'Is this fair to Johnny Lynch or to Miss Terry?' 'Ah, Jenny, if you do give me a kiss, what will Lieutenant Lynch lose?' he whispered, inserting his hand between the folds of my robe and letting it rove up to caress my breasts. 'After all, a slice from a cut loaf is never missed as Ellen herself often tells me, for she does not live the life of a nun when we are working in different cities.' I could not help but giggle as our lips met and we eased ourselves down onto the rich pink Persian carpet which was almost as comfortable as a mattress. Slipping off his jacket, I began to unbutton his trousers.
Turning them down, my eager hands wandered under his shirt, feeling the firmness of the rounded contours of his buttocks whilst I did not fail to see his linen stand out in front. I lifted up the shirt to reveal a truly massive truncheon that stood up magnificently from the morass of dark hair around his pubic area. This was a truly prizewinning sapling at least three inches longer than Johnny's and far thicker than that of Doctor Tong's. I put out my hand to grasp this monster tool when I suddenly realised there was something else different about it. As I pulled my hand up and down the hot, smooth-skinned shaft, I realised that the fiery purple helmet was totally uncovered, yet there was no foreskin to pull back. My surprise must have registered on my face as David murmured: 'Dearest love, I hope my prick does not disturb you.' 'Oh, no,' I said reassuringly. 'I have seen several circumcised cocks in my time. They are quite pleasing to the eye and even more pleasant to the taste as there are no smelly parts with which to be concerned. Several high-ranking gentlemen have had their foreskins removed for one reason or another whilst, of course, Sir Moses Abrahams had his whisked off in early infancy.' 'Ah, yes, the Jews perform the operation eight days after birth. And in my case, the cut was made when I was but two and a half when I was diagnosed as suffering from a tight foreskin which caused me problems whilst relieving myself. The only bother since then is assuring ignorant girls that my skinless shaft is still in perfect working order! We kissed again and I shed the cotton robe to lay naked in his arms. He, too, removed the rest of his clothing to be as nude as I as our bodies threshed wildly away on the carpet. Now he laid me down and opened my legs to expose my already dampening pussey. His head shot between my legs and I clamped my thighs around it as his mouth glued itself to my cunt. His trembling fingers parted my cunney lips and he licked my juicy crack from bottom to top. I writhed with ecstasy as his fingers now penetrated my soaking quim and he sucked the engorged clitty between his full lips.
He mashed it hard as his fingers darted in and out to be followed by the most lascivious licking and lapping of his clever tongue. I soon felt my cunt spasm and I scrunched my thighs tightly against his head as he tasted my oozing juices, lapping up my spend, savouring its salty taste. It was my pleasure to repay the compliment so I settled David Haines nicely on his back which let his cock stick up like a flagpole. I knelt down beside him and thoroughly wet his smooth mushroomed-shaped dome with my tongue. Then opening my mouth as wide as possible, I slipped the huge knob inside. His taste was quite delicious and I closed my lips around it as firmly as I could and worked on the bulbous knob with my tongue, easing my lips forward to take in as much of his enormous staff as I could. I circled the base of this gigantic cock with my hand and sucked lustily until it almost touched the back of my throat. David was now really excited and his hips lifted off the carpet as my licking and sucking increased in tempo. I cupped his hairy bollocks, feeling them harden as the sperm boiled up to shoot up his shaft. His rigid staff jerked convulsively and then, whoosh! A veritable jet of juicy spunk hit the back of my throat and, as even the most dexterous fellatrix will tell you, when a big-cocked boy spends in your mouth, it is hard to swallow with your mouth full of gushing love juice. But practice makes perfect and I swallowed the wonderful flood of tangy spunk until the fountain eased to a dribble. Now the important question was whether I was to be disappointed a second time after the failure of Johnny Lynch to stay erect when my sucking had emptied his balls. Gladly, I can report that after a few rubs up and down his thick shaft, my handsome young actor was ready to tread the boards again! I coaxed his rock-hard stiffness into my dripping pussey and he gently eased his great cock between the soft folds of my cunney. At first we lay motionless, billing and cooing with our lips until I began a slight motion with my buttocks to which he was not slow to respond. He slowly started to pump his rod in and out of my squelchy pussey, and it took only seven or eight strokes before I was twisting away like crazy, clawing his back with my fingernails, as he raised the tempo of his thrusts. What ecstasy I enjoyed as his smooth circumcised cock worked in and out of my welcoming pussey! How it seemed to swell inside the luscious sheath which received it so lovingly! How expertly he fucked me, pushing his massive weapon in time to my own thrusts upward so that in no time at all I screamed with joy as I spent copiously, coating his cock with my juices. This brought dear David onwards to his zenith and now, frantically, we pushed towards each other and our lips fastened together as I felt his entire frame shiver with expectancy as a streaming, molten flood washed the walls of my cunt and my pussey exploded into yet another delightful orgasm. Our mouths came together in a more leisurely kiss as we rested our warm bodies tenderly together. Alas, I had spent so liberally that there were two large damp patches on Johnny's expensive Persian carpet. 'Oh my goodness, David, I do feel somewhat guilty about what I've just done.
