The Intimate Memoirs of an Edwardian Dandy, vol.I

CHAPTER TWO. A Whoresome Foursome

The sunlight was already beaming through my bedroom curtains when I awoke early the next morning. As usual, my sturdy young penis was as hard as a brick and, as was my regular habit, I gripped my smooth shaft in my right hand, frigging it slowly up and down as I closed my eyes and dreamed with lustful anticipation of what might be in store for me that afternoon. The previous evening I had tossed myself off twice thinking about how Diana Wigmore had sucked my cock and then later had allowed me to fuck her. It occurred to me that I should not spend this morning if I wanted to perform properly in the afternoon. But there was no way I could resist rubbing my prick in my closed fist until I had spent copiously all over my pyjamas. In my haste I had forgotten to reach out for the spunk-stained handkerchief I kept hidden in my bedside drawer! I have always enjoyed a good wank and take issue with those foolish folk who warn against the practice for supposed reasons of health or morality. On this occasion, though, after the riches of genuine fucking, the joys of self-induced simulation were but limited. I cursed silently as I leapt out of bed and unknotted the cord of my pyjama trousers. I put them in my laundry basket and hoped that the sticky stain would be undetected by the servants before the offending garment was washed. I looked at my watch. As it was only just after six-thirty, I decided to polish up some verses I had composed when I returned home after my fateful meeting with Diana. I sat at my desk and, after poring over an exercise book, pronounced myself satisfied with the following poem of praise to my new-found love:

Oh when I shall behold, my love, Your merry eyes, your fair-skinned face I cannot wait until my arms Enclose you in my tight embrace Yet though I've sworn so many times The world no sight can show, To match your locks, your lips divine, Your bosoms' hills of snow. For sweeter now is what I have seen, Two lips have I beheld And lovelier on a happy day, A mound which does excel. Your breasts can boast no swell as fair, No teats that these eclipse; Your lovely face can scarce compete With such enchanting lips. For now I've seen your hairy mount Where all your favours centre, Yes! I have fucked your juicy cunt And wish again to enter! 'Well, it might not stand up to a Shakespearean sonnet, but then neither should it be thrown back in my face,' I muttered to myself as I then jotted down the draft of a covering letter: Dearest Diana, I dedicate these verses to you – I can think of no better way to express my heartfelt love and gratitude for the way you initiated me into the joys of coition. I will never forget our glorious love-making as long as I live.

Your ever affectionate friend, Rupert I put the exercise book safely away (or so I thought at the time!) in my bedside drawer, resolving to copy out the poem carefully in my best writing and give it to Diana with a bunch of flowers which I could obtain from Stamford, our ancient head gardener, who had been employed at Albion Hall for the last thirty-five years. I then ran a refreshing cool bath. Doubtless because I could not clear my mind of the promised joys to come, my prick refused to lie down until my soapy face flannel had travelled up and down the shaft to provide the necessary manual relief. My father had already taken an early breakfast and left the house when I arrived downstairs, for the local petty sessions began today and he had sat on the bench as a senior magistrate since the family had returned home from India. My mother was also preparing to leave as she had a committee meeting of the Liberal Association to attend that morning. (Much to my father's chagrin, I should add, for he was a crusty old Tory. To his credit, though, it must be added that he simply accepted the fact that Mama and later myself were both wedded to a progressive political philosophy, even when we both staunchly supported the Suffragette Movement which demanded the right of women to vote.) 'Would you please pass my apologies to Frank, dear, as I doubt if I shall be here to greet him when he arrives,' said my Mama as she passed me the morning newspaper. This meeting will probably drag on until mid-afternoon as we have to choose our candidates for the forthcoming county council elections and for some reason there are more budding politicians than ever. Now your Papa has commandeered the motor car to drive to court and I shall need the Brougham so I suggest you go with Wallace in the landaulet to the station and meet your friend there. His train arrives at Ripley Valley station just before a quarter past eleven. Remember to leave in good time as it's market day and the roads are likely to be congested.'

If anything, it was even warmer than the previous day and I closed the folding hood over the passenger compartment as Wallace, our second coachman, drove at a steady pace through Ripley, a pretty village whose main street is prettily shaded with trees. Its fifteenth century church has marks on the outside of the east wall that are attributed to bullets fired by Cromwell's soldiers-some say, when shooting prisoners taken at Marston Moor during the English Civil War.

