The Intimate Memoirs of an Edwardian Dandy, vol.I

CHAPTER FOUR. Captured On Camera

Frederick Nolan was a fortunate man, because the fickle English climate decided to greet our visitor from America with a morning of brilliant summer sunshine. Not even a hint of cloud could be seen in the morning sky as Frank and I trudged up the high road to Burbeck Field, whence Mr. Nolan had been directed by my parents.

Although the walk was not of a great distance, most of the journey was uphill, for Knaresborough stands on the summit of a hill overlooking the River Nidd. When we reached the outskirts it was easy to see why Mr. Nolan had been recommended to use this location, for the luxuriant woods by which the little town is surrounded, the winding river at its foot, the venerable cottages, placed tier above tier on the face of the rock, the ruined castle and the old church combine to make up a most beautiful picture. 'Take the footpath just a hundred yards up the road on our right and Burbeck Field is behind the grove of silver birch trees you can see from here,' I said to Frank as we marched up Knaresborough Road. The field itself is private land owned by Diana Wigmore's father. It is marvellously shielded by the trees, so one has a glorious view of the castle with the benefit of almost complete privacy.' We made our way through the trees and we soon saw our horse and trap. Standing in his shirtsleeves behind a camera set up on a tripod was Mr. Nolan and in front of the camera was none other than Katie Harbottle, dressed or rather undressed in a flowing white gown through which one could clearly see the curved outlines of her figure. She was standing in a classical stance, with one leg moved slightly forward and with her arms outstretched arms, a pose which pressed her breasts against the fine covering and her nipples showed up darkly through the finely spun cotton where her breasts bulged against the almost transparent material. Frank and I exchanged a knowing glance-so this was how Mr. Nolan made moving pictures of the beauties of Yorkshire! Surprisingly, the couple did not seem embarrassed in the least by our presence. In fact, Mr. Nolan greeted us with a hearty 'Hi, fellows, what's been keeping you? Katie and I have been here for nearly two hours already.' He went on to explain that he wanted to make the first tableau vivant movie 'Shall we rehearse once more, Fred?' suggested Kate. 'It will certainly help to have an audience. Although you tell me I must always look at the camera, if the boys stand with you, I can see whether they are enjoying my performance.' 'Great idea, kid,' he replied, diving behind a black cloth and making the final adjustments to the focus mechanism. 'Try it one more time and then we'll commit you to immortality on celluloid. I need the strong sunlight for a satisfactory exposure. You see, the showmen are becoming more fussy and won't now accept dark prints.' 'What do you mean by that, Mr.

Nolan?' asked Frank. 'Who are these showmen you mention?' 'I'll tell you later,' he promised. 'Okay, Katie, let's try it one more time.' On his command Kate swirled around, dancing nimbly around the relatively small area of the field which was in the range of Mr.

Nolan's camera. Then she slowed down to stand just six feet away from us and teasingly, tantalisingly let slip her robe to stand stark naked in front of us. What a voluptuous beauty was Kate and how we drank in the delights of her nudity. Her face was finely formed with dark silky hair falling down in curved ringlets onto her shoulders. Her breasts were luxuriantly large, hard and firm, as white as snow and tipped with delicately small nipples, that were already raised like two pink bullets. What a perfect picture of female pulchitrude she made!

We stood gaping whilst Fred Nolan reloaded his camera and Katie let her hands fall to brush her nipples softly and then passed them upwards to turn through her hair. The movement made her breasts lift and the flushed circles of her aureoles which ran around each nipple heightened in colour, framing the juicy tithe at die centre as if they were bulls' eyes on target boards. Frank and I were not alone in wriggling uncomfortably as our erect cocks battered against the material of our trousers. Frederick Nolan, however, was already one step ahead and was busy tugging off his braces. 'Now look here, Rupert,' said the American moving picture pioneer hurriedly, as he sat down to remove his shoes and socks. He ripped open his shirt and continued: Here's the chance of a lifetime for you to make moving picture history! I've put a new magazine of film in the camera and I want you to come over here and keep the camera pointing at the action whilst you wind this handle at a steady pace. Like this, do you understand? Now, Frank, you hold the camera steady and point the apparatus forward if Rupert asks you to when he will have to point the lens to the ground. When we begin filming, look at your watch-you have a second hand on it don't you? Good, now three minutes after Rupert begins turning the handle you call “cur”. Rupert then knows we have come to the end of the picture, so I will reload the camera. Get it?

