4 comments/ 30705 views/ 5 favorites Sir Peter Longfellow & the Case of the Prude By: dixeenormous "Sir Peter, I'm so glad you could make it," Chancellor Prude, Peter's old school chum quipped. Welcoming Sir Peter into his expansive foyer, Prude continued, "I am extremely concerned about Penelope. She didn't return home from school on Thursday evening and no one has heard from her since." Sir Peter was in town for his alma mater's big game on Saturday afternoon, the same school over which Chancellor Prude now administered. Although he was looking forward to attending a tailgating soirée before the kickoff, Sir Peter never refused to help an old friend, especially when a mystery was at hand. "I'm sure Penelope will turn up," Sir Peter answered. "Perhaps she is working on a school project or staying with a friend." As Mrs. Prude ushered her husband and his old friend into the study, offering cups of hot tea, she responded, "No, no, Sir Peter, Penelope had a study session on Thursday evening with her theology class at the student center. After study hall, she was going to the House of Royals to bake cookies for the senior citizens." Penelope Prude was the Prude's only daughter. They were overly protective parents and smothered Penelope, managing her daily life and planning her future in excruciating detail. After spending her formative years in an exclusive all-girls preparatory school, her parents had relented and agreed she would attend Trafalgar University, the coed school over which her father now presided. While the Prude's were fearful of the liberal culture prevalent at Trafalgar, they were confidant that in keeping Penelope close to home they would be able to exert complete control and prune out all the questionable influences. Penelope had enrolled at Trafalgar in September and was now nearing the end of her first term as a freshman. Rather than live in student housing, her parents had insisted she live at home, in the stately Chancellor's manor overlooking the beautiful campus. Based on the recent holiday pictures the Prudes showed Sir Peter, he was pleased to see that Penelope had matured into a beautiful young woman. In the pictures, her frumpish librarian glasses were the only reminder of her gawky younger years. Rail thin and nerdy as an early teen, her body had matured nicely since Sir Peter had last seen the young vixen. Still lean, her small firm breasts strained against her tightly fitted dress, her stiff nipples very prominent through the thin material of her top. In the mold of today's glamour models, her tall, trim body was sculpted from hours of exercise. The cut of her dress revealed legs a distance runner would be proud to own. Her long straight dirty blonde hair framed her beautiful face, highlighted by prominent cheekbones and thin, sharp lips; a vision straight from the pages of Vogue magazine. "Penelope looks very happy and well adjusted in these photos," Sir Peter remarked, feeling a pleasant stirring in his groin as he perused the family photo album. Growing up, Penelope had often referred to Longfellow as Uncle Peter, although they were not related by blood. To himself, Longfellow sighed; at least his impure thoughts weren't incestuous. "Undoubtedly," Chancellor Prude beamed. "She is doing well in school and is working tirelessly with the local charities. It is so unlike her to disappear like this. We are worried sick and hope you can help." Sir Peter Longfellow was an accomplished amateur sleuth. A trust fund baby, Peter had nevertheless joined the Royal Air Force upon graduation from University and had enjoyed a successful career in military intelligence. Now in his mid-forties and retired from the military, he was a part-time private investigator, when he wasn't climbing mountains in the Himalayas or sailing his yacht across the South Seas. Peter still possessed the body of a young soldier. Standing over six feet, his torso appeared sculpted from granite. He was an accomplished triathlete, having completed several Ironman competitions. Closely trimmed salt and pepper hair sat atop his chiseled face, his bright gray eyes dancing with intelligence and a hint of mischief. "I would be glad to look into Penelope's whereabouts," Peter offered. "I trust she is fine. Probably just sewing her oats, ehh Charlie, like any adventurous college freshman?" Peter chided, elbowing Chancellor Prude in the gut. "Penelope does not ‘sew oats', Sir Longfellow," Mrs. Prude barked. "I know you are an old friend of Charles, but I want to be clear. Penelope is a fine young woman, with the highest of moral character. She simply would not run off for several days and not inform her parents of her intentions. I am afraid this is much more serious than a young woman out for a good time." "Easy now Margaret," Chancellor Prude admonished. "Sir Peter was only trying to be lighthearted. I'm sure he understands the gravity of the situation. Obviously as Chancellor of the University, I don't want to go to the police without some further evidence of Penelope's situation." "Of course, of course," Sir Peter quipped. "My trusty friend Dr. Nadlicker and I are attending the big game this very afternoon. We will begin our enquiries immediately and report back to you on our progress. Now I must be off." With that, Sir Peter took leave, only too glad to be out from under the scrutinizing eye of Mrs. Prude. As he walked to his car, Peter couldn't help but think poor Penelope was somehow rebelling against the tyrannical parenting of the Prudes. For her sake, he hoped she was just on a party binge, nothing different than most young students and certainly a faux paus to which Penelope was entitled after living under the Prude roof for 19 years. As Peter approached the car, Dr. Nadlicker sat on the bumper smoking his ever-present pipe. "Well, Sir Peter, are we off to the game?" "Shortly my good Nadlicker," Peter replied. "The Prudes appear to have misplaced their perfect little daughter and I promised to snoop around a bit." Handing Dr. Nadlicker a picture he had borrowed from the Prudes of Penelope in her field hockey uniform, he continued, "Keep your eyes open for Ms. Penelope, will you old man?" With a whistle, Dr. Nadlicker smirked, "I'd like to open more than my eyes for this tasty little lass; perhaps my zipper, and then her mouth, and definitely her legs. Yes indeed, I'd like to open those legs nice and wide." "Easy old boy," Sir Peter, laughed. "Charles Prude was a good friend during our college days. I think he is probably overreacting, but a promise is a promise. My bet, Penelope is shacked up somewhere with her boyfriend, trying to unlearn nineteen years of sexual repression and frustration heaped on her by that uptight bitch of a Mother." "Not a big fan of the Chancellor's wife?" Nadlicker chided. "Oh, give me a few hours alone with Margaret Prude and I could have her singing a very different tune. I'm afraid Chancellor Charles is incapable of unlocking her womanly secrets. As a result, she has retreated into a sexual never-never land, home to chastity, high moral fiber, and general constipation of the good life." "And I suppose you have just the laxative to unleash her pent-up frustrations?" Nadlicker chuckled. "I don't think she's in need of a laxative. What that cold fish needs is an enema. A Longfellow hot beef injection could paint a rosy complexion on her uptight little world. Hell, Margaret might