Now I placed my lips firmly over her ditty and sucked it into my mouth, with my hands now squeezing her bouncy buttocks and I found the magic button under the fold at the base of Cherie's clitty and twirled my tongue all around it. The faster I vibrated my tongue the more excited she became and she gyrated madly as my darting tongue licked and lapped up the delicious juices which were now running down in a veritable stream from the clinging grooves of her cunney. With each stroke she arched her body in ecstasy, pressing the erect clitty, which was protruding out quite two inches like a tiny cock, against the tip of my flickering tongue. This oral stimulation soon served its purpose and I brought her off wonderfully. She flooded my face with her juices as she spent exquisitely in great, tumbling spasms. I had an appointment with my tutor so regretfully I could not take up her kind invitation to go upstairs and fuck in the comfort of her bedroom for the rest of the evening. Now this tale might make you jealous but please note that I also declined the chance to visit Madame Antoinette's shop the next day before Cherie's aunt returned from her brief holiday. And not only have I bought you the negligee and knickers that Cherie modelled but two lovely muslin petticoats with flounces of broderie anglaise and baby ribbon edgings that I am certain you will love to wear-and I hasten to add that these were chosen solely by myself without any help from Cherie! Despite this erotic encounter, I only have eyes for you, Chrissie, and am counting the hours until we meet again. All my love, Salman I laid down the letter and called over a passing serving girl to refill my cup from the common-room coffeepot which was kept bubbling under a small spirit lamp from after breakfast until midnight. The maid was a pretty wench who I had not seen before in the college. She could have been no more than eighteen years old, a strawberry-blonde girl who had been blessed with a pert prettiness with wide cornflower-blue eyes, a tiny nose and generously wide red lips through which showed pearly white teeth that sparkled in the bright autumnal light which poured through the large windows.
'Some more coffee, please,' I said, lifting up the cup to her.
Thank you, Mr. Mountjoy,' she said sweetly. How did this gorgeous girl know who I was? My fame must have travelled before me, I smiled to myself as I asked her how she knew my name, and the lovely creature coloured slightly as she replied: 'My name is Polly Castle-hasn't my cousin Nancy said anything about my starting work here? She arranged this position for me and Nancy was here a moment ago and pointed you out whilst you were reading your letter. She told me some nice stories about you, Mr. Mountjoy.' 'I'm afraid she hasn't mentioned a word to me about her cousin starting work in the college, although I'm not surprised as she would hardly welcome such lovely competition for her favours. But Polly, I sincerely hope that you won't believe everything that Nancy might have told you about me.'
She stole a quick glance down to my groin where my prick, which had stiffened up whilst I was reading Salman's billet-doux, was bulging out like a miniature mountain from my lap. 'Well, Nancy did say that you had the sturdiest tool in Balliol,' she said quietly.
'Was this something that I shouldn't believe?' I looked straight into her large, liquid blue eyes and said: I would be happy to let you discover the truth of her observation at any time of your choosing.'
Frankly, I never expected her to take up this lighthearted challenge but to my delighted surprise she immediately replied:
There's no time like the present as far as I'm concerned. I had just finished my duties when you called me over to pour out some more coffee for you. Oh dear, I don't think there is any left in the pot-I'll have to boil up some more hot water.' I rose from my chair and winked at her: 'Polly, do not put the kettle on! Take off your apron and instead find out if Nancy was telling the truth about my capabilities.' She hesitated only for a moment and then she gave a cheeky grin. 'Well, why not? I know where your room is, Mr.
Mountjoy-I'll be there in five minutes.'*You really don't have to address me as Mr. Mountjoy, Polly. All my chums call me Rupert and I trust that we are going to be very close friends-do you agree with me?' 'Oh yes, I do hope so,' she said. 'Very well then-Rupert – I will come upstairs just as soon as I've cleared the rest of the tables.' All thoughts of spending time in the library had now vanished from my mind and after gathering up my books I ran up the stairs back to my room. I took off my jacket, shoes and socks and was debating whether it would be too forward to take off my trousers when a knock on the door announced Polly's arrival. 'Come in,' I sang out and sure enough, it was the delectable little miss who stepped inside.
'Hello again, Polly, now do sit down on the bed and for a change let me see if I can serve you. Would you care for a glass of wine?'
