The Intimate Memoirs of an Edwardian Dandy, vol.I

by Rupert Mountjoy

  Quite berserk, the lewd couple rolled around on the sofa as Frank's delighted penis slewed joyously in and out of her honeypot.

  There I go!' she squealed, and Frank tensed his frame as with a cry he crashed down one final time upon Polly's quivering body, his cock jetting spasms of spunk streaming inside her slit as she squeezed her thighs together and milked every last drop of jism from his spurting stalk. She showed no signs of releasing him until his penis started to deflate and only then did she allow him to pull it out of her drenched cunney. I would have liked nothing better at that moment then to have fucked Polly myself especially as I could see that her eyes were looking directly at the bulge between my legs as my stiffened prick twitched uncomfortably in the confines Of my trousers. But Goldhill cleared his throat and murmured: I suggest that we all leave here as soon as possible, the other servants will be returning at any time.'

  We could not ignore his warning so Polly and Frank began to dress and I turned to Goldhill to ask him where the table tennis bats might be found. He told me that they were kept with a bag of ping pong balls in a cupboard on the landing just outside the games room. 'Do you still fancy a game, Frank, or are you now too tired?' I laughed.

  'No, no, I'll happily play with you,' he said, buttoning up his fly buttons, 'although I'll tell you now that it won't be as much fun as playing with Polly!' 'No, I bet it won't,' I said sourly. I would have liked to have judged the difference myself.' 'Now, now, Master Rupert, don't be jealous,' smiled Polly, look, I tell you what, I'll come up to your room at eleven o'clock tonight and we'll all have some fun.'

  'All have some fun?' I queried.

  'Oh, yes,' she said gaily.*Master Frank must be there or I won't come. He has the most amazing prick-' 'Yes, yes, I know, it's so big for a boy his age.' I said heavily, but I wasn't really too put out at yet a further compliment given to Frank's huge penis.

  After all, my friend's cock was paving the way for my own prick to find its way between Polly's legs and so far, none of the girls who I had so far fucked-Diana, Cecily nor Sally-had made the slightest disparaging remark about the prowess of my cock and had indeed praised highly its abilities whilst performing l'art de faire l'amour.

  This incident first showed me how important it is to know that there will always be a fellow with more notches on his cockshaft than yours; just as there will always be bigger pricks and heavier ballsacks than yours to be seen in the sports club's changing rooms.

  But at the same time, there will always be those with tinier tadgers and it must be stressed that there are even some young men blessed with members the size of cucumbers who would gladly give their all to have taken part in the number of sexual experiences that you have enjoyed. Of course, I did not fully appreciate this maxim fully at this early stage in my sexual education but I do so now in toto and urge its acceptance to all gallant gentlemen. In fact, it turned out that I had only a couple of hours to wait until my carnal appetite was totally sated by the exquisite Polly Aysgarth who, I will tell you now, dear reader, left our service shortly afterwards to take up a position in Lord Borehamwood's establishment down in London. Roger, his Lordship's youngest son, became infatuated with the sensuous parlourmaid and proposed marriage. Rather than attract the publicity that would be certain to occur if Polly went ahead with a breach-of-contract suit, his Lordship settled the affair by giving Polly four thousand pounds and sending the Honourable Roger off to Australia. Happily, all worked out for the best as Polly settled down in an admittedly unconventional form of marriage with the Russian roui Count Sasha Motkalevich and Roger is now one of the most prosperous sheep farmers in New South Wales. Back however, to my story-on our way upstairs Frank and I heard the sounds of giggling coming from Mr. Nolan's quarters and it sounded as though Katie Harbottle was enjoying her private view of Fred Nolan's equipment. However, being gentlemen, we did not eavesdrop and marched on through to the games room. False modesty is just as foolish as overweaning pride, so I will not disguise the fact that I easily vanquished Frank at table tennis, even though he was the best all-round sportsman in my form. We played snooker for a while but neither of us were good enough to make a game of it so we decided to wander back to the drawing room. We met Fred Nolan and Katie just coming out of his room and he looked somewhat flushed of face whilst she was busying herself doing up the buttons of her dress. 'Did you find Mr. Nolan's equipment of interest, Miss Harbottle?' I enquired as we approached them. Without batting an eyelid, she replied sweetly: 'Oh yes indeed, I was quite overwhelmed by the sight of his accoutrements.' 'I'll bet she was, the naughty girl,' I murmured to Frank as we passed by them. The Harbottles left shortly afterwards and Frank and I retired in good time for my chum to be able to dash unseen into my room after changing into his pyjamas. 'I've only cleaned my teeth as I thought I could take a shower after we've fucked Polly,' he said, taking off his dressing gown. I was already eagerly anticipating Polly's arrival and was sitting naked on the bed. Frank decided to slip off his pyjamas, too, as the night was very warm. When we had waited for Diana and Cecily I had been totally confident that they would appear but for some reason I had a nagging doubt as to whether our lusty parlourmaid would keep her word. But I need not have worried because on the stroke of eleven there was an urgent tap on the door. I leaped down and opened the door a fraction -yes, it was Polly, also clothed simply in a dressing gown and looking anxiously up and down the hallway to make sure that she had not been seen. 'Quick, come inside!' I whispered and after she had slipped in I closed the door behind her.

