The Intimate Memoirs of an Edwardian Dandy, vol.II

by Rupert Mountjoy

  At first we both attempted to read but when I put my book down and took the trembling girl in my arms she did not push me away but giggled delightfully and brought her face up to be kissed. Our mouths met and in an instant her tongue was filling my mouth, probing, lapping and caressing, which made my prick swell up to its full height. My fingers found their way to the buttons of her blouse and I undid enough of them to allow me to slip my hand inside and squeeze the succulent spheres of her breasts, feeling the hardening nipples push against my palm. My excited prick was now threatening to burst its way out from the confines of my trousers but she slid her hands down to the bulge in my lap and quickly unbuttoned my flies as I wrenched off my belt. She drew out my swollen chopper and held it tightly in her hand as it stood up stiffly, twitching slightly as she worked her hand slowly up and down the throbbing shaft. Our mouths were still glued together as I slipped my hand under her skirt but immediately she pulled my arm down and muttered throatily: 'You naughty boy, Rupert! I haven't quite finished my monthly so we can't consummate our friendship this morning. But I do fancy sucking your delicious-looking cock.' We rolled about on the rug as I helped Gillian pull down my trousers and drawers and then she sat on my legs, her hands clasping my stiffstander as she bent her head down to kiss the rubicund bare knob. I closed my eyes and groaned with delight as she washed her tongue all around my helmet, nibbling at it with her teeth before gently easing my pulsating prick into her mouth, sucking furiously as instinctively I put up my hands to cup her breasts which swung invitingly before me. Then she placed a hand on my ballsack which sent wave upon wave of exquisite pleasure crashing through my body. I thrust my cock forward and pressed the crown further inside the warm wetness of her mouth. She was happy to engulf my shaft, sheathing it between her lips and licking and lapping my prick with gay abandon. No man's penis could resist such a cleverly wicked stimulation and I whispered hoarsely that I would be unable to hold back my spend for much longer. I always let this be known for there are girls, admittedly few in number, who enjoy sucking cocks but do not wish to swallow the spunk. I still find this difficult to understand for it can do them no harm whatsoever, but naturally their wishes must always be respected. But as Gillian said later when I mentioned this to her, she adored the taste of sperm and now she nodded as she squeezed my balls through their hairy wrinkled skin and with an immense shudder I expelled my creamy jism which hurtled into her mouth and which she swallowed with evident enjoyment. She sucked my cock with great skill, coaxing out every last drop of jism from my prick until I had been milked dry and she lifted her head with a sigh, smacking her lips in satisfaction. 'Rupert, your spunk has a gratifying tang. Perhaps we could meet at this time tomorrow when I shall be fully ready for you and you may fuck me for as long as you can keep your cock stiff!'

  'I look forward to it,' I declared, smiling my approval as we lay motionless, recovering our senses as the autumn breeze cooled our heated bodies. She gave my prick a final friendly rub before I stood up and put my clothes back on. 'Wild horses would not keep me away from you.'

  After supper I went to Frank's room where he, Barry and another friend, Leonard Letchmore were gossiping about the events of the previous night. 'I'm sorry in a way that I didn't take up my invitation to Doctor Blayers' party after all,' said Frank. 'Still, I did fuck Nancy and I'm pleased for Barry that he finally got his end away, as the vulgar colloquialism has it.' 'It was good of you, Frank, and I will never forget your kindness- nor that of Rupert, Beth and Esme,' said Barry with some emotion. 'Oh, Rupert, I almost forgot to tell you, the girls sent round a note insisting that they make dinner for us when we see them again. They have suggested next Tuesday which is fine with me. Is it convenient for you? Good, I'll write back tomorrow morning. God, aren't they two smashing girls. I'm so lucky to have met them.' 'Don't get too carried away,' advised Leonard as he poured out glasses of port for us. 'First love can often be idyllic and you were well served. But there are plenty more fish in the sea to be landed, old chap, and as my uncle Sir Jonathan always says, keep playing the sport until you find the special girl with whom you want to stay with for the rest of your life.' 'What, and never fuck any other girl again?' said Frank ironically. 'Supposedly not, though in my uncle's case that practice has certainly never been put into effect! Mind, he's a rogue of the first order though jolly useful as far as I was concerned. I'll wager that few chaps received such a sixteenth birthday present as I was given by Uncle Jonathan.'

