like a fishwife. Lily couldn't help smiling. If Henry died doing what
he loved best of all, well that wasn't so terribly sad. She put out her
tongue and traced a love heart on Sophie's jiggling cleavage. There
was something addictive about the voluptuous blonde.
"Mm, you do have such a clever little tongue, Lily dear. I feel so
much better since last night."
"So do I!"
They laughed together then climbed onto the high bed with its
mound of tangled golden counterpane.
"Play with my tits again, darling," murmured Sophie, closing her
eyes and lying against a pile of satin cushions in an attitude of
surrender. Lily smiled and straddled her hips, slowly unfastening the
bodice of her captive's gown. Sophie's huge breasts spilled out
wantonly, as if glad to be released from the strictures of the dress, and
she dipped her mouth to worship them, kissing and licking the
wonderful mounds of flesh. Soon Sophie would come at the mere
thought of Lily sucking greedily on her nipples...
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Now there's a man who knows what to do with his ramrod!
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Lily stood in the tiny dressing room that adjoined Sophie's
bedroom, watching through the slightly open door. Sir Charles Dunn-
Keith could fuck like a satyr. Lily watched as his broad strong-
looking buttocks thrust hard and fast on the four poster bed. Sophie
was squealing and moaning and Lily recognized her cries as perfectly
genuine. They had fucked three times already and were going for a
fourth, each time in a different position. The first with "Charlie" on
top, the second with Sophie in the superior position, her huge breasts
flopping heavily as she bounced on his long thick shaft, and the third
with Sophie's legs pinned over her head which made her shriek like an
express train entering a tunnel. Now he was rodgering her senseless
from behind and, though a strong girl, she was being pushed up
against the headboard of the bed, squashed into the mound of golden
cushions with the piston-like thrusting of his hips. Lily's pussy was
slick with arousal.
Mm, leave some for me, Charlie! I could do with some of that.
Sophie had insisted that Lily watch, certain that Lord Dunn-Keith
would enjoy a menage a trois. "You watch and see what he likes. He
fucks like the Coldstream Guards, Lily, all of them rolled into one.
Wears me out, it does!"
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of pounding and
groaning, Charlie Dunn-Keith came for the fourth time and lay back
on the cushions beside his slightly dazed-looking mistress.
"Your cunny was as juicy as a ripe pear tonight, my dear. Been
playing with yourself all day?"
Sophie laughed.
"Actually, my love, I have a new little friend. I think you'll like
her."
Lily watched and listened intently, almost holding her breath to
hear what Sir Dunn-Keith's response was.
"So long as it's a girly friend and not the post boy."
Sophie stroked Charlie's tousled auburn hair.
"Of course! You know I'm always a good girl for my Charlie."
Charlie's response was muffled as he bent forward to bite Sophie's
nipples and she shrieked in mock terror.
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"Ow! Charlie! No! Come out Lily and say hello!"
Lily pushed open the dressing room door and Sir Dunn-Keith's
head appeared above the tangled mound of bedcovers.
"Well, well, well! Where did you find this pretty miss? The Snake
Pit, presumably?"
Sophie nodded and gestured for Lily to join them. Lily began to
feel very excited.
"Well, take off that robe and let's see what God gave you."
"Yes, sir."
Lily slipped out of her peignoir and stood in her corset and
stockings. Almost without realizing what she was doing, she pushed
out her breasts, knowing that, though quite full, they were nothing
compared to Sophie's. Sophie put her arms about Charlie's broad
shoulders.
"This is Lily, darling, Freddie's newest girl. The things she can do
"Indeed? Come here, Lily. I don't bite. Not too hard, anyway."
Lily climbed up onto the vast bed and was immediately aware of
the strong scent of thrilling animal sex. Charlie ran his large hands
over her body, appraising her breasts and bottom as if buying a horse.
"Very nice."
Lily gasped as thick fingers entered her pussy.
"Very nice indeed."
Charlie pushed his moist fingers into Sophie's mouth and she
sucked hungrily.
"Wicked little cunny licker. I should give you a damned good
hiding before I fuck this girl. What do you say, Lily? Should I put
Miss Sophie across my knees and tan her arse?"
Lily glanced at Sophie who pretended to look worried.
"You must do what you think is best, sir, but I wouldn't want my
friend to have a very sore bottom."
Sir Dunn-Keith laughed, throwing back his head in amusement.
Lily looked at his strong torso with its thick mass of reddish chest hair
and the well-defined muscles of his upper arms. He was an extremely
powerful man. Already she felt quite dizzy, in such a potent
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masculine presence. She looked down at his cock and was amazed to
see it already standing upright. It was one of the biggest she had ever
seen and her eyes widened despite herself. Sophie giggled.
"Oh yes, you know you've been fucked when Charlie has his way
with you!"