Good boys, I know you won't let me down.' We were still somewhat dazed by the rapid-fire instructions but we took up our positions as the movie-maker rapidly completed undressing and ran over naked to the trap, pulling out a yellow blanket which he brought back for Katie to stand on. His swollen penis stood up high against his stomach like a marble column and Katie gasped with satisfaction as she arched her hips forward to feel the proud throbbing against her flesh. She was almost the same height as Mr. Nolan but she bent her knees slightly so that she could experience the delicious feel of his hard prick more directly against her pussey. She tilted her head to receive his mouth upon her full red lips. He pulled away for a second to shout: 'Start, rolling, Rupert!' before he returned his attention to Katie and covered her mouth with a burning kiss. I cranked the camera as Fred caressed the silky smoothness of Katie's back, his hands stroking deeply into her shoulders and down along her spine. Katie began to lean away from him, drawing him down on to the blanket and Fred lowered his body on top of hers with one of his legs dangling between her thighs. Then he heaved himself up to sit across her thighs, his legs gripping her hips as he cupped her quivering breasts with his hands, letting his fingers trace patterns across them as he gently tweaked the ripe strawberry nipples that were now as erect as could be. Frank had moved the camera as directed and I concentrated on catching the expression on Katie's face as Fred moved the tip of his upwardly curved diamond hard cock towards her mouth. She opened her lips to receive the purple-domed crown and took hold of his pulsating penis in a firm yet tender embrace, looking admiringly at the delicately blue-veined rigid shaft before moving her mouth along it, lapping, licking, sucking, moving faster and faster as her hands now clasped his tightening hairy ballsack. 'Not so fast, young lady, not so fast,' growled Nolan who realised that he was in danger of releasing his sperm too quickly under this exquisite palpating of his prick. 'I don't want to spend before we have to change the film.' So he took out his gleaming staff from her mouth and laid it between the firm swell of her breasts. Katie lay back and I let the camera focus upon her soft white belly and upon the mossy tuft of curly black hair between her legs and the superbly chiselled crack with its pouting lips which she parted with her fingers to reveal the glistening red gash of her cunney. 'Lick my pussey out, Fred,' she asked the American. He smiled his assent as he athletically sprang up and took up a new position, kneeling in front of her parted thighs. 'Cut!' yelled Frank and, momentarily startled, the couple looked towards us.

'Oh well, we could have found ourselves just beginning the paradise stroke,' sighed Mr. Nolan, as he heaved himself up to effect the necessary mechanics. It took only a few moments and I waited until he was back between Katie's legs before shouting: 'Ready when you are!' and began to display what turned out to be his considerable pussey-eating talents for the camera. I have kept a copy of this film in a locked compartment in my secretaire ever since and I understand that Dr Radlett Home, the aptly named specialist in sexual dysfunction, also possesses a print of Mr. Nolan paying attention to Katie Harbottle's pussey which he screens to patients and students alike as a perfect example of how to perform cunnilingus. Mr.

