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Chapter 11

Silke brought the breakfast tray down on Sunday morning.

"Sorry we didn't get around to saying goodnight to you. You may have noticed we were a trifle exhausted."

"I can believe that."

"Tut, tut. Egg stains on your robe," said Silke, pointing to the dark dried patches on the front of his kimono wrap-around.

"Last night was enough to make Tutankhamen come all over his bandages," replied John.

"Thought you'd enjoy our little celebration of the end of term."

"Not as much as you were evidently getting off on it."

Since sat the tray down on the bedside table with a laugh. John reached across for the orange juice and drained it in one go.

"Thirsty!"

"You're damned right I'm thirsty. Seeing those two young fellows mounting you both gives one a powerful thirst."

He didn't appear to be planning any sudden moves so Silke sat down on the edge of the bed.

"It was pretty exciting, I have to admit," conceded Silke. John sipped at his coffee. His robe had slipped partly open at the front as Silke lightly placed her hand on the lower part of his leg.

"Which was the bit that really made you start rubbing yourself?" she teased. "Was it when I peeled off Bill's pants and took his big dong in my mouth? Or was it the sight of Anne getting the ass fucked off her? You know, I really got excited myself watching Anne and Greg sucking each other. Of course, I gave Bill a pretty good screwing myself."

John grinned and said nothing.

"Have you ever seen anyone swallow as much cock as Anne can? I thought Greg was going to come in her mouth at one stage. And Bill was getting pretty worked up just watching his girlfriend go down on another guy."

She pushed her hand further up his leg. John lay back feeling himself harden. Just the way she was talking was arousing him.

"What was it, John? Did you see the way Bill's eyes bulged at the sight of Anne's panties? They weren't wasted on Greg either. I must confess I got a little tingle watching him licking Anne's cunt. It's a great feeling to know you're all friends and take pleasure out of pleasing one another."

Silke stroked the inside of his thigh and John moved slightly so that the front of his robe parted even more. There was a great bulge where his cock reared up beneath the shiny red material.

"What's this we have here?" Silke asked as she plucked the robe back to reveal John's engorged prick. It strained so rigidly now that it almost lay flat back on his stomach. Silke gave a little gasp of pleasure at her discovery: if anything, John was half an inch longer than Greg and just as broad around. It really was a magnificent cock, she thought, as she played with the heavy pink sac that hung down in the crack between his legs. She brought up her other hand and began to explore his prodigious tool.

Silke traced her fingertips over the undersurface; a vein pulsed in reaction. She slipped her fingers in a ring round the curved rim of his knob, while with the other hand she grasped him at the root and massaged the smooth satiny shaft. Silke turned and knelt beside the bed, never ceasing the steady milking rhythm. John wriggled once and brought himself close to the edge of the bed, lying on his side. Silke smiled up at him and leaned toward the purple flaming head. She stretched her jaws wide and stuffed him in her mouth.

"Not again," murmured John. "Not again. I couldn't stand it if you're only going to tease me like Anne did."

Silke grunted a denial as she gobbled another two inches of him into the very back of her mouth. Without releasing him, she fumbled in the pocket of her bathrobe to produce a small golden key. John took it from her fingers without a word. He lay on his back and reached up to his neck to undo the collar. Silke knelt with her head sideways, her ear against his stomach, as she applied the warm suction to his rigid cock.

John moaned quietly at her lascivious attentions.

Her left hand worked up and down the shaft, while the right hand played with his balls, sometimes straying further to explore that other hole, all this as she continued to fuck him with her mouth.

"So I've caught you," Anne shouted at them from the doorway. "How dare you! What has he done to earn such pleasure?"

Anne was standing in the open door. Both Silke and John turned to look at her. She had on a pair of wet-look, black knee-length boots, and a shiny jacket to match. It was half unzipped to show she wore nothing beneath. Wrapped around her slim middle was a dark blue leather miniskirt. It was more mini than skirt, hitched on with a heavily studded matching belt. In her hand she dangled an old-fashioned fly whisk.

John didn't recognize the skirt which Silke had worn to a couple of classes earlier that term. He didn't know what to think. There was an aching throb in-his cock, now that Silke had released her warm, moist grip. Anne advanced into the room.

"You just stay there kneeling over the bed," she said menacingly to her friend. "I'll teach you to disobey orders."

She brought the fly whisk down with a crack across Silke's upraised bum. A pink glow appeared. Silke squealed. She squealed again as once more Anne wielded the improvised paddle. Thwack! The third time was even harder, and Silke's softly rounded cheeks flushed red.

"Here," said Anne, picking up a hairbrush from the dressing table and throwing it to John. "You know how wicked she's been… you punish her."

John, delighted with this new turn of events, willingly entered into the game. He put his arm round Since and pulled her across him; with her glowing ass in the air, she was straddled across his knees.

"Anne is right," he said. "You have been a naughty girl."

He brought the flat of the hairbrush down, with a smack. Again, smack. Each stroke left a dark oval patch on the once creamy skin.

"Stop it, stop it," she shrilled in a mixture of pain and sexual arousement.

