'“Sounds like a good idea,” agreed Uncle Jonathan, reaching out for a pot of cold cream whilst Fiona knelt down and popped my cock into her mouth. Could I rise to the occasion one more time? Her darting tongue moved along my rod and as she licked my knob my shaft began to grow and swell up as hard and as stiff as ever. She gave my cock one last long lick and said: “Oooh, what stamina-I envy the lucky girl who'll be fucked by you now you've got the hang of it.” In no time at all she was back between my legs, her cunney lips slipping over my knob in an instant, and she bounced up and down, repeating the pleasure as Uncle Jonathan tried to insert his thick member in her cunt alongside mine, but this was impossible to achieve. So my uncle clamped his hands on her arse and parted her rounded bum cheeks and then he dipped a hand into the cold cream and liberally anointed her rear dimple. Fiona stuck out her bottom as he wet his sizeable knob with yet another dollop of cold cream. Then he pushed his thick shaft between her buttocks and soon his vigorous shoves gained an entrance as Fiona wiggled her bum lasciviously in front of him, enjoying the feel of his domed knob which was well burrowed inside her backside.
Clamping her firmly, Uncle Jonathan pushed forward until his entire shaft was sheathed inside her back passage. For a brief moment we rested with our two cocks throbbing against the other with only the thin divisional membrane of the anal canal separating them. Then I started to jerk my body up and down, my cock sluicing through her engorged quim whilst Fiona wriggled her derriere in time with each sliding motion of Uncle Jonathan's lusty organ. I found this threesome fucking so exciting that I came very soon after, injecting soul-stirring spurts of spunk, and this led to Uncle Jonathan pumping his prick in and out of Fiona's bum at a fast rate of knots until he ejaculated a hot gush of juice into her bottom. He gallantly withdrew his prick slowly until with an audible plop! the avuncular tool emerged and he sank back, mopping his brow. “Phew, that was fun,” he grunted. “Now who would like a drink?” 'I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening with Jonathan and Fiona, my kindly uncle telephoning my parents to say that he was taking me out to supper as a birthday treat, which was in fact the case, although I dare say Uncle Jonathan could be justly accused of being economical with the truth!'
Frank slowly expelled a great breath of air. 'Damn it, I wish I had an uncle like yours, you lucky blighter.' “Yes, he's a real good sport, and on my seventeenth birthday he took me to a Victor Pudendum contest at the Jim Jam Club I must be going now as I have to prepare some notes for a tutorial,' said Leonard, rising to his feet. Trot all of you please remember, if any of you ever find yourselves short of a good fuck in London, just call me. I'm now an associate member of the Jim Jam and for just ten bob Solly the doorman can always be relied on to provide a couple of pretty young dollymops.'
'Id better leave too as I also have work to prepare for tomorrow,' I said, though thinking more of my assignments with Beth, Esme and Gillian than the boring pages of my books on political economy. 'See you at breakfast, chaps,' I added as I strolled back to my room with a smile on my face, as it suddenly struck me how funny it would be for one of my uncles, the Rector of West Finchley, to be offered an evening at the Jim Jam Club. However, the old boy was no fool and whilst passing the port after dinner one evening whilst a guest at our house, he made it dear that before marriage he had himself enjoyed what he described as The Fleshpots Of The Metropolis', and that he considered it right and proper for any young man to enjoy some happy years of freedom. 'Mind, I cannot countenance over-familiar dalliances with young, attractive members of the opposite, ah, gender.' I listened in respectful silence, stifling my amusement when he proceeded to lean over and in a conspiratorial whisper murmured in my ear: 'But if you do find yourself tempted by the sins of the flesh, my advice is to go for a girl with large titties. For as we often said in officers' mess when I served with the Hussars: like titties, like clitty.' Of course, by that time Uncle Arthur had downed the best part of a full decanter of '96 Old and Crusted so to be fair, it was the port rather than the clergyman giving me that sound advice! I shook myself free of this pleasant reverie as I opened the door to my quarters. For a moment I thought I had entered the wrong room for Nancy the maid was lying on my bed, dressed only in a flimsy nightdress and lying on her tummy. Alongside her, completely naked, was a most attractive tall girl, finely formed with blonde hair falling down in ringlets onto her shoulders. She had smaller breasts than the generously endowed Nancy but possessed firm, chubby buttocks which quivered as she lifted her head and said: 'Nancy, is this the young gentleman you were talking about before supper?' 'Yes, this is Rupert Mountjoy,' said Nancy, waving her hand lazily at me.
'Rupert, I want you to meet my friend Rosa Crouthampe, who works at Brasenose College but comes over to visit me as often as she can. Rosa is my very best friend, aren't you, dearest? Isn't she pretty, Rupert?
Look at the rolling swell of her bum cheeks. Now turn over, Rosa, and let Rupert see the tight yellow curls around your cunney and the dear little love lips peeking through them. Wouldn't you like to plonk your big cock between them, Rupert, you randy devil? Oh dear, you must forgive my naughty language but we've had a few drinks to celebrate my birthday, and anyhow, I'm sure you'd want to fuck Rosa because you and Barry and Frank are the randiest boys out of all the first year students.' 'You're very probably right,' I agreed as I shut the door behind me. 'But you shouldn't speak to Rupert in such a familiar way and I think you owe him an apology,' said Rosa, and despite my protestations that I was not in the least offended by Nancy's remark, Rosa insisted that Nancy should be punished for her indiscreet observations. Nancy herself did not seem to want to challenge her friend on this point and offered no resistance when Rosa turned her over on her belly and, throwing up her chemise, exposed Nancy's perfectly rounded little bum cheeks to my lascivious gaze. She then rose to her knees and began to smack the two beautiful white hemispheres of Nancy's backside, saying: This will teach you to be so forward, you bad girl.' She slapped lightly and it was plain that both girls were enjoying this little scene. Rosa's lithe naked body glistened as her hand rose and fell, her round, nut-brown nipples rising and falling quickly with each sharp stroke, her cheeks slightly flushed with her exertions and her blue eyes sparkling with excitement as she chastised her naughty friend. 'Oh! Oh! Oh! No more, Rosa, ouch, it hurts, it hurts, Ouch! Please stop!' begged Nancy as she winced and wriggled under the rapid succession of slaps. 'Quiet now, Nancy! Stop making such a fuss,' snapped Rosa fiercely. 'You have been a very bad girl and all bad girls get smacked. Besides, Rupert and I love the way your bum cheeks jiggle as I smack them. Now we want to see your lovely botty colour up. See how nicely your buttocks are blushing! They should always be bright pink, shouldn't they, Rupert?'