actually be decent looking if she let down her hair, put on a little makeup and wore something other than those dreadful ankle length potato sacks. I only hope it's not too late for Penelope to break the evolutionary cycle." "If Margaret looks anything like the young Penelope," Nadlicker offered, "I'd me more than happy to help you perform your little invasive procedure. As you know, my good fellow, my medical specialty tends more toward oral procedures." "Enough," Longfellow bellowed, trying to repress a silly grin. "Although unlikely, Penelope could be in some real trouble. This talk of fucking her mother in the ass and in the mouth is not going to help. Besides, she's the wife of my good friend." "Your right, old man," Nadlicker responded. "Let's concentrate on the young Penelope." Pausing briefly, Nadlicker added, " Do you think she will suck my cock?" Unable to resist any longer, Sir Peter broke into hearty laughter, "You old pervert. Let's concentrate on finding her first and worry about your penis later. Agreed?" "I'm behind you," Nadlicker quipped. "In your dreams," Longfellow replied, punching his old friend good naturedly as he shifted the car into gear. "Penelope was studying Theology at the student center on Thursday night. Shall we start there?" As Nadlicker continued to study the picture of Penelope, he remarked under his breath, "Theology, huh? I'd like to help her see God." The good doctor adjusted the noticeable lump growing in his tweed trousers as Longfellow steered the car in the direction of the student center. Not surprisingly, the student center was nearly empty on a Saturday afternoon, most students devoting their efforts to pre-game festivities. Longfellow approached the attractive young women at the information table, "Hello, I am Sir Peter Longfellow, a good friend of Chancellor Prude. Have you seen his daughter, Penelope in here recently?" With a slight chuckle, the information lady responded, "You're kidding right? Most students come here to study. I don't think studying rates too high on Penelope Prude's list of priorities." "I'm confused?" Sir Peter continued, squinting to read the young woman's nametag. "Ms. Cumstane, I was told she was here on Thursday night, studying with her Theology class." With a deeper laugh, the information lady answered, "Now I know you're joking. Yea, the Theology classes often meet here for study group, but that little slut wouldn't be caught dead near a Theology class." "Little slut?" Dr. Nadlicker interjected, his curiosity now peaked. "Well, ummm," Ms. Cumstane stuttered, "Let's put it this way, Penelope's reputation is not exactly consistent with her last name, if you know what I mean." "I see," Peter muttered. "Are you sure Penelope's not in a Theology class?" "I don't know for sure, but you could check with the Registrar's office." "Good idea," Sir Peter replied. "Dr. Nadlicker, would you mind asking around the student center about Penelope while I track over to the Registrar's office." "No problem, Sir Peter," Nadlicker winked, as Longfellow headed for the door. As the heavy door slid closed behind him, Sir Peter caught a fleeting glimpse of Nadlicker flirting feverishly with the Cumstane woman, clearly more intent on getting some action than finding the missing Penelope. Only too familiar with the doctor's well-established track record, Longfellow chuckled to himself. Two to one odds he'd have his fat cock stuffed down the cute little information lady's throat before Longfellow returned. The doctor was a card-carrying pervert, but amazingly he did have a way with the ladies. Penelope had indeed been enrolled in a Theology class, but records indicated she had dropped the class after one week. With a little more research, Longfellow determined that Penelope had dropped two other classes and was failing two of the three classes in which she was still enrolled. Surprisingly, she was acing her other class, History 346 – Medieval Art. "Do you know who teaches History 346," Longfellow asked the young man behind the Registrar's desk. "Yes, I believe it's a visiting professor, the Contessa Maria Dispose. She is on loan from Oxford and is a renowned expert in medieval art." With a sly wink, the fellow added, "And a major babe." "Where can I find the medieval art department?" Sir Peter queried, reserving judgment on the Contessa's physical charms until he could make a first hand assessment. "Off the Red Quad," replied the young man. "But the Contessa is a big supporter of the House of Royals and can often be found donating her time there on weekends." "Thank you," Longfellow replied as he dialed his cell phone. "Uh, hello," Nadlicker answered, somewhat flustered, "What the hell do you want?" "It's me old boy, Longfellow," Sir Peter began. "I know, I know. I'm kind of in the middle of something," Nadlicker whispered. "In the middle of something?" Peter questioned. "Yes, I'm interviewing the information lady here at the student center about Penelope. Shelly is full of information and very forthcoming with her assistance." "About Penelope huh? What does Ms. Cumstane have to say?" "Well, actually she can't really say anything right now. You see, old boy, she is in the process of swallowing my microphone, if you know what I mean." "You are a piece of work, Nadlicker," Sir Peter barked. "Shouldn't Shelly be manning the information desk?" "Umm, I'm manning the desk. Truth be told, Shelly is actually under the desk. And let me tell you, she is exceptionally skilled at being interviewed." "Unbelievable. After you wrap-up your interview, meet me at the House of Royals. I have a lead and I need to talk to one of Penelope's professors, the Contessa Maria Dispose." "Oh, fuck that feels good…sorry Sir Peter, did you say the Contessa Maria Dispose?" "I'm glad it feels good and yes, do you know her?" "Intimately. I can't really talk now, but drop my name. Tell her I vouch for you. She won't hold anything back, trust me." As Nadlicker hung up the phone, Shelly, her face fully impaled on the good Doctor's raging boner, reached her pale, dainty hand into his unzipped trousers and fished out his large hairy balls. "Yes, dear," Nadlicker whispered as a spattering of students shuffled through the exit of the student center, not fifteen feet from the Information Desk, "Suck my nuts, darling. And stroke that fat cock. You have been very helpful in our investigation and I want to reward you." Without a murmur, Shelly turned her attention to Nadlicker's sweaty balls, jerking his spit lubed dick with her soft hands, her fingers unable to fully close around the massive girth of the Doctor's thick pole. She sucked deeply on his hanging nuts, taking turns with each, as she was unable to fit both golf ball sized orbs in her mouth at once. Clearly, Ms. Cumstane was looking forward to her sticky reward as she increased the tempo, jacking with a fiendish fury. Nadlicker reached under the desk to caress Shelly's firm breasts through her cashmere sweater, a moan of approval witness to the Doctor's perfect aim as he tweaked the graduate student's stiffening nipple. "Your breasts are exquisite my dear," Nadlicker remarked. As if thanking him for the compliment, Shelly took his cock back in her mouth, forcing his length fully down her tight throat. Nadlicker let out a slight moan as he felt the beautiful young coed's nose brush against his lower belly, proof that Shelly had indeed