'I'll have to bow out of the fun for a little while,' I said sadly as Phil returned, his beefy prick already semi-erect when he bounced onto the bed.
'No, you don't have to do that, Andrew,' said Claire comfortingly. 'You don't necessarily need a stiffie to bring me off, do you?'
How could I have been so foolish! I brightened up and moved across the bed to kneel in front of her as Claire spread her legs invitingly and afforded me a delicious view of her pouting love lips peeping through her thatch of pussey curls. Next, she took hold of my hand and placed it directly onto her hairy mound, purring with pleasure as I ran the tip of my forefinger up and down her long crack.
'Haaagh!' she gasped when without warning I buried my head between her thighs and kissed the opening of her moist honeypot. Almost of their own volition, her legs splayed even wider when my tongue raked across her hardening clitty. I feasted my eyes on the glowing red chink before drawing her cunney lips into my mouth, delighting in the musky feminine odour whilst Claires hips rose and fell with added urgency.
The excited girl groaned with joy as I lapped up the free-flowing love juice which was now pouring out of her cunt. How the honey ran when I nibbled at her clitty. She cried out: 'Fuck me, Andrew! Fuck me, you lovely cunney licker!'
Alas, despite this erotic foreplay, I was still unable to oblige her. I raised my head and sighed: 'I'm dreadfully sorry, Claire, but I'm afraid I just can't get a hard-on. Phil, perhaps you will do the honours for me.'
'Only too glad to help out, my dear chap,' he answered as I scrambled away. With a wolfish growl Phil took my place, mounting the lissome girl who grabbed hold of his cock and guided his knob into her aching quim. Once his cock was snugly inside Claire's snatch, she brought her legs up against the small of Phil's back, humping the lower half of her body to meet the plunges of his pistoning prick. He sank his fingers into the soft flesh of her bum cheeks and then inserted the tip of his finger into her arsehole, making her squeal in fresh ecstasies of erotic fervour as he slammed his throbbing todger in and out of her slick, squelchy cunt.
Claire clawed at his back and jerked her hips upward to pull his cock even further inside her as she screamed: 'A-h-r-e! I'm going to spend, Phil! Cum with me, darling! Empty your balls, you randy rogue!'
Phil bore down on Claire yet again, jamming his bursting tool inside her oily orifice. Then he climaxed in great wheezing shudders as he creamed her cunt with a coating of frothy j ism. Claire squeezed her thighs tightly together to trap Phil's cock inside her until she achieved her own orgasm, and a blissful smile lit up her lovely face as the ecstatic sensations swept through her.
Now Becky turned to me and asked if I would care to fuck her from behind, doggie style-but, to my abject discomfiture, my cock rebuffed her advances even when she fisted my flaccid shaft up and down in her soft hand. So when Phil recovered from his previous exertions, for a second time I was forced to watch my chum take my place as Becky slipped out of bed to stand with her feet on the floor, leaning forward with her arms held straight out and the palms of her hands flat against the wall. Phil followed Becky and stood behind her as the luscious girl thrust out her chubby bum cheeks. Taking a deep breath, he guided his thick prick between the rounded globes and into her juicy quim.
'Yes! Yes! Crack away!' cried out Becky as Phil slewed his sturdy shaft to and fro, squelching a passage in and out of her delicious honeypot. She worked her hips in rhythm with his eager thrusts and spent just as Phil made one last lunge forward, his balls cracking against her thighs as he sent a stream of sticky spunk hurtling into her sopping snatch.
Even the two randy girls had to take a breather after these frenetic fucks and the four of us cuddled up under the eiderdown for a refreshing nap. Of course, by the time I woke up about thirty minutes later my cock was as stiff as could be and fairly aching to slide into a welcoming wet cunney. Alas, this was not possible because Becky and Claire had to be back at the theatre for the first house and I felt quite wretched as we dressed ourselves. Claire kindly said to me that she was sure it was only fatigue which had caused my naughty cock to behave so badly and that all it needed was a good rest to regain its potency.
CHAPTER TWO. Lascivious Liaisons
Despite Claire's optimistic forecast that I would soon regain my potency, I refused Phil's offer to take me out for a slap-up dinner at his club, saying I had indeed been overdoing it a bit lately and that an early night would do me good.
When I returned home I was puzzled for a brief moment to find myself alone. Then I remembered that my house-mate Teddy Carmichael would not be back from his trip to Paris until the following afternoon. Gloomily, I searched in the larder for something tasty for my supper and was comforted to find one of Mrs. Pelgram's veal and ham pies. I cut off a generous portion and washed it down with a bottle of Heineken Pilsener lager.
After I finished this meagre meal, I retired to the living-room and picked up one of the manuscripts I had brought home from the office. As Mr. Mac Arthur had forecast, nothing I had yet read had warranted further consideration by an experienced editor at Hartfield and Moser, and I expected nothing to change as I stared balefully at the title page of Modern Daughters by one Miss Abigail Wiggins.
But as I riffled through the pages, I imagined I saw the phrase 'She begged him to fuck her' appear before my eyes. I was so surprised that the script dropped out of my hands onto the floor. Luckily the pages had been stapled together in bunches which I was able to pick up with ease. I turned to the first page where Miss Wiggins had thoughtfully written a summary of the plot and discovered that the story involved a group of wild women from the suffragette movement who would do anything to secure for their sisters the right to vote.
Therefore it was with an unexpected eagerness that I waded into the novel. I discovered that the heroine of the stirring tale was a feisty girl named Danielle who had planned to seduce Sir James Horobin, a junior Government Minister, in order to win his support for the cause, but had fallen hopelessly in love with him and thus placed herself on the horns of an awkward dilemma.
I read with interest how the affair began when she succeeded in attracting the attention of Sir James who had been quickly smitten by her charms. A few days later she accepted his invitation to accompany him to Covent Garden to hear Signor Caruso and Madame Melba in a gala performance of Carmen. Danielle was aware of Sir James's reputation as a ladies' man but, after they had dined at Jackson's Restaurant opposite the Opera House, she agreed to go back with the elegant M.P. to his rooms in nearby Bloomsbury Way. Told in Danielle's own words, the story continued as follows:
Sir James placed a bottle of champagne in an ice-bucket and sat down next to me on the sofa. Then he drew me close to him and we exchanged a brief kiss whilst he caressed my body with long, sensual strokes. Gently he took my face in his hands and now we kissed more passionately, our tongues sliding in each other's mouths whilst his hands prowled beneath my clothes, enticing me to surrender to the feel of his fingertips on my tingling skin.
In a low voice he whispered, 'Danielle, I have no right to speak in this way after only such a brief acquaintance, but you have bewitched me, you dear girl. I must tell you desperately I want to make love to you tonight.'
Intrigued and excited by the sensations which were coursing through me, I said nothing, blocking out everything in my mind except for the excitement I felt when Sir James began to undress me. I helped him by scurrying out of my dress and very soon he was passing his lips over my bare breasts, licking and lapping my erect tawny nipples in great style.