Chapter Nine.

Cat Amongst The Pigeons.

England, 1924.

Agatha Crowley thought that there was something quite erotic about the game of tennis in 1924. The modern era has brought in a more casual look to ladies' attire, which she welcomed wholeheartedly. On this fine Sunday afternoon at Ashe Manor in Wychwood, under Ashe, the famous author of crime fiction in pulp magazines was wearing a white button-down shirt over a drop-waist skirt. The skirt was deliberately loose and pleated, with a white at the waist. In her short bob cut, the redhead wore a long scarf.

The Manor is owned by Lord Whitfield, a self-made millionaire, and is located a mile from the centre of the village. It had originally been an elegant building of red brick, but it had undergone a significant rebuild over the last four years. At the rear of the house, his fiancée, Bridget Conway, had seen a fine tennis court installed. As tennis was an energetic sport, it helped the young woman keep fit and healthy. Agatha had been invited down to join a small group of guests who were warming up for the upcoming Wimbledon Championships. It was an opportunity to get away from the city for a weekend.

"Bunny! Don't hit the ball so hard, dahling."

The renowned author watched Bridget playing with none other than Henry 'Bunny' Monroe, the up-and-coming twenty-five-year-old star. Monroe had been brought up in South Norwood, London, and at a young age was widely known by the nickname 'Bunny,' bestowed on him by school friends from the Daily Mirror comic strip Pip, Squeak, and Wilfred. Wilfred is a rabbit or bunny.

"Sorry, old thing!"

Agatha laughed from her chair and clapped in support. She concentrated on the young man. He was fantastically fit, good-looking, and single. Bridget had agreed earlier.

"He's so manly. His backhand is one to be reckoned with, and his hip movements are an even greater force. Trust me."

Conway winked at Crowley knowingly. She was a diminutive thing, slim, small-breasted, but with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Oh yes, my dear. I found out long ago that tennis players are highly sexual. I had no difficulty in humping them. I find a good jump after a couple of sets to be very relaxing. I get wet pants just watching Bunny's balls bounce."

"Right. Which ones?"

"Why, the ones in his flannel trousers. Hah!"

"Come on, Agatha. Pick up a racquet."

Bridget left the court in a sweat as Bunny waved to the redhead. Agatha chose a racquet from a stack and wielded it in her hand.

"I can't play with this tennis racquet,' she said, throwing it down in despair. "It's been restrung, but the balance is all wrong."

"It's much better than mine,' said Bridget, comparing the two. "The strings on mine are loose."

"I'd still rather have your racquet," said Agatha, picking it up and swinging it.

"Well, you can't."

"All right then."

Agatha and Bunny began playing. After thirty minutes, she felt like her arms were dropping off, and her legs had difficulty moving.

"I feel like I might very well seize up."

"Poor thing. I suggest you go and have a large Pimm's. Bunny and I shall take a stroll to cool off."

Agatha watched the two wander off through a clump of rhododendron bushes. She sat back and sipped her refreshing drink when she fancied she heard giggling and the occasional shriek. Ever the amateur sleuth, she trotted off to the bushes to investigate. She parted a branch and was shocked to see Bridget being heartily screwed by Bunny! He was banging her with short strokes as he hovered over her. Her knickers were down by her ankles, and her thighs were around the small of his back. Her cute bottom bounced furiously on the grass as they rutted hard and fast.

"Heavens!"

Agatha was transfixed by the energetic pair. Especially him, with his strong legs, great hip movements, and clenching buttocks that rose and fell in a steady rhythm. They bucked away, chest to breast and thigh to thigh. The crack between his rear cheeks was damp with sweat, and Agatha went weak at the knees as she wished it were her with the grass stripes up her backside. She shifted her view so that she could make out his dick slipping right inside the blonde's muff. His massive ball sack hit the tender flesh of her rounded bum on each stroke.

"Come on, lover. Shoot!"