I made a mental note to take Frank on a walking trip round these parts as history is his favourite subject and he would be fascinated to see the house in the village of Scotton where Guy Fawkes lived as a young man. We arrived ten minutes before Frank's train was due so Wallace and I sat sunning ourselves on the platform whilst we waited for the train. It arrived punctually and Frank jumped out eagerly to greet me. 'Hullo, Rupert, how smashing to see you,' he said, heartily shaking my hand. 'My mother gated me until I was over this poxy chill but I'm fighting fit now and ready for anything. I know that you're not that keen on cricket but tennis is all the rage in town these days. I've brought up a couple of rackets and some balls so we could have a game-it'll be great fun especially in this weather. Your neighbour, Doctor Wigmore, laid out a court if I remember rightly-if you haven't fallen out with him perhaps he would let us play on it.'

I grinned as Wallace collected Frank's cases and we walked over to the exit. 'I haven't seen Doctor Wigmore since the Easter vacation but I met his daughter Diana yesterday,' I said with a grin.

'Fine, perhaps she would also be keen to play? How about this afternoon if the weather stays fine?' I was sorely tempted to reply: 'I'll say, but at a much better game than tennis!' But I held my tongue until we were seated in the coach and Wallace had driven us out of the station yard. Once we were on our way I turned to him and said: 'Frank, I like playing tennis and though you'll probably beat me hollow I'll do my best to give you some sort of a game. But I've already made other plans for us this afternoon which, as it happens, involve Diana and one of her girl friends.' 'Well, that's all right, we could play doubles.' I gestured impatiently.

'Listen, old boy, forget tennis for a moment. How would you like to play a game you've dreamed about since you've had hair growing round your cock?' As I expected, this startled him into an astonished silence! 'You heard,' I repeated. 'I'm not joking, no really I wouldn't jape about something so important. Just play your cards right, young Folkestone, and you'll be fucking a pretty girl this afternoon just like I did yesterday! It beats tossing off any day of the week, I can tell you!' 'I don't believe it, Rupert, you're having me on, aren't you?' he said, half-afraid perhaps to accept such wonderful news and then be brought down to earth with a hefty bump when he learned that I was only teasing him. 'Honestly, I'm not joshing, Frank, I swear I'm not,' I earnestly assured my pal. I went on to tell him of my great adventure into manhood and how Diana and her friend Cecily would meet us at the old barn that very afternoon for some further frolics. “This sounds too good to be true,' he breathed. 'Why, the very thought is already making me feel terribly randy!' He wriggled uncomfortably in his seat and I could clearly see the bulge in his lap. 'Ha! Ha! Ha! That's made you forget all about tennis, hasn't it?' I laughed. 'Well, Diana wanted to know if you were ready for your first fuck and, from the size of your stiffstander, I don't think she and Cecily will be too disappointed!'

They won't be disappointed at all,' he said with mock indignation. 'Haven't I got the thickest prick in our dormitory? Look, I'll show you, I bet you can't match this for size!' He ripped open his fly buttons, releasing his big red-headed cock, which stood up stiffly as he frigged it up to its fullest measure. He then helped me pull out my own stiff truncheon which, though not so massive an instrument, was still substantial enough to have satisfied Diana Windsor-as I hastened to remind him. We were now so fired up that we handled each other's tools in an ecstasy of anticipatory delight, and the proceeding ended by a mutual tossing off, aiming each other's emissions of gluey white jism onto the newspaper which luckily I had brought with me to read on the way to the station. 'Well, I hope no-one wants to read The Times any more today,' I quipped as we entered our carriage drive. 'I'll hide it in my jacket and chuck it in a bin when we get indoors and if anybody asks for the paper, I'll say I left it on the platform by mistake whilst helping you down with your luggage.' Goldhill, the new butler Mama had persuaded to our household from Lord Mozer's establishment, was ready to greet us at the front door. As instructed I dutifully passed on Mama's message to Frank and Goldhill asked me at what time Mrs. Randall should serve luncheon. 'Oh, one o'clock will suit well enough, only do tell her that we will require only a very light meal-I would suggest perhaps one of her famous cheese omelettes with fried potatoes and a green salad with a fruit compote to follow. 'Would that suit you?' I asked, turning to Frank. 'Absolutely spot-on,' he replied with a grin.

'We don't want too much to eat if we're going to take some strenuous exercise this afternoon.' Goldhill nodded. 'Very good, Master Rupert. Might you young gentlemen be playing tennis later, for I noticed that Master Frank has brought his tennis rackets. Your equipment is in the games room and I'll get one of the maids to bring it downstairs for you. Will you also require balls?' With a great effort my chum stifled his laughter as I gravely replied: 'Yes, we'll need our balls this afternoon, Goldhill. But I'll help you unpack, Frank, and we can take our tennis togs with us in my games bag.'

