Chapter 72

The next morning, after what seemed to have been a very short night, my sister and I were abruptly and rudely woken from our exhausted slumbers by my girlfriend, who was standing above our makeshift bed, laughing at us.

"You left your door unlocked! I didn't even need to use the key!"

The very sudden change from deep sleep to consciousness might also have been something to do with the harsh glare from the ceiling light, which she must have switched on to give us the full 'wakey-wakey-rise-and-shine!' treatment. I know I was blinking madly as I tried to remove the early morning mist from my eyes so that I could see properly.

"Oh hell, did we? What time is it?"

"Nearly eight o'clock. We assumed you might possibly want a bite of breakfast?"

Jen groaned as she tried to raise her head off the pillow.

"Yes! I'm starving! Oh heck, I can't move! God, Jon, what the hell have you done to me!"

Julie smirked.

There's no other word for the expression on her face when she heard Jen's words.

It was the very definition of smirk – a sarky, know-it-all, self-satisfied grin, showing a careful blend of amusement, a sense of superiority, and a distinct lack of sympathy.

"Overdone it just a tiny bit? I don't seem to remember either of you complaining at the time? Anyway, I'll bring you a cup of tea in two ticks, Hamish has just nipped down for some more milk."

I squinted at her with the one eye which was currently open and working.

"You're rather bright for first thing in the morning, my darling?"

"Two early orgasms and two cups of tea before getting out of bed, works wonders! Now, I'm more than ready for my breakfast, so don't you two hang about, or we'll leave you behind!"

With that warning, Little Miss Smug left us alone for a couple of minutes, soon returning with a mug of tea in each hand. By that time we were both just about sitting up.

The cuppa did its usual miracle cure – well, it woke us up enough to be able to put a comb through our hair, get some clothes on, and put one foot in front of the other enough to get to the dining hall.

That Saturday morning was pretty much a write-off after all the exertions of the night; we only just got downstairs before they finished serving the cooked breakfast at 8.30; the eggs were well overdone by that time and we all avoided them, opting for piling our plates high with greasy bacon and sausage, and soggy toast.

Between mouthfuls of food and frequent swigs of tea, Julie admitted that it had been gone two that morning before she and Hamish had finally turned the bedside light out, and as he'd set his alarm clock without thinking, the seven o'clock start had made for a rather short night's rest, even if it had given them a chance to enjoy each other yet again before breakfast.

As well as three mugs of tea each, we also scoffed a big bowl of cereal before we felt sufficiently full, and of course we swiped a loaf of bread, some little packs of butter and jam, and half a dozen of the third-pint bottles of milk, to provide a snack for later on.

By common consent, after breakfast we went back to bed and slept until lunchtime. Well, to be honest, Jen and I didn't quite go straight back to sleep – when we stripped off to get under the quilt, my sister noticed that Gustav was showing off, so she took advantage of his interest and her renewed energy before we snuggled down again.

This time it was Jen and I who woke up the others for the meal, after admiring the way they were spooned together. It was clear that we hadn't been the only ones who had got naked to go back to sleep, and then had some more fun first. We were of course all still ravenous, and more than ready for some lunch.

Julie and I weren't used to getting a two course lunch of meat and three veg AND a cooked pudding with loads of custard, so we tucked in, and had seconds of both. The servers didn't mind at all; they knew that they had to overcater at weekends because of the number of people who would forget to sign out, and they were delighted to see the food eaten rather than be thrown away into the swill bins behind the kitchen.

"How come you two aren't the size of houses with all this food on offer?"

Hamish grinned, and pushed out his cheek with the tip of his tongue before he replied.

"Clean living and healthy exercise! Lots of swimming!"

Julie giggled.

"Yeah, it's the breast stroking that uses up all those calories!"

He almost blushed. The shy young lad of nine months earlier now had a much thicker skin, but occasionally one of the outrageous comments the girls all teased him with would get through. The double-entendre certainly hadn't escaped him. Knowing Julie, he'd probably done quite a bit of that overnight when she was on top, and she was deliberately reminding him.