He gave a wild cry of joy as he erupted into her weeping quim. He kept on ramming into her until his spent dick flopped out. They remained locked in each other's arms as Agatha took the moment to retreat.

x


Fame, as some self-pitying celebrities routinely complain, comes with plenty of drawbacks. The instant wealth, adoration, and adulation are tempered by the dreary pressure of relentless public interest. So it was refreshing to discover that Agatha welcomed the attention in this modern era. Rather than complain about her lot, the rampant redhead used her fame to party, travel, and make whoopee. So when she had stumbled on Bridget and Bunny fucking in the bushes, the horny thirty-four-year-old wanted her share of his prowess. She had invited him to her room in the Manor and awaited his company. It was a nice-sized room with pictures on the walls, pretty lamps, and a good-sized bed. She made some drinks of vodka and lime to get them in the mood. When he knocked on the door, she let him in, and he looked even more desirable up close. He hadn't changed out of his tennis gear and had just added a towel around his neck. Agatha inhaled his manly odour and rubbed her thighs together as she became heated.

"Do sit. Have a drink."

The two chatted for a while, and his eyes seemed to pierce through hers. As if he were mentally undressing her. Good start!

"So you think you might have a chance of beating the American Don Bennett this year?"

"I certainly have a chance. I have the home advantage. The crowd will all be behind me. I have a loyal female following, too."

"Yes, I noticed Bridget paying you lots of attention."

Bunny raised a brow.

"You did? Well, I met her on the circuit a year ago. I admit I have no difficulty in attracting the ladies. I discovered that a good session in bed keeps me in fine fettle.

"Indeed."

"Sorry, old girl. Do I shock you?"

The horny author smiled and stood up. She slowly climbed out of her frock, unclasped her brassiere, and dropped her knickers.

"On the contrary, I believe that you might be the one to be shocked. I want you to fuck me. I enjoy sex and find intercourse to be most stimulating. I love sporty types. So virile."

Bunny stared at her bare form. Naked, the red-haired woman was a vision of beauty. Long of limb, with perfectly formed breasts that jutted out delightfully. She had a sharp inverted V of the ribcage with a fairly flat belly beneath it. She had a triangle of ginger at the apex of her white thighs. She kept her stockings on, which gave her an extra sensuality.

"Am I worth fucking?"

Bunny shed his shirt and undid his flannels. There was an aura of carnality about her that he found utterly irresistible.

"You bet your life!"

She lay on the bed and spread her legs.

"Lick me first."

"Agatha, you're outrageous!"

"Quite. I'm no stranger to the odd love tryst. Outside of the bedroom, I am ladylike and refined. But in bed, I become a lustful vixen. Service me."

Now, in a state of undress, she drank in his handsome and boyish features. His well-developed physique delighted her no end. Her eyes naturally went to his groin, where his magnificent erection rose straight up against his lean stomach. It was a sturdy-looking organ with a large glans that appeared from his peeled-back foreskin. The British tennis star clamped his face between her open legs and immediately used his tongue and lips to devour her sex. Her pubes were fine, and her juices were rich to taste. His hands slid up and down her supple thighs as he lashed out at her hairy snatch. She cooed and sighed with girlish pleasure coupled with a sensual bliss.

"That's it, dig in."

His body moved below her, and his buttocks dimpled as he slobbered with devotion in her box. His tongue delved inside her and her toes curled into the mattress as her cunt juices dappled his chin. His lips captured her clit and he sucked and inhaled in a delirium of hot breath and snorts. Her stockinged legs jerked fitfully, and her hips pumped back and forth the more he ate her out, and when he finally came up for air, Agatha's cooze was ripe for dicking. She just had to fuck him.

"I say. What a wheeze!"

Bunny laughed as the brazen hussy pushed him on his back and straddled him. She rubbed her nether cheeks over his strong thighs and groaned loudly as her entrance was angled just right. Her hand grabbed his prick like it was a joystick, and she pushed down hard. The bulbous head of his knob popped inside her and was followed up by his formidable shaft.

"Heavens! What a tale!"

Determined to enjoy herself, the hedonistic woman bided her time, relishing being impaled on such a man. With his cock buried up to the hilt, she shunted to and fro, keeping him embedded inside her. Her pubic bone rubbed on him divinely and her head tilted back and up as he pawed at her tits.

"You seem to know what you're doing," he mused as she began to bounce up and down, her superb gyrations calling the shots.

"Mmm, hmm!"

Agatha was loving how her clit was receiving intense friction, and how her tits were being groped by invading fingers. She shrieked when the tennis player pulled himself around so that he was on top of her. Before she could catch her breath, he was between her legs and hooking her silk-clad pins over his burly shoulders. Resting on his knees, Bunny fucked her hard with his throbbing member. The wanton author could see his shaft driving into her cunt as he hammered her into the bed. She was fucking Bunny Monroe and loved it.

