The Intimate Memoirs of an Edwardian Dandy, vol.I

by Rupert Mountjoy

  'Keep going! Keep going!' she screamed as she arched her hips to welcome the approaching spend and happily Frank was able to continue to squirt his spermy white tribute inside her as she shuddered to a wonderful climax. The young couple sank back exhausted into the happy reverie that follows the opening of the gates of love and my own cock was now standing as stiff as a poker as Diana stood in front of me with a pensive look in her eyes. We kissed and as our bodies crushed together she slid her hand down to my backside and without warning slipped a finger into my arse-hole. I gasped with the shock and my shaft responded by butting forward blindly against her silky blonde muff. She released her finger from between my clenched buttocks and guided my cock to her pouting cunney lips. An exquisite sensation spread over my shaft as the hairy dryness of her bush gave way to the damp promise of her wet cunt. Rubbing herself up against me, she continued to urge my bursting knob inside her ever-opening crack.

  Then, with the easy grace of a ballet dancer, she lifted her right leg and hooked it around my waist. At once my member slid at least halfway inside her cunt and, as I pressed myself deeper inside her salivating cunney, she carefully linked her hands behind my neck and swayed back to look at me at arm's length. “There you are, Rupert, fucking can be a most artistic affair when performed by an agile couple. Now, please hold me very tight.' As I did so, the graceful girl pulled herself towards me and raised the other leg, locking both her legs now around my waist and impaling herself completely upon my delighted prick. Clinging to me, she nipped and nuzzled my neck as I clasped her to me. She gave a small sigh and wriggled as if to take up a more comfortable position. I clung on to her waist as now she swayed back again but this time let go of my shoulders so that her body was arched backwards with her arms hanging loosely and her fingers trailing on the eiderdown. Then, as I supported my delicious burden, she slowly pulled her body back up to me, and I could feel the muscles of her back ripple under my hands as she repeated the movement. But this time, as she clung to me again, she lifted herself slightly, taking her weight now on her arms and pressing down but not too heavily upon my shoulders. With her legs still locked around my waist, this enabled her to smooth her cunney in an almost teasing way along my cock. I felt the butterfly touch of her erect little clitty as it rubbed its way exquisitely on my shaft which was made even more slippery by her free-flowing juices. Diana then began to rotate her hips and we began the inevitable journey towards our climax. I felt her cunt grip my cock even harder as we entered the final stages. She shivered and trembled as she first reached the desired haven and seconds later I too started to spend, spurting my hot jet of love juice inside her and Diana gurgled with joy as the frothy white cream filled her cunney and she shuddered with ecstasy as she milked my twitching tool of every last drop of sticky essence. We collapsed in a heap on top of Cecily and Frank and we stayed there in a tired but contented tangle of naked limbs. But the girls were not yet sated! Frank and I dug deep into our reserves of strength and produced two fine fresh stiffstanders and we developed an excellent fucking chain with Cecily on her knees, leaning forward to gobble my cock whilst Frank pushed his prick into her cunt from behind whilst he frigged Diana's pussey as the blonde temptress exchanged the most passionate of French kisses with me and I fondled her erect raspberry nipples that were as hard as immature pricks as I rubbed them between my fingers. To conclude this afternoon of lechery, the two girls lay down again and played with each other's pussies, each fingering the other as Frank and I knelt down to have our cocks sucked, mine by Cecily and Frank by Diana.

  So ended Frank's first fuck and for both of us, a valuable lesson in recherchi fucking. We learned much from this lusty joust, not least perhaps, the necessity to experiment until one finds one's way to best please both oneself and one's partner. This is a most important maxim which I gladly pass on to budding cocksmen both young and not-so-young who may be reading my carnal confessions.