Now as you may imagine, dear reader, Frank and I hardly did justice to Mrs. Randall's tasty fare. We bolted through our luncheon and stuffed our tennis clothes-white short-sleeved shirts and thin white cotton trousers-into two sports bags. 'Pack all your stuff in one of your own cases, Frank. I've just remembered a couple of things to take that we'll find very useful.' We were in so much of a hurry that Goldhill had to remind us to take our rackets!*You won't play very much tennis without these, young gentlemen,' said the old retainer with a grave smile. 'With luck we won't be playing with them at all!' muttered Frank under his breath. When we were on our way down the drive he turned to me and said: 'Rupert, I don't doubt your sworn word but I'm still frightened that this is all a lovely dream and that in a minute I'll wake up in bed with an aching stiff prick!'

'Have no fear, the girls will not let us down,' I reassured him, although I too could hardly take in our good fortune. We reached the old barn ten minutes before the appointed hour and I spread out on the clean wooden floor the eiderdown I had packed in my bag. 'Voila, this should make for more comfortable fucking,' I said with satisfaction.

'Yes, so long as the girls arrive,' said Frank, nervously moving his weight from one foot to the other. 'Why don't we change into our tennis outfits?' I suggested. 'It will help pass the time and we won't have so many clothes to take off when we begin our fun.'

'What a good idea,' he agreed and we took off our shoes and socks and then our trousers, taking care to fold them neatly before placing them in our valises. We had both just taken off our shirts and were standing solely in our drawers when the door opened and the forms of our two frisky young fillies stood framed in the sunlight. Never before nor ever since have I clapped eyes on two such superb contrasting examples of female pulchritude. The blonde beauty of Diana was marvellously complemented by the equally pretty Cecily's wavy brown hair, her graceful Grecian face of rosy cheeks, large dark eyes and lips as rich and red as midsummer cherries. The exquisite girl was deliriously proportioned with large, heavy breasts covered only by a cream-coloured blouse, of such fine silk that it was almost transparent. Frank and I could easily make out the shadow of her swollen nipples that pressed so invitingly against the softness of her clothing. 'Goodness me, were you two boys planning to begin the proceedings without us?' said Diana brightly. 'Cecily, I do hope that these two boys have not been seduced into the ways of Oscar Wilde and the homosexualists!' The other girl chuckled, showing pearly white teeth which we were to see frequently exhibited in a later succession of winning smiles that were rarely to leave her charming face. 'It would mean that we will have wasted our afternoon, but they might just be changing their clothes to prepare themselves for our visit.' 'Indeed, that this precisely what we were doing,' I grinned back. 'Frank, I have the honour to introduce Miss Diana Wigmore. Miss Wigmore, this is Frank Folkestone, my best friend at St Lionel's.' 'How do you do?' said Frank, shaking hands with the cool blonde beauty. 'Very well thank you-what a funny experience being introduced to a boy unclothed except for his drawers! Still, I will give you both the benefit of the doubt as to why you are both so scantily clad and introduce my best friend, Miss Cecily Cardew of Harrogate. Mr. Folkestone, Mr. Rupert Mountjoy, Miss Cardew.' The formalities over, I asked the girls if they would care for some refreshment. I flourished an ice-box in which stood a bottle of champagne that I had sneaked out of our cellar before luncheon. 'There are even four glasses inside it,' I explained as I opened it up. 'My Uncle Gilbert gave it to me for Christmas last year, isn't it a useful gift?' We rapidly finished off the bottle of Krug '87 and, though we were far from being blotto, the bubbly fizz certainly loosened our tongues. We were very soon engaged in a most relaxed and friendly conversation. Earlier in the morning Diana had also brought a quilt into our secret hide-out on which she and I sat, whilst Frank and Cecily lolled together on the duvet I had taken from one of our spare bedrooms. 'We had a good fuck yesterday, didn't we, Rupert?' said Diana chattily. 'It wasn't good, it was magnificent!' I responded, putting my arm around her waist. 'I can't wait to fuck you again.' 'All in good time, you randy boy, all in good time,' she riposted. 'But what I really would like first is to see Frank fuck Cecily-we have presumed that, like Rupert, Frank has never before made love and Cecily has a great urge to rectify this sad situation.

