Anonymous - The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 1

Now, still in her nightdress, Sally briefly reappeared on the side of the stage before descending the steps and padding across to the Prince of Wales. Kneeling beside his chair, she deftly unbuttoned his trousers, freeing the majestic regal cock to leap stiffly into the air. The blonde girl boldly took his pulsing shaft into her hands and said: 'Your Majesty, I have an idea that you would like to fuck Marcia's pretty little auburn-haired cunt-but Lord Laversham promised me first refusal of your fine-looking royal rod. So with your permission…' And so saying she took the huge, domed helmet of the Prince's prick into her mouth, sucking greedily upon his twitching todger whilst reaching down to delicately finger his balls. Sally nibbled daintily on his purple knob and the Prince gave a throaty chuckle of delight. Sir Ronald Dunn called out in a fruity voice: 'Now then, my dear, don't forget that every mouthful should be well chewed before it is swallowed!' The Prince trembled under the vibrations of Sally's giggles as her lips closed firmly over his cock and this time she pursued an insistent passage right down to the very root of his shaft. With his eyes closed and a blissful expression upon his face, the Prince pressed her head down as he sat back and revelled in the exquisite sensations. Sally sucked vigorously on the fleshy royal pole, lashing her tongue along its quivering length until he could no longer delay his spend and with a hoarse gasp, flooded her mouth with a copious emission of sticky spunk. Swallowing and sucking with adeptness, Sally quickly drained his balls and then, licking the last few drops of jism from his knob, she placed his happy but now wilting cock in the palm of her hand and gave it a swift series of farewell butterfly kisses before tucking it away inside his trousers. She lifted her head and said: 'Well, I'm still waiting for Harry to appear, but won't one of you gentlemen fuck poor Marcia. Look at how her bum is wriggling, she is waiting for one of you to take her doggie-style.' Prince Konrad Kochanski stood up and murmured: 'Noblesse oblige, although I will gladly step aside if anyone else is most desperate to fuck this charming girl.' The famous musician shucked off his dressing gown and, stark naked, he climbed up on to the stage, his enormous thick cock bobbing up and down in front of him. Then he jumped up on the bed and nudging her knees apart, positioned his enormous truncheon between Marcia's bum cheeks.

'Are you ready?' he asked. Marcia turned a flushed face towards him and gave him a beaming smile of assent. Then he guided his gleaming knob slowly into the cleft between her buttocks and straight into the warm wet folds of her quim. They began to mate in a brisk, regular rhythm. He bent forward and his hairy chest brushed against Marcia's back as she went back to licking out Penny's pussey.

'Ahhhh! Ahhh! fuck me, you randy rascal!' she gasped as Konrad Kochanski reached under her to cup her plump breasts, holding them in thrall as he continued to pump in and out of her juicy cunney. Her bottom slapped enticingly against his flat, muscled belly as she fitted easily into the rhythm and I for one relished the sight of his pulsating, veined chopper see swaying and out of her willing cunt.

Now Marcia reached behind her to caress his big ball-sack as she rocked to and fro, but it was Penny climaxed first. Marcia licked and lapped up her tangy love juice. Then Konrad Kockanski's torso went rigid and he croaked out, 'Marcia, I'm going to spunk!' Marcia yelped with glee as she spent simultaneously with him, drenching his noble tool with her love juices. He gave one final drawn-out thrust and then sank down on to the girls, who giggled uncontrollably as he tickled their pussies with his hands and they all rolled around on the big, wide bed. Sally reappeared on stage with Konrad Kochanski's dressing gown which she threw at him as she shooed the lewd threesome off the bed. 'I'm expecting Harry Elton at any minute,' she explained as the Polish Prince slipped on his robe and with a naked girl on each arm, descended the steps back to his seat. However, Sir Ronald Dunn pinched Marcia's bottom as she walked by and, letting go the Prince's arm, she sat herself down firmly upon his lap. 'You naughty man,' she protested, although I could see a wicked smile upon her face as she went on: 'How would you like it if I pinched your cock?' 'I don't think I would mind all that much,' said the lascivious baronet, sliding one hand across her young, rosy-nippled breasts whilst, with the other, he dexterously unbuttoned his trousers and brought out his sizeable circumcised shaft for her inspection.