  CHAPTER THREE. A Night To Remember

  All good things come to an end, as my dear mama was wont to say, and to the chagrin of Frank and myself we only managed one further hectic bout of fucking with Cecily and Diana before the girls were whisked away unexpectedly only three days later by Cecily's parents, Sir Jack and Lady Cardew, to spend the rest of the summer at the sumptuous villa of Lord Zwaig, in the heart of the Dordogne region of southern France. We cursed our luck as we were looking forward to a summer holiday like no other, spending our days exploring the multifarious joys of love-making. However, this was still to be a vintage vacation for my sturdy young cock, for the very same morning that we heard the gloomy news about the impending loss of Cecily and Diana, the weather changed as it so often does in this country and the rain fairly howled down, leaving us no alternative but to spend the entire day indoors. Frank leafed through a copy of Country Life whilst I idly explored the books in a cabinet usually kept locked but which, on this afternoon, was unaccountably open. I picked out a thick volume covered for some reason not with a cloth or leather binding but by a plain wrapping of brown paper. My curiosity was aroused and when I opened the book to my great surprise I discovered that I had chanced upon my father's bound copy of The Oyster, an anthology of stories from the most salacious of illicit magazines. I had never actually seen the publication myself but Hammond, the captain of cricket at St Lionel's, once obtained a copy from a sporting acquaintance of his father. Alas, it never reached beyond the exalted studies of the sixth form landing before it was confiscated by our housemaster, Mr. Prout, after Hammond had carelessly left it folded inside his Latin text-book. Even more surprising to me was the fact that the book began with a special introduction 'on the delights of good fucking' penned by a frequent visitor to our house, one of my father's oldest and closest friends, that famed traveller of the Indian sub-continent, Professor Grahame Johnstone of Edinburgh University. 'Frank, you must come and look at what I've found here,' I called out excitedly to my friend. 'I can hardly believe it but my pater has been keeping a copy of something really fruity in this bookcase.' “You don't say,' he said as he ambled over to see for himself. 'Gosh! What kind of book is this? I've never seen anything like this in my life!' he exclaimed as he riffled through the pages and stopped at a fully coloured illustrated photographic plate. We pored over the picture which had, as its background setting, the inside of a cobbler's shop.

  In the foreground, in full view of a shocked-looking clerical gentleman peering through the window, an attractive girl was shown on her knees, her breasts bared, pleasuring a happy young fellow whose trousers and drawers were round his ankles and whose veiny cockshaft was being lustily sucked by the comely red-haired miss. The caption under the lascivious photograph was: 'She was only a cobbler's daughter but she gave the boys her awl', a jocular play on words made even more amusing by its very rude complementary illustration.

  There were several other such photographic plates, all artistically hand-coloured by Michael Harper We sat engrossed by this truly superb collection of coloured plates which showed girls and boys in the nude, both singly and together, enjoying themselves in a variety of love-making positions. Even more surprising was the fact that we were certain that one of the models was Mr. Newman, the former games master at St Lionel's, who left the school only the year before to take up a similar post at Eton College. If it were another gentleman, I would have been amazed for the likeness to Mr. Newman was to the tee, even down to the small appendectomy scar on his stomach.

  Frank's cock had now hardened in his trousers and he pulled out his bursting prick to relieve himself by a quick wank. 'Well, well,' I commented, laying my hand around his hot, throbbing shaft. 'What a size yours swells up to these days. It seems to have grown even bigger since your first fuck with Cecily the other day.' 'I do believe you're right, Rupert. I think it's probably about another half inch longer and probably a bit thicker too.' We then jumped out of our skins as a merry female voice suddenly broke into this lewd conversation. 'So it's Cecily Cardew who you've been having fun and games with, alon
g with Diana Wigmore! I wondered if you'd found a partner for your friend, Master Rupert, or whether Miss Diana would be asked to share her favours!' We looked up to see who was so knowledgeable about our secret-thank goodness it was only Sally, the prettiest of our parlourmaids, whose shapely curves had been in my thoughts during many a tossing-off since she joined our household the previous November. Sally was a real smasher and I had thought that a great many of our male visitors thought so too-from the vicar, Reverend Lavery, and old Doctor Attenborough, our local medical practitioner, to my Uncle Algernon (Lord Trippett) who always seemed to find some trifling excuse or other which would involve Sally taking something up or bringing something down from his bedroom and always, come to think of it, when my Uncle was in there by himself! One could hardly blame Uncle Algy, for Sally was more than a cut above the ordinary. Her fair-skinned features were well set off by a hint of pretty freckling around her nose. Her light blue eyes sparkled gaily and her tresses of blonde hair were pinned up underneath her black maid's cap. She was perhaps taller than the average and her firm curvaceous figure promised delights galore, especially as she always wore her white blouse with the top buttons open, giving a delicious view of the swell of her proud white breasts. I was aghast though that Sally appeared to know far more than she should about what Frank and I had been up to over the previous few days. But what could I say?