throated his entire tool. "You are extremely talented, Ms. Cumstane," Nadlicker whispered as he bucked slightly in the large leather chair, fucking her throat with short, quick thrusts, careful to conceal his actions from the passing students. Under the relentless attack of Ms. Shelly's talented mouth, Nadlicker neared the point of no return. Unfortunately as luck would have it, a rather lost looking older woman entered the student center and made a beeline for the Information Desk. The Doctor stopped his face-fucking thrusts, attempting to collect his wits. "Are you the Information Director?" the old woman began. "Umm, well, yes. How can I be of assistance?" Nadlicker answered, sweat beading on his temple, trying to control himself as the real Information Director continued her uninterrupted assault on his throbbing pecker. "Well, you see, my name is Mrs. Doris Underalls and my son is attending the University. We are from the Highlands region…" Unwilling to listen to her excruciatingly painful introduction further, and worried that he would pop a load in mid-ramble if Shelly kept up her frantic pace on his cock, Nadlicker interrupted, "Yes, yes, but what is your question, mam?" "I was getting to that. I am looking for the alumni association…" "Fourth floor, at the end of the hall. You can use those stairs," Nadlicker snapped, pointing towards the stairs at the far end of the lobby as Ms. Shelly squeezed his nuts under the desk, his cock firmly planted down her warm throat. "Well I never," the old woman continued. "You are very rude…" "Alumni Association closes in five minutes, you better hustle," Nadlicker interjected, anxious to be rid of the woman as he felt the familiar bubbling of a hot load deep in his over stimulated balls. Spinning on her heels, the woman waddled toward the staircase as a final jerk of Shelly's talented hand sent Nadlicker over the edge, a molten squirt of hot jizz erupting from his tortured tool. Unable to control himself any longer, Nadlicker screamed, "Oh, fuck yes!!!" as orgasm racked his body, Shelly's frothy reward filling her eager mouth and spilling down her chin. Stopping in her tracks, the old woman turned toward Nadlicker, "Excuse me, sir?" The Doctor, slumped in his chair as Shelly slurped the final drops of spooge from his slowly softening member, could only grin goofily under the old woman's steely stare, "Fourth floor, end of the hall you old bitch." As the old woman disappeared down the hall shaking her head in disapproval, Shelly emerged from her under-desk hiding place, a thick string of cum trailing from her adorable young chin. "The Alumni Association is on the other side of campus, Dr. Nadlicker. Not on the fourth floor." "Oops," Nadlicker chuckled as he used a pudgy finger to scoop the jizz from Shelly's face. "Guess the old broad will be back with a complaint for the Information Director." Taking Nadlicker's thick finger in her mouth and sucking the remaining cum from his digit, Shelly replied, "I'm sure not complaining. Your jizz is delicious and your fat cock is dreamy. Screw the old lady and her complaints." Rising from the chair, his strength slowly returning to his spent body, Dr. Nadlicker zipped his trousers, "I would much prefer to screw you, my dear. You have a very talented mouth. Perhaps if you are available after the big game, we could continue this interview and I could provide further feedback on your other talents." As Nadlicker turned to go, Shelly handed a slip of paper to the good Doctor with a sly wink, "Here's my address. And as far as talents go, I have two additional orifices for you to audition, you handsome big stud." With a wicked smile, Nadlicker bid farewell, visions of plowing the young graduate student from behind, alternating between her soft, wet pussy and her firm, tight ass causing his dick to stir once again. "Dr. Nadlicker," Shelly shouted after the Doctor as she licked the partially crusted jizz from her lips. "You might try Penelope's sorority house, Phi Pheela Assa. The girls there can probably help you." "I didn't know Penelope was in a sorority," Nadlicker responded. "You snoop around enough, you'll find quite a lot you don't know about Ms. Prude. Not all of it Polly Purebred stuff, I assure you," Ms. Cumstane snickered. "Indeed," Nadlicker harrumphed, already dialing Sir Peter's cell number. "Longfellow, here." "I have another lead, Sir Peter. I am off to the PPA sorority house." "You old sod," Sir Peter chuckled. "Glad to hear your interrogation of the Information Director was fruitful. But the sorority house? I'm afraid you are thinking with the wrong head again Dr. Nadlicker." "On the contrary Sir Peter. But speaking of head, I really must recommend the skills of the Information Director in that regard. There is a girl that has taken her scholarly studies very seriously. She will have no problems passing her oral exams with flying colors. I foresee a PHD in her future, doctor of blow jobology, to be sure." Sir Peter Longfellow & the Case of the Prude "Enough you old pervert. What is this about a sorority?" "Seems Penelope is a Phi Pheela Assa pledge," Nadlicker replied. "Perhaps the sisters can provide some insight into her whereabouts." "And if not, I trust your interviewing skills will uncover some additional clues." "Uncover, unsheathe, undress…leave the un's to me, Longfellow, I will leave no stone unturned." "And no coed untouched, if I know you old fellow. Ask for the housemother at PPA, a Ms. Pussy Delight, she is an old family friend. Tell her hello for me. I am at the House of Royals to question the Contessa Dispose." Sir Peter introduced himself to the receptionist and enquired about the Contessa. "She was here earlier sir, but she has retired to her studio to work on her art." "Perhaps you are familiar with Penelope Prude? Have you seen her recently?" Sir Peter questioned. "It's a good bet when you find Contessa Dispose you will find Penelope. She follows her around like an attention starved puppy," replied the receptionist. Following the receptionist's directions, Sir Peter found the Contessa's studio without problem. Several rings of the bell went unanswered, a Mozart concerto blasting from within the studio obviously drowning out the buzzer. Finding the door unlocked, Sir Peter entered the foyer. The entry had high ceilings and was flooded with light from several large skylights. At the end of the foyer a cabled railing overlooked a large sunken studio. Along the walls were copies of several very famous medieval paintings set among canvases in various stages of completion. Most of the unfinished paintings were nudes of university-aged men and women in classical erotic poses reminiscent of the adjoining medieval art. To Sir Peter's surprise, several of the paintings were of Penelope in various stages of undress. Often, Penelope was the sole subject of the canvas. In other paintings, she was but one of several players in medieval scenes that clearly depicted various erotic themes. The expressions of lust were unmistakable on Penelope's face. Had the paintings not been of such quality and beautiful technique, one could easily have inferred they were pornographic orgies straight from the pages of a smut magazine. Approaching the rail overlooking the sunken studio, Longfellow was shocked to see the Contessa wrapped in a silky, transparent robe, her stunning full figured body barely concealed, painting