"So manly!"

Agatha was receiving powerful thrusts of his pelvis bow, and he rocked her slim body time after time. The bare skin of his thighs felt warm, and the hairs on his legs rasped on hers. The feel of her boobs on his hands was getting her hotter and hotter. She orgasmed and bucked against him, grabbing onto his taut buttocks as he spurted inside her. Feeling him fill her with his seed was always a turn-on for the ravishing redhead and she spasmed around his cock. Her legs fell away like jelly as her strength waned. They lay still and kissed for a while before she made her excuses and shooed him out.

"Shall I be seeing you at the party?" Bunny asked as she shut the door on him."

"What party?"

"THE party! Don't you know?"

x

After dinner with Lord Whitfield, Bridget, and the guests, Agatha noticed a young woman staring at her. As she quaffed champagne, the crime writer saw the dark-skinned girl approach.

"You are Mrs. Crowley? The famous writer?"

"Yes, I am."

"Good. I am Princess Shaista. I wish to speak to you. You are wise and independent. I am the niece of Emir Ibrahim, and I think there are people after me. So far, I have managed to elude them, but there is trouble brewing.

"Is that so?"

"There are people here watching this place," she lowered her voice dramatically. "They want to kidnap me. Then they will ask my uncle for a lot of money. A ransom before they let me go."

Agatha narrowed her eyes as she looked at the utterly gorgeous female.

"Is it possible that you're imagining all this?" Agatha suggested gently.

"You do not understand! My cousin was Prince Ali Yusuf of Ramat. He was killed in the revolution. I was going to marry him, so I am an important person. Perhaps these people think I know where the jewels are."

"What jewels?"

"My cousin, Prince Ali, had many jewels, worth much money. They disappeared in the revolution. I was Ali's nearest relation, and now that he is dead, the jewels belong to me. It was in the Palace of Ramat that Prince Ali Yusuf, the Sheikh of Ramat, a small but very rich country in the Middle East, gave me instructions. The most important thing is to get you safely out of the country, he said to me. Before the rebels steal our wealth. I am quite certain now that I will be killed. He then took out a small leather bag from under his shirt and poured its contents on the table. Before me was a pile of beautiful, precious jewels. He told me they are worth about a million pounds."

"A million pounds! Glory be!"

"'Yes," the dark young woman nodded. "Such jewels have a strange effect on people. Death and violence follow them around. So, I took them out of the country and brought them here."

"And where are they now?"

"They are in your room."

"What? How on earth did they get there? Surely I would know."

"I was very clever and have hidden them where no one will ever dream of looking. I will visit your room at midnight tonight."

"As you wish."

x

Sure enough, at the stroke of midnight, the Princess knocked on the door and Crowley let her in. Both looked similar in their choice of sleepwear. Agatha wore a slip dress in crisp, strong, true white cotton. The front and back panels were straight, with a short seam holding gathers wrapping around the hip. Shaista had a slip with a bodice edge, skirt hemline, and thin shoulder straps. Agatha thought the girl to be highly desirable and exotic-looking.

"Quickly. Do you have the tennis racquet from earlier?"

"Why yes."

Agatha produced the swatter and held it up. She gripped it in her fist as the Princess nodded.

"Give it here."

Under the light of the lamp, she used a small knife to remove the leather covering from the handle and took off the end. There was some plasticine there, which she took out carefully, and several other things came out with it. Agatha gasped and stared at the beautiful, coloured red, green, and blue jewels. AND the dazzling white diamonds. She looked in wonder as she picked up the stones and let them fall through her fingers. And then, suddenly, she heard a slight noise outside her door. She and Shaista sat there thinking, trying to decide what to do. She quickly picked up the jewels and put them in her wash bag, covering them with her sponge and soap. Then she repaired the tennis racquet so that it looked just the same as it did before. She threw it casually down on the chair and sat on the bed.

"Thank you."

Agatha joined her and they held hands.

"How do you come to be here at Ashe Manor?"

"Lord Whitfield is a friend and financier in this country for my uncle. He will help me as a guarantor of the jewels."

As the exotic girl spoke, one of the spaghetti straps of her slip fell to reveal a perfect breast with a bullet-sized hard nipple. She did not attempt to cover it up as she squeezed Agatha's thigh and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.

"You have been so helpful. I wish that I could repay your kindness in some way. A jewel, perhaps?"