Haven't you, my dearest? Despite being only seventeen years old, she is far more experienced than I, having tasted the fleshpots of London with Sir David Nash and all the other young rogues of Belgravia.'

'Not all of the others, if you please, Diana, though I could tell you a tale or two about Lord Andrew Stuck and his friend Matthew Cosgrave! Still, I will admit, dear Frank, that the idea of fucking your virgin prick very much appeals to me. In fact, I have quite a fancy for it right now. How do you feel about the matter?' Frank gulped and said: 'I'd like nothing better'. But we could see that he was nervous and I knew how he must be feeling – I too had butterflies in my rummy just before I made love to Diana, and that was without any spectators to witness the event! 'Go on, Frank, don't mind us,' I said to try and help my friend. 'We're going to kiss and cuddle as well, don't you know.' Cecily stood up and let her tongue pass sensuously over her lips as she slowly unhooked the tiny buttons of her blouse. With feline grace she opened the garment to reveal the luscious swell of her large breasts topped by nut-brown nipples, already as hard as little sticks, sticking out at least a whole inch in length. She cupped these exciting globes in her hands and, kneeling down in front of Frank, she rubbed the palm of her hand against the bulging erection hidden in his drawers. 'Dear me, Frank, it was just as well you began to undress before Diana and I arrived – I do so hate wasting time with unnecessary preliminaries. Now, is that a cucumber you have hidden in your pants or are you really excited by my bare titties?' she asked with a mischievous glint in her sparkling brown eyes. Alas, poor Frank was so overcome by his emotions that, though at school he was rarely lost for words, the thrilling sight of this exquisite half-naked girl left him completely tongue-tied and he could not find his voice to make a reply to this amusingly rhetorical question. Indeed, the poor chap was so overwhelmed that he made no attempt to help Cecily when she took hold of his undershorts and tried to tug them down. 'Frank, old fellow, lift yourself up,' I urged.

This did the trick, for he recovered his composure and raised his arse so that Cecily could slide his drawers under his bum. She then lifted them over his stalwart staff which was standing as high as a flagpole.

Diana craned her head forward for a closer look at his tremendous erection-for it was no idle boast that Frank had made earlier on our way home from the station when he laid claim to be the proud owner of the thickest prick in the Upper Fourth form at St Lionel's-and the two girls admired the tumescent proportions of Frank's cock. 'What a whopper for such a young sport!' cried Cecily, stroking Frank's throbbing tadger with the tips of her fingers. 'It is one of the biggest I've ever seen,' agreed Diana.*My sweet Cecily, I wonder if you will be able to accommodate such a monster.' 'Just watch me,'

Cecily advised her friend. 'I have not yet come up against a prick that is too big for me to suck.' Both Diana and I admired her dextrous technique as she began by clasping Frank's plump penis with both of her small hands, and massaging his gigantic tool up to bursting point.

She then leaned over and took the mushroomed head of the purple bulb between her lips, jamming down his foreskin and lashing her tongue around the rigid shaft. She tickled his helmet with the tip of her pink little tongue and then she opened her mouth to take in almost half his enormous erection whilst her hands played with his hairy ballsack. She swallowed hard and then somehow managed to take in almost all of his swollen stem. Diana and I watched in fascination as her tongue flicked out to lick the soft underfolds of skin along the base of Frank's shaft. She sucked lustily upon his succulent cock, sliding her lips along the rock-hard rod, gulping noisily as the helmet of his smooth skinned knob slid against the roof of her mouth to the back of her throat. He'll spunk too soon if she's not very careful,' Diana whispered to me as her hand slipped inside my under-shorts to grasp my own pulsing organ, which had already ballooned up to stand stiffly upwards. The soft touch of Diana's fingers soon set my tool twitching with excitement. Cecily had also surmised this probability and she pulled her head up and said to Frank: 'Here it comes, Frank-your very first fuck. Lie down on your back and let me take charge.' He did not have to be asked a second time as he lay back, his thick prick poking up in salute as she swiftly pulled off her skirt. My cock throbbed uncontrollably at the sight of the curly brown bush that surrounded the visible lips of her pussey cunney lips! Now totally nude, Cecily straddled Frank and took hold of his yearning tool and placed it at the gateway of her cunt.