feverishly at her easel as two completely nude coed models fucked like bunnies on a rich medieval tapestry, below two menacing armored statues. The statues were locked in mortal combat, one brandishing a huge silver sword, the other a horrifying spiked club. These weapons of death and destruction were entwined in battle, suspended only inches above the heads of the copulating coeds. Clearing his throat loudly to be heard over the concerto blaring from the stereo system, Sir Peter finally got the Contessa's attention. "Sorry to interrupt. I was looking for the Contessa Maria Dispose." Without skipping a beat, the Contessa replied, "Be with you in a moment my good man. The penultimate moment is upon my subjects and I dare not miss out." The two coeds never slowed, the well-built male continuing to pound the thin, pale woman with deep, vicious strokes. With equal enthusiasm, the Contessa's paintbrush literally flew across the canvas, capturing the ferocity and passion of the two lovers as they neared orgasm. Sir Peter was enthralled. The young lovers were attractive and energetic, caught up in the singular act of fucking one another's brains out. And while the erotic scene was titillating in itself, the vision of the Contessa working herself to an equally fevered crescendo as she documented the action in oil on canvas had Sir Peter's cock stirring, the head of his tool slowly creeping down the leg of his trousers. The Contessa's heavy bosom strained against the thin material of her robe, her stiff nipples tenting noticeably the silky fabric. Her long dark curly hair flowed midway down her back to the tender slimness of her waist. Her ample hips accentuated her hourglass figure and added to the flowing curves of her exotic middle-aged body. A dark patch of fur was visible between her legs as her robe flapped open below her waist, straining to conceal the tornado of energy exploding from within. Her legs were long and lithe, her calves taught with muscles atop a pair of strapless heels. Simply put, she was stunning and Sir Peter was properly spellbound. Unable to ignore his hardening cock, Longfellow squeezed his tool as he attempted to reposition the growing monster poorly concealed within his tweed trousers. The young stud was moaning uncontrollably as he deep-dicked the fair maiden, driving her over the top. With an ear piercing scream, she announced her impending orgasm, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cummmmmmmm!!!" Not to be outdone, the naked swordsman withdrew his glistening cock and with practiced aim shot several long, sticky ropes of cum onto the girl's flat belly and small, pert breasts, each squirt arching gracefully over her pale figure before splatting on her exposed skin. As the spent stud collapsed on the cum coated coed, his tongue exploring her panting mouth, the Contessa rapidly concluded her painting with several short, explosive brush strokes before dropping exhausted into her raised director's chair. As the young lovers recovered, the Contessa rubbed the long wooden handle of her paintbrush between her soft thighs, throaty moans of pleasure escaping her mouth as the brush teased her swollen clit. "Excellent, students, excellent," Contessa Dispose exhaled, continuing to diddle her twat with her paintbrush turned sex toy. "Such passion and raw sexual energy. You two will make a fine addition to my stable of models. Same time next week?" As the students cleaned up and dressed, the Contessa turned her attention back to Sir Peter. "I am the Contessa Maria Dispose, how may I help you?" Fighting the urge to respond with quick-witted sexual innuendo, Sir Peter introduced himself, "I am Sir Peter Longfellow. With the assistance of my good friend Dr. Nadlicker, we are looking into the disappearance of the Chancellor's daughter, Penelope Prude." The wooden handle of her paintbrush still rocking gently back and forth between her legs, the Contessa responded, "You know Dr. Nadlicker? How is that fat dicked old pervert?" "Sounds like you know Dr. Nadlicker well," Sir Peter chuckled. "Trust me, he hasn't changed a bit since I first met him way back at University." "University ehhh? Let me guess, he majored in sexual intercourse, with a minor in masturbatory studies." Half to herself, the Contessa whispered, "Although he does have one hell of a nice cock. That fucker could rip you in two. Ahhh, such good memories." Regaining her senses, she addressed Sir Peter, "Do come downstairs and let's chat." Sir Peter stepped up to the Contessa and gently kissed her outstretched hand, "Pleased to make your acquaintance, my lady." "Quite a gentleman," she purred. "Any friend of Nadlicker is OK by me." Shooting a long lustful glance at Sir Peter's straining trousers, she continued, "Especially a friend with a package like that!" "Now what is this about Penelope missing?" the Contessa continued before Sir Peter could regain his composure as he tried unsuccessfully to hide his over-excited trouser snake. "So you know Penelope?" Longfellow enquired. "Quite a detective aren't you Longfellow?" the Contessa joked. "As you can see, she is one of my favorite models. For her age, she has an exceptional body and her pasty white skin is ideal for recreating the medieval scenes in which I specialize." "Your art is very intriguing," Sir Peter replied. "And arousing you might add, based on the lump in your slacks," the Contessa quipped. "I cannot argue with that," Longfellow continued. "Are all the models in the paintings your students?" "Most of them," she replied. "University students are so full of sexual energy. I feed off their aura, making my art much more vibrant and alive. The only down side is I get so fucking horny watching these coeds screw, my pussy stays continually wet." As she finished her statement, she reached into a leather satchel hanging from the back of her chair and withdrew a large purple vibrator. With a quick twist, the vibrator sprang to life as she roughly inserted the tool into her dripping snatch. "I hope you are not easily offended, but I'm just so goddamn horny." "I, uhhh, well…about Penelope, have you seen her recently?" Sir Peter stuttered, trying to remain focused. "Penelope is a good girl, Sir Peter. She has led a life of repression, but with my assistance she is learning to channel her energy and experience life to the fullest." "Yes, yes, Contessa, but regarding her whereabouts?" As she inched the vibrator deeper, she replied, "I think I can help you, Sir Peter. But first, I need you to help me. Unzip those trousers and let me see that long fellow of yours." Duty before pleasure, Longfellow firmly believed; but if he could combine a little pleasure with his duty, all the better. Not needing a second request, Sir Peter unzipped his wool slacks and fished his rapidly hardening prick from the dark, dank confines. "Oh my, Sir Peter," the Contessa gasped as Longfellow's huge cock was unsheathed. "You have an extraordinarily fine tool. I would love to paint you in the act of brandishing that exquisite weapon. But first, I will need to put it through the paces to ensure it can handle the rigors of performance art." Performance art, pornography, or good old fashioned fucking…Sir Peter didn't give a damn what the Contessa called it, he couldn't wait to displace that purple vibrator with his own turgid member. Bringing her feet up onto the seat of her chair and spreading her knees