"Thank you, but no. I'm pretty well off."

"You are married?"

"Divorced."

"Pity. The long nights must get lonely."

Shaista bumped thighs and parted her legs so that Agatha caught a glimpse of her uncovered mons.

"Since these events have occurred, I have finished with men. From now on, I shall reside in England and love only women."

"Is that so? I...oh!"

Crowley was shoved onto the bed as the slender Princess jumped on top of her.

"Let us make love, as only two women can."

She straddled the older woman's waist and shrugged off her night attire. Agatha's slip was rucked up to her midriff as the dusky girl pressed her dark bush wetly into Agatha's ginger nest. She quivered on her back as warm buttocks churned against her upper thighs. She thrust and moaned as their cunt mashed together with a certain urgency.

"Eeek!"

They rolled over in a tangle of bare breasts and glistening thighs as their muffs slithered together with soft sucking sounds. Shaista wriggled beneath Crowley as her quim was then fingered and probed. Her back arched as two digits slid effortlessly inside the wet embrace of her sex. She began to jerk back and forth on Agatha's hand and groaned endlessly.

"Is nice."

Agatha smiled proudly as she continued her teasing caresses. Up and down, around and around, and maddeningly slowly, she tenderly dragged upward and over the girl's erect clit. She felt hot breath on her most intimate area as Crowley bent down and probed with an inquisitive tongue. Deeper she delved, pushing and winding in the pink vulva, and occasionally journeying upward to the tiny button. The horny redhead teased into a state of almost exquisite agony. Sucked again and again, starting a rhythm of swiping and sucking, the older of the two bounced her hips up and down as she dry-humped the bed in her ardour.

"More, more."

Shaista's lower body began to rise as she moved toward the final summit. Her clit was sucked inside Agatha's hot mouth and held there, and the dark-skinned girl rose from the bed as an explosion of exquisite pleasure spread through her entire body.

"That was so good. Thank you."

"Think nothing of it."

As they drifted off to sleep beside each other, only Crowley was aware of the door to her room being quietly opened and a shadow of a man entering. He breathed in through pursed lips as he silently searched for his prize. Out of the corner of her eye, the still-naked Agatha saw the person pick up the racquet from the chair and then steal away. She smiled to herself as she imagined the thief discovering naught when he broke open the re-stitched handle. After a satisfying slumber, Agatha bade farewell to the Princess, who took off to begin her new life.

x

Chapter Ten.

An Orgy Is Announced.

On the south side of Hyde Park lies the Gore Hotel. A luxury fifty-room establishment steeped in history. Opened in 1892 by two sisters and descendants of explorer Captain James Cook, it is believed Queen Victoria stayed here during her mourning years. As one turns left into the bar, one shall find umpteen portraits of the monarch hanging on the walls.

The evening drizzle had turned to a downpour as Agatha Crowley, a picture of grace and elegance, stepped out of her chauffeur-driven Rolls-Royce motorcar outside the front entrance. She entered alone and rode the lift four floors up to the chosen suite. Named the Tudor Room, it boasted of stained glass windows and no less than three four-poster beds. Agatha took the small piece of card from her purse and read the printed inscription again.

'An orgy is announced and will take place at the Gore Hotel on Friday, October 29th. You are cordially invited. Please accept this, the only invitation.'

It had taken a telephone call or two before she had gotten to the bottom of the mystery.

"Darling!" Bridget Conway. The hostess of the illicit soiree greeted Agatha at the door and ushered her in. The blonde was dressed in a Roman-style toga. "SO glad you decided to attend. You will have a wonderful night, believe me."

"I am intrigued, to say the least. And may I say what a magnificent gown you are wearing."

Conway did a fancy twirl in her white and diaphanous toga of pure silk with the broad sash around her midriff holding it secure. The incredibly slim female sported a trendy bob with a finger wave. Engaged to millionaire Lord Whitefield, thirty years older than her. She had courted English society and was revered for her natural beauty.

"I know, cost me thirty-five guineas no less. I love it."

Not to be outdone, Agatha dispensed with her top coat and revealed her outfit, a loose white toga that wrapped around her body and barely covered her modest-sized breasts. They walked arm in arm and smiled broadly as they entered the large living area. Masses of candles illuminated the Tudor Room and gave off a sensuous ambiance. Agatha learned that the guests gathered twice a year at the Hotel to re-enact the historical orgies of the decadent Roman Empire. These were no ordinary gatherings but were sophisticated and unadulterated sex parties. Catering to like-minded men and women. Members of the aristocracy, nobility, and the wealthy were all attracted to the salacious parties thrown by the wanton Lord and his lover. In this new hedonistic age and era of confident and independent women, Crowley never said no to an all-out raving orgy.