'Ready, steady, go!' she cried as she slid down his cock until it was totally engulfed in the warm, wet walls of her cunney. As soon as it was lodged deep inside, she swayed back and forth. Frank frantically arched his body up and down and his face reddened and his breathing quickened until, as we expected, he shot his sperm right up inside her. Cecily raised herself off Frank's prick which now glistened with their liquid libations. She grasped hold of his sperm-coated shaft, which was still almost as stiff as when she had first sat on it, and after a few quick wanks, his cock was back up to its full majestic height. 'Now it's your turn to call the tune!' she said gaily as she lay down and pulled his sinewy body over her. Frank's shaft slid joyously into her hungry pussey and, with barely a pause to take breath, he started to pump up and down in a steady rhythm, his arse quivering with every movement of his hips. Looking back on this erotic event, I must say that although this was his first fuck, Frank had a natural understanding of what was required of him. He did not rush in and out like a man possessed-perhaps because Cecily had cleverly decided to get his first spunking out of the way as quickly as possible-but he thrust home steadily, taking his time as he withdrew and then re-entered the juicy haven of her cunt. This pleased Cecily, who began to toss and turn as she gasped: 'Oh, lovely, really lovely, Frank, you big-cocked boy-ram in harder, you won't hurt me!

Ah! That's the ticket! I want to spend as well, you know!' Her bottom ground and rolled violently as she threshed madly under his renewed onslaught. She clawed Frank's back and he grasped her shoulders and began to ride her like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. Her legs slid down, her heels drumming a tattoo on the quilt as she arched her body upwards, working her cunney back and forth to meet the fierce thrusts of Frank's powerful tool. 'I'm coming, yes, I'm coming!

Yes, there I go!' screamed Cecily as Frank shuddered, his penis sheathed so fully inside her cunt that his balls nestled against the luscious cheeks of her bum. With one last mighty shove in and out of her pulsating pussey, he sent the trembling girl right off into the sweet ecstasies of a superb spend as his prick squirted jets of glutinous white sperm exploding inside her cunney, on and on until the last dribblings oozed out and he sank down on top of her, his weight pinning her to the ground as the last delicious throbs died away.

Cecily manoeuvred him to her side and they lay together in each other's arms, panting heavily to get back their breath, but with blissful smiles of fulfillment upon their faces as they sensibly let their exhausted bodies enjoy a well deserved rest. This first-rate fucking had so galvanised both Diana and myself that her hand travelled faster and faster up and down my own hard stiffstander and almost immediately after Frank had shot his load, my own trusty tool also sent a fountain of spunk high into the air and I spent copiously, sending blobs of jism over the sleeve of Diana's dress!

I apologised profusely, saying with some embarrassment: 'Oh dear, I am so sorry, that's the second time I've spent over your clothes.'

But Diana refused to blame me and said: 'No, please don't apologise, the fault was all mine. I should have taken off my clothes before I started to toss you off. Let's both undress now-I far prefer to fuck naked anyway and we won't have to worry about any further accidents.' We stood up and I pulled down my pants as Diana threw her dress over her head to reveal that the naughty girl had already dispensed with her underclothes. Her beautiful bare breasts, with their jutting red nipples and the abundant thatch of silky blonde hair between her legs fired me with the most urgent desire. My penis gradually swelled up to its former height and hardness and suddenly her tousled blonde hair was between my legs as she kissed my now rampant cock. Her tongue flicked out and washed my unhooded helmet and when she opened the lips wide and encircled my staff, instinctively I moved forward to push my prick even further inside her mouth. Her wicked tongue lapped all over my knob, savouring the blob of juice which had already formed around the top, and her teeth scraped the tender flesh as she drew me in between her luscious lips, sucking in all of my shaft and sending shivers of pure pleasure racing from my thrilled tool throughout my entire body. She circled the base with her hand and started to bob her head in the most sensual of rhythms as she sucked away with gusto. Then she let my cock fall from her mouth to nibble and slurp her tongue upon the soft wrinkled skin of my ballsack. This sent me into fresh paroxyms of delight. Finally, she filled her mouth with saliva and again palated my prick as I plunged my raging shaft between her lips. Very shortly afterwards I let out a great bellow and spent copiously, filling her mouth with the hot gush of sperm that cascaded out of my throbbing tool. She gulped down my spend with obvious enjoyment, drinking me dry as slowly but inevitably my sated shaft shrank down to dangle down flaccidly between my thighs.

Diana led me back to our eiderdown and I sank down, quite hors de combat after this strenuous erotic engagement. Diana stood over me and sighed: 'Oh Rupert, your poor little cockie looks so forlorn. I suppose it needs a rest.' I nodded dumbly as Cecily called out: 'I'm afraid that I have the same problem with Frank's cock, Di-look, it just flops around all over the place.' And to prove her point, she took hold of his limp penis and rested it in the palm of her hand. She squeezed his shaft and rolled back his foreskin to uncover his knob, but his recalcitrant rammer stayed obstinately in a deflated state.