wide, the Contessa fully exposed her glistening box for Sir Peter's inspection. Without a word, Sir Peter bent to the task at hand, his tongue exploring the scented wetness of her pussy lips. Wrapping one hand around his nearly erect penis, he jerked his shaft as he buried his face between her milky white thighs. With the vibrator fully inserted, Longfellow went to work on the Contessa's swollen clit, biting, licking and sucking as he adjusted the vibrator's speed with his free hand. The variable speeds combined with the expert tongue-lashing were quickly driving the Contessa insane. "Holy fucking shit, Sir Peter. You are one expert muff diver!!! Take that vibrator out of my pussy and replace it with your wet tongue. Oh yes, tongue fuck my horny cunt." The Contessa's dirty mouth and her sweet pussy had worked their sexual magic on Sir Peter's dick. He had a raging hard-on, his cock bursting from his stretched foreskin. "Sir Peter," the Contessa moaned through her orgasmic bliss, "I must have that incredible cock of yours in my mouth." With lightening speed and surprising strength, Sir Peter picked the Contessa up from the director's chair setting her down gently on her feather-covered, high-heeled evening slippers. Climbing into the chair, he settled back, stroking his long dick as he presented it for the Contessa's inspection. "Your wish is my command, Contessa," Longfellow responded. With cat like quickness, the Contessa stripped Sir Peter's trousers from his legs, fully exposing his large hairless sack and low hanging balls. "I don't know if I have ever seen such a magnificent and manly package," the Contessa exhaled, unable to take her eyes from his quivering tool. Without another word she grabbed the base of his root, aiming his spear at her open mouth and launched her oral assault on Longfellow's throbbing boner. She quickly lubed the mushroom head with spit and worked several inches of his shaft down her obviously practiced throat. Bending to her task, she used both hands to wring Peter's slobber covered rod as her head pogoed up and down. "Sensational my lady," Sir Peter moaned, his cock firmly lodged down her royal throat. "May I say you give exceptional head." Briefly removing his glistening tool from her mouth and lightly slapping it against her flushed cheek, the Contessa replied, "Thank you, but much like my paintings, it helps to have a sensational specimen with which to ply my trade. And your specimen is truly a work of art." "You are too kind my dear," Sir Peter continued. "Now stop talking and start sucking." With a knowing giggle, the Contessa removed her robe, fully revealing her incredible body before impaling her face again on Longfellow's angry rod. As she deep throated his tool, she deftly removed Sir Peter's jacket and tie, unbuttoning his shirt and massaging his firm belly and tight chest. Pulling her face off his pecker, she spit on his engorged head, using her hands to lather the lube up and down his long shaft. While jerking his tool, she began to nibble and kiss her way up his tummy, stopping at his exposed chest to suck and bite his aroused nipples. "You have a magnificent body, Sir Peter," the Contessa whispered. "I would love to sculpt your physique, perhaps in bronze. And unlike those prude artists of classical training, I would insist on sculpting your fully erect penis in all its glory." "You flatter me my lady," Sir Peter moaned, thoroughly enjoying the attention this beautiful woman was showering upon him. "But I would much prefer to bury my erection deep between your long, sexy legs." "All in good time, my big dicked stud, all in good time." Quickly standing, she grabbed a sketchbook and charcoal from her supplies, "Stand up and remove your shirt please." "Excuse me?" Sir Peter muttered, unhappy that his dick was no longer wrapped in the warm, experienced hands of the beautiful Contessa. "Pose for me," she demurely purred. "Flex those hard muscles and stroke that big dick slowly. I want to quickly sketch your body. Be a good boy and do as the Contessa deisres, you won't regret it. I promise." Sir Peter was powerless to resist the beautiful nude Contessa. Frustratedly he rose from the high director's chair and grasping his raging boner, slowly jerked his dick while she sketched away. "Jerk it lover," she encouraged, "Show the Contessa how bad you want to fuck her horny pussy. Make love to your hand. Yes, that's it. You are so fucking hot, by big-dicked detective." With one hand, the Contessa sketched Sir Peter's nude form while the other hand continued to diddle her dripping snatch. "While you jack off, tell me how you are going to fuck me with that colossal cock." "I intend to bend your teasing ass over and fuck you with long, deep…" MEANWHILE…. Across campus Dr. Nadlicker rang the bell of the PPA sorority house. A buxom middle-aged woman answered the door barefoot in her housecoat, her hair still wet. "Excuse my appearance, I just got out of the shower." "You must be the housemother, Ms. Pussy Delight. I am Dr. Nadlicker, an associate of a mutual friend, Sir Peter Longfellow." "Oh my word, you know Pete? Please come in, come in. How ever can I help you?" As Ms. Delight led the Doctor into a small sitting room, Nadlicker couldn't help but notice how the housecoat clung to Pussy's wet body, her provocative hips swaying enticingly. While she wasn't a spring chicken, Ms. Delight was a reasonably attractive woman with a more than acceptable body; a perfect mark for the ever-horny Dr. Nadlicker. "Sir Peter and I are looking for Penelope Prude. A young woman at the student center recommended that I try the sorority house." "Yes, yes, Penelope is a pledge here. I haven't seen her lately but let me see if StephanieVon Sucker, the Pledge Mistress might know where she is." Leaving Nadlicker alone in the sitting room, Pussy found Steph in the upstairs hallway, dressed in her cheerleading uniform for the upcoming big game, chatting on the phone. "Steph," Pussy whispered, "We have a visitor downstairs that would like to ask you a few questions." "Dr. Nadlicker I presume," Steph answered as she hung up the phone. "Why yes, how ever did you know that?" "That was my girlfriend Shelly over at the student center on the phone. She told Dr. Nadlicker to try the sorority in his search for Penelope Prude." "Do you know where Penelope is?" Ms. Delight queried. "I have a pretty good idea," Stephanie replied. "But I just heard a rumor about the good Doctor; straight from the horse's mouth as it were. It seems Dr. Nadlicker is hung like a mule and more than willing to share." "Like a mule, huh?" Ms. Delight cooed. "What do you say we team up and do a little first hand research? I may be twice your age, but I still enjoy a stiff fucking now and again." "Deal. No way a red-blooded man can resist a little first hand girl on girl action. How about we give him a show to coax that donkey dick out of his trousers? I'll grab the good Doctor a whiskey from the kitchen to loosen his mood and meet you back downstairs." Before returning to the sitting room, Pussy unzipped her housecoat, revealing several inches of her ample cleavage. For good measure, she whipped off her panties, stuffing them in a nearby potted plant; Nadlicker was going to get an eyeful, Pussy intending to get a twatful in exchange. Sitting on the sofa facing the good Doctor, Ms. Delight crossed and uncrossed her legs, offering