"Sex, corruption, backstabbing. Wasn't ancient Rome a hoot? "I've read lots of books on Livia Drusilla. She was a right little trollop. And she loved the odd orgy now and then, What spiffing fun!"

According to those like Agatha and Bridget, the British were now even more prudish than ever. Which is why the famous author had embraced the Flapper age so eagerly. The Victorians were the ones to blame, as in their eyes, everything had become more sexualised than it was meant to be. It had been liberating for Agatha to now dress provocatively, to drink and smoke, and to sleep with men without ties. Women like her loved sex just as much as men.

A dozen or so like-dressed guests stood or sat in small groups, imbibing wine and champagne as they prepared for the approaching soiree. All the men ogled the redheaded crime writer with interest and a gratuitous hunger. A rather tall, lean fellow in a toga came right up to the published author, her hand in his.

"Delighted to make your acquaintance, my Lady. Doctor Dermot Craddock is at your disposal. His Lordship does put on one hell of an orgy and I know you will enjoy the evening."

He kissed the back of her hand and Agatha felt his cock brush against her left thigh, just where the hem of her toga finished. Naked under her garment, she felt the frisson of a thrill rush through her. His dark eyes glittered in the warm light of the room, and some smouldering flame flashed in her breast. As he stroked her bare arm, he whispered in her ear.

"No doubt we shall get better acquainted later. I shall not disappoint."

His eyes lowered to her bosom, then winked and withdrew. Agatha's eyes lingered on his powerful frame as he walked off. As he shrank back into the crowd, Bridget handed her a glass of wine and brushed up beside her.

"Ah, Doctor Dermot. He's hung like the proverbial horse. And there is Colonel Archie Easterbrook and his wife, Laura. They're just back from India. Over there is Sir Henry Clithering, who came with some young trollop named Dora. That's Letitia Blacklock with Lionel. He's something big in the City, don't you know. And, he's big elsewhere if you catch my drift! We call her Little Paddocks, the sex-mad cow."

"Is that so?"

Agatha surveyed the scene and noted all the guests were barely clothed, and the women especially well, near topless. The upper classes had always aired their dirty linen in private, and Bridget encouraged all who had a penchant for unusual sexual practices and were insatiable. Rank, position, money, and stately homes all contributed to their boredom and disillusionment, which made them seek gratification wherever they could. Bridget steered the pair of them to a well-upholstered sofa, where they drank heartily and were soon treated to the sight of some passionate foreplay.

"Oh, Sir Henry!" Letitia giggled as she and the bearded man flopped beside Agatha and Bridget on the sofa.

Crowley looked on as the couple kissed and groped each other, oblivious to anybody else. The man's toga spread out and his thick erect cock bobbed up and down. A big-titted blonde named just Miss Hinchcliffe began to scatter red cushions on the thick carpet as various guests coupled up. The lights in the room were dimmed as everybody started to strip off. Agatha felt a shiver run up her spine as she breathlessly watched the orgy unfold before her very eyes. She was eager to partake in the arousing event. Anything, hands, mouths, cocks or cunts.

"Good evening, my dear."

The city broker known as Lionel loomed over the seated redhead and opened his toga proudly. His stiff prick stood out, and it was indeed a monster! The thick underside had one fat vein that pulsed visibly, and his deliberately shaven groin only enhanced the big size. Agatha smiled as she squeezed his erection, and was pleasantly surprised at how hard it was. He jerked his hips, and his smooth length slid back and forth in her clutching fingers.

"Fuck me, Henry, oh yes! Give it to me, you beast!"

Little Paddocks was humping back and forth on the man beneath her on the sofa. Her eyes were closed in bliss as his cock slid in and out of the naked brunette. By now, Agatha was as horny as a bitch in heat as Lionel stroked her cunt and fingered her moistness under her open toga. Her eyes moved to her left as the blonde Dora, was on the carpet with her bottom up and her legs out wide as the Colonel settled on top of her and began to fuck her with urgent strokes.

"Suck my cock, my dear. If you wouldn't mind."