  'This sounds interesting-tell us more,' I said, settling down in an armchair. 'Well, my birthday is in July and I had just come down from Eton. Actually, my birthday was on the very day I came home and to be honest I was rather miffed to discover that every single one of my relatives and friends, with the sole exception of Uncle Jonathan, had remembered the day and sent me cards and presents. I was especially mortified as he had been perhaps the closest of my many uncles and aunts. But then later that evening I received a hand-delivered letter marked “Strictly Private” and which was delivered to me in great secrecy by our butler, Conway, when my parents were elsewhere in the house, as Uncle Jonathan had previously instructed him. It read:

  Dear Leonard, I haven't forgotten your birthday although it might have so appeared to you. Now you know my flat in Albemarle Street off Piccadilly? We met there in Spring before we went to the theatre with Aunt Anita and your cousins. Be there sharp at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon and you'll have your present. But whatever you do, don't tell your parents about this or it will spoil the surprise. Your affectionate uncle, Jonathan Letchmore 'What was I to make of this note? Naturally, I obeyed his instruction and told my parents the next day that I fancied a brisk constitutional in Green Park. We live in Belgravia so I hailed a cab to take me to Uncle Jonathan's pied a terre, which he kept partly as a spare apartment for visitors from abroad as Aunt Anita hails from the United States and partly (as I thought in my naivete) for certain business purposes. As we circumnavigated the hazards of Hyde Park Corner, I racked my brains wondering as to what birthday present Uncle Jonathan had in mind and why it could not be delivered like all the others. 'Despite the usual heavy traffic I arrived there just before the appointed hour and the porter recognised me as he swung open the front door. “Good afternoon, sir, your uncle told me to expect you. He'll be with you later but you're to go right on up and wait for him, if you don't mind.” So I took the lift up to the fourth floor and saw to my surprise that the door of Uncle Jonathan's apartment was slightly ajar. This is becoming curiouser by the minute, I said to myself as I pushed it open. There seemed to be no-one else there and one look sufficed to tell me that there had been no burglary. I stood by the sideboard in the lounge and was about to pour myself a sherry when the door from the bedroom opened. Had the flat been visited by robbers after all? I gripped the decanter in my hand, ready to wield it as a weapon.' He paused dramatically and Frank asked excitedly. 'Go on, Len, who on earth was it? A sneak thief who had managed to climb in from the fire escape?' 'A jolly good guess, Frank, but no, nothing like that-the unexpected visitor had been invited by Uncle Jonathan and she immediately apologised for startling me.' It was a woman, then-a friend of your uncle no doubt, who the porter had let in before you,' suggested Barry Jacobs.

  Leonard beamed and continued: 'You're getting closer to the mark now. Yes, the porter had let her up to the flat on my uncle's specific instruction. She told me that her name was Fiona but I hardly heard her sweet voice as I gazed upon the pert mass of dark curly hair which had popped round the door. Then a tiny hand brushed the hair away and I could see the most exquisitely beautiful girl framed in the doorway, as pretty as a picture with a face that was somehow disembodied as she smiled, showing pearly white teeth which sparkled in the sunlight that poured through the windows. She came in and shut the door behind her and when I saw her figure, dressed in a loose cotton white dress that was as good as transparent in the bright rays of the sun, I noticed that she was barefoot-and in the back of my mind I somehow thought that I had some
where before seen this heavenly apparition. “Hello Leonard, we've never been introduced but I know who you are-and we're not total strangers as you saw me when your uncle took you to the theatre last April,” she said, taking my hand in hers. “Ah, were you about to pour yourself a sherry? I think I'll join you if I may.” 'Of course! This sweet girl was on the stage of the Alhambra and to her delight I remembered her name and the song she sang so delightfully in the musical show Berkeley Close. “You're Fiona Forster and you sang Love In The Park,” I said with a great effort of memory and she clapped her hands in glee. “Oh Leonard, how clever of you to remember the song. Did you enjoy the show? It's just finished its run after almost ten months at the Alhambra.” '“Very much so, and I remember how well you sang and how pretty you looked on stage,” I said, blushing to the roots of my hair. She squealed happily at this compliment. “Oh I can see for sure that you are your uncle's nephew.

  What a nice compliment and I'm so pleased you could come round to the flat this afternoon. '“I know why you're here as well. You've come to collect your birthday present,” she added roguishly. I looked at her in astonishment and in all innocence asked: “How on earth did you know that?” '“Goodness me, you silly boy, don't you know? I'm your birthday present!” she said happily and in one quick movement she raised her dress over her head and for the very first time in my life I looked in awe at the sensuous beauty of the naked body of a pretty girl. I could hardly believe my eyes as she smoothed her hands over the creamy spheres of her firm breasts. I was rooted to the spot as she pirouetted gaily about the furniture, flaunting her tight rounded bum cheeks and the curly mass of hair which sprouted in a thick triangle at the base of her flat, white belly. Then she stood still in front of me and held out her hand. “Come on, Leonard, don't be shy. Come into the bedroom and take off your clothes.” I still could not believe what was happening-as if in a dream I followed Fiona into the bedroom and she sat me down on a chair and bent down to unlace my shoes. My heart was pounding,” I could feel the perspiration on my forehead but I slowly regained control though surprisingly, even though this delicious nude beauty was peeling off my socks, my prick remained obstinately limp and the thought crossed through my mind that I wouldn't be able to get it up, even though this problem had never occurred during our circle jerks at school or when I had read the copy of The Temptations Of Cremorne in the Geography master's study! '“Didn't naughty Uncle Jonathan even give you a hint of what your present was going to be?” she cooed as she helped me unbutton my shirt. I shook my head and she giggled as she loosened my trousers. In a trice I was naked save for my undershorts. She made me stand up and on her knees slowly pulled down my pants. Perhaps not surprisingly I now felt curiously vulnerable for I was so overcome by a mixture of lust for this gorgeous girl and concern that she might laugh at my fumbling efforts to fuck her that my prick dangled uselessly between my legs. 'But Fiona was wise beyond her years and she whispered: “Don't be nervous, Leonard, it's always a little difficult beginning the race but you'll run well enough once you reach the starting line.”