an unobstructed view of her pantyless treasures, "Stephanie will be down in a second Dr. Nadlicker. Now what is this about Penelope missing?" Finding it difficult to concentrate, Ms. Delight's buxom D's barely concealed and her pussy flashing in and out of view, Nadlicker attempted to remain professional, "The Prudes have not seen Penelope since Thursday and they are worried she could be in some danger…" Nadlicker trailed off as Stephanie bound into the room, her petite, athletic body barely hidden beneath her skimpy cheerleading uniform. Offering the Doctor a whiskey, she announced "Hi, I'm Stephanie Von Sucker. You must be Dr. Nadlicker. I have heard some very intriguing things about you." Sitting on the couch next to her housemother, Stephanie spread her legs apart, her elbows on her knees as she locked her beautiful blue eyes on Dr. Nadlicker, "See anything you like, Doctor?" Visions of Nadlicker's fat fuckstick danced in her head and she wasn't going to waste any time with small talk. If Shelly was right, his glorious tool was just the pre-game warm up Stephanie needed. Nadlicker was struck speechless. Stephanie's short skirt was hiked high and her bald beaver, plainly visible beneath her crotchless cheering panties had Nadlicker's undivided attention, a silver pierced ring glinting between her bare pussy lips. Before Nadlicker could respond, Stephanie turned to her housemother and planted a deep wet kiss on Pussy Delight's mouth. Their lips parted, and their tongues intertwined as Stephanie reached into Pussy's housecoat, unzipping it completely and freeing her large breasts. Unlocking their tongues, Steph bent to kiss and suck Pussy's giant boobs, pinching her hardening nipples between her fingers before gently biting the aroused protrusions. Within minutes, both women were completely nude and interlocked in a sixty-nine on the sofa, lapping feverishly at each other's wet snatches. Nadlicker hadn't a clue what was going on, but he wasn't about to look this gift horse in the mouth. The Doctor downed his drink, stood up and unzipped his trousers, fishing his fat cock and balls from his fly. At the sound of his zipper, the two women froze, their eyes darting to his crotch to witness the unveiling of his rumored trophy-dick. As advertised, Nadlicker's fat cock had the woman smacking their lips in anticipation, their pussies getting wetter, if possible. "Don't stop licking my cunt dear," Ms. Delight purred. "I'll need all the lubrication I can get to work that fat fucker in my hole." Sir Peter Longfellow & the Case of the Prude "Oh," Stephanie moaned, "I'll take him dry, I don't care. I just can't wait to feel that thick sausage stuffing my tight twat." "You misunderstood, sweetie," Pussy replied, "I had a different hole in mind." "So you girls like what you see?" Nadlicker asked, stroking his rapidly hardening beefsteak as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. In answer to his question, the girls kneeled down side by side, placing their elbows on the sofa and wagging their bare bottoms in Nadlicker's direction. "Your choice, Doctor," Ms. Delight spoke, turning her head to watch Nadlicker as he dropped to his knees, his fat tuning fork zeroing in on the pair of enticing tails; one young and petite, hardened from hours of exercise, the other round and plump, it's brown eye winking enticingly. Unable to resist the lure of Stephanie's athletic young bottom and shaved cunt, Nadlicker grabbed her hips and with one powerful thrust, drove his fat cock deep into her wet pussy. "Oh my God, you are splitting me in two," Stephanie howled, even as she drove backwards, impaling her horny twat on his thick pole. As Nadlicker speared Stephanie's tight hole, he reached over to pet Ms. Delight's exposed crack, inserting first one and then two thick fingers into her wet snatch. Lubing his thumb with the juices flowing from her pussy, he popped his thumb into her tight ass as Pussy squealed in ecstasy, grinding her heart-shaped bottom back against his probing hand. "Fuck my tight ass with your stubby thumb, Doctor," Pussy purred. "When you tire of Stephanie's wet pussy, stick that fat cock where the sun don't shine. I want you to screw my backdoor with that magnificent member." Nadlicker continued to pummel the young cheerleader's trimmed twat while preparing the housemother's anus for a hot beef injection. Still kneeling side by side, the women kissed deeply, unable to contain their moans of ecstasy. "His cock is incredible," Stephanie whimpered. "It's so fucking unbelievable. I can feel every vein pulsing in my pussy." "Don't use him up, darling," Pussy replied. "Save some of that big boner for me." "I always did enjoy the Greek life," Nadlicker chuckled as he thrust his prick repeatedly into the gorgeous young pledge master. "You PPA's really know how to entertain a guest." Turning to watch Nadlicker's cock stretch the young coed's tight twat to its limits, Ms. Delight responded, "Unfortunately, most of our guests are not as, shall we say, impressively endowed. For a cock like yours, we always roll out the red carpet." Stephanie thrashed viciously as her body was engulfed in orgasmic bliss. The Doctor's thick tool had unlocked sensations the horny cheerleader had never before imagined in her trysts with college boys. Her body was wracked with pleasure, as her eyes rolled back in her head and her body quivered uncontrollably. "I can't stop cumming!!!" she screamed, "It's so fucking unreal. You are an animal, Dr. Nadlicker. Fuck yes!!!!" Before he caused any permanent damage to the petite cheerleader's young cunt, Nadlicker removed his slick dick from Stephanie abused hole, repositioning his body at the housemother's open back door, "How ever did you know about my endowment?" As he leaned forward, popping the head of his swollen member into Ms. Delight's tightly puckered hole, Stephanie struggled to regain her composure. Her breath coming in short bursts, her body slowly recovering from a mind-blowing orgasm, she giggled "Word travels quickly here at Trafalgar." "Indeed," Nadlicker chuckled. "Perhaps I should spend more of my leisure time here at old Trafalgar U." Shifting more of his weight forward, he inched his cock into Pussy's tight anus. "Uh my god!" the housemother exhaled. "Your cock is divine." Turning to Stephanie, she whispered, "The pain is exquisite. My entire body is trembling and my ass is literally on fire. But god, how I want more. Be a good girl and crawl between my legs. Lick my clit honey. Suck my little girl dick while the Doctor assaults my butt hole." Without hesitation, Stephanie dove between the housemother's legs, happy to have Nadlicker's fat sausage within easy reach again. As the Doctor wrenched the final inch passed Ms. Delight's sphincter, Stephanie took turns nibbling Pussy's twat and licking Nadlicker's low hanging balls. As his dick emerged from her backdoor, Stephanie licked the thick vein that ran the length of the Doctor's rod, her soft tongue dancing a jig on the underside of his wet tool. The old man withdrew his rod and began a slow, steady drilling of Pussy's forbidden fruit. Almost instantly, the housemother's body quivered in orgasm, a feeling of intense arousal emanating from her ravaged rectum. Nadlicker continued fucking Ms. Delight's delightful cornhole with slow, steady strokes, her body glistening with sweat as she moaned uncontrollably. Her plump butt