'Not just now, thank you, but perhaps a little later,' she rejoined as she stood still for a moment and then suddenly, as if remembering why she was here, set to work unhooking her dress and loosening her clothes. I copied her example and in no time at all she stepped out of her garments, naked except for her brief white knickers, whilst I also stripped down to my undershorts with the stiff shaft of my boner standing up like a flagpole against my belly and the rounded red knob poked up over the waistband of my drawers. Polly's bare breasts were simply superb, two proud, firm creamy spheres each tipped with taut crimson titties. My hands were instinctively drawn to these delicious beauties and I reached out and gently squeezed the succulent globes whilst our faces moved slowly forward until our lips melded together into a passionate kiss. Now the gentleness gave way to a frenzy as, locked together in a tight embrace, we staggered towards the bed and fell upon the mattress, still joined by our mouths. Polly wasted no time and immediately pulled down my drawers and grasped hold of my throbbing tool as she lifted her bum so that I could remove her knickers. I smoothed my hand over the flat expanse of her belly, dimpled as it was with a sweet little navel, like a perfect plain of snow which appeared the more dazzling from the curly locks of silky brown hair that formed a hirsute triangle around her pussey. She opened her legs slightly to allow me a view of the pink chink of her cunney before she climbed up on her knees and moved her hand up and down my blue-veined staff which was now pulsating furiously in expectation of the delights to come. 'What a splendid looking cock!' Polly said admiringly, now holding my engorged truncheon in both hands. 'I like a dick this size which isn't too small for me to feel or too big so that it's hard to take into my cunney. Now I must find out whether this nicely proportioned prick will taste as good as it looks.' 'Please feel free to do so,' I murmured as I lay back and enjoyed the sight of this sensuous girl licking her lips before kissing, my knob and thoroughly wetting it with her tongue. She gave my bared helmet a short series of licks before opening her mouth and engulfing it inside her. She closed her lips around it and worked in as much of my shaft as she could, sucking lustily all the while which made me almost faint with sheer delight. As she increased the tempo of her sucking and her teeth scraped the tender cockflesh, she cupped my balls in her hand and this sent me over the edge so that my rigid rod jerked convulsively against the roof of her mouth. In seconds I filled her mouth with a veritable jet of jism which spurted out from my prick and she swallowed the gush of milky love juice until the fountain of frothy seed eased to a mere trickle. When she had finally drained my twitching tool of the last dribble of my vital essence, Polly looked up at me, my sated prick still between her lips, as she brushed back a lock of hair which had fallen over her face. She bobbed her head up and down for a few moments to keep my prick from sliding back into limpness and kept hold of it in her hand as she scrambled back to lie down again. Then she levered herself up on her arms and looked me full in the face. 'I'm pleased to tell you that your spunk is quite delicious to swallow, Rupert,' she said happily as she snuggled down beside me, 'and so I award John Thomas ten out of ten on both his looks and the taste of his love liquid.' 'Are there any further tests you would like him to take?' Polly considered this question with a merry smile thoughtfully before answering: 'Well of course, so far he has only passed the entrance examination. He has yet to attempt his finals which of course means seeing how stylishly he performs in my pussey.' This was a challenge from which my prick had no intentions of shirking! I said nothing but pulled her closer to me and she responded at once to my embrace and playfully started to rub her soft body against mine. Her mouth was biting at my shoulder and the top of her head was level with my chin. Her nipples traced tiny circles against my chest as she ground herself against me. I gloried in the sensuous warmth which emanated from this divine creature and my cock, now back to its prime state of erectness, found its way unerringly between her legs and her pouting pussey lips were brushing the tip of my knob, frigging my cock up to bursting point. 'May I ride you?' she enquired and I nodded my assent. She wriggled herself between my legs and rising to her knees, she took hold of my iron-hard rod and placed it firmly to the mark. Then Polly pressed herself down and effortlessly her cunt encompassed the entire length of my swollen shaft. She moved sideways a little before settling herself down so that her bottom cheeks sat comfortably upon my thighs. She twitched her shoulders and I watched with awe as her jutting breasts swung free and unencumbered above me. I reached up as she leaned forward, placing her breasts inside my cupped palms and I squeezed and fondled them as she began to bounce up and down upon my own proud stiffstander.