  She sat on the bed and looked at Frank and myself. 'Well, boys, here I am and I hope that you two are good and ready for a good night's fucking because I feel very, very randy!' she said, letting the dressing gown fall from her shoulders to slide gracefully down her body. What a wonderful creation the human form is, I marvelled as, very deliberately, Polly traced her hands over her plump yet firm breasts before letting her fingers find their way around her belly and towards her dark, glossy pussey bush. Polly smiled knowingly as she rubbed her thumb against her pouting lips and flashed a saucy smile at us. 'Well, boys, do you approve of the goods on display or do you wish to return them to the manufacturer?' This was a somewhat rhetorical question for already both our cocks were standing smartly to attention and Polly inspected them critically. She was a happy, chatty kind of girl and she prattled away cheerfully as she took our two stiff pricks in her hands and rubbed them up to bursting point. 'M'm, these are two very good-looking cocks. I must admit, and I'm going to enjoy fucking and sucking them. But which one should I start with? Frank, yours is the biggest but size isn't everything. After all, Mr.

  Goldhill hasn't got a very big one either but he always manages to bring me off time after time which is more than your Uncle Martin did.

  Master Rupert, last time he was at Albion Towers. As Captain Luton down in the village-you know him, I believe, the old sailor who keeps the Fox and Feather Inn-is fond of saying, “It isn't the size of the ship that matters, it's the motion of the ocean!” So I think we'll start off with your prick. Master Rupert, and see what it tastes like.

  But don't fret, Master Frank, I won't leave you out of it!' And without further ado she swooped down, clamping her luscious lips around the red mushroomed crown of my cock whilst she grasped Frank's massive shaft at its base and started to wank the rigid rod as she sucked lustily away at my uncapped helmet, washing her tongue over the sensitive knob until I thought I would faint away with the pleasure of it all. I groaned and pressed her curly-haired head downwards until her lips enclosed almost all my throbbing shaft and she dipped her head up and down with a regular motion that sent waves of pure ecstasy rolling out from my groin. I saw Frank's hand snake out towards Polly's pussey as she continued to rub his stiffstander. She wriggled across so that his fingers could play in her shiny muff. 'Well done, that's the way!' she gasped as he nudged his forefinger against her cunney lips and entered her moist cunt. He pushed first one and then two fingers deeper inside her love-box as she ra
ised her hips up, panting breathlessly as he began to establish a rhythm. Her head continued to bob up and down over my twitching tool until I felt a great shudder of pleasure run through me and I shot a stream of hot spunk down her throat. Polly milked my prick expertly, sucking out every drop of frothy white essence out of my cock whilst Frank continued to play with her juicy cunney as she gripped his hands between her thighs and squeezed it hard against her dripping crack.

  Polly smacked her lips and said: 'Master Rupert, your jism is less salty than your friend's, so even if his prick is bigger, your spunk tastes sweeter. There, does that make you feel better?'

  Then without waiting for a reply, she turned her attention to Frank for she must have realised from the throbbing of his tool that he would soon shoot off if she carried on masturbating his manly pole.

  So she lay back on the bed and parted her thighs as Frank clambered on top of her to press his purple knob against her cunney lips. I took hold of his giant shaft and guided it home, sliding the head of the veiny rammer. He sank into her cunt with a grateful sigh of relief.

  Once his cock was totally enclosed in her channel Polly closed her thighs, making Frank open his legs and lie astride her with his penis well and truly trapped inside her pussey. 'I love doing this,'