cheeks jiggled with each deep thrust as Nadlicker impaled her ass ball deep on his fat spear. Increasing his rhythm, Nadlicker felt the familiar boiling of jizz in his nuts, the same nuts that were currently housed in young Stephanie's hot mouth. "I'm going to cum!" Nadlicker announced, thrusting deeply into Pussy's beautiful butt. "Do you want to cum on my face?" Stephanie queried, her head positioned between Pussy's spread legs, inches from Nadlicker's pistoning rod. Only too happy to oblige, the Doctor withdrew his cock and shot a thick, frothy load all over Pussy's upturned ass and Stephanie's eager face. Not wanting to miss a drop, Stephanie licked the dripping spooge from her housemother's butt crack and sucked the remaining jizz from Nadlicker's softening cock. Always willing to share with a sorority sister, the sexy young cheerleader crawled beside Pussy and with a deep wet kiss, offered a mouthful of Nadlicker's special sauce for her housemother's enjoyment. Smacking their lips, the two naughty sorority girls, one a college teen the other a middle-aged chaperone, turned to face the spent Doctor, a wicked look in their eyes. "We would be happy to make you the house mascot," Ms. Delight giggled. "Then you could visit anytime," Stephanie continued. "Very inviting ladies," Nadlicker exhaled, wiping the sweat from his brow as he reached for his trousers. "But I must get back to the case of Penelope Prude or Sir Peter will have my hide. Do you have any ideas about her whereabouts?" Still diddling her smoking twat, Stephanie responded, "You might try the Rugby House on the Sporting Quad. Penelope is a big fan of the rugby team and her boyfriend is team captain," rolling her eyes, tongue in cheek as she made a cock-jerking motion with her free hand in front of her cum-covered mouth, insinuating a blowjob. "That girl just can't get enough rugby." "Speaking of Sir Peter, where is the old boy?" Ms. Delight asked, slumped against the sofa, her body slowly recovering from the assault on her anus. Looking at his watch, Nadlicker responded, "I presume he is currently in dispose… MEANWHILE… Back at the Contessa's loft, Sir Peter was indeed in Dispose; buried to the hilt in her actually. "Oh Sir Peter, your cock is unlocking sensations deeper in my twat than I ever imagined," the Contessa panted as Longfellow long-dicked the beautiful woman from behind. After briefly sketching his naked body, the Contessa had tossed aside her art utensils and pushed Sir Peter down on the recently used tapestry under the knights in armor. Wasting no more time, she had climbed on Longfellow's rigid boner and ridden him with incredible ferocity, her sexual fury only matched by her breathtaking beauty, her large, full breasts bouncing wildly as she worked her twat up and down on his long tool. Taking complete control, she ran Sir Peter through the paces; cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary, spoon, standing, before bending over a large wooden dining table and offering her incredible bubble ass for his pleasure. "Pound me from behind you strapping stud. I want to feel every inch of that long cock buried in my twat." Sir Peter had been only too happy to oblige. He had never met a woman so stately and beautiful and yet so sexually uninhibited and downright fucking hot. He couldn't help feeling she was using him for his cock, but fuck it; his dick was harder than he could remember and the boiling in his nuts foretold of an intense orgasm. "You like that big cock in your pussy, don't you Contessa?" Sir Peter teased. "Oh fuck yes. I love your giant dick. Now shut up and fuck me you delicious stud," she moaned. "Yes, yes, yes, bury that rod deep in my box. Fuck me like a dog in heat. Don't stop! Don't you dare fucking stop!!!" As he thrust his tool deeper and deeper into her heavenly box, the Contessa grabbed the purple dildo and reaching back between her legs, rubbed it vigorously against her swollen clit. "Oh yes. That is sinfully good," she purred as she rocked back and forth, impaled on Sir Peter's glorious meat. As she used her free hand to tweak her excited nipples and massage her bodacious breasts, her moaning reached a fevered crescendo, "I'm going to cum. Oh heavens, I'm going to fucking cummmmmm!!! Yessssssss!" Peter's pecker, driven insane by the Contessa's tight snatch, grew harder and his thrusts more intense. "I can't hold out much longer, my dear." "I simply must watch that beautiful tool erupt," the Contessa announced, her head turned enticingly to look Sir Peter in the eye. "Would you like to fuck my big tits and cum in my mouth?" "Your wish is my command fair lady," Sir Peter answered, withdrawing his slick fuckstick from her gaping hole. Turning quickly, the Contessa knelt before Sir Peter, guiding his lubed dick between her large, round breasts. Clutching her tits together, she began to slide up and down on Longfellow's raging boner. As his engorged head emerged, she licked the exposed gland before it disappeared again, lost in her bountiful cleavage. With the nasty flair of an alley whore, she spit on Sir Peter's pecker, providing additional lube as he fucked her tit twat. "Yes, that's it you big stud. Fuck my tits with your huge cock. I want you to explode all over me." Sir Peter reached the point of no return, grabbing his long, veiny cock and aiming his weapon at the Contessa's exposed chest. Eager to assist, the Contessa crossed her arms under her heavy breasts, offering an enticing target for Sir Peter's impending eruption. "I'm fucking cummmmmmiinnnnnnnnggggggggg!!!" Sir Peter screamed as his cock literally exploded, thick, stringy jets of jizz arching over the Contessa's boobs and splatting on the canvas behind her. "Yes, Sir Peter, cum for me. Cum for me you big beautiful stallion!" Spurts of jizz continued to erupt from his angry tool, coating the Contessa's beautiful face and puddling on her upheld chest. With the eagerness of a cat lapping spilled milk, she swallowed gallons of Sir Peter's spent seed, licking the sticky cum from her tits and off his still hard cock. "What a mess you have made, my naughty boy," she purred. "Get down here and help me lick the rest off my jizz-covered tits." Still eager to please the ravishing Contessa, Sir Peter dropped to his knees and attacked her rack with his tongue, biting her erect nipples and lapping his own spooge from between her perfect breasts. As he cleaned up the mess he so willingly created, the Contessa continued to stroke his hard cock, unable to take her hands off his fine equipment. "Your sword is beyond words," she quipped. "I expect visions of your turgid member will haunt my dreams for weeks." "Your words are too kind, my lady. I am only happy I was able to provide you a measure of pleasure," Sir Peter responded, his tongue still exploring the Contessa's magnificent mounds, grinding her large nipples lightly between his teeth. "I measure my pleasure in inches, my good Sir Peter, and your cock is the equal to even my wildest fantasies," she moaned, bending to lick the drying crust from Longfellow's tool, infatuated with his massive member. Struggling to regain his composure, aware work was still to be done, Sir Peter interjected, "Contessa, you really must control yourself. I must ask you about Penelope." "And I must ask you to fuck my ass, Sir Peter," the Contessa responded, ignoring Longfellow's enquiry. "You have ruined my pussy