"Over my knees, Miss Cunny Licker!" Charlie roared in mock fury
and, sitting with his legs straightened, he wrestled Sophie over his lap,
she making a valiant attempt at fighting him off but failing hopelessly.
Her large white bottom lay across his thighs and he placed the palm of
one hand over her buttocks making her clench them tightly.
"Oh no, Charlie! Oh please don't spank me!"
Sophie's cries were not quite genuine and Lily watched as the
blonde ground her broad hips against her lover's furry crotch. Charlie
raised his hand and brought it down with a very sharp smack.
"Cunny licking whore!"
"'Ow!"
"Thrashing-deserving vixen!"
"Ooh, Charlie!"
Lily watched Sophie's bottom turn from creamy white through pink
to scarlet. All the time he spanked her, Sir Dunn-Keith admonished
his wriggling mistress in strong language and she kicked up her heels
and sobbed plaintively, generally making a most theatrical fuss. Lily's
pussy was as wet as the Thames and she couldn't wait for a session
across Charlie's very masculine lap. Quietly, she knelt at the foot of
the bed, reveling in the sight of Sophie's broad buttocks quivering and
jiggling like two great red gelatin puddings. At last, with a final roar
of "Sophie Sapphic slut!" Charlie rolled his contrite mistress to one
side and looked at Lily. His cock stood erect, a full ten inches with a
very broad girth. His balls were enormous and heavy looking, making
Lily think of a prize bull. She realized that even she, who had seen
many a male appendage, was staring
at it with amazement and slight
concern. Charlie smirked.
"Hah! A fearsome weapon, eh, Miss Lily-the-less-than-pure? The
'General' here will bring a tear to your eye. Turn around and show me
your arse cheeks, girl."
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Fervently hoping Sir Dunn-Keith didn't have anal entry in mind,
Lily did as she was told, crouching on all fours and pushing her
bottom towards him. Again, the strong warm hands squeezed her
buttocks and she moaned softly, unbearably aroused by the potent
musk of Charlie's body. He was like a Bengal tiger, huge, immensely
powerful and predatory.
"Spread your thighs, you little tittie-licker!"
Meekly, Lily obeyed. Her whole body was tuned to a high pitch,
like a musical instrument, simply waiting for him to play her. The
huge knob of his cock pressed against her vulva and she cried out in
pleasure. The knob pulled back and a voice whispered in her ear.
"Want the General's attentions, do we? Then we must perform,
must we not?"
"Yes, sir."
Lily's heart sank and she suddenly felt almost desperately
frustrated. She longed to be speared by Sir Dunn-Keith's monstrous
ramrod.
"Show me how you play with my Sophie's tits."
Sophie giggled and Lily crawled over to where the blonde lay
sprawled on the golden cushions. She smelled strongly of a heady
blend of scent, sex and perspiration and her face glowed with her
recent exertions. Lily straddled Sophie's thighs and leaned forward to
kiss and lick her rigid nipples. Sir Dunn-Keith's semen oozed in
creamy musk-scented rivulets from the blonde's swollen cunt and Lily
hoped she was being careful. Charlie already had twelve children.
"What a pair of cunny-lapping harlots. You ought to be tied up and
whipped!"
Lily was vaguely aware of Charlie behind her as she happily
slipped into the magnetic sensuality of Sophie's welcoming breasts.
They were each as big as her head and she nuzzled them like a nursing
babe, covering each one with a glistening trail of saliva as she sucked
and licked, caressing them with her tongue until Sophie cried out in
ecstasy.
"Raise your arse again, girl."
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Lily lowered her body over Sophie's and thrust her hips towards
Charlie. The huge head of his cock returned to rest between her
slippery labia and she moaned into Sophie's soft white throat.
"Kiss, you sluts!"
Lily's willing lips found Sophie's gasping mouth and they kissed
long and hard. Then Lily shrieked as Charlie's enormous cock entered
her.
"Like losing your virginity all over again, eh?"
"Cunny licker! Take this and you'll never return to cunny again!"
Again and again Lily screamed as Charlie's vast shaft pounded into
her. Sophie's breasts formed a wildly jiggling cushion beneath her as
she was pushed forwards by the intense rapid thrusts. Lily had never
known such a powerful lover – he truly fucked like a steam
locomotive. It was a strange mix of pleasure and pain and she almost
believed that his member might pop out of her mouth at any moment,
such was its length and the depth to which he managed to insert it,
seeming to thrust all the way into her womb. Tears of discomfort
filled her eyes and she tried hard to open herself to him but he filled
every last inch of her body in much the way she imagined a baby's
head might on its journey into the world. She could feel the slippery
flesh of her pussy lips stretched about his fearsome rod in a tight seal
and that in itself aroused her, really did make her feel like a virgin
again.
"Like squatting over a barber's pole, eh, Miss Lily?"
Charlie barely seemed to be breathing heavily as he pounded on
and Lily feared that Sophie was being crushed beneath the weight of
them both. The blonde's eyes were tightly closed and her full lips
were parted.
