'Why, I enjoy that position immensely. How some people can believe that the manner in which most mammals copulate is somehow unnatural is almost past my comprehension. I also enjoy the sensation of a lovely smooth cock entering my pussey from behind. I believe this position allows an extra inch or two of the shaft to enter the cunney and that it always a bonus.' 'Indeed it is,' mused Polly. 'And I do believe that it allows the knob of the cock to touch the clitty which is even nicer! Why, just feeling a knob against my clitty and cunney lips brings me off in a trice.' 'Let us put into practice what we have been talking about,' said Cecil, massaging his cock up to a fine state of stiffness. 'Very well, Cecil dear. But do have patience as I would like to have young Teddy fuck me from the rear,' said Polly, looking with interest at my youthful prick which was rising majestically upwards as she was speaking until it stood upright in all its glory, the rich red ruby dome uncapped as it throbbed out its need for a juicy quim in which to bury itself. Sophie took hold of my cock as Polly leaned over the arm of the couch, spreading her legs a little and raising her bum so that both her arsehole and cunt were waiting for my arrival. 'Would you like this colossal cock up your bum, darling?' enquired Sophie, with characteristic eloquence.
'No, not now, but thank you so much for asking, my sweet. But please put Teddy's prick in my cunney, there's a dear, as I have a great fancy for it just now. I want to feel his hot cock nudge between my bum-cheeks until his knob touches my cunt lips.' The lovely girl grasped my cock firmly and soon the red head of Cupid's battering ram was brought to the charge. Sophie opened the lips of Polly's cunt and placed my cock just on the edges, whispering to me: 'Push on, push on, Polly has a marvellously tight little pussey! And she really wants to feel every inch of your big cock inside her!' I moved my hips in rhythm so that with each plunge forward, an extra inch of my shaft was embedded in Polly's sopping cunney. We enjoyed a most pleasurable fuck, moving slowly at first till her rapid motions spurred me to faster plunges, her deliciously tight pussey holding me like a warm, silken hand. Her juices lubricated her cunney walls so that soon my shaft was sliding in and out with ease though I was able to feel my foreskin drawn backwards and forwards with every shove. 'Ah! You dear boy, push on! Come now, Teddy, empty your balls!' she screamed in ecstasy as we came together though I was too tongue-tied to be profuse in my terms of endearment. As we lay still after it was over, her tight little pussey seemed to hold and continually squeeze my delighted cock by its contractions and throbbings and it was only a few minutes before we ran another thrilling course in this most voluptuous way imaginable. By this time Sophie was down on her knees lustily sucking on Cecil's stiff prick. He had his hands on her head as she sucked greedily on his shaft, caressing his large balls with one hand and frigging herself with the other, the fingers vigorously sliding in and out of her hairy cunt. She changed course after a minute or two and clasped my brother's buttocks and squeezed him close up to her mouth till his balls slapped against her chin. Cecil shouted: 'My God! I'm going to spend! Suck me harder!
Oh yes, that's it! I can feel my cream coming! I'm going to shoot my spunk!' And with short convulsive jerks of his dimpled bum, he shot wads of spunk into Sophie's willing mouth. She swallowed his copious emission joyfully, smacking her lips as she milked Cecil's prick of the last frothy drops of spunk as he quivered with convulsions of delight, sinking to his knees to join her as they wrapped their arms around each other and sealed their joy with a passionate kiss. We stayed a while longer to enjoy the pleasure of the company of these two delightful girls. We had strength for a final round of fucking before we pulled on our clothes and made ready to go. For time was now pressing as we had to meet Father at Sir Lionel Trapes' imposing town-house off Avenue Road in St John's Wood and we had promised to be there by five o'clock. So we made our farewells and Sophie slipped me a piece of paper with her home address written on it saying that she had enjoyed our fucking so much that I would be a most welcome guest in her West Hampstead apartment at any time and that the fucking would be free of charge. 'Quite a compliment,' said Cecil with a wry chuckle as we climbed into the cab that the thoughtful Soames had called for us. 'Do you think she means it?' I said. 'Perhaps yes, perhaps no. After all, she has to earn her daily bread so she cannot be expected to let you fuck her for nothing. If she were a milliner, for example, she would hardly be expected to give away her hats!' 'Well, I am sure that she would be generous to her friends.' 'And in no time she would be out of business, for once you start giving something away nobody else will pay for it,' said my cynical brother. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled as Cecil took out an afternoon newspaper he had picked up from the hallway table at Maison Alfred. 'This is very interesting, Teddy,' he said. 'Look, you are thinking of taking up medicine, aren't you? Now here is a most interesting news item about a Mancunian consultant, a Professor McChesney, who says that smiling is good for you.' 'Well, it doesn't need a consultant to state the obvious, Cecil, does it?' 'No, no, there's more to it than that. Professor McChesney maintains that when we smile we push our facial muscles against bones, we temporarily divert the blood flow from the brain to the face. This may influence brain temperature and stimulate the production of endorphins, the body's own natural pain killers.'
'So smiling is good for you not just because it makes you feel better but it is actually beneficial regarding body chemistry?'
'Precisely, Teddy. I think I will ask Father if we can come up to town next week to hear Professor McChesney lecture at the Aeolian Hall.' 'Is he speaking about smiling?' 'Indirectly perhaps,' said Cecil. 'The lecture is entitled “On Natural Relief of Piles”. No doubt anyone who is relieved will smile quite broadly afterwards!'
The roads were quite busy as many people had decided to spend the very pleasant afternoon taking the air in Regents Park. Inside the park, the air was strangely still and I was reminded of the lovely words of Goethe we had been diligently studying at Cockshall Manor under the stern guidance of Herr Grossputz. I can still recite much of Goethe's verse from memory. Despite the prejudice against a sometimes guttural tongue, I believe that German can sometimes sound as melodic as the Latin languages. Anyway, the words that came into my mind are from Wanderers Nachtlied: Uber alien Gipfein Ist Ruh, In alien Wipfeln Spurest du Kaum einen Hauch;
Die Vogelein schweigen im Walde. Warte nur, balde Ruhest du auch. I will translate for those of my readers unfamiliar with German: O'er all the hill-tops Is quiet now, In all the tree-tops Hearest thou Hardly a breath; The birds are asleep in the trees: Wait; soon like these Thou too shall rest. But I was rudely awakened from my reveries by my brother who suddenly grabbed hold of my right knee and hissed: 'Hell's bells, Teddy! See what I've found!' 'What is it?
I asked a little irritably. 'Have you left something behind at the Club? 'No, no, no. It's what I've picked up there, young fellow-me-lad.' 'Not a sore prick or worse,' I suggested facetiously. 'Not that either,' rejoined Cecil. 'But I did pick up something at Maison Alfred all right. Look, Teddy, you see this newspaper that I took from the hall table. Well, I didn't actually ask Soames if I could take it as he was busy hailing a cab for us. Anyhow, I decided that the gentleman who had purchased the paper would hardly miss it and in any case he would in all probability want to buy a later edition. 'But the chap who left it out in the hall has left a letter inside the paper and it's pretty hot stuff, I can tell you.