for mere mortal cock. Now I want you to train my ass to accommodate that menacing monster." "Contessa, I will gladly plow your backdoor, but I must insist saving that treasure for a later time. I promised the Chancellor I would find his daughter and duty calls." "Oh, you impossible man; of course you are right. If I help, will you promise to return and impale my ass on your magnificent manhood?" "That is a promise I will gladly make. Now, do you have any idea where I can find Penelope?" Refusing to release Peter's prick from her grasp, she stroked it lovingly as she answered, "Penelope posed for a scene on Thursday night with several members of the rugby squad. I was experimenting with gang bang themes and Penelope was the center of attention if you catch my drift." "She was gang raped by the rugby team here in your studio?" Sir Peter asked. "No, no. She posed nude on a table, the very same table you just bent me over, while the gentlemen surrounded her, bedecked in suits of armor. Here, let me show you my sketches." Grabbing her pad, the same one she had just completed sketches of Sir Peter's long fellow in, the Contessa showed Peter her work. Penelope lay prone on a giant wooden dining table, laden with fruits and meats. She was completely nude, her pale white skin contrasted strikingly against the dark oak table. Surrounding her were several knights, their suits of armor intact save for their codpieces. Each knight had his cock in hand and was stroking it over the lovely Penelope. "I was experimenting with themes of self-restraint. The men were allowed to touch themselves but not Penelope. The same was true for Penelope. I encouraged her to explore her body. The bananas in the fruit bowl were put to good use, if you catch my meaning. But she was not to touch the knights. It is a work in progress, but the men's frustrations make for compelling art, don't you think?" "Interesting and very bizarre," Sir Peter replied. "Exactly!" exhaled the Contessa. "Everyone got pretty worked up during the session but I had a class to teach, so I shooed them out hurriedly. I presume they headed over to the Rugby House to finish what they had started. Penelope had a crazed look in her eyes." Shocked, Sir Peter continued as he quickly dressed, "That doesn't sound like the Prude's daughter I know?" "Sir Peter, Penelope has evolved into quite a sexual being here at Trafalgar; a party girl if you will. The shy, introverted teenager that enrolled last fall has blossomed into a horny college coed. As far as I am concerned, more power to her. I assume the mock gangbang we staged here on Thursday night turned into the real thing at Rugby House. " "I presume you are correct, but I owe my old friend the Chancellor this favor." Dressing quickly, Sir Peter dialed Nadlicker. "Meet me at…" "Rugby House," Nadlicker completed Sir Peter's sentence. "Seems you found the same lead," Sir Peter quipped. "Did you meet the Contessa," Nadlicker continued. "Did I ever," Sir Peter chuckled, regrettably pulling his dick from the Contessa's horny hands to tuck it away in his trousers. "She is an incredible lady." "And a pretty good lay, heh?" laughed Dr. Nadlicker. "Indeed." Hanging up, Sir Peter made for the door. "Don't forget your promise, my studly cocksman," cooed the Contessa. "And bring that pervert Nadlicker with you. He can fuck my twat with his pudgy pecker while you deep-dick my ass." The Contessa giggled girlishly as she reached for her sculpting clay, rolling a long tube between her practiced hands, a reproduction of Sir Peter's proud member already taking shape in the wet clay. Insatiable, Sir Peter thought to himself as he turned to leave, his cock still maddeningly hard in his slacks, looking forward to solving the case of the missing Prude so he could take care of unfinished business with the lovely Contessa. Longfellow met Nadlicker on the front porch of Rugby House. "I hope this is the solution to our little mystery," Nadlicker intoned. "The game begins in less than an hour." "I feel confident this will be the end of the wild goose chase," Sir Peter replied. "But my good Doctor, I have an invitation you may find more intriguing than the game." Before Nadlicker could respond, a strapping young lad, pulling his rugby jersey over his head came barreling out the front door, nearly knocking the two gentlemen over. "Whoa there young fellow," Sir Peter began. "Can we ask you a quick question?" "I'm sorry sir," the player answered, "But I am running late for the big game." "We are looking for a young coed, Penelope Prude, the Chancellor's daughter. Have you seen her?" Sheepishly, the young man replied, "Well, ummm, you see, actually she is kind of the reason I'm running late. You will find her in the game room, up in the attic. I have to run." "Thank you son," replied Sir Peter. As the boy ran off down the road, Sir Peter yelled after him, "What did you mean she is the reason you were running late?" "I'm only a freshman and I had to wait my turn," the panting boy replied, heading for the stadium. "We freshman always get the sloppy seconds, or thirtieths in this case." "What did he mean, ‘wait his turn'?" Nadlicker asked Sir Peter. A knowing grin spread across Sir Peter's face. "I think Ms. Penelope is not as innocent as her parents are want to believe." Piecing one and one together, Nadlicker chuckled, "You mean Penelope is the house whore?" "Something like that," Sir Peter sighed. "And if your good friend the Contessa is correct, I think Penelope genuinely enjoys her new found hobby. Let's go solve this mystery." The men climbed the three flights of stairs and knocked on the game room door. "Next," came a faint voice from within. Opening the door, the gents were slammed in the face with the scent of sex. The game room floor was littered with prophylactic wrappers and used condoms, a trail of the spent rubbers leading to a large mattress in the middle of the room. Upon the mattress lay Penelope, stark naked but for the drying crust of jizz that literally coated her entire body, her long hair stringy and stuck to her face and back. Not even bothering to look toward the new arrivals, Penelope sighed, "I thought I had fucked the whole house; at least twice. But who's counting; let's go." Clearing his throat loudly, Sir Peter began, "Penelope dear, are you OK?" Even in her sex-induced haze, Penelope recognized Sir Peter's voice. "Oh my God, what are you doing here Uncle Peter?" She sat up, pulling the cum splattered sheet over her nude body. "Your parents are worried about you dear and I agreed to snoop around a bit. All trails led to Rugby House. And here you are." "Shit," Penelope exhaled. "I guess I'm fucked." "Looks like you've been fucked all night," Nadlicker interjected, chuckling softly. Ignoring his crass comment, Penelope locked on Sir Peter, "Please, Uncle Peter, don't tell Mommy and Daddy. I simply can't handle them. The punishment will be bad, but the guilt trip will be unbearable." More concerned with her well being, Sir Peter repeated, "Are you OK sweetheart?" "OK? Look at me, I'm fucking fantastic. I've got a little secret for you, Uncle Peter. I'm a goddamn nymphomaniac. I've been in this room for nearly two days getting the living shit fucked out of me. I'm sore, I'm tired, but I'm still fucking horny as hell. This is who I am; I just can't deal with my fucking prude parents right now. Pardon the pun, and the French."