'Yes, I've read about this way of fucking in The Intimate Memoir Of Dame Jenny Everleigh but I've never actually tried it out. Still, experientia docet, so if you're willing, by all means, let's see for ourselves what it's like.' Gillian turned away from me and dropped to her hands and knees on the floor. I picked up her legs and supported much of her weight by holding her spread thighs so her arms could be fully extended and her lithe body was in a slanting position with her bottom on the same level as my cock. As soon as we were comfortable I pushed my knob forward between her bum cheeks-the only question now, as the snooker player might ask, was whether to go for the pink or the brown! I decided to slide my cock into her cunney and slipped in my length quite easily. It took a little while to achieve a satisfactory rhythm as she matched my movements with her own and I managed to 'steer' her into a position where my shaft slid very nicely in and out of her clinging sheath. I plunged in hard and in time the boiling spunk rose and, with a woosh, it surged out of my pulsating prick in a spend that seemed to last and last as I loosed a stream of sticky spunk into her dark, squelchy love-box. I withdrew and creamy drops of sperm dribbled down her thighs as I gently eased her body down onto the floor. She scrambled to her feet and kissed me, saying: 'Well, for a novice, you managed very nicely, though I must admit that I would only like to fuck this way very occasionally as it isn't the most comfortable position-it makes all the blood run into one's head.'
I was hardly surprised that Gillian was not too keen on this position for I was not that enamoured with it either-perhaps I'm old-fashioned but there's a minimum of physical contact involved and a lack of the emotional intimacy which I believe adds that little extra something to a good fucking. Mind, I'd rather take exercise in this fashion than run a mile before breakfast or in summer swim a similar distance along the River Windrush like my old pal Colonel Goldstone of the West Gordshire Rifles! And may I pass on a tip, dear reader, should you or your partner wish to try 'the wheelbarrow position' for yourselves? If the woman supports herself on a bed or chair, the man can place his arm round her middle and fondle her titties or pussey and she can turn her head and look at him, both of which allow a closer contact between the two of you. I find this variation preferable but as they say in that haven of devotion to the pleasures of the flesh, the Cock and Crop Club in Manhattan, 'diffrnt strokes for diffrnt folks'! We climbed back into bed and Gillian lay her head on my shoulder and toyed with my still damp shaft which was in a state of half limber resting on my thigh. She said: 'I suppose you would like me to continue this tale of debauchery, wouldn't you?'
'Yes, please go on, your words are so much more interesting than anything I've heard in my lectures!' She laughed and gave my balls a playful squeeze. 'Very well then- where was I now? Oh yes, we followed Lord George Lucas's party back to Matthew Cosgrave's house and there must have been about a dozen or so of us in the lounge toasting the birthday boy with a Jeroboam of Mr. Cosgrave's best champagne. We were all certainly a little worse for wear when one of the girls (who were all very friendly but remember, they were all from the chorus line at the Alhambra and, like most theatrical people, had few inhibitions) beckoned me to a corner where her friends had gathered. '“We're going to give Lord George a very special birthday present,” she giggled. “Do come and join the fun.” She signalled to Matthew Cosgrave who called for silence and announced: “George, my dear old fellow, in honour of your birthday, we would like to present you with a little something that you'll never forget.” '“How kind of you all,” murmured the dashing young peer who allowed himself to be led to a superbly made Chesterfield in the centre of the room as Carrie, the girl who had told me about the plan, explained what she and the others-Pippa, Lucy and Suzanne-had in mind.
I don't mind telling you that I was a little shocked but as I said just before, we were all quite riddley from the champagne which was flowing like water. 'Anyhow, Lord George sat on the Chesterfield and as quick as a flash he had the four girls piled on top of him.
Pippa and Lucy held down his legs whilst Carrie and Suzanne pinioned his arms, though to be truthful I can't say that our birthday boy struggled overmuch against the overpowering odds! “Gillian, I need your help,” cried out Carrie, who was a real stunning girl of no more than twenty at the most blessed with an exquisitely rounded figure and an extremely pretty face with deep blue eyes set off by long dark lashes, a full mouth and a brilliant set of pearly teeth. I hurried across and took her place, holding down Lord George's left arm against the soft leather upholstery. '“Are you going to feed him some birthday cake, girls?” laughed Roland Phillips, one of the other gay young blades who along with my escort Sir Andrew Stuck and the other men, was watching this little game unfold from the comfort of an armchair. “In good time he might be given something to eat,” replied Carrie, unpinning her long tresses of light, gold-tinted auburn hair, “but first I want to find out how hungry he is.” And to my astonishment she pulled open the flap of Lord George's trousers and proceeded to unbutton his flies! '“I say, steady on, Carrie, old girl,” he protested but I noticed that he did not struggle overmuch when the lovely girl tugged down his trousers and Pippa and Lucy (two lissome blonde beauties) had only to hold his legs steady whilst in one dextrous movement Carrie removed the offending garment. Along with the other girls I looked with great interest at the wisps of black pubic hair which were showing over the waistband of his drawers which had been slightly pulled down in the Melee and I could see his erect boner practically tearing through the fine monogrammed silk material of his aristocratic underpants! Carrie yanked these off with a whoop of joy. His rigid rod sprang up to attention and Pippa grabbed it in her fist and pumped her hand up and down with a squeal of delight.
'“Hold on there, you'll make him spend if you're not careful,” warned Carrie who was now on her feet and busy unhooking her dress.
“Oh, I'm terribly sorry,” said Pippa, removing her hand immediately.
“George, you be a good boy and wait for Carrie, do you hear?” Carrie shucked off her clothes very quickly and she flaunted her gorgeous naked body in front of us. She smoothed her hands across her magnificent swelling breasts which were round and firm and topped with large, stubby nipples. The pure whiteness of her belly was accentuated by a bushy mound of curly auburn hair through which I could just perceive the outline of her crack. Her luscious charms appealed to the other men too and I could see Roland and Andrew's trouser fronts bulge as they gawped in awe at this delicious nude apparition. But it was poor Lord George who was given the most tantalising view as Carrie began to writhe sensuously in front of him. She knelt down and let her bare breasts dangle in front of his face and then straddled him so that the tip of his straining shaft just touched her soft pussey hair.