Agatha opened her lips and took the top three inches into her mouth and clamped down just under the ridge where his foreskin peeled back. As he frigged her so she gobbled his cock up with audible slurping noises that made him groan lustfully. Her clitoris was rubbed most heartily, and her heart beat like a hammer as she continued to fellate the man.

"What spiffing fun!" Bridget shrieked with her back to the wall and her left leg around a man's waist as he screwed her senseless.

The couple beside Agatha and Lionel were in heated action as Letitia moved up and down on her lover, who held her by the hips and squirmed under her. The whole room was now a hive of depraved and sordid activity as everyone was engaged in some form of sexual play. Agatha gripped the thighs of the broker as her head moved to and fro on his rigid member. His flared glans hit the back of her throat as she hummed on him with legs apart, her cunt stuffed with two fat fingers.

"Heavens above!"

She relinquished his knob as his urgent digits reached deep inside her weeping slit and his face moved to her heaving tits. He sucked in one marble-hard nub and left a smear of spit on her large areola as he moved to the other. As his teeth nibbled her sensitive points he increased his frigging as he clawed at her buttocks under her.

"Dear lord!"

Her ginger pubic region became matted with her love juices. The chap probed her cunt, moved out, darted back in, and teased before removing his fingers once more.

"You are driving me mad!

Crowley's breasts bounced vigorously as her pelvis thrust in an upward attempt to fuck his fingers. It was at this precise moment that a figure from behind her ripped the toga from her body and hoisted her into a doggy-style position. Unseen by her, a male member of the orgy pressed his stiff prick to her wet slot and pushed the flared head directly into her slick groove.

"Gosh!"

Agatha inhaled deeply as a hand pawed at her left tit as a big cock began to push on in. A strong hand gripped her by the hips, and she was pulled back as the unknown man thrust forward at the same time. The redhead looked down under and saw a heavy ball sack swinging as the man moved to and fro. She was forced back and forth lengthwise on the sofa as she was fucked by assertive strokes.

"I love it!"

Now one hand was in the small of her back and the other stroked her clit as she was humped with audible slaps of flesh on flesh. Lionel had melted away but Agatha was oblivious as she pushed her bottom up and slammed back onto the welcome cock. As she lifted her head, the sight of a naked man sitting on the other end of the sofa, now vacated by Letitia, came into view. His erection stuck up like a truncheon, the glans shiny with pre cum.

"Oh!"

The man shoved up her cunt and yelled out as he came deep inside her with a huge blast of semen. Agatha got shakily to her feet and shifted one step over and plopped her still-dripping pussy onto the proffered cock. As she rose and down happily two hungry hands moved to her cantaloupe-sized tits and pinched both nipples. Archie sauntered over and kissed her full on the lips, leaving her lips covered in spit. Then he held up his pulsing prick and jerked it in his fist and shot his load into her face.

"That was beautiful!"

Agatha swiped the back of her hand across her face and licked up the cum. Concentrating on the cock inside her she rocked to and fro, moaning constantly as she did so. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps as she slid up and down, her toes dug into the carpet under her feet. The man beneath her thrust up into her with more force, driving himself into her cunt as far as possible. Agatha came on his pole and leaned forward as her limbs tired. Hot cum pumped inside her for several seconds until she was tossed aside like a broken toy.

"Nice," she sighed as her lover vanished.

"Come."

Agatha looked up at a now naked Doctor Dermot. His body was magnificent with no fat. Just muscle. The exceptional appendage of his poked-up semi-hard resembled the cock that might have been found between the legs of a horsewoman's prize stud in her renowned stables. He held out his hand, and they scaled the purple carpet stairs to the bedrooms. They entered a large one with a king-sized bed under a ceiling covered in mirror tiles.

"Having fun?"

She noticed Laura Easterbrook on her back with a bull of a man fucking her brains out. She watched her legs that were fully parted as the man rose and fell atop of her, his balls rubbing the insides of her thighs as each plunge in sent her shrieking. The Doctor held Agatha close to his chest, and she purred in his arms as they French kissed.

"Love me, Doctor."

They fell back beside the rutting couple next to them, and Dermot slid between Agatha's open legs. Both gasped as his sizeable dick penetrated her already sodden, cum splattered cunt. She locked her lithe legs around his waist as they moved together in a beautiful fuck. His hands never stopped caressing her pale boobs and he nibbled her ears and neck with hard teeth as they rocked in each other's arms. Although not as tight as she had been in her youth the horse cock shoved up inside her made her feel like a twenty-year-old, such was the generous girth of his cock.