"I'll teach you to respect the General!"
Images of the charge of the Light Brigade flitted through Lily's
mind as she was unceremoniously pushed up against the headboard by
Charlie's feral thrusts. Somehow Sophie's tongue found the swollen
bud above her filled-to-bursting pussy and she whimpered. Bang,
bang, bang went the heavy mahogany headboard against the bedroom
wall, threatening to dislodge some plaster. Lily fucked Sophie's face,
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past caring whether her friend could breathe or not. Charlie was
going faster and faster, more rapid and powerful than any man Lily
had ever known. Her insides were on fire. When was he going to
come? It seemed to be taking an eternity. She wanted to beg him to
stop yet her pleasure was growing. Sophie gasped and spluttered
beneath her squirming, thrusting crotch. It felt as if Charlie's cock
was inside her arse as well as her cunt such was the pressure. The
man was hung like a horse.
"Had enough yet, have we?"
Lily gritted her teeth. Her face and breasts were painfully pressed
against the headboard but she would not give in. Charlie was
beginning to breathe a little heavily. Surely the end was nigh. Divine
sensations coursed through her body.
This feels more like giving birth!
Thud, thud, thud went the headboard against the wall and a small
framed print fell to the floor with a sharp crack of broken glass. Lily
opened herself to Charlie's cock. It filled every smooth fleshy inch of
her pussy, stretching her wide. Determined, she began to fuck him
back and though it seemed that he really would fatally pierce her body
with his monstrous tool she kept going, frantically rubbing her clit
against Sophie's juice-smothered face. The sensations were growing
stronger and stronger. If anything, Charlie thrust harder and faster. It
could not be. No man could fuck like an express train. Lily's head
knocked rhythmically against the headboard as it thumped on like the
percussion in a band.
Jesus Christ! I'm going to be fucked to death!
"Cunny-licking whorelet..."
At last, Sir Dunn-Keith's voice sounded less booming, his breaths
came faster. Lily realized that tears were coursing down her cheeks.
Sophie's tongue found her clit again and she fucked the blonde's face
and Charlie's cock as if they were one, screaming in pain and pleasure
as she came. Three short sharp thrusts later, Charlie groaned and shot
a copious stream of semen deep inside her aching cunt.
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CHAPTER XIV
THE HOUSE ON VERULAM STREET
Lily's days and nights became a familiar giddy whirl of sating
men's carnal hunger and indulging herself with the pretty clothes and
heavy sweet scent that Sophie was determined to bestow upon her.
She became a regular presence in the voluptuous blonde's boudoir on
those nights that Charlie Dunn-Keith paid a call, and adjusted
surprisingly swiftly to the man's enormous cock. Indeed, the two girls
giggled, it was hard to discern a normal man's member within one's
cunny, once the painful pleasures of Charlie's stallion ramrod had
been tast
ed. Sophie treated Lily like a dear sister and tender lover
rolled into one, and she suddenly felt exceptionally happy and more
carefree than she had ever been in her short, often difficult life.
Freddie Bathurst continued to pay her handsomely for the Sapphic
tableau she and Sophie portrayed with the effortless ease borne of
intense enthusiasm, and Lily realized, with a start, that two weeks had
passed with little time to think about Lawrence and Rosina. It was
Christmas Eve.
"Christmas is a boring time, with Charlie off to the country house
with the wife and brats." Sophie was grumbling, though the pile of
lavishly wrapped gifts beneath the little spruce tree in the drawing
room suggested her Christmas morning would be far from meager.
Lily noticed that one or two of the trinkets on the festive tree looked
suspiciously like real gold. They sat by the fire, half-dressed, sipping
mulled wine, and musing about the dying year and the new one to
come.
"Loosen my stays, darling. Ah, that's better. No point being all
tightly laced when there's no man to see, is there? I wonder how
much longer Charlie will dally with me."
Lily stroked Sophie's hand. "Oh, I think your charms will keep him
amused for some time. Are you worried?"
Sophie shook her head and several wavy tendrils of golden hair
gracefully descended to her plump white shoulders.
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"No, I've been saving. Whatever happens, I'll be all right. I'll miss
Charlie when he gets bored of me, though. Gawd, what will we do for
cock, Lily? I know, we'll find the biggest sausage pudding we can
and you can ram one end in your cunny and I'll stuff the other end in
mine and we'll have a right good go of it!"
The two girls dissolved into hysterical laughter, tears running down
their fire-warmed faces. Lily smiled. "You know, my love, that's a
very good idea for our little act, is it not?"
Sophie gasped in mock horror. "Freddie's going to get arrested.
The Metropolitan police will come for us all, Lily. They'll lock us up
and throw away the key."
"Oh dear! I'll bet your tits'd get us out of jail quick as you can say
'how's your father?'"
They giggled some more, then took the remainder of the mulled