Chapter 8
Susan arrived at four o'clock, and I let her in myself. Fenton had been given the day off to visit his brother and the daily went off after lunch. Tina took to the child immediately and went out of her way to make her feel at home. After tea I left them together, as Tina had suggested, and took some letters to the pillar-box down the lane.
I found them in the drawing room just as I had left them, but noticed Susan seemed to have brightened up considerably and was strangely excited.
It was Tina, who spoke: "Well, Dick, we've had a most interesting conversation while you've been out, I've told Susan here about you having let me into your little secret and that I don't really mind you making love to her. . . and now I've met her, I'm not surprised you find her so attractive. So you two go upstairs and have fun, while I clear up these tea things. I'll maybe come and join you later, that is if you don't mind!" Susan had an arm round the older woman's waist, and smiled towards me.
"We don't mind, do we, Dick? Your wife is such a sport, Td like her to see I can make you very happy."
"Well, you two amaze me. You're both full of surprises. I never know what you'll come up with next." I answered, laughing. I took Susan's hand and led her off upstairs.
It was nearly six weeks since I had screwed her, and the child was as randy as hell. She couldn't get her clothes off fast enough.
Before I was half undressed, she was lying in the middle of the double-bed with her legs apart, playing with herself. "Come on, Dick," she said, "It's ages since I had it, and my little cunt is crying out to be fucked."
I crossed to the bed, my stiffening prick, swinging manfully from side to side. "Your never could wait for it. Would you? I'll bet you've been missing this cock of mine."
The preliminaries were ignored, and I got stuck into her. She was already wet with lustful expectation and her body as desirable as ever. I fucked her slowly, watching the happy expression on her radiant face as she savored the pleasure of my tool in her frustrated box. Her arms wound themselves round my neck and pulled my mouth down to hers. Passionate kisses were exchanged and hungry tongues explored each other's mouths.
I was so completely engrossed in the act of adultery, that I never heard Tina steal quietly into the room and take her things off. The first intimation of her presence was when she stuck her fingers up my heaving bottom and clasped my dangling balls.
She was just in time to feel the testicles empty themselves into Susan's throbbing slit. "Ah!" She said. "You've come, my darling. I see I was just in time to witness your orgasm."
She withdrew her fingers from my butt and I rolled from on top of the young girl's shaking body. Tina sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at Susan's little breasts. "You have a lovely figure, Susan, dear," she said softly. I had at your age. She fondled the child's bubs and caressed them affectionately.
Susan was watching her large breasts with the prominent nipples and raised herself to a sitting position to take one of the rigid nipples into her wet mouth. I swung my wife's legs on to the bed and rolled her over on her belly. Then, gripping her ankles I pulled her to the bottom and lowered her feet on to the floor. "Tina, you suck that lovely child's cunt and taste the delicious spunk I've shot up it, while I see what I can do to satisfy yours."
I leaned over her back and guided my organ to her hairy twat, while my wife placed her lips on Susan's dripping fanny and began tongue-fucking her.
The faster I poked Tina, the faster her tongue darted in and out of Susan's quim. I had hold of both my wife's tits and she had her hands on the girl's breasts. I could hear Tina sucking my sperm out of her and guessed by the side-to-side movement of her head that she was rubbing Susan's sensitive clitoris with her nose.
The girl was working up to her second climax, and sobbing softly, "Oh! That's divine, don't stop
Tina, dear, I'm going to come. . .oohh!. . oooooh!"
My wife's butt was already heaving and trembling wildly, and I ejaculated, sending my stream of spunk gushing into the woman's vagina, and dug my nails into the soft flesh of her perspiring titties.
After a short rest, Susan sucked my prick hard again and the two females excited each other's genitals ready for a third session. Susan suggested that it was her turn to suck Tina and I should fuck her at the same time.
Tina lay on her back her legs to the top of the bed. Susan got on top of her. I tucked the two pillows under her thighs to raise her belly up off my wife's chest.
Then, kneeling either side of Tina's head, I leaned over Susan's back. Susan was already burying her mouth in my wife's crotch long before I contrived to get my tool in her cunt and my balls in Tina's mouth.
My hands worked their way between the girls to grasp Susan's breasts, and I began to work my prick in and out of the kid's cunt as my balls were yanked to and fro in Tina's mouth. I must admit this distinctly hindered my fucking and shortened the stroke. But, the delightful sensation of feeling her tongue lapping round my testicles more than counteracted it.
I was watching Tina's knees: and, when I saw them shake and raise, I knew it was time to fetch Susan off and lunged more wildly into her, oblivious to the pain in my aching balls. Her muscles contracted round the base of my shaft, and I spurted my spunk into the tight passage.
When it was all over, my wife ran Susan home in the car as her visit had lasted much longer than expected.
This was the forerunner of many happy Sundays, when we staged similar three-handed performances.
In November Susan was sixteen and impatient to leave school. Her teacher said that she was not taking the same interest in her studies and seemed impatient to take a job and start earning a living. Most of her friends had left at the end of the summer term and this no doubt had unsettled her. However, I knew what the real cause was. She had grown up suddenly. A girl can't have intercourse regularly with a man fifteen years older than herself and retain the same attitude to her education and school life.
Her mother, who thought I had been taking an interest in the girl out of sympathy and to help her get over the incident with her step-father, came to consult me as to what she should do.
I said that, if Susan would attend a commercial college and learn shorthand and typing, I would be prepared to take her on as a receptionist. This would relieve me of a lot of clerical work and Mrs. Dawson of having to open the door and take the telephone messages.
The practice had grown considerably in the three years, and I felt it was high time I had more leisure. I thought of a boy who had attended medical school with me, called George Turner, and who was at Batley General Hospital when I last heard of him.
We had always got on well together, and had the same views on Medicine and life in general. I decided to try and trace him with a view to offering him a partnership.
Tina, an only child, had inherited all her people's money, more than I had earned or was ever-likely to. So, whilst being careful not to hurt my pride, she tactfully suggested that to give away part of my income and have more time to spend with her was only sound common-sense.
After making a lot of inquiries, I located him at a hospital in York and invited him over for a weekend.
I met him with the car one bleak Saturday afternoon late in February. Snow was falling and I had had to dig my way out of the garage. The train was nearly half-an-hour late and the waiting room, perishingly cold. As usual British Railways contrived to see the tiny fire was all but out, and a formless-looking porter came in and threw on just sufficient wet slack to extinguish all flame.
Roger, finally arrived, looking fit and well. He greeted me with a cherry smile, and said, "Hello, Dick, good to see you again, though you might have chosen a better day."
I led him out to the car and got in restarted with difficulty. Ten minutes later we were home and getting warm in front of a cozy fire. Tina had drink all ready, and the brandy warmed us up in no time.
Of course we talked shop mostly, recounting all we had done since we least met. Tina was content to sit and listen, and refill our glasses.
When I broached the reason for getting him to come up, he said with mock dismay, "Oh, Dick, I thought you asked me up because you wanted to see and old friend. . .not to find someone to do all your dirty-work for you!" We all laughed and I could see the proposition interested him.. He went along to evening surgery with me and. when we returned for dinner, he had made up his mind to accent my offer.
He couldn't get away from the hospital until a suitable replacement had been found. But a month later he arrived with all his goods and chattels and was installed in my old home attached to the surgery.
Right from the start I knew I had selected just the right man for the job. Tina liked him immensely and his charm soon made him popular with my patients.