  Slowly at first, she gently stroked my cock and peeled back the foreskin to expose the domed mushroom of my bell-end. This instantly produced the desired effect and as my truncheon stiffened she allowed her fingers to trace a path around and underneath my balls which made my whole body tingle with gratification. After a while she closed her fist around the burgeoning shaft, sliding her fingers along its length until my prick stood up proudly at full erection. “There, that's a lovely thick tool for such a young boy. It looks good enough to eat,” she said admiringly and I trembled with joy as, still on her knees, she opened her lips and her pink tongue shot out to lick my shaft from base to tip. I clung to her tousled head as she now kissed my rampant chopper, letting the tip of her tongue flick out to tease my bare knob. Then she opened her mouth wide and encircled my cock with her lips before jamming the throbbing tool inside its heavenly wetness.

  Her head bobbed down and like a serpent her tongue slid round and round my rod, rolling it cunningly across the swollen knob, and I could feel the playful bite of her pearly teeth as she nipped the sensitive skin of the underside. 'My prick swelled to bursting point and very quickly I spurted a creamy emission into her luscious mouth. She eagerly swallowed every drop of spunk and perhaps because I had spent so quickly my prick was still ramrod stiff as I slowly withdrew it from her lips. The dear girl planted a series of butterfly kisses on my glistening helmet and heaved herself to her feet “Now for your next lesson,” she murmured as she gripped my prick in her hand and led me to the bed. She threw herself down upon it and drew me upon her. I looked down at her exquisite nude body, her slender long legs, her uptilted pointed breasts with the flat belly below which her curly haired pussey glinted in the warm sunshine. I may have lacked any previous experience but Nature told me to take her in my arms and with my mouth on hers I lovingly caressed Fiona's smooth thighs and then raised my hands to rub my fingers against her raised raspberry nipples. But my kind mistress was not yet finished teaching me the refinements of l'arte de faire L'amour. “Eat my pussey, Leonard, don't be shy. I adore having my cunney licked out,” she panted, pushing my shoulders down with her hands. Again, I had read about this practice in The Oyster la spectacularly rude underground magazine-Editor] but had never had the chance even to attempt it before. In fact the nearest I had ever come along this path was to French kiss Joanna the parlourmaid and squeeze her breasts through her domes whilst she rubbed my cock against my flannels. 'Yet by now I had lost much of my nervousness and I prised her legs apart and buried my face between her unresisting thighs. I sniffed her delicate feminine aroma and let my tongue lap freely around the moist curly hair around her cunney lips. She pressed my head forward with her hands and lifted her bottom off the bed, forcing my nose against her cunney. I moved my head slightly upwards and as my hands slipped under her quivering body to clasp her bum cheeks, I slipped my tongue through the pink love lips and licked between the inner grooves of her cunt which was now starting to gush love juice. I tasted her fragrant sweetness, rousing her to new peaks of delight, and I sucked deeply on the pouting cleft that rubbed up and down on my mouth as I tongued her erect, rubbery ditty. Her hands now ran wildly through my hair, pressing on my temples as if to direct this onslaught. She exploded as I continued licking and lapping, swallowing her salty fluids as her hips and bottom moved in synchronised rhythm with my mouth. My face rubbed against her curly bush as she screamed again with delight and, heaving violently, Fiona managed to achieve a second spend before pushing my face away from her juicy crack. '“Fuck me, Leonard! Oh, you must fuck me now!” she gasped as she drew me up until my hue was level with hers. Then, throwing her arms around my neck, she drew my lips to hers as she thrust her wicked tongue into my mouth with all the wild abandon of love, shoving her backside upwards to meet my charge. But I was so excited at the thought that I was about to fuck my first girl that I could not find the entrance to her cunney! I jabbed my hips backwards and forwards, moaning with frustration as I failed to sink my shaft into the eagerly moistened channel that awaited it. Fiona opened her legs wider to make it easier for me. She placed her hand around my raging cock and directed it towards the waiting gap. I sighed as I felt the first thrilling sensation as it eased between the puffy outer lips of her cunt This was all the help I required and like an iron bolt my prick battered through the cunney flesh, separating the folds of sticky skin and fucking deeper and deeper as my throbbing tool plunged into her, stretching the resilient love channel to its utmost. She spread her legs and bent her knees so that her heels rested upon the small of my back. I pressed home slowly and I marvelled at the wonderful sensations produced on my swollen staff by her tight little cunney. I began to find a rhythm and fucked her with long, simple strokes, glorying in the electric tingle that spread up and down my spine as I slowly withdrew my glistening pole before plunging it right back in. If I may say so without seeming smug, we both enjoyed my first fuck, for Fiona was an exce