  Frank too was similarly tongue-tied, and I must say that he did look rather funny, standing there with his hand round his prick which still stood high and mighty despite the interruption. It was left to Sally to break the ice. Walking towards us and casting an admiring eye on Frank's tremendous tadger, she said: 'So, Master Frank, you think that your cock has grown since you fucked Miss Cecily? Well, you do have a big one for your age, that's for sure -now how would you like me to finish you off?' Frank found his voice at last. I should say so!' he exclaimed as Sally ran her fingers along his visibly palpitating prick. 'Fair shares for all!' I cried, unbuttoning my flies and bringing out my own substantial shaft for her inspection. 'M'm, that's a nice-looking tool as well, Master Rupert, even though it's not quite the size of your friend's. But then, size isn't so important. It's how you put to use what the Lord has blessed you with, as the vicar is always telling me. After all, your father's pal Algy Moncrieffe hasn't got a very big cock at all, but he's probably the best fuck I've ever entertained between my legs, and that's the honest truth.' With these wise words Sally grasped our two throbbing tools. Poor Frank was already so excited that he spent almost immediately. Sally was only nineteen but this did not prevent her saying regretfully: 'Ah, what a pity, but you young boys can't last out like older men.' However, I did manage to hold on a little longer than Frank before my prick also jetted out a prodigious stream of spunk all over one of Mama's favourite Chinese rugs. 'Damn, how on earth are we going to clean up the carpet?' I wailed but Sally was not flustered by the problem.

  'Don't worry, boys, I'll fetch a bottle of Dr Stanton Harcourt's cough medicine and rub in a few drops. Mr. Goldhill showed me how to take out sperm and cunney juice stains out of my sheets after he fucked me the day after I joined the staff. You know all butlers have their way with the girls, given half a chance, and I didn't mind obliging-especially as I can always wangle an extra day off here and there from him if I promise that I'll suck his prick some time afterwards!' So our starched old retainer was another in our household not above enjoying a good fuck, I mused as Sally continued: 'Yes, the mixture's quite marvellous at removing all traces of love-making. It's quite a good weed-killer too, which is worth remembering! Now, take off your trousers so you'll be ready for when I return.' We not only took off our trousers but also our shoes, socks, shirts and vests so we were both stark naked when Sally returned with the bottle of Dr Stanton Harcourt's magic liquid. 'Oooh, how nice,' she said as she carefully locked the door behind her. 'I'll be with you both just as soon as I've attended to this carpet.'

  When she had completed her chore she unbuttoned her blouse completely and shrugged off the garment. She was wearing nothing underneath and we gasped at the sight of the curvy rondeurs of her uncovered breasts. How firm and proudly they jutted out and how stalky were her rose-red nipples that she tweaked up against her palms as she lifted the nude beauties as if offering them up to us for closer inspection. What lovely nipples they were, well separated, each looking a little away from each other and tapering in well-proportioned curves until they came to two crimson points set in the pink circles of Sally's aureoles. These taut titties acted as magnets to my hands as I fondled these succulent spheres, rubbing her rubbery red nipples until they were as hard as my stiff cock which was pressing up against her flat tummy. 'Quick, I want you to fuck me before you spend,' she said urgently. She stripped off the rest of her clothes and turned round, bending over so that her glorious bum cheeks were only inches away from my straining knob. She stood with her legs apart and my hands trembled as I parted the chubby soft cheeks, as white as alabaster. I paused for a moment to savour the sight of her pouting cunney lips as they stretched open to reveal the flushed inner flesh of her cunt. I leaned over her and Sally whimpered as she felt the smooth crown of my cock wedge itself between her buttocks.

  Before fucking from behind with Cecily and Diana I would have certainly been too shy to attempt a fuck in this fashion but experieritia docet and she turned her head round to look at me with her limpid blue eyes and murmured: 'Go on, Rupert, fuck me in whatever way takes your fancy!' What a wonderfully open invitation but, as aforementioned, I did not attempt to cork her winking little bum-hole.