Not only have I fucked another man in my boyfriend's apartment, but I have stained his precious carpet with my spendings!' I said.
'Don't worry about it, I have the solution at hand,' cried David, scrambling to his feet and putting on his trousers. 'I will be back in a moment.' He ran lightly to the front door and out into the hallway and I heard him open the door of Miss Terry's apartment. He returned a few moments later carrying a small bottle of silvery liquid and a soft cloth. 'This is Professor Kenneth Watkins' famous stain remover, Jennifer. We use it all the time in the theatre for, as you may well imagine, our costumes are often dirtied with make-up, powder and goodness knows what else. 'Look, I'm dabbing some on to a clean soft cloth and the offending marks will simply vanish within a few minutes,' he added. 'What a useful product for all households,' I said, pleased indeed that the evidence of fucking would be irrevocably erased. 'Yes, it's hats off to Professor Watkins, who I understand has made a mint of money from his cleaning fluid. He also claims it has a valuable secondary use as a fertiliser for growing marrows! Actually, that reminds me of a rhyme Mr. Lear is supposed to have composed, though I am sure that Dr Lezaine of Brussels is the true author: 'There was a young lady from Harrow, Who complained that her crack was too narrow, For times without number She would use a cucumber, But could never accomplish a marrow.' We laughed gaily and David slipped off his trousers to reveal that his prick was already swelling up again, despite our previous exertions. I took hold of it and, leading him by the shaft, sat him down on the Chesterfield. I lifted myself across him and eased his now hard cock into my cunney. I bounced merrily up and down on his amazingly powerful joystick and he looked on happily as he saw his staff slipping in and out of me, watching my juices running onto his belly. As I rocked to and fro, lifting myself up and down onto his mighty rod, we worked ourselves into a frenzy. We spent together in perfect accord though, this time, David withdrew a now shrunken cock after drenching my cunney with his copious emission of love juice. What a fabulous man! What a delightful prick! We lay naked on the floor, absolutely exhausted from this additional bout of fucking. David was actually asleep and my eyes were half closed when I wriggled into a more comfortable position, only to make out the outlines of a figure above me. I opened my eyes fully and brought my hand to my mouth as I gasped with embarrassment. For above me stood a pretty girl of some twenty years of age, looking down on us with a mixture of surprise and amusement. I pushed my palms on the floor to lever myself up, but this attractive young redheaded miss said: 'Oh no, please don't get up. You both look most fatigued. Allow me to refresh you with some champagne from the icebox.' I nudged David awake and at first he, too, wondered what on earth we could say to this delightful creature who appeared to be anything but nonplussed at finding a naked couple on the floor of her apartment. Wait a moment, I thought to myself, these rooms belong to Johnny Lynch, so how on earth did she get in? Who had given her the key? She must have been reading my mind, for as she came back with glasses of champagne she said: 'I feel I should introduce myself. My name is Eliza Doolittle and I am a close friend of Lieutenant Lynch. Whenever he has spare time from his military manoeuvres, he calls me and I come down to Albermarle Street from my family's house in St John's Wood for a good fucking.' 'You and me both, Eliza,' I said, attempting to disguise a little pang of bitterness. 'My name is Jennifer Everleigh.