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  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...

  * * * *

  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

  with her tongue you just wouldn't believe."

  "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