After lunch, the four of us went back to Jen's room. This time, Julie and I cuddled on the G-Plan easy chair, while Jen and Hamish spooned on the bed. We were all a little dopey after our long night and recent heavy lunch, so we just chatted and vaguely listened to the record player in the background – Hamish had spent 90p on a second-hand copy of 'Lindisfarne's' "Dingly Dell" LP, but said that he had found it disappointing; it was certainly no successor to "Fog on the Tyne" which we had all really enjoyed, but I didn't think it was quite as bad as he made out. I didn't offer to take it off his hands, though – there was nothing on it as gripping as "Lady Eleanor" or "We Can Swing Together", of which I can still sing the lyrics after all these years.

Once the last track had finished, we all sat in silence for a couple of minutes after the music finished, before Hamish brought the subject back to sex.

"Jon, did Jen remember to show you keeping you on the boil?"

My sister grimaced.

"Bugger! – in all the excitement last night, I completely forgot! Sorry, big brother, I got carried away! Anyway, we found out by accident the other day that we can get Hamish almost to his climax, and then really slow down until he's lost the urge. When he does finally come, he expels lots of ejaculate and it feels really good for him."

"How is that different from pinching him off?"

"He just doesn't quite get that close, and we stop moving until he's happy to go on."

I turned to Hamish. He grinned.

"Even better, it doesn't hurt! Your sister's got a pretty fearsome pinch on her, and I don't miss that one little bit!"

"And you don't get too frustrated?"

"Believe me, it's worth it! We discovered it by accident when I was trying to hold back, because Jen hadn't quite got there, so I stopped moving to buy myself some time. Once I felt that I could go a little longer, I started up again, and I realised that I was just enjoying the feeling and not about to shoot my wad. Jen was quite happy, so when I got close again, we stopped for a minute. That happened two or three more times, and then we were getting tired so we kept going, and I thought I was never going to stop shooting! It was leaking out of Jen almost as fast as I was pumping it in, and I reckon it must have been the most I'd ever come. Even more than that time in Bristol when we all fucked all three girls without coming. Really made a mess on the sheet!"

Julie giggled as she remembered the occasion.

"Crikey, Hamish! I remember that day – when you did finally come in my mouth, I didn't think that I'd be able to swallow fast enough, I thought that I was going to choke!"

I'd been thinking about what he had said.

"Why don't you change positions whenever you need a pause, rather than just stopping and then getting going again? That could make it a lot more fun all round?"

There was a low thump as Hamish smacked himself on his forehead in mock annoyance.

"Yeah, I should have thought of that! Kind of obvious, innit?"

He got up off the bed and made a pot of tea. Jen handed round some Ginger Nuts for dunking, and we all enjoyed our cuppa. I put my empty mug down with a sigh of satisfaction.

"So, what are we going to do this afternoon, Sis?"

"Well, it's actually a matter of WHO we are going to do. As Sheila hogged you most of the summer, Julie and I have got some catching up to do with you. And as Julie was tied up with Adrian, Hamish and I would love to have another threesome with her. Which of you wants to get shagged stupid first?"

"You mean you didn't get enough last night?"

There was a roar of laughter from Hamish. My sister's face broke into a huge smile.

"Silly question! Have I ever had enough? Actually, don't you dare answer that one!"

Hamish and I tossed a coin as to who was going to be the girls' first victim – I'm sorry, that's a typo, I mean as to which of us was going to be lucky first. He won lost, and I was first up.

Actually, it wasn't as bad as I expected, to start with. Sis laid herself back on the mattress and Julie got into position between her legs, sticking her own little bottom up into the air so that I could plant Gustav just where he belonged. That was all going very nicely when Jen emitted a series of squeaks and pulled Julie's head out of her crotch.

"Thanks, lover, that was great. Now, you sit on Jon's face, and I'll sit on Gustav, and we can play with each other's boobs."