Nolan started by letting his tongue travel down the length of her velvety body, stopping briefly to lick around her navel before sliding down to her thighs. He was still kneeling when he parted the crisp curls of her thatch to reveal her damp, inviting cunney lips which opened like a lust-hungry mouth, eager to welcome the tip of Fred's questing tongue. He worked his face down into the cleft between her thighs. Even through the viewfinder of my camera. I could not help but notice how appealing her pussey looked. Doubtless Fred Nolan was even further stimulated by the delicate aroma of cunney juice that had already drifted across towards Frank and myself. Now he was down on his belly, between Katie's legs with one hand under her gorgeous backside to provide additional elevation and the other reaching around her thigh so that he was able to spread her pussey lips with his thumb and middle finger. She began to purr with pleasure as he then placed his lips over her swollen ditty and sucked it into his mouth, where the tip of his tongue began to explore it from all directions. Katie became very excited and thrashed about as he increased the vibrations of his tongue, wrenching out little yelps of excitement from the trembling girl who was now near to coming off. She wrapped her strong thighs around him and buried his head in her bush as he slurped noisily, varying the sensations for his partner by taking time out to lick the insides of her labia, kissing and sucking until her pussey must have been a veritable sea of lubricity. 'Aaah, that is heavenly! More! More! Oh Fred, you've sent me off!' cried Katie as she twisted and turned whilst her paramour sucked up the flow of love juice as she shuddered into a body-wracking orgasm. Mr. Nolan scrambled up to lie on top of Katie and he slipped his hands around her back to clutch the plump cheeks of her warm bottom. He chuckled and said: 'I'm so pleased that I was able to bring you off with my tongue. Sucking off can be hard work for a man but it's so gratifying when the girl achieves a spend. But now, Katie, I am going to fuck you. Would you like to know just how?' 'Oh yes, please, do tell me.' 'Well, first I shall mount you and then I'll decide just how we will take our pleasure. But for now, I'm going to lie upon your belly and inset my long, thick cock into your wet little snatch. Then I'll feel the velvety clinging muscles of your cunney as I move my shaft in and out of your juicy cunt-and we'll see what happens from there.' He moved surprisingly quickly, smoothing his hands over her breasts again which sent her into fresh raptures of delight. Then he was on top of her, hungrily searching for her mouth as they exchanged a burning kiss, moving their thighs together until their pubic muffs were rubbing roughly against each other. Fred's stiff prick probed the entrance to Katie's exquisitely formed crack and he lifted himself up on his hands and knees so that I was able to obtain a marvellous close-up shot of his swollen knob forcing its way through her pussey lips into the squelchy wetness of her cunney. Like a steel bolt, his cock rode thickly through the moist channel, separating the folds of gluey skin and fucking higher and higher, only pausing when it was prevented from further progress by the jamming together of their loins. 'What a wonderfully juicy cunt,' panted Fred, as his body rose up and down, thrusting his sinewy shaft in and out of her yielding vagina. 'Katie, I do believe that you'd fuck day and night if you could.' 'Oh yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, Fred, fuck me-no more talking, just ram that big tadger faster, oooh, that's the way!' she gasped in reply. Her eyes were shining and moist and a beautiful colour bloomed in her cheeks-such a shame that this could not be captured on celluloid, I thought, cranking away until Frank suddenly shouted: 'Cut, we're running out of time.' Alas, this meant that Mr. Nolan had to scramble up, his erect cock glistening with cunney juice, and change the film once again before rushing back to place his prick back in its moist, warm haven of Katie's cunt.

'I'm ready when you are,' I called out and he took up where he had been forced to leave off. He moved his hands around her gorgeous curves with practised ease, squeezing her firm breasts, rubbing the big red stalks of her nipples against his palms as she took hold of his magnificently gleaming stiffstander and guided it back into her yearning cunney. Katie wrapped her arms and legs around Mr. Nolan's lithe frame and urged him to make it 'hard and fast, Fred – I want to feel every inch of your big fat cock when you spunk into me.' She clamped her feet round his back and drummed her heels against his spine as he pounded his penis into her soaking little nookie. She took up the rhythm of his thrustings and this was too much for poor Frank.

He let go the camera and tearing off his trousers, started to wank his enormous prick, frigging it up to bursting point. 'Join in, join in!' cried Katie, so he shuffled over to them, his trousers round his ankles, his cock in his hand. She took hold of his pulsing tool and pulled his knob into her mouth, lashing it with her tongue as she sucked noisily away. Frank shot a fierce jet of love juice between her lips just as Fred drenched her eager cunney with a flood of frothy sperm as Katie's hands clasped his bum cheeks, pushing him deeper and deeper inside her as she brought herself off into a tremendous spend.

'More! More! More!' she cried out, desperate to prolong the grandeur of her fulfillment. Gamely, Fred drove on and I could see the copious quantities of spunk overflowing from Katie's cunt and running down the crevice of her bum. One last spasm wracked their bodies and they fell back exhausted though Katie still had the strength to suck up the last remaining milky drops of Frank's sperm from the 'eye' on his now softening helmet. 'M'm, that was a splendid coupling, gentlemen,' said Katie, as she recovered her senses. 'Dear Fred, you really are one of the best fucks I've ever had, and Frank, dear boy, what a delicious bonne bouche your sweet cock made during it all.'

