Although I did wish for Henry to pleasure me tonight,' she added.
I had no wish to become embroiled in any argument, so I hauled myself up and was about to pad out into the bathroom when Elena pulled me back and said: 'Don't be aggrieved, Cassandra, I was not to know that you had designs on young Henry here.' To my discomfiture, Elena threw back the blankets and exposed my naked body, saying: 'But Henry possess the most beautiful penis? Look at the way his truncheon thickens when I rub my hand up and down it. If he hasn't yet fucked you, my dear, I am pleased to state without any reservation that you're in for a lovely treat.' 'Take hold of his cock and feel the warm, skin as smooth as polished ivory,' she urged her daughter, who needed no encouragement to wrap her fingers around my stiffening shaft. I stayed silent for I was happy enough for my tadger to be toyed with by these two pretty women. Cassie sat down on the bed and planted a quick butterfly kiss on my uncapped pink knob. 'Henry has already fucked me so I am well acquainted with his delicious prick,' she commented. 'I do agree with you, Mama, that it is a most attractive specimen. Perhaps Henry will let you make a nice water colour of it for my bedroom wall. I'm sure you could capture the nice way that the curly hair around the root sets off his shaft and his hairy ballsack.' 'What a splendid idea,' said Elena and at last I was brought into the conversation as she looked at me and asked me a question that I had never been asked before and am unlikely ever to be asked again! 'Henry, you wouldn't mind my making a picture of your cock and balls, would you?' 'Please feel free,' I replied and Elena continued: 'Why don't we bring him off together? Then you can take him back to your room for the rest of the night.' 'Fair enough,' said Cassie and mother and daughter immediately went to work with a will. There was room enough for them both to encircle their hands around the ample girth of my pulsating prick and they pressed their heads down to lick and lap on my twitching tool. Elena and Cassie jostled their heads together to suck upon my fleshy lollipop and their sensuous palating was too much for me to bear. Very shortly a fountain of spunk burst out of my cock in a tidal rush of sticky jism into their mouths and they smacked their lips as they gulped down my copious spermatic emission. Their soft hands traced patterns along the distended blue vein along the length of my shaft until I finished my cum in an ecstatic shudder of sexual relief. I lay back and let the pair lick the last drains of semen off my shaft and then Cassie said cheerfully: 'Good night, Mama, we'll see you in the morning. I am glad there are no secrets between us.' Then she gave my shrunken chopper a friendly tug and added: 'Come on, Henry, we must be off. I'll take your shoes and socks if you will carry the rest of your clothes.' I meekly obeyed and once in the safety of Cassie's room, she dragged me on to the bed and our limbs were soon entwined in a fiercely passionate kiss. It was clear that Cassie wanted to be fucked but my poor cock was hors de combat and even the most lubricious sucking by Cassie failed to stiffen my shaft. The disappointment was plain to see on her face as she flipped my limp tool back over my thighs. So I ruffled her hair in my hand and said gently: 'Cassie, all I need is a little rest and I'll be sporting a terrific boner, you just wait and see.' 'I hope you're right or you'll have to fish out my Ladies Comforter which Fanny gave me for my sixteenth birthday,' said Cassie in a relieved voice. 'She gave you a Comforter as a present on your sixteenth birthday,' I spluttered. 'Do you mean to say that this is the sort of gift that girls give each other as opposed to perfume or small articles of clothing?' Cassie gave a short laugh and said: 'Does this shock you, Henry? Clearly, it has never struck you that girls as well as boys have sexual desires. You are fortunate that you can bring yourselves off very easily, but like many of my friends, I find that frigging myself with a dildo is more satisfying than finger-fucking.
When one also thinks of the number of married women who cannot count upon regular conjugal relations with their husbands-such as Army and Navy wives who are separated from their menfolk for months on end.
Anyhow, I would still rather be fucked by a real cock than by a comforter tonight.' There was a brief silence and then Cassie lifted her head and said: Ah, I think I have the answer. Henry, how would you like to watch Fanny being fucked by Charlie? Would that give you a hard-on?' 'Well, such an entertainment should certainly be most stimulating,' I answered. 'But surely they won't want to make love in front of us.' 'What the mind doesn't know, the heart won't grieve over,' declared Cassie. 'Go into your room and slip on a dressing gown and a pair of slippers and I'll show you what I have in mind. All should be well so long as Fanny has gone to Charles's room and not vice versa.' Well, no one has ever accused me of being slow in coming forward if there is anything on offer connected with my favourite activity and I hurried into my room to do as Cassie had asked. When I returned she took my hand and after telling me to keep very quiet, she opened the door of her room. After making sure that the coast was clear, we tip-toed out across the landing, turned left along the corridor and I followed Cassie into a small room on the other side of the house. Once safely inside, she said quietly: 'I'm afraid that the Morley family have one or two skeletons in the closet besides those you know about already. To be blunt, my paternal great-grandfather Sir Beresford Morley was; a voyeur who loved nothing better than to see his spouse being serviced by the lusty grooms employed in the stables. To do this, he had two sets of peep-holes made in the wall so that he could watch unseen whilst his young servants pleasured his wife. Mind, in all fairness to the old rogue, he first obtained his wife's permission to bring in a carpenter to carry out the work.' 'A most interesting tale, Cassie, and I recall reading somewhere that this strange aberration is more prevalent than one might think,' I remarked. Whilst I pontificated, Cassie had brought up two chairs which she placed side by side against the wall. 'Sir Beresford clearly liked to watch in comfort,' I observed as I followed her instruction to sit down.
Then she pointed out a tiny handle, about the size of a farthing, which she motioned to me that I should pull to one side. I obeyed and a small piece of the wall slid away into a groove, leaving a space large enough to peer through into the next room. I placed my eyes to the wall and sure enough I had a grandstand view of Charles and Fanny lying together in the big double bed. The beside lamps were still lit and I speculated that the pair were resting after a vigorous bout of rumpy-pumpy. As luck would have it, less than a minute after Cassie and I took our seats for the show, so to speak, Charles stirred and threw back the bedclothes as he swung his feet over the edge of the bed and murmured that he was just going to the bathroom and would be back shortly. 'Jolly good,' said Fanny as she sat up and stretched out her arms. She did not immediately replace the covers and I drank in her celestial beauty as she brushed strands of silky blonde hair from her face. I licked my lips whilst I stared at Fanny's superb young breasts and her high-tipped erect nipples jiggled up and down as she slid her legs out of the bed. I was now able to admire her shapely thighs and the thatch of dainty golden curls which frothed around her pussey. And as expected, my cock began to thicken at the sight of the shell-like lips of Fanny's cunney pouting out so prettily from the hirsute blonde bush. The spell was broken by Charles opening the door of the bathroom and walking briskly back to the bed.
'Ah, that's better,' he grinned as he sat himself down next to Fanny on her right hand side, slipping his arm around her waist. 'It's no wonder that I needed a pee, I polished off almost a complete bottle of champagne by myself during dinner. But why have you got out of bed, my darling? Do you also wish to visit the bathroom?' 'No, I was just feeling rather warm,' she answered as Charles kissed her large tawny titties. 'Ooooh, be careful, Charlie, you know how I adore having my nipples kissed. Don't start something that you won't be able to finish.' 'There's no danger of that,' he growled, moving her hand down towards his stiffening shaft. Their faces moved closer together and then their lips meshed whilst Charles cupped her bosoms in his hand and Fanny slicked her hand up and down his swelling shaft.