llent teacher, slowing me down and then urging me to quicken the pace as her juices lubricated her cunney walls, making my shaft squelch merrily in and out of her honeypot. She twined her legs about my waist and asked me to put my hands under her hips as I pushed forward and buried the entire length of my cock in her hungry snatch. As I did so she began to rub her ditty hard against my rigid rod and her soft moans turned to a rising scream as she urged me on. “A-h-r-e! You dear boy, push on! Come now, Leonard, empty your balls!” she cried out and I began to pump wildly, feeling my ballsack smack against her bottom as together we scaled the heights of ecstasy. I crashed huge shoots of love cream into her sopping cunney and this brought down her flow of pussey juice, which flooded her luscious nest, and our fluids oozed down in a trickle across her thighs. 'We lay panting as I slowly withdrew my glistening cock which was still almost as stiff as before it first entered her glorious quim. When we had recovered our senses she began to fondle my cock and her hand moved rhythmically up and down my stiffening shaft between her long fingers. As my prick hardened I felt myself being pushed upon my back and Fiona said: “There are other ways to enjoy fucking, Leonard. I particularly like being on top because it allows my ditty to be rubbed by the tip of the cock but some men, rather foolishly to my way of flunking, find it demeaning in some way to be beneath a female during love-making. Mind, these are the rough kind of fellows I would never let get in between my legs. Still, that's another story. Let me show you what I mean about the girl-on-top position.” 'She climbed up on top of me, bending forward to kiss my lips as I cupped those voluptuous breasts in my hands, feeling the hard little titties against my palms. Her oily cunney lips were just touching the very tip of my helmet, which made my staff tremble with anticipation. When she moved her hips so that her cunney lips slid over my knob, I thrilled in the clinging wetness as she lowered herself gently until almost all of my throbbing length was inside her. “There, isn't that nice?” she asked, and I gasped back how perfectly splendid it was as she raised herself up and then suddenly plumped herself down hard, impaling herself on my cock which revelled in its surround of warm, wet cunney flesh. flow she squealed as she moved her body up and down, using her thighs to ride me, bobbing herself up and down so that her breasts jounced up and down as I met her downward thrusts with jerks of my hips upwards. I panted heavily with this exertion as Fiona heaved herself up and down on my twitching tool, taking every last inch of me deep into her hairy pit, and the continuous nipping and contractions of her clever pussey soon brought me to a rip-roaring spend. At first I tried to hold back but I could not deny the boiling spunk that was racing up from my balls and I sent a tremendous jet of jism up into her cunt as she rocked up and down, faster and faster until with a delighted yell she writhed in convulsions of joy as her orgasm enveloped her body and she shivered all over, almost swooning away as her cunney disgorged a rivulet of love fluids all over my matted pubic thatch. '“Well, what do you think, Lenny, was that as good as before?” she gasped as she rolled off me to lay panting in my arms. “Just as good if not even better,” I replied truthfully. “I read somewhere that this method is known as the lazy man's fuck and I can see why. You have to do most of the work.” 'But before she could answer we were startled by a fruity chuckle from our right. “Well now, you look as if you've been working well enough already, nephew,” commented the gentleman whose portly frame filled the doorway. It was none other than Uncle Jonathan himself! “I'm glad to see that my birthday present has been opened,” he continued, smacking his lips with evident gusto. '“He's a chip off the old block and fully deserved his treat,” said Fiona. “Oh, do come in, Jonathan, if you are staying and shut the door. I want to fuck Leonard again so you'll have to share if you want to join us.” '“I will with pleasure,” said my randy uncle who tore off his clothes with an amazing rapidity and in a trice was on the bed with us, his veiny cock heavy as it lay semi-erect over his thigh. “After all, there's nothing like keeping it in the family.” I motioned as if to leave but Fiona caught my arm. “No, no, don't go-let's see if I can stiffen you up to ride your cock again, and while we're at it your uncle can fuck my bum if he can't get in my cunt,” she suggested.