Fred smiled his thanks. Thank you, Katie, and may I truthfully say to you that for me that you have one of the most magnificent cunnies it has ever been my pleasure to encounter. My prick will ever be at your service whenever you require it.' After the participants had dressed themselves, Mr. Nolan carefully put away the exposed film which we would have developed at Ramsay's Studios near Paddington Station in London. I still have a good copy of the print and often amuse myself and occasionally house guests these days by showing them this erotic little moving picture. But then, to my discomforture, I heard the unmistakeable sounds of the rustle of clothes behind us. I turned my head and to my horror saw that we had been joined by the Reverend Campbell Armstrong, a curate from Farnham, a little village close by, and Barbara, the second daughter of Major Dartland, the Squire of Farnham, a man of choleric disposition who my mother detested because of his antediluvian political views that would not have disgraced Ghengis Khan! For how long had they been watching us? Oh well, I would just have to brazen it out… 'Good morning, Rupert,' said Reverend Armstrong in his soft Scottish burr.

'Is the weather not glorious? Ah, I believe you are acquainted with Miss Dartland.' 'Good morning, Reverend,' I replied. 'May I introduce Miss Katie Harbottle of Harbottle Hall near Wharton? This gentleman is Mr. Frederick Nolan from the United States of America and this is Frank Folkestone, my best chum who is staying with me during the holidays.' He beamed a bright smile at us. 'So pleased to meet you good people. I am Reverend Armstrong of Farnham and this is Miss Barbara Dartland whose father is the Squire of our little community.' 'Good morning,' said Barbara shyly. 'Mr. Nolan, are you the owner of this moving picture camera?' 'I am indeed,' said our American guest. 'Would you care for me to explain the workings of the machine?' Barbara smile. 'Oh no, that won't be necessary, for I was shown such a camera by my Uncle William whilst he worked with Mr. Edison in your country.' 'Your Uncle William-good heavens, you don't mean Will Dickson, by any chance? But what a coincidence! He and I are the greatest of friends. Why, I was one of those who advised him to leave Mr. Edison three years ago and join Biograph. He is a great pioneer of our industry.' 'I could not help observing that you were filming your actors au naturel,' said Reverend Armstrong genially. 'Was this an educational film, perhaps, for students?'

'You could say that,' agreed Mr. Nolan, as I looked more closely at Barbara who I had only seen a handful of times before on formal occasions. She was an attractive girl of perhaps twenty years, somewhat sallow of complexion with dark brown hair over a rather low forehead but with a most pleasing expression of face. Even at this early stage in my career as a cocksman, it occurred to me that her large sparkling eyes promised sultry pleasures and it was not too long before I was proved right in this assumption.

After a few minutes conversation, Barbara said: 'Why don't you join us for a drink before luncheon? We have brought an ice-box with us. Campbell, perhaps you would be kind enough to bring the pony and trap over here?' 'With pleasure,' replied the young Scottish cleric and he walked off to fulfil her request. Barbara confided to us that Campbell was a terribly sweet young man. 'It is just as well that my Papa doesn't know that Campbell is one of those clergymen who hold progressive views, or he would forbid me to see him,' she confided.