  I propelled my prick, which was now as hard as rock, as far forward as I could manage and Sally wiggled to enable my shaft to enter the supple, glistening crack of her cunt. Fiercely, I pushed onwards, burying my cock to the very hilt so that my balls banged against her backside as I pulled back a little before plunging in deep inside her welcoming cunney. I began to fuck the delicious girl with a quickening pace, my ballsack now slapping against her arse as she cried out with delight, her whole body rocking in rhythm with my cock as it slithered in and out of her juicy pussey which squeezed open and shut like a slippery fist as we thrilled each other with our bodies. I held her round the waist with one hand and leaned round to rub the nipple of one of her magnificent breasts with the other, which excited her greatly. I felt Sally explode into a series of peaks of pleasure as I continued relentlessly to pump in and out of her pussey. Her cunt was incredibly tight and wet and her love-channel clung to my cock as I rode her to the very limit. Again and again I drove home until I felt the familiar surge building up in my balls. At the same time Sally screamed and shuddered to a superb climax as I gushed a torrent of hot spunk into her crack. What a blissful fuck this was and I withdrew my still semi-stiff shaft, which was gleaming with its coating of Sally's pussey juice, and the cheeky girl turned round and chuckled: Ten out of ten. Master Rupert, I told you that the size of a prick is relatively unimportant.' I stroked my penis proudly and Sally took hold of it with both hands and rubbed it between her palms until it regained its full length and strength and rose as hard as iron against my belly. 'Can you carry on for another fuck?' she asked anxiously. When I nodded my assent she gave my sturdy staff a frisk final frigging before laying herself down on a nearby couch. She then told me to come over and lie on top of her and to straddle her body with my legs. I did as I was told and Sally took hold of my pulsating cock, pulling me forwards and I assumed that she was going to suck my throbbing tool. But no, she placed the sticky shaft in the cleft between her breasts and squeezed them around my pole. 'Go on, Master Rupert, fuck my big titties!' she whispered and I began a further lesson in the delights of l'art de faire l'amour. I was not over-sure as how best to continue but instead let nature take its course. I rocked my hips to pump my rigid rod up and down the snug cleft of Sally's breasts. It was extraordinarily sensuous, especially when she leaned her face forward and took the crown of my cock and began licking and lapping it as it moved to and fro between her breas
ts.

  'I'm coming! I'm coming!' she wailed, one hand now dipping between her legs to finger her pussey and the other teasing my balls and arse. 'Oh yes, yes, yes, you're making me come by fucking my titties!' She threw back her head as she continued moaning and her white teeth gleamed as her lips parted and her eyes closed in ecstasy as she spent profusely. Her blood was still up, though, and the last thing she wanted to do now was to stop this grand sport. But would my now tiring cock be able to continue with this now frenzied fucking? As I now know, there is no strong performance without a touch of fanaticism in the performer. I held on as I found new strength to slide my pole backwards and forwards. She clamped her lips around my knob and sucked hard, sending little electric currents along the shaft. Then she released my knob from her mouth and pushed my shoulders upwards and told me to be still. Who was I to disobey such a sweetly spoken command? So I lay back and let Sally clamber over me. First she made herself comfortable, sitting astride me and trailing those magnificent breasts up and down my torso as she leaned forward so that her tawny nipples flicked exquisitely across my skin.

  Then she lifted her hips and crouched over my truncheon which stood high in the air with her cunney directly above my knob. She took hold of my staff and encouragingly rubbed the pulsating pole before cleverly positioning my uncapped helmet so that it pressed directly against her clitty. Rotating her body, she edged forward slightly to allow my rigid rod to enter her. Ever so slowly she lifted and lowered her sopping pussey and each time she sank downwards my cock went deeper and higher inside her until our bodies simply melted away in sheer delight as she lay sated upon me, my prick so fully ensheathed inside her cunt that our pubic hairs were enmeshed together. I heard Frank draw in his breath sharply and turned my head to see my friend sitting on the edge of his chair, his big prick visibly swelling as he frigged it up to its fullest stiffness. 'Go on Rupert, fuck her juicy cunt,' he muttered. 'And when you've finished perhaps I can have a go!' Our senses were now at fever pitch. My upward strokes excited her into taking up a fresh, fierce little fucking rhythm as she thrust down to meet my movements to cram every inch of hard cock inside her cunney. Now we both felt the first unmistakable tremors of an approaching spend. Shudder after shudder ran through Sally's quivering body as she half sat back again so that I could best cup her plump breasts in my hands. She gave a choking cry and began to ride up and down on me with a renewed vigour, forcing herself down even harder on my cock. It even crossed my mind that her cries might attract attention from outside the library! Then I felt that magical first stirrings as my spunk began to force its way up my distended shaft. Sally sensed this and immediately she ceased all movement, her cunt now halfway down my cock as she reached down to kiss me. Twice more she arrested our spends until she was fully ready for her own orgasm. She moved up and down with shorter, faster thrusts and I responded with similar upward jerks. Her mouth was open and she was gaping and moaning as we reached the very brink of ecstasy.