proudly jutting out and tipped with small but pointed nipples of a deep pink colour and which I now understand denotes strong sexual urgings in the character of the possessor. Her waist was graceful and her belly flat and covered right at the bottom by a generous growth of nut-brown hair; and from between the silky locks that grew over her love mount, I could perceive a delicious looking little slit with two rosy lips, Polly Potterley, I grudgingly admitted, was as luscious a sight of feminine pulchritude as ever I had seen and I must confess that her body awoke a sensual desire within my own body.
But Polly was now ready to send Andrew Bennett on a trip to paradise. She hopped down on her knees, and opening her luscious little mouth she enclosed his helmet with her lips, working on the sensitive tip with her tongue. She eased her lips, taking in a little more of his shaft as her hand circled the base of his cock. She worked the loose skin up and down the shaft as she began to bob her head up and down and Andrew Bennett's hands now went to the back of her head, pushing her mouth even further down upon his swollen cock. Somehow, Polly managed to swallow almost all of his hard rod and she was obviously enjoying herself as she sucked happily away on his thick prick, an activity that was accompanied by a most arousing and stimulating squelching sound as his stiff penis slid wetly in and out of her mouth.
Polly was well schooled in the art of sucking, for Mr. Bennett was soon gasping as her little tongue flicked out and lapped lusciously on his throbbing stalk and when her teeth scraped the tender cockflesh when she drew his knob into her mouth, the poor man simply could no longer contain himself and he thrust his hips upwards and discharged a copious emission of sperm down her throat. Polly squirmed with pleasure as she swallowed as much of his creamy love-juice as possible gobbling the nectar spilling from the swollen sweetmeat pulsating between her lips.