'So I presume that Campbell has no objection to the consumption of alcoholic beverages,' commented Katie Harbottle. 'Certainly not, and being of Scottish stock, you will not be very surprised when I tell you at times he can be a liberal imbiber,' replied Barbara with a slightly furrowed brow. 'But something troubles you, I can see,' Katie continued. 'Well yes, and seeing your film was very appropriate in the circumstances. You see, although Campbell may drink, he does not fuck.' 'Does not fuck!' gasped Katie in horrified astonishment. 'Surely such a masculine-looking young man is not of the persuasion favoured by Oscar Wilde?' 'Oh no, Campbell is no homosexualist. Indeed, he would very much like to fuck me but his religious belief forbids him to do so. I would not mind so much-for I respect his sincere religious conviction-but he really does not know how to pet properly and so I don't even get to enjoy a good kiss and cuddle.' “This is bad news, but I have an idea,' said Katie. 'Let's all have a drink first and I'll tell you what I have in mind later.' Campbell returned with the pony and trap and Fred helped him bring down the ice box and a large hamper. 'Why do cooks always provide enough food for an army?' he asked good-humouredly. 'It is uncanny how they know we will share our meal with friends.' How true, I thought, for we were almost in the exactly same situation I had found myself a few days before with Diana Wigmore. Barbara was spot on target about her ecclesiastical friend's indulgent attitude to the two bottles of chilled white wine. Frank and I preferred lemonade but Campbell, Fred, Katie and Barbara had no problem in polishing off the Chablis by themselves. After our al fresco luncheon, Fred, Frank and Campbell decided to take a short stroll in the woods. I decided to remain with the two girls and lay in the long grass, using my jacket and rucksack as a pillow. Although my eyes were closed I could easily overhear the conversation between Katie and Barbara and their heart-to-heart chat certainly made my young prick stiffen up pretty smartish! Barbara began it all by saying: 'I do envy you, you know, Katie dear, for you seem to have achieved total liberation if your love-making just now is anything to go by. If only I could enjoy such freedom, for not only my parents but also my gentleman admirers are so fuddy-duddy in their thinking that I do believe I shall go quite mad if I have to exist in this state for very much longer. 'It isn't so much my Papa, who is known for his old-fashioned obstinacy but dear Campbell who causes me such grief. I mean, he is so inhibited! We have exchanged kisses, many quite passionate and I have seen the swelling outline of his cock straining against his trousers. I have even brushed my hand against it once as if by accident of course, but the dear boy is so backwards in corning forward that I despair of his ever even caressing my breasts whilst we are engaged in an amorous embrace.' 'My dear Barbara! How extraordinary! It appears to me that you have a quite beautiful pair of bubbies. Any lad worth his salt would give his right arm to cup them in his hands and squeeze them,' said a shocked Katie. 'Thank you, Katie, I would have thought so my previous beaus have always tried as soon as possible to unbutton my blouse and caress my bare breasts. Oh Katie, I would like nothing better than to have Campbell's hands on my naked nipples. But he has never plucked up the courage to go further than a passionate kiss although I have now managed to make him put his tongue inside my mouth! I think he is frightened that he will upset me if he takes further liberties. You see, I am a virgin and do not feel ready just yet to enjoy the fullest delights of sexual play but I really would like to experience the joys of petting. I would greatly value your advice on just how to proceed as I feel very frustrated.' 'I'm hardly surprised to hear that,' said Katie kindly. 'Frankly, I am just astonished that any man could fail to be overwhelmingly aroused by your feminine charms. However, if I were you I should sit Campbell down somewhere and tell him before your lips touch his that he need not fear to let his feelings show, because you do not wish to let matters progress to their natural conclusion. Now, I do not believe for a moment that Campbell would turn out to be a cad, but just in case he does become over-excited once you begin the proceedings, I would keep a glass of cold water handy. I have found that either thrown in the face or down into the lap, a glass of cold water proves an ideal weapon against a too-ardent suitor. 'It's extremely doubtful that you will need any such protection with Campbell. Mind, he may become a different man once you have stroked his cock-men do, you know! Mind, I do not think that prick-teasing is a suitable sport for a lady. Once you begin you must continue until he obtains relief one way or the other through ejaculation, either with your hand or with your mouth. 'But first things first; come over here and sit next to me. Now let's pretend that I am Campbell and we are about to kiss.' Obediently, Barbara moved over to sit down next to her companion. Katie wrapped her arms around her and murmured: 'Now I think what would happen next is that he would take off your blouse once you had put your tongue inside his mouth.' And through my half-shut eyes, for I was still feigning slumber, I saw the wicked little minx unbutton Barbara's blouse and opened her chemise to reveal an absolutely delightful pair of soft rounded globes, each tipped with large aureoles and hard, pointed nipples which Katie immediately covered with her hands. 'Is that nice?' enquired Katie as she found the opening to the other girl's skirt and quickly unleashed it so that Barbara was clad solely in white frilly knickers and stockings.