'Please, just give us a little more time to recover,' Frank begged with heartfelt vehemence. Cecily cocked her head to one side and then snapped her fingers as a new plan of action suggested itself to her. 'I have just thought of the solution to all our problems,' she exclaimed, rising to her feet. 'Frank, you go over there and sit down with Rupert. Diana, you come and lie down here and we will show the boys how well we can manage without their silly pricks.' Now remember, friendly reader, that Frank and I were the merest novices in l'art de faire l'amour, so do not be surprised when I say that whilst we readily obeyed Cecily's request, we truly had no real inkling of what was in her lewd mind. Frank scrambled to his feet and came across to join me. Meanwhile, to our amazement, Diana had taken his place in Cecily's arms. They kissed like sisters at first, their lips meeting in a tentative brushing that gradually deepened into a firmer urgency.

Then their mouths opened and Cecily slid her hands up and down Diana's back until the blonde beauty was shuddering in her arms, thrusting her breasts and pussey forward as her own hands slid down to squeeze the plump cheeks of Cecily's dimpled bottom. The two young women were now kissing and cuddling with great affection, and Frank and I watched in astonishment as they ran their hands around each other's breasts and thighs, squealing with delight. Cecily pushed Diana backwards and began to tongue her ear with rapid little flicks of her tongue. This brought moans of joy from the blonde girl who squeezed her legs together and murmured her encouragement as Cecily pressed her long nipples between her fingers before substituting her tongue, drawing circles all around Diana's titties before dipping her head downwards over her white belly towards her golden fluffy nest. She kissed all around Diana's honey-coloured bush before she separated her folds with her fingers to coax out the first dribbles of love juice from her pretty pussey. Diana opened her legs even further apart and all three of us could see the red crack of her cunt. 'Oooh, I'm so wet, get your fingers in me quickly!' she pleaded. Cecily immediately obliged, inserting one, then two fingers inside her squelchy cunney, rubbing and playing with the gaping crimson slit, working her fingers in and out slowly at first and then faster and faster as Diana's cunney became wetter and wetter. She found the stiff button of her clitty and frigged it by twiddling the little rosebud with her thumb and forefinger whilst with the other hand she played with Diana's nipples, rubbing them against her palm which made Diana shriek with delight as she spent all over Cecily's questing fingers. 'Now it's my turn to repay the compliment,' said Diana when she had recovered her composure. 'My pussey is more than ready to receive you,' replied Cecily, stretching out languidly like a spoiled contented kitten.

Diana pulled herself on top of the dark-haired girl, positioning herself so that their pussey mounds ground together and then she leaned forward first to nibble Cecily's chewy, rubbery nipples and then working her mouth all over her gorgeous breasts, her flat white belly and inexorably downwards to her curly brown muff. Cecily had clipped her bush around her cunney lips and the pressure of Diana's lips around there was very soon sending her wild. Now at the beginning of this two-girl exhibition, the sight of the two tribades making love to each other had filled Frank and myself with a new surging lust. By this stage in the proceedings both our pricks had risen up to a vigorous erectness. 'By Gad, I'd give anything to be there with them,' I murmured as I smoothed the tips of my fingers along the smooth underside of my knob. 'Do you think they'd mind?' Frank muttered, his hand now also gripped around his thick cock, capping and uncapping his swollen helmet which bulged over his clenched fist. 'Well, I suppose we ought to wait for an invitation, though I'm sure they would not be offended if we asked.

Let Diana finish sucking Cecily's pussey and then I'll say something.'

Not long afterwards, my judgement was vindicated by the lewd girls, both of whom very much enjoyed playing with each other as an occasional change-for as Cecily was later to remark, as in most all other activities, variety is the spice of life-but their main preference was for throbbing stiff pricks in their cunnies. We did not have to sit on the sidelines long, for Diana was soon hard at work-though work is hardly the correct word for she kissed Cecily's large nipples before saying: 'What a pretty girl you are, darling!

Such firm, proud breasts and as for your pretty pussey, just looking at those pouting lips and the red crack between them makes my own cunney wet! If only I were a man, I would like nothing better than to stick my big hard cock in your cunt and spend all day pleasuring your pouting pussey. Damn, I don't even have a dildo here to push in and out of your slit! Never mind though, let's see if I can bring you off with my tongue. After all, I haven't failed to do it yet, have I?'