They used me for their pleasure for a while; I could neither see nor hear a great deal, but I didn't really have a lot to complain about – Gustav was more than happy to be dominated, and my tongue was delighted with the taste sensations it received as my girlfriend's juices dripped down. Julie came first, her thighs squashing my cheeks as her bottom attempted to flatten my nose, and then I felt Jen's internal muscles clamping around Gustav as she reached a peak. However, just as my balls were beginning to contract, light flooded onto my eyelids and the weight disappeared from my groin.

"Okay, stud, time for you to rest up a bit! Hamish, get your body down here!"

I groaned and rolled over. Hamish jokingly mouthed 'Yes Dear' as he complied. I was left watching as Julie bounced on his cock while Jen sat on his face and leaned forward to kiss and cuddle Julie. Both girls were already seriously pink in the face, neck and boobs areas, and it wasn't long before they both huffed and puffed their way through another orgasm.

I didn't get long to rest; this time Julie called for a change, and it was Hamish who was left unfulfilled. Jen lay on her back, Julie face down on top of her, and I was instructed to fuck Julie gently from behind while the girls kissed. After only a few minutes, they told me to stop while they changed positions, and then it was my sister who was getting the benefits of Gustav's thrusts. Okay, I admit that I was getting the benefits too – I was beginning to feel those intense sensations that precede the male orgasm, when Jen stopped me again.

"That's enough for you for the moment! One last go with Hamish, and then we'll let you both get there."

I tried not to mutter out loud as I pulled out. Logically, I could indeed understand Jen's insistence that I give delayed gratification a go, but my male instinct was to keep driving until I got my release and my mate got my seed, and I was still sufficiently selfish to want my completion NOW!

Gustav and I stood and watched while Hamish was permitted to slide in and out of his girlfriend for a while, until she noticed me gawping.

"Don't just stand there, boy – I want a cuppa before we're done with you."

So I busied myself with the kettle, being extra careful with keeping the hot water and steam well away from my delicate parts. By the time I had pulled out the tea bags from the four mugs, Hamish had been forced to pull out from my girlfriend, and she and my sister were sitting up on the mattress expectantly, their upper bodies a radiant pink.

I put a generous splash of milk in each mug, and we all sipped our hot brew with gratitude. It didn't take long before we had all finished, and I put the four mugs safely out of the way of flailing limbs.

The two girls laid themselves side-by-side across the mattress, and Hamish and I took our positions. Julie lifted one leg onto my shoulder so that I could penetrate deeper, and I noticed that Jen did the same with Hamish. The two of us started our thrusting together on Jen's signal.

Gustav had already got himself pretty excited several times, so I was worried that he might not last that long. It was bad enough watching Julie as she got that lustful look in her eyes, but my peripheral vision (and hearing) was also picking up the indications from my sister as Hamish began to take her to yet another peak.

To help take my mind off the sensations, I started reciting the Periodic Table to myself, one element for each thrust. Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, Beryllium, Boron, Carbon, Nitrogen, Oxygen, Fluorine, Neon, Sodium, Magnesium, Aluminium...

Julie had an orgasm at Ruthenium (thrust number 44), and another one at Ytterbium (70), and I lost it at Bismuth (83). Hamish had been quite correct about the semen building up in our balls; I felt my buttocks clench each time I ejected generous helpings of my seed into my girlfriend as I groaned to myself the words Polonium, Astatine, Radon, Francium, and, rather painfully, Radium.

I didn't quite collapse onto Julie; my elbows kept much of my weight off her, although with my knees on the edge of the mattress she probably got squashed a little more than normal.

Hamish got the job of making the toast. And another cuppa.

The consensus was that holding back was probably worth it, on balance. I wasn't convinced that my orgasm had been particularly powerful (although, given Gustav's activity levels over the past twenty hours, that was no surprise), but the girls had probably had a couple more climaxes than they would have done otherwise. I promised Julie that we'd give it another go sometime.