Whether by accident or design, I am unsure, but Barbara's legs were already slightly parted when Katie's hand slyly insinuated itself between them and began to rub her mound through the semi-transparent material of her drawers. I only feasted my eyes on this lascivious scene for a moment because Barbara let out a little scream, saying that she could see the others returning from their walk in the woods. Reluctantly, Katie said: 'Oh, then put on your skirt and blouse but leave the top buttons undone so Campbell can see the swell of your lovely breasts. Gosh, he is a lucky man! If I were he, I would nibble upon your luscious red titties and bring you off by frigging your juicy cunney.' 'Katie! How could you be so rude!' said Barbara reprovingly but from her tone of voice I could see that she was not really offended by Katie's blunt country speech. She had plenty of time to prepare herself by the time the men returned and I stretched my limbs and let out a huge yawn as if I had just woken up from a deep sleep. When the others reached us Fred Nolan announced that he would be taking his camera to a picturesque location they had discovered during their walk. 'Come on, Rupert, we'll take the pony and trap,' said Frank. 'Do you mind if I stay here, I've got rather a headache coming on and I'm going to sleep it off,' I fibbed, and Campbell and Barbara also demurred. 'As you like,' said Fred Nolan. 'We'll be back in about an hour and half.' As they left, I rolled over and pretended to go back to sleep, leaving Campbell and Barbara together nearby. Sure enough, as soon as the coast was clear, they fell to kissing and cuddling in the most passionate fashion. Yet Campbell forbore to let his hands move towards Barbara's bosoms even though she had left the top buttons of her blouse invitingly open as Katie had instructed. There was only one way forward, she must have thought, for she took hold of Campbell's hands herself and cupped them firmly around her magnificent breasts. 'Don't you like my titties?' she asked plaintively. 'Oh yes, yes,' he groaned, 'but I fear that if I let my hands stay there they might be tempted to stray elsewhere!' 'Don't fret about it, I would have no objection,' she told him as she opened the remaining buttons of her blouse. Even this highly disciplined young clergyman could not be unmoved by the sight of her bare breasts as she shrugged off the garment and opened her chemise. Her dark hair, now fully undone and hanging in long tresses, veiled yet highlighted her firm, bouncy breasts. The swell of those superb orbs acted as magnets to Campbell's hands as he squeezed the milky white globes and let his fingers play with the tawny, taut nipples which had risen up to greet him.

This stimulated the pretty girl so much that she let her hand run down to his lap from which bulged an alarming protuberance. As their lips crashed together once more she opened the buttons of his trousers and out sprang his huge stiffstander, sturdily rising upwards. Barbara took hold of his swollen shaft and I must say that this holy son of Hibernia had been blessed with an enormous prick. It stood up, blue veined and as stiff as a board, jutting out at a slight curve. Barbara pulled back his foreskin and exposed the giant bulbous knob. She started to rub her hand up and down the giant staff but this set Campbell off into a wild frenzy. He almost ripped off Barbara's knickers in a frenzy of lustful desire and her thickly matted brown triangle of pussey hair came into view, with the little pink labia already fluttering out in anticipation of the joys to come. He then pushed her legs apart and separated her cunney lips with a questioning forefinger, letting it run up and down the full length of her exquisitely fashioned crack. 'Ooooh, Ooooh! Oh, Campbell, at last!' panted Barbara, as the curate continued to let his finger slide along the edges of her pouting slit. 'Now work it in and out of my cunt, there's a dear man.' He looked shocked at her frank words but as they engaged in yet another almost bruising kiss, he let one and then two fingers dip in and out of Barbara's honeypot. She purred with pure lust as she continued to rub his prick up to a stupendous height whilst by now Campbell was sucking and slurping away on one enlarged brown nipple and flicking and teasing the other between his fingers at a great speed. When Barbara reached down and handled his balls, the curate's body visibly shook and a fountain of sticky white cream spurted out from his cock. Barbara was by now trembling with the force of her own orgasm which rippled through her just as the last dribblings of spunk oozed out of Campbell's cock. In her delight she bent forward and lapped up the last dregs of his spend and the curate looked shocked. But she simply smacked her lips and said: 'There's nothing wrong in swallowing sperm, Campbell. I do so enjoy the salty taste of spunk. It is the most invigorating of tonics and it enables me to remain a virgin whilst bringing us both to the summit of the mountain of love. And come to think of it, I am making sure that you are guiltless of the sin of Onan who let his seed fall upon the ground. Campbell was not without a sense of humour and he said: 'I'm not too sure about the theology, my love, but the main reason is good enough for me. What a pity though that you only managed to lick up a morsel.' 'Ah, well I'm sure we can see if the well has not dried up,' said Barbara, dropping to her knees and taking the now shrunken helmet of his prick in her hands. She stroked his soft, hairy ballsack and took his entire limp shaft into her mouth, rolling it around her tongue until in a very few moments she took it out the transformed tool, now hard as rock again! She kissed the top of this massive red topped truncheon and sucked lustily on the uncapped ruby crown. Barbara had to stretch her jaw to cram in Campbell's big stiffie and continued to lick and lap away whilst frigging his shaft which brought on his climax very quickly. With a throaty moan, he shuddered and the first creamy jet of spunk came hurtling out of his cock. The first jet hit Barbara's nose but then she opened her mouth wide and gobbled furiously upon her sweetmeat, swallowing quickly to keep pace with his tangy libation. Then, as his spend passed its peak she took his entire shaft back into her mouth, sucking for all she was worth to extract the very last milky drops of love juice from his pumping prick. As they lay together, exhausted by their frenetic passions, I would have given anything for the opportunity to give myself some much-needed hand relief. But the lewd pair were looking almost directly at me and I could hardly move or they might guess that I had been watching them all the time! Barbara was the first to stir from their reverie. 'Campbell, did you enjoy yourself? I'm ready for more larks if you are.' 'I'd like to carry on but though the spirit is willing, the flesh is weak,' he sighed ruefully, flipping his limp penis with his hand. Barbara looked sorrowfully down at his turgid cock and said: 'Never mind, you don't need a stiff prick to release a lady. How would you like to kiss my pussey? I'd really be happy if you would. Have you ever done it before?' He blushed and replied: 'Back in Dundee there was a wee lassie named Lizzie who liked to have her cunney kissed. I'm not sure though that I was any good at it as she used to say that only my friend Eddie could bring her off with his mouth.' I'd like to find out for myself,' said Barbara, looking around to ensure that they were still alone. She unbuttoned her skirt and wriggled out of her knickers. She smoothed her hand between her parted thighs, letting her long fingers run through the thick tuft of curly brown hair through which I could just about see her cunney lips poking invitingly through their hirsute covering.

