My own rod was now standing as straight and erect as any Guardsman on duty, and Lucy could see that I was game for a third bout. She smiled at me and motioned me closer. 'I know what you want, Andrew,' she whispered. 'But Pelham's big prick has made me somewhat sore. Just stay where you are and I will relieve your agony.' She pulled my aching prick towards her gorgeous lips which opened to receive my red knob. Lucy squirmed away to leave Pelham lying on his own as her lips enveloped my shaft and sank down its length, making me shudder with pleasure. She quickened the movements of her mouth and her right hand snaked down and busily frigged away at her still juicy cunt. All too soon I was forced to whisper to Lucy that I was about to come. She craned her neck forward and forced the entire length of my tool into her throat, her lips almost touching my balls. As I shot off my cream into her hot mouth she cupped my balls in her hand, her buttocks bucking up and down as she transported herself to the very pinnacle of delight. I spent copiously into her mouth and she greedily sucked every last creamy drop from my now shrinking affair.

Calm now being restored, I awarded the sweetly flushed girl a loving kiss, caressing her everywhere. Of course, it was now Pelham's turn to be ready for more fun and games, but Lucy said she was exhausted and needed to rest. 'Doctor White is dining with Reverend Shackleton tomorrow night,' she giggled, 'and I have invited my good friend Amelia Fenland to spend the evening with me. I have a splendid idea. Let us all meet in Doctor White's bedroom after supper. Shall we say at half past eight?

'That sounds wonderful, my darling. That's all right with you, isn't it, old man?' I said, glancing across to Pelham.