'M'm, that cock looks too nice to pinch,' remarked Marcia as she slid her hand up and down his throbbing tool. 'Thank you, my dear, and I'm sure you can do something hitter than pinching it, can't you?' chuckled Sir Ronald as she gave his stiffie an encouraging rub, fisting both hands up and down his rock-hard tool. Marcia winked at him and then her silky, red hair billowed over his thighs as she buried her head in his groin and lapped all around his mushroom helmet. Then she took her mouth away from his twitching todger and said with commendable directness: 'I don't mind sucking you off afterwards but first, how about a good old-fashioned fuck?' 'By all means,' he replied instantly. 'If you will just get off my lap for a moment, I'll get undressed.' As Sir Ronald struggled to tear off his clothes, Marcia teased him, sliding her hand across her auburn thatch of pussey hair, rubbing her thumb in a series of tapping movements against her erect clitty which had already popped out of its shell and was peeking through her cunney lips. As soon as the lusty Sir Ronald was naked, Marcia pulled him down by his quivering cock on to the thick carpet and she held on tightly to his prick as they kissed and his hands moved over her thrilling, soft body with practiced ease. He moved his lips from Marcia's pretty mouth to her luscious tawny-tipped breasts and licked first one and then the other until both were deliciously erect. At this point, I heard a gentle sigh coming from my right and glanced over to see that Penny was kneeling between Uncle Robert and Lord Laversham, her left hand clasped around my uncle's palpitating stiffstander and the fingers of her right hand clutched around Lord Laversham's substantial boner. She bent her head downwards, first to the left and then to the right to give each cock a slurping wet kiss. Then my attention turned back to Marcia and Sir Ronald. He was now licking the soft, white skin of her belly and then onwards down into her glossy, auburn bush.

Inexorably, his tongue passed down the length of her cunney lips and she moaned with delight as the handsome baronet feasted upon her tasty pussey, licking every inch of her cunney lips before sucking them into his mouth and sliding his tongue inside her cunt. 'Oooh! Sir Ronald, you wicked man,' she squealed happily, her bottom wriggling from side to side as he probed her pussey with his tongue. 'Now stick that gorgeous big cock inside my honeypot – hard and fast, that's how I like to be fucked!' 'Who am I to argue?' he murmured and pulled himself on top of her as Marcia placed his knob directly in front of her pouting pussey lips. He slid home easily and started to thrust in and out of her sopping quim with a firm, pistoning grace and their bodies slapped together as she met each of his plunges with one of her own. Sir Ronald started to pump faster and I could not only see but hear the highly erotic, squelchy sounds of their lovemaking as his shaft slid in and out of her juicy love tunnel. I was reminded that I was not the sole spectator of this grand fuck, for the Prince of Wales had quietly moved across to stand next to me and he whispered 'Go to it, Ronnie! Rattle your balls against her bum, old boy! By gad, what a superb couple they make I only wish it were my prick slewing in and out of that squishy, young pussey!' Marcia now shifted her thighs as Sir Ronald Dunn drove on like a man possessed, fucking her at such an intense speed that I could not see how he could hold back his spend for more than a few seconds. 'More! More! More!' the girl panted wildly. The fierce momentum must have made her pussey flood with love juice for it trickled down her thighs. She brought her legs up to the small of Sir Ronald's back,. humping the lower half of her body upwards to meet the violent strokes of his raging rammer as he bore down on her one final time. His lean, muscled frame was now glistening with perspiration. His body tensed and with a low growl, he spent into her cunt. Marcia swiftly squeezed her thighs together, forcing out every last drain of cum from his spurting length, not releasing him until she had finished milking his cock completely dry.