When she ascertained that Cecily's cunney was ready for the attack, she grasped the quivering girl's bum cheeks, one in each hand, and gently kissed Cecily's dampening slit, her mouth probing against the yielding fleshy lips, nuzzling her face against the curly brown hairs of Cecily's love-mound. She rubbed the brunette's heavy breasts, making the titties stand out like two dark little bullets, as she softly repeated her rude plan of action to make Cecily spend, about how she was going to slip her tongue into Cecily's cunt and rub her mouth all around it as she sucked her ditty. These lewd musings fired Cecily's fancy and she cried 'Do it, yes, do it!' as Diana plunged her face into her muff and passed her tongue lasciviously around the cunney lips. Cecily yelped as the clever minx found her clitty almost at once and began teasing the erect little rubbery flesh which now projected out from Cecily's crack. 'Oh Diana, you are the best cunney sucker in the world!' she screamed, her legs now drumming against the ground as the other girl continued to work her face into the sopping cleft between her thighs. Diana sucked harder and harder with increasing ardour, rolling her tongue round and round, lapping up the aromatic love juices which were now freely flowing from Cecily's cunney. Within less than a minute, this relentless stimulation achieved its desired effect as Cecily cried: 'Oooh! Aaaah!

A-h-r-e! Yes, I'm there, I'm there!' She started to spend as her hips bucked, her back rippled and then with a final little scream her cunney spurted its final tribute, splattering Diana's face and filling her mouth with the tangy essence which she greedily lapped up. Cecily shuddered into limpness as her delicious crisis slowly melted away.

By now, Frank and I could scarcely contain ourselves and it was with great joy that we heard Diana call out: 'Come on, you two-your cocks should be rock-hard by now.' Indeed they were, and in a trice we were at their side. 'Lie down beside me, Frank,' ordered Diana who immediately clamped her red lips around Frank's prick and began sucking it with unashamed relish. Cecily then heaved herself up and told me to also kneel down. She encircled her hands around my throbbing staff and began to play with it, hugging it and pressing it against her gorgeous big breasts, squeezing it between them, pressing it against her cheeks, gently rubbing it with her hands and taking my bared helmet between her rich, full lips, softly tantalising it with her wet little tongue. She now sucked on my truncheon in earnest, lashing her tongue around my pulsating pole, and drawing my shaft inside her hot, wet mouth. The sensation was unbelievably grand but a short throaty cry from Frank made me turn my head to one side, just in time to see him spend. Diana was fucking his huge cock so voluptuously with her mouth that he could no longer delay his spend. He shot off his spunk with a final thrust as she milked his agitated penis of sperm, noisily emptying his tightly scrunched-up balls and gulping down his copious emission of sticky white jism as his twitching tool slid forwards and backwards between her lips. An apprehensive whimper escaped my lips as Cecily decided to pull back her mouth from my own palpitating prick and substituted her hand which was tightly grasped around the base of my shaft. 'Oh, please don't stop sucking, Cecily, it was so delicious. I was just about to come in your mouth!'

I pleaded unsuccessfully, for she had hauled herself up to sit pressed against me. 'Never mind, darling, instead just look at Diana, the saucy minx- don't you agree that she possesses the most succulent backside you could ever wish to see! Doesn't the brazen hussey enjoy showing it off! Well now, so far you've fucked her juicy cunney, Rupert, and in return she has sucked your sturdy stiff prick. Now perhaps you are ready to perform a further service for her.' She breathed sensuously in my ear and, as Frank sank back on his haunches, Diana wriggled her body around to present me with a full view of her rounded bum cheeks. Cecily continued her lewd whispering: 'Now feast your eyes on the lovely globes of her bottom, Rupert, and just think of how exciting it would be to slew your thick prick between those luscious beauties she is flaunting shamelessly in front of you?'

These lewd thoughts fired my imagination but still I hesitated.

