'I could hardly believe that this ravishing lass was so brazenly offering herself to me! Nevertheless, I wasn't going to look a gift horse (or in this case, a gift fuck) in the mouth. So, hand in hand, we dashed across the landing to the safety of her bedroom. We were both trembling with excitement but fortunately Fiona had enough of her senses about her to lock the door before we crashed down upon her bed and began tearing off our clothes. Quite honestly, I almost spent then and there at the sight of her jiggling bare breasts and I tugged down her knickers myself before clasping her thrilling young body to me.
'Our mouths met as we embraced and my hands ran over her pert, rubbery nipples as we thrashed around, bucking and writhing in each other's arms. I kissed her again and again, almost afraid of hurting her with the intensity of my need. My fingers now strayed downwards to trace a path through the curly hairs which formed a light veil across her pouting pussey lips. Then she wrenched her lips away from mine, saying softly: “Take me, Phil, please take me. I want to be fucked by your lovely big cock!”
'As you might expect, I could hardly wait to obey this sweet command. Quivering with anticipation, I mounted the delectable girl. A low moan escaped from her throat as she grasped my thick prick and guided it firmly inside her juicy cunt.
'“Ooooh! Ooooh! Ooooh! Oh Phil, how splendidly your cock fits inside me!” gasped Fiona as I embedded my trusty tool inside her luscious sheath. Then I began to fuck her nice and slowly, revelling in the sensations afforded by the muscles of her tight, clinging cunney as I plunged my shaft forward until our pubic hairs were entwined. Then I pulled out all but the tip of my knob before swiftly pistoning it in again. This rich, deep fucking had the desired effect upon Fiona whose rounded bottom cheeks rolled from side to side as she arched her back to work her cunt back and forth while I reamed out her dripping quim.
'“Can I cum inside you?” I panted. She replied with a quick nod as she grabbed my buttocks and pressed me tightly against her so that every last inch of my cock was enveloped inside her tingling sheath. She moved her hips up and down and, with her hands still clutching my bum cheeks, I matched her movements so that my throbbing tool slid in and out of her sopping crack at an even faster pace.
'With a hoarse cry I exploded into her, creaming her cunney with a flood of sticky jism. My fierce ejaculation instantly brought about Fiona's own orgasm. Her body stiffened whilst I rubbed her clitty with my hand and the sweet girl shuddered in ecstacy as the powerful force of her spend swept through her. When I felt Fiona's body relax, I rolled off her and we lay panting with exhaustion in each other's arms.'
Phil paused for a moment and gave a lascivious grin as he savoured the remembrance of his voluptuous coupling. Then he continued: 'Once we had recovered our senses, Fiona played with my balls and asked me if I would- '
But at this point Becky interrupted him. 'Oh, never mind all that! Enough of words, let's have some action!' declared the clearly aroused blonde as she stood up and kicked off her shoes.
Then the wanton young vixen swiftly shucked off her blouse and tugged down her skirt-to reveal that she had not bothered to replace her underwear after her romp with Phil on Putney Heath. My cock shot up as I stared at Becky who now stood stark naked in a lascivious pose, running one hand over her jiggling breasts and letting the other fall down so that she could run her fingers through the flaxen bush of hair at the base of her snow-white belly.
Phil chuckled openly as she stretched out her hand and rubbed her palm against the swollen bulge in his trousers. 'Oooh, Phil,' she said sweetly. 'Have you put a banana in your pocket or do I really excite you?'
Without waiting for an answer Becky unbuttoned his flies to draw out his thick prick which stood stiffly to attention between her long fingers. She looked at Phil's shaft critically for a moment. Then, grasping it firmly and giving it a friendly squeeze, she turned to Claire and declared: 'H'm, I must say that this is certainly a handsome weapon. But it isn't as big a cock as I had imagined it would be after reading about Phil's naughty escapades with Rosie d'Argosse and Sheena Walshaw in The Cremorne.'
'What on earth do you mean by that?' frowned Phil. But this only made Becky and Claire break out into a fit of giggles. I smiled too because I knew what had caused their merriment. I said soothingly: 'Don't fret, Phil, you evidently haven't read the report on your sexual prowess by Rosie d'Argosse. You can be proud of yourself, old boy, she gave you top marks for quality and quantity. In fact, she wrote that your boner was one of the biggest she had ever entertained in her cunt.'
Now this news might have upset some gentlemen but my best chum had been favoured with a light-hearted sense of humour as well as a goodly amount of savoir faire. He simply joined in the laughter and announced: 'Well, what can I say, girls? I'm sorry if my prick disappoints you but size alone is of very little importance and I am happy enough with the dimensions of the equipment which has been given to me.'
'Well said, Phil,' cried Claire as she bent down and planted a smacking wet kiss on Phil's uncapped purple helmet. 'As the Yankees say, it isn't the size of the ship that counts, it's the motion of the ocean.'
I must confess to feeling slightly irritated at watching the girl I was itching to fuck wrap her lips around Phil's rigid rod, especially when Becky joined in the fun and licked his wrinkled scrotum whilst Claire lustily sucked on his blue-veined shaft.
The only consolation was looking at the ecstatic expression on my chum's face as their moist mouths sent spasms of sheer bliss racing up and down his spine. The feel of their tongues slithering around his cock and balls soon brought him past the point of no return. Phil gasped out a warning that he was about to cum, but Claire made no move to extract his jerking prick from the sweet captivity of her mouth. Indeed, she grasped the firm, muscular cheeks of his bum, moving him backwards and forwards until, with a final juddering throb, he spurted an abundant emission of sticky spunk into her willing mouth. She gulped down his spunk-flood, smacking her lips with gusto as the spicy jism slid down her throat. Phil trembled with delight when Claire pulled back her head, leaving Becky to lick up the last drains of cum whilst Claire and Phil sealed their new bond of friendship with a loving kiss.
Becky had no complaint to make about her friend sucking off her lover, but when she bent down to pick up her clothes, she wrinkled her brow and exclaimed: 'Oh my, Phil, I'm afraid that some of your spend has dribbled onto this lovely Persian rug.'
'That's all right,' he replied cheerfully. 'I'll just pop into the kitchen and get a bottle of Professor Goulthorp's All-Purpose Cleaning Cream. A few dabs with this excellent American product will do the trick.'
Phil hurried out and when he returned he sponged the spunky spots with the pungent liquid. 'Now leave it to dry and within the hour you'll see that the stain will have vanished. Honestly, some enterprising trader would make a small fortune if he gained the rights to import it into this country.'
The four of us then retired to the bedroom where Claire, Phil and I stripped off our clothes. Now, though I say so myself, by nature I am not a jealous kind of chap. But watching Claire gobble Phil's todger had done nothing to stimulate my desire to fuck the lissome girl. Rather the opposite, in fact, for when Phil went out to the toilet, despite the close attentions of both Becky and Claire, my cock obstinately refused to budge from its sorry state of dangling limply between my thighs. The girls tried rubbing and squeezing it and Becky even swirled her tongue up and down the sensitive underside. But to no avail.