"Oh, lovely!"

She raked her nails down his back as her hips caught his rhythm and her butt slid along the mattress in time with his humps. He was going great guns as his enormous hunk of an organ pulsated in her slippery inner walls. Then she muttered Laura sat on her face and smothered her mouth with her soaking pussy. Agatha flicked out her tongue against the upper part of the woman's cunt and ushered throaty groans of approval from the grateful woman.

"How super!" cried Laura, as she and the Doctor kissed as they both rode a thrilled Agatha.

Then, Laura's bull joined in and she fellated him as she rocked to and fro along the slavering tongue of the bouncing female beneath her. He panted and swore as she worked her mouth furiously along his hot length. Then he roared and his seed exploded into the welcoming mouth of Laura. She popped off the crime writer and bent low to her face and in a most erotic sight for the two men dribbled the spent semen from her mouth to the other in a long and slow string of cum.

"What great fun!"

She wasn't left wanting long as her legs were widened and she had another prick stretch out her pussy. She and Laura kissed in a long smooch as Agatha rolled her tongue in the other's mouth and sucked the hot cum from her. Now a sea of faces had gathered to look and Dora and Miss Hinchcliffe kissed her and rubbed both her tits as the man atop her glided in and out of her love groove. In a cock frenzy she rolled her hips back and pulled her knees up to achieve maximum penetration.

"This is truly heaven!" she purred as all around the bedroom were the sounds of sucking, fucking, moans and groans, and slapping of flesh.

Suddenly the man fucking Agatha stiffened and blew his load in her and pulled out. In an instant Dora and Hinchcliffe, both with glistening naked frames, were on her and both their snake-like tongues lapped up her dripping quim until she had been licked dry.

"Thank you, ladies," said Agatha as she wallowed in sheer bliss.

Doctor Richards now had Bridget on all fours next to her as Agatha felt a hand creep between her legs and finger her cunt. Lionel had returned and was on his back with a very rigid flagpole sticking up to the mirrored ceiling. She smiled as she slid over his body and straddled his groin, She impaled herself on him with great delight and managed to fit his entire length inside her now gaping pussy.

"Ride me, my mare. I am your stallion!"

With a concerted effort, she rode up and down on his prodigious hose as he pawed at her buttocks with both hands. Behind her came a loud guffaw as Sir Henry pushed his middle digit into her puckered asshole and wormed his way in. Agatha noted his finger had been oiled as he frigged her anus frantically.

"Fuck my ass, Sir!"

Agatha paused on top of Lionel as the other male gripped her hips, and in a shuffle of limbs, his medium-sized prick entered her anus with a measured prodding. Once all in, Agatha felt a mini orgasm as the superb friction of having two holes filled simultaneously. It was as if the pair of rampant men had practiced earlier as they double fucked her in a slow, synchronised fuck. Lionel squeezed her massive boobs as he fucked her on the outstroke and Henry on the instroke.

"It's the only way to have intercourse."

Another mini orgasm hit home as the intensity of two cocks embedded in her overwhelmed her. It was Sir Henry who came first, and he unloaded with a final hard thrust in her asshole before his softening dick slipped out. Lionel pushed his pelvis up with some urgency and came inside her lubricated cunt. With both pussy and anus sloppy and saturated a full-blown orgasm jolted her curvy frame.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" harked a shrill female voice.

Bridget, still on all fours, was having her cunt licked out by the good Doctor who had her buttocks parted and his face buried in her backside. His dribbling and flaccid cock paid homage to the fact that he had cum also. Agatha settled in a veritable pool of juices as she descended from her elation.

x

Chapter Eleven.

After an hour of respite and a quick clean-up, a sleepy Agatha was stirred by none other than the tennis star, Bunny Monroe. He was just shrugging off his toga as the redhead gathered her wits. Beside him was a naked lady. The brunette had a striking figure, with firm breasts and a mound of Venus that nearly jutted forward from her thighs.

"Hello, old darling. Sorry, we're late. Did you start without us? This is Phyllis Konstam by the way."

"The film actress?"

"Pleased to meet the famous Agatha Crowley. I say, do you fuck women?"

