Polly smacked her lips and said: 'Master Rupert, your jism is less salty than your friend's, so even if his prick is bigger, your spunk tastes sweeter. There, does that make you feel better?'
Then without waiting for a reply, she turned her attention to Frank for she must have realised from the throbbing of his tool that he would soon shoot off if she carried on masturbating his manly pole.
So she lay back on the bed and parted her thighs as Frank clambered on top of her to press his purple knob against her cunney lips. I took hold of his giant shaft and guided it home, sliding the head of the veiny rammer. He sank into her cunt with a grateful sigh of relief.
Once his cock was totally enclosed in her channel Polly closed her thighs, making Frank open his legs and lie astride her with his penis well and truly trapped inside her pussey. 'I love doing this,'
Polly panted lewdly. 'Now you just fuck away, young Frank, and let me feel your big prick rub against the sides of my cunt!' However, Frank could scarcely move his cock as the muscles of her cunney were gripping his shaft so tightly but he was happy enough as Polly began to grind her hips round, massaging his prick as it throbbed away inside her cunt which by now was dribbling its love juices down her thighs. I was now desperate to join the fun and games but my cock was still hanging limp. Then suddenly I had a bright idea and slid my hand under Polly's backside and inserted my forefinger in her bum-hole. My precipitate action surprised but in no way upset Polly, who wiggled delightedly upon my finger and squealed: “You naughty boy, Master Rupert, who's been teaching you about bum-fiddling then!' For some reason this set off Frank and so Polly shifted her thighs and eased the pressure around his raging prick. My chum began to drive wildly now, in and out, in and out like a steamhammer, fucking at such intense speed that I knew he would soon send his gushings of foaming sperm flying out into Polly's sopping slit. Meanwhile, Polly was being brought off all the time, building herself up to a tremendous orgasm as the fierce momentum of Frank's fucking made her pussey disgorge a veritable rivulet of love juice. She brought her legs up against the small of his back as I continued to jab my finger in and out of her arse-hole. Frank now bore down on her yet again, his body now gleaming with perspiration, fucking that, juicy pussey faster and faster, the rippling movement of his cock sliding at breakneck speed against the glistening skin of her cunney. Then with a groan he spurted his seed, drenching her cunt with his jism as Polly quickly closed her thighs together again as he released his entire copious emission, not releasing him until his tool lay still, shrinking back to its natural flaccidness inside her. Polly wriggled up and rolled the unresisting body of Frank on to the side. 'Now, now, boys, we've only just started! Master Rupert, your cock looks just about ready for another game!' She took hold of my burgeoning prick which was by now stirring anew and it swelled up to its full proud proportions in her fist. She then lay back and drew her legs apart to expose the mark as I took my place on top of her. I glued my lips to hers and clutched her swelling breasts in my hands as she kept firm hold on my cock, ready to place it in position-but she had no need to do so, for the combination of her own and Frank's juices had prepared the oven for the dish, so to speak, and had made her pussey so slippery that my cock immediately slid right in deep inside her cunney without any preliminaries whatsoever. As soon as I felt my cock ensconced in her wet, throbbing sheath I began to heave and shove to our mutual enjoyment Through the intensity of the sucking off she had previously given me, I was able to prolong the ride, bringing the trembling girl off twice before I added my own sticky liquid tribute to the pungent blobs of love juice that had formed all around her pussey lips and in her furry tuft of cunney hair. I slicked my still stiff shaft in and out of her willing cunt until Polly said: Hold hard, Master Rupert, it looks like Frank's cock is rising up again. I think we can now all three play together now, won't that be fun?'
'I should say so,' said Frank, brandishing his erection in his hands and offering up the tip of his prick for Polly to suck. She slurped her lips over his bare red knob, liberally coating it with spittle before saying: 'I want you to fuck my bottom with that big cock of yours, Master Frank.'
She leaned over so that both Polly and I were lying on our sides, for I was still threading her juicy pussey whilst the above conversation was taking place, but this new position allowed her to thrust her chubby buttocks out as I bucked my way into her cunt. Frank then grasped her bum cheeks and parted the rounded globes so that the tiny wrinkled brown orifice between them was fully exposed. He manoeuvered the glowing knob of his proud cock between the adorable cheeks of her ripe derriere and eased it blissfully within the puckered rim of her rear dimple. 'Aaah! Oooh! Aaaah! It's going in! You've filled me up, you randy little fucker!' she cried as Frank urged his cock majestically upwards and inwards into her willing bottom. Polly twisted in delicious agonies as her backside yielded to this attack, grinding her cheeks against Frank's boyish flat belly. At one stage we both pushed our cocks in together and I felt my own staff rubbing against Frank's with only the thin divisional membrane of Polly's cunney and bum-hole running between us. I came first, pumping jet after jet of frothy white spunk while Polly and Frank continued to writhe in new paroxyms of pleasure as Frank corked her bottom, stirring her blood so hotly that she spent copiously as she panted out: 'Come on, Frank, shoot your sperm up my bum. Ooh, that's right, work your shaft in and out whilst you rub my titties!' Frank rammed away in earnest whilst her bottom bounced upon his belly and his sturdy cock eased back and forth between her tightened cheeks until he deluged her little bum-hole with his spoutings, letting Polly climb once more to the very summit of the mountain of love in a final tremulous orgasm. We continued to revel in such voluptuous delights until our pricks were simply incapable of further use to the insatiable wench, even when she crammed both of our stalks into her mouth and attempted to suck them up again to fresh erections. Ye Gods!
What a fizzling fucker was young Polly Aysgarth, a girl who taught me that to fully enjoy the pleasures of love-making, it is necessary to cast aside all mental restraints, for man was made for woman and woman was made for man and as for the parsons and other do-gooders who can only cavil at mutual enjoyment of The Sins Of The Flesh', well, the more fool, they! Polly left us shortly after two o'clock in the morning to sleep away the rest of the night in her own room. I was concerned that she would be reprimanded for not working well the next day, for she would have to be up at six o'clock sharp if not before, and less than four hours' sleep is insufficient for a hard-working servant. But Polly informed us that she had already arranged with Mr.
Goldhill that if he would not disturb her until noon, she would suck his cock as soon as she had woken up, which sounded a most equitable arrangement to my way of thinking. Frank was too tired even to put on his pyjamas, let alone to retire to his own room, so we snuggled up together, quite nude, under the eiderdown. I was the first to wake, and though my balls had been emptied more times than I could remember the night before, miraculously they were full again and my cock was standing up majestically to attention. I looked down and saw that Frank's truncheon was in the same fine condition. He was still half-asleep when I took his hand and brought it down to my stiffstander, and he moved his fingers in compliance once I had moved them up and down my tingling staff. I then grasped hold of my pal's tremendous tadger and pumped away with my fist. Simultaneously we spent together, our cocks spurting their gummy essence over the sparse covering of hair around the bases of our shafts and onto our bellies.