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."