The room was strangely silent as she rubbed her eyes and saw that most of the guests had left or were dozing. She had found space on one of the four-poster beds and had sprawled out on the wonderfully soft mattresses. She sat up and smiled. Bunny's stiff dick bulged with excitement as he watched Phyllis join her on the bed.

"I say, old stick. Show Agatha how a cat licks the cream."

Agatha raised a quizzical brow as the next thing she knew was the actress jerking her hips up and tonguing her box. The naked redhead was lost in a delirium of mounting passion as hot breath rejuvenated her well fucked quim. Her legs quivered as the girl sucked and slathered between her thighs. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, lubricating the author delightfully. Agatha held the girl's head to her muff and lightly fingered her dark brown wavy bob.

"What a wheeze!"

Phyllis blew hot air on Agatha's snatch and then licked slowly along the entire length of her wet furrow, drooling saliva down the crack of her buttocks. This woman was neither shy nor reticent, and the actress wantonly drank of Agatha's flowing muff. Then, Phyllis moaned in her loins as Bunny mounted his indecent lover from behind.

"What a wet cunt you have."

"You...ooh...better...believe it," she mumbled with a mouth full of Agatha's cunt.

When he had sunk his cock to the girl to the hilt, he stopped and winked at the crime writer and grinned. Then, he started to fuck her with deep strokes and flared nostrils. His hands were on the small of her back as he humped up with huge pelvic thrusts.

"Fuck me, Bunny," she cried in her baby girl voice. "Yes! Fuck me with that big bone!"

He drove up into her at a rate of knots. As he fucked her hard and fast she dipped her head and panted into the pillow. The ripped athlete worked in and out of her sodden pussy with powerful pumps of his taut ass. He felt her cunt contract around his turgid cock and he signalled with a thumbs up to the expectant Crowley. He pulled out of his panting lover and planted his bottom on the edge of the bed. Without ceremony, Agatha turned her back to him and crouched over his upright pole in a reverse cowgirl position. She lowered herself slowly onto his lap until her ginger muff met his cock head.

"Don't you two make a picture?"

Agatha groaned at Phyllis as she sank onto his generous length, not stopping until her moist cunt was fully impaled.

"That feels so good. He's pretty big, isn't he?"

Her eyes became half closed as she started to rock back and forth with her toes dug into the lush carpet beneath her feet. Her naked frame writhed and squirmed as she drove up and down, her hot quim pushing ever deeper onto his slick shaft. Bunny put his hands on her shoulders and thrust up with his hips. Her tits bounced wildly as she smashed down on his rod of steel, and her head dipped as her aching cunt was plundered.

"Are you going to cum?"

Agatha looked into the eyes of the actress and smiled blissfully as she rubbed her pelvis on Bunny's groin. The grinding motion caused her clit to tingle like mad and her juices wetted his balls.

"Enough of me, I want you."

Agatha graciously hopped off of Bunny who fucked air for a few seconds. She took Phyllis by the hand and both fell onto the bed. Two pairs of heaving breasts mashed together, and they brushed thighs. They writhed in each other's arms as their warm bodies pressed firmly together. Phyllis was highly impressed as Agatha rotated her hips and lunged down at just the right angle to bump each other. Both gyrated and groaned as their clits strained against the other. Bunny looked on in awe as their wet pubes mingled in a damp union of sexual stimulation.

"Ooooh! Aaaah!"

Phyllis started to cum as Agatha massaged her clit and labia with frantic rubs. She turned to face Bunny, and she made an urgent nod to him to urge him to step up. Her head tilted back as she was roughly pulled up by the rabid tennis star, who moved her onto her back and mounted her. Agatha sighed as he lay nestled between her splayed legs in the missionary position. The pair began fucking each other like dogs on heat, and Bunny's backside rose and fell as he rammed into the redheaded author. Her body was dappled with a light sheen of perspiration as Phyllis watched her lover's considerable length thrust in and out of her moist cunt. Bunny went into overdrive and her into the mattress. Her legs flailed in the air as she shuddered from an earth-shattering orgasm.

"Bloody hell!"

Bunny promptly erupted, and his lower body convulsed over and over as he ejaculated. Copious amounts of his cum trickled out of Agatha's overstuffed quim and leaked out, down her crack, and onto the crisp white sheets.

"That will be game, set, and match!" she quipped.

Her eyes fixed on Bunny's wilting dick and chuckled.

"New balls, please!"

END