  Polly panted lewdly. 'Now you just fuck away, young Frank, and let me feel your big prick rub against the sides of my cunt!' However, Frank could scarcely move his cock as the muscles of her cunney were gripping his shaft so tightly but he was happy enough as Polly began to grind her hips round, massaging his prick as it throbbed away inside her cunt which by now was dribbling its love juices down her thighs. I was now desperate to join the fun and games but my cock was still hanging limp. Then suddenly I had a bright idea and slid my hand under Polly's backside and inserted my forefinger in her bum-hole. My precipitate action surprised but in no way upset Polly, who wiggled delightedly upon my finger and squealed: “You naughty boy, Master Rupert, who's been teaching you about bum-fiddling then!' For some reason this set off Frank and so Polly shifted her thighs and eased the pressure around his raging prick. My chum began to drive wildly now, in and out, in and out like a steamhammer, fucking at such intense speed that I knew he would soon send his gushings of foaming sperm flying out into Polly's sopping slit. Meanwhile, Polly was being brought off all the time, building herself up to a tremendous orgasm as the fierce momentum of Frank's fucking made her pussey disgorge a veritable rivulet of love juice. She brought her legs up against the small of his back as I continued to jab my finger in and out of her arse-hole. Frank now bore down on her yet again, his body now gleaming with perspiration, fucking that, juicy pussey faster and faster, the rippling movement of his cock sliding at breakneck speed against the glistening skin of her cunney. Then with a groan he spurted his seed, drenching her cunt with his jism as Polly quickly closed her thighs together again as he released his entire copious emission, not releasing him until his tool lay still, shrinking back to its natural flaccidness inside her. Polly wriggled up and rolled the unresisting body of Frank on to the side. 'Now, now, boys, we've only just started! Master Rupert, your cock looks just about ready for another game!' She took hold of my burgeoning prick which was by now stirring anew and it swelled up to its full proud proportions in her fist. She then lay back and drew her legs apart to expose the mark as I took my place on top of her. I glued my lips to hers and clutched her swelling breasts in my hands as she kept firm hold on my cock, ready to place it in position-but she had no need to do so, for the combination of her own and Frank's juices had prepared the oven for the dish, so to speak, and had made her pussey so slippery that my cock immediately slid right in deep inside her cunney without any preliminaries whatsoever. As soon as I felt my cock ensconced in her wet, throbbing sheath I began to heave and shove to our mutual enjoyment Through the intensity of the sucking off she had previously given me, I was able to prolong the ride, bringing the trembling girl off twice before I added my own sticky liquid tribute to the pungent blobs of love juice that had formed all around her pussey lips and in her furry tuft of cunney hair. I slicked my still stiff shaft in and out of her willing cunt until Polly said: Hold hard, Master Rupert, it looks like Frank's cock is rising up again. I think we can now all three play together now, won't that be fun?'

  'I should say so,' said Frank, brandishing his erection in his hands and offering up the tip of his prick for Polly to suck. She slurped her lips over his bare red knob, liberally coating it with spittle before saying: 'I want you to fuck my bottom with that big cock of yours, Master Frank.'

  She leaned over so that both Polly and I were lying on our sides, for I was still threading her juicy pussey whilst the above conversation was taking place, but this new position allowed her to thrust her chubby buttocks out as I bucked my way into her cunt. Frank then grasped her bum cheeks and parted the rounded globes so that the tiny wrinkled brown orifice between them was fully exposed. He manoeuvered the glowing knob of his proud cock between the adorable cheeks of her ripe derriere and eased it blissfully within the puckered rim of her rear dimple. 'Aaah! Oooh! Aaaah! It's going in! You've filled me up, you randy little fucker!' she cried as Frank urged his cock majestically upwards and inwards into her willing bottom. Polly twisted in delicious agonies as her backside yielded to this attack, grinding her cheeks against Frank's boyish flat belly. At one stage we both pushed our cocks in together and I felt my own staff rubbing against Frank's with only the thin divisional membrane of Polly's cunney and bum-hole running between us. I came first, pumping jet after jet of frothy white spunk while Polly and Frank continued to writhe in new paroxyms of pleasure as Frank corked her bottom, stirring her blood so hotly that she spent copiously as she panted out: 'Come on, Frank, shoot your sperm up my bum. Ooh, that's right, work your shaft in and out whilst you rub my titties!' Frank rammed away in earnest whilst her bottom bounced upon his belly and his sturdy cock eased back and forth between her tightened cheeks until he deluged her little bum-hole with his spoutings, letting Polly climb once more to the very summit of the mountain of love in a final tremulous orgasm. We continued to revel in such voluptuous delights until our pricks were simply incapable of further use to the insatiable wench, even when she crammed both of our stalks into her mouth and attempted to suck them up again to fresh erections. Ye Gods!

  What a fizzling fucker was young Polly Aysgarth, a girl who taught me that to fully enjoy the pleasures of love-making, it is necessary to cast aside all mental restraints, for man was made for woman and woman was made for man and as for the parsons and other do-gooders who can only cavil at mutual enjoyment of The Sins Of The Flesh', well, the more fool, they! Polly left us shortly after two o'clock in the morning to sleep away the rest of the night in her own room. I was concerned that she would be reprimanded for not working well the next day, for she would have to be up at six o'clock sharp if not before, and less than four hours' sleep is insufficient for a hard-working servant. But Polly informed us that she had already arranged with Mr.