"Crying out will only make it worse for you," he said threateningly as he gave her an extra hard spank. Anne stood over them both and ran the tip of the whisk handle down Silke's crack.

"Why, you little devil," said Anne. "You're just dribbling with juices."

"Ouch," cried Silke as John paddled her again.

"Stop that now," Anne ordered. "Silke, stand up. I do believe that John is enjoying himself."

John had hardly realized that with each new coral suffusion, his prick had been getting harder and harder.

"Just look at that!" whispered Anne, unable to suppress her tone of husky surprise. "Why, he really did like disciplining you. Look at the massive hard-on he's got."

"Shall I spank him for it?" asked Silke.

"He'd probably enjoy it too much. He doesn't deserve it. I don't think I've ever seen a cock that huge that before," Anne continued. "You could hurt a girl stuffing that in her cunt."

Anne's explicit language only roused him further. Suddenly she leaned forward and pushed him back flat on the bed. She quickly jumped over him and sat on his chest.

"What did I catch you at?" she demanded.

"Silke was giving me head."

"What was she doing?"

"She was sucking my cock."

"How would you like to suck on this," said Anne, wriggling the tiny leather skirt up from her hips. She had no panties on and John found himself staring at the dark luxuriant curls that scarcely hid the pouting lips of her pussy. Anne was only a few inches away from his face and he could smell the musky scent of love juices. He felt Silke nibbling at him behind her friend's back. He smiled.

"Wipe that expression off when I'm reprimanding you," Anne said, scarcely able to keep a straight face. She picked up the open collar from where it dangled by the side of the pillow. "Do you want to be chained up again?"

John shook his head; he was biting on his lip to stop smiling. Anne let the collar fall and put her hand down to spread the outer folds of her cunt. Slick crimson, almost purple, corrugations were revealed and she slid her fingers backward and forward across the notch that housed her clitoris. Anne then pushed her finger deep into the hole, swirling it round, before offering it to John. She smeared it on his lips and then poked it into his mouth. John sucked on her finger greedily.

Anne moved forward and lowered her snatch onto his open mouth. John felt the projection of her slippery cut and closed his lips around it. He rolled it around, flicking at it with his tongue. Then, re leasing her, John started a soft, steady licking. His movements were echoed below by Silke.

Anne moved her legs a little to release his arms. John took the opportunity it afforded to reach up and unzip the wet-look nylon jacket. Anne shook her torso and it fell open to reveal the ripe mounds of flesh, each topped with the dusky circles of her aroused nipples. John cupped his hands beneath them and foiled the stiff buds between his fingertips. He never once stopped lapping at her cunt. Silke was squeezing his cock between her breasts, occasionally freeing him to slip her mouth over its bulging head.

Next Anne cocked her leg over his chest and sat beside him with both knees drawn up. She took hold of his hand and guided it to her sopping slit. John put it one finger, withdrew it, and then plunged two fingers into her fleshy channel. His thumb kept flicking across the swollen button of her cut. Anne reached out and gripped his throbbing shaft, while Silke still swirled her tongue around the crown of his straining dong. Almost leisurely, Anne began jacking him off in her friend's mouth. He sighed at the sight of such sweet sensations.

John stopped his two-fingered frigging for a moment, then pushed his thumb into her hole and reached around with his fingertips for her rear entrance. Anne accepted his probing finger with pleasure, and bounced her hips slightly to allow him freer play. Silke moved too and now sat astride his thighs. Every upward stroke of Anne's hand brought the ruff of loose skin bunched up around the fleshy ridge of his crown, each downward stroke unrolled him taut, shiny, and tingling.

Silke eased her hips forward till the firm shaft of John's cock was rubbing straight up and down the furred channel of her cunt. Anne removed her hand and began rocking her hips harder against John's touch. She was moaning with joy, dribbling on his hand as the spasm of relief shook through her. Silke was sitting bolt upright, clasping his, cock in both hands, holding it tight against her clitoral bud. At the same moment as Anne, she came with a climactic shudder and a squeal of delight. As the two girls watched, John's whole frame stiffened with anticipation. His breath was ragged, his eyes half-closed in a delirium of carnal sensation. He could contain himself no longer. The thrill began as a tremor in the taut sac of his balls, surging up the great staff, erupting in a flood of boiling sperm. The sticky milk of his spunk splashed up across Silke's neck, the underside curve of her thrusting tits, and over her stomach and ribs. His hips bucked back and forth as he came in a spurting torrent of seed. The girls squealed with delight at the shower of pearly fluid that coated Silke's front. She gave the heavy round head a squeeze and a last gobbet of come spewed out and trickled down over her fingers.

"That," said John in a hoarse whisper a short while later, "that makes everything worth it I'll stay trussed up for another week if you make me shoot off like that again."

The girls grinned.

"You won't have to wait a week," Anne assured him. "I want some of that action inside me."

"Not before he's come twice that much up my pussy," added Silke. She scooped up a string of milky spunk and licked it from her finger, adding with a saucy smile, "that is, unless you're in a great hurry to get back home."