Saturday evening was a haven of quiet after the sexual athletics of the afternoon. After another shower (limitless institutional hot water), we had our tea in the dining hall, which was virtually empty as most of the students were going out on the town while they still had some grant left, and then, after dumping our latest milk and bread booty on Hamish's window sill, we actually wandered up to the TV lounge to see if there was anything worth watching. We caught the last half of a 'Two Ronnies' repeat on BBC 2, but then there was some depressing modern play on, so we called it a night and went for a beer in the bar.

"I thought that London Weekend Television was supposed to be really good?"

"It is, much of the time, but it's the lean period at the moment. A lot of the best stuff only starts up just before Christmas, or just after. There's a really good prison drama with Googie Withers, 'Within These Walls, ' which we enjoyed last year, but apparently it isn't going to start up again until January."

"Have you been watching 'Porridge'?"

They both smiled.

"There were only two more episodes left! You wouldn't believe how many people crammed into the TV room on the last Thursday night! It's become compulsory viewing!"

"It was that good?"

"I don't think it was one of the best episodes of the series, from what Mum and Dad were saying, but we enjoyed it. The first one we saw, on the 3^rd, was all about a black fellow-prisoner who ended up on a roof-top protest, and Fletch volunteered to go and talk to him, but ended up getting dizzy, sliding down the roof, and ending up with one leg each side of a drainpipe."

"Sounds painful?"

"Yeah, he did a pretty good facial expression of someone who'd just flattened his goolies. Last week's was a bit of a roller coaster; he was helping the others write letters to their wives, sort of agony aunt, then his daughter visited him and told him that his wife had found another man, so he got a weekend compassionate leave because of marital problems. But it was all made up; just an excuse to be at home, visit the pub, go to the match, and have a slap-up Sunday lunch. And of course it ended back in the cell, flipping Mr Mackay two fingers."

"Are they going to make another series?"

"I think so; it's been pretty popular, but it won't be until next year now."

I took another drink of my beer. Julie explained that, although we could have easily afforded to hire a big 19" colour television from Radio Rentals for the flat at £7 a month, we couldn't agree where to put it, or, indeed, whether we really wanted one.

"And as Sian pointed out, if we haven't been bothered to walk up to the Union more than a dozen times in a couple of years to watch 'Doctor Who' or 'The Golden Shot', are we honestly going to watch very much now?"

"We've almost got out of the habit of watching telly; it's not like being at home and sitting down after tea and switching the box on."

Jen turned to me.

"Oh! Jon, I nearly forgot. Mum asked if we could go home for Armistice Sunday; she thinks her Mum will find it difficult going back to the Legion afterwards without Grandpa, and it would help if we were there."

Grandpa Shaw had died at the beginning of March; Grandma was doing very well on her own, but as we'd held his wake at the Legion, I could understand that she wasn't looking forward to attending the Remembrance Sunday lunch without him, after never having missed one in more than fifty years.

"Yeah, of course I can. I'll meet you at Didcot on the Friday?"

"Great! I'll let her know when I phone her tomorrow night."

"Another drink, anyone?"

By mutual agreement, we turned in early. Jen went in with Hamish, and Julie and I took my sister's room. It was one of those 'a lick and a promise' evenings, we just brushed our teeth and splashed our faces with water before cuddling on the mattress and pulling the quilt over ourselves.

She yawned; one of those long, slow, contented 'I've enjoyed my day and now I want to snuggle down and go to sleep' ones.

"Did you have a good time this afternoon, darling?"

"Yes, it was great fun, but I've really had it now! I wouldn't tell anyone but my best friend, but I might have overdone it just a tiny little bit! My tummy is going to be SO sore in the morning!"

I decided that discretion was the better part of valour, and said nothing about her smarty-pants attitude of the morning, when Jen and I had been subjected to abuse for having 'overdone it'. I just kissed her and held her tight as she dozed off. I didn't need any rocking either!

On Sunday morning, Jen got her revenge, and shook Julie and I awake at some ungodly hour well before dawn.