'Perhaps so,' I questioned. 'But how can you be so certain that Diana would like me to do what you propose?' 'Ask her yourself if you must, but I know well enough what she wants,' replied Cecily, nipping my ear-lobe with her sharp little teeth. But I had no need to take this matter further for Diana turned her head round and looked up to us. She suggestively thrust her pert bottom upwards and said, smilingly: 'She is right, Rupert, I really would enjoy having your cock up my arse! But first, dear Cecily, would you be kind enough to anoint Rupert's penis with the pomade you will find in my bag? He has such a thick shaft that it will need the extra lubrication.' 'Of course, Diana, it will give me the greatest pleasure to smear the pomade upon his sturdy stiffstander,' cried Cecily, rising to perform the errand demanded by her lovely friend. She rummaged through Diana's bag and triumphantly brought out the bottle of oil. She slicked a liberal amount upon my throbbing cock so sweetly that my cock threatened to release a libation of spunk before even beginning its planned libidinous journey between Diana's quivering buttocks. To prevent such a dreadfully unfortunate occurrence, I gritted my teeth and somehow cast my mind to a subject so tedious that it would send the sperm reversing back along its channel to my balls. So I concentrated upon the conjugation of the dullest irregular Latin verb to prevent myself sending a gush of jism all over her hand. By this titanic effort, I managed to hold back the flow of semen that had already been manufactured in my balls. I must mention, incidentally, that I have used this stratagem ever since. Without a shadow of doubt it has benefited my command of the majestic language of ancient Rome and-which is of far more importance-has indubitably heightened my ability to hold back flooding my partner's pussey until she too is ready to release the tangy liquid elixir of her own spend.

However, on this occasion, Diana leaned forward to raise even higher the chubby white cheeks of her arse. Cecily carefully positioned my knob between them. 'Push forward slowly but firmly,' advised Cecily, realising that I was new to the sport of bum-fucking.

I parted Diana's buttocks to open up her wrinkled little bum-hole that beckoned me in so invitingly. Then I followed Cecily's advice and pushed forward steadily as instructed. Despite my worry that I might injure dear Diana, I was able to shove forward without any problem until my prick was completely ensheathed in her bottom, with my balls touching the backs of her inner thighs. I rested a moment and then slowly began to pull my penis backwards and forwards. It was obvious from the high-pitched little yelps from Diana and the wriggling of her delicious arse that she was enjoying it as much as I was, and she grabbed my hands and took them to her front saying: 'Wrap your arms around my waist and frig my cunt.' This I was naturally more than happy to do. Her cunney expelled a veritable little rivulet of love juice as I twiddled her clitty and the tingling contractions of her rear dimple soon brought a torrential discharge of jism crashing out from my cock into her back passage. 'Oh yes, yes, what a lovely big spend, my God! Frig my clitty, Rupert, I'm coming too! Aaah! What lus-lus-luscious pleasure!' She almost fainted away as, with last maddened writhe, she spent copiously all over my hand as I furiously pumped out the final milky drains of sperm into her bottom. 'My God, look everybody, my prick's ready again!' called out young Frank, stroking the swollen shaft which stood up proudly between his legs.

'Well, don't let's waste it,' cried Cecily. 'Let's have some action rather than mere words!' This spurred Frank to cover her mouth with a burning kiss and the randy girl responded by reaching out for his stiffened staff, holding it firmly between her long, tapering fingers. Gad! At this tender age we could fuck like fury and still have stiff cocks after several spends. As my friend (for I had the privilege of meeting the great writer on many occasions and I refuse to condemn his artistic works simply because the chap was a sexual deviant) Oscar Wilde has said: 'Youth is wasted upon the young.' Cecily groaned with pleasure as Frank slid his hand between her legs, running his fingers through her hairy mound and, as they rolled together on the eiderdown, he opened her tender cunney lips, sliding his fingers into that dainty crack that was already moistening to a squelchy wetness. He continued to frig her with one, two and then three fingers as she took hold of his throbbing tool with both hands. Wriggling herself across him, she bent her face forward to receive the bared purple domed knob between her eager lips. She sucked at the mushroom helmet, her soft tongue rolling over and over it as she slipped her hands underneath to cup his tight hairy ballsack. She palated his pulsating prick for a little longer before rolling on to her back, her eyes closed, her mouth open. She was ready to be fucked and Frank was more than ready to oblige. He positioned himself on top of her, balancing his weight upon the palms of his hands as Cecily took hold of his straining cock and placed it between her yearning cunney lips that opened like magic to receive it. 'Let me have it all!' urged Cecily as Frank thrust forward, burying his penis deep inside her willing love channel. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she bucked vigorously, her buttocks coming off the soft quilt as she gyrated from side to side. She began to moan, her breathing increasing to short, sharp pants as Frank's pounding quickened to a crescendo and then the surging cries of fulfillment burst forth from their throats as they began to orgasm together, with Cecily milking Frank's thick cock which was pistoning in and out of her sopping cunt.

'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.