The curate heaved himself up to kneel before her and I could see that though there was now a crimson flush of excitement on his face, his prick still dangled flaccidly between his legs. Gingerly, he bent his head forward and planted a chaste kiss on her hairy mound. Then he kissed her furry bush again, this time with more feeling, and then again and again until he rained a veritable deluge of kisses upon her cunney. Now he was lying on his belly, his mouth tightly affixed to Barbara's pussey which, though hidden from my view, must have responded to his attentions. Very soon Campbell was sucking and slurping her love juices with uninhibited abandon. This set Barbara off, for she clamped her legs around his head as he paid court to her cunt whilst his hands reached up and grabbed her breasts, rolling her titties around in a circular motion. I heard Barbara breathe: 'Oh yes, finger-fuck me, darling,' as Campbell continued to pleasure her pussey as her hips moved up and down with increasing vigour until finally, with a convulsive tremor, she shouted out with great passion and came off, drenching his face with her love juices as she writhed in the delicious agonies of her orgasm. 'Was that good for you?' enquired Campbell somewhat unnecessarily as he raised himself up on his knees. 'Lovely, that was really lovely,' she sighed.

'Campbell, you tongue pussey beautifully and though I have yet to experience it, I cannot believe that your cock could be a very much more powerful organ. I adored the way you began with a light flicking motion on my clitty and then how you switched to cover the length of my crack from the clitty to the arse-hole. Oh darling, I so want you to make love to me!' He looked down and I saw that his once-turgid cock had now stiffened up into an enormous erection that poked up between his thighs like a flagpole. 'I would give anything to fuck you, Barbara, my sweet, and I fear that if we continue to carry on this way, this will happen as surely as night follows the day.'

'Then let us do it! I am tired of the stealthy hidden kisses, the furtive fondlings and clandestine meetings,' she declared, holding his throbbing tool and pressing it to the cleft between her gorgeous breasts. And who knows, perhaps Barbara would have lost her virginity then and there if the sound of the pony and trap had not been heard in the distance. They hastily broke away from each other and dressed themselves in record time so that all was seemly by the time Fred Nolan stepped down from the driving board and said cheerfully: 'Hello there, you two! The sun has gone behind the clouds so until it reappears we thought we would come back and keep you company.'

Campbell smiled weakly and I am sure that Barbara would have been lost for words but I saved the situation by giving a loud yawn and saying: 'Ah, what a difference forty winks can make. My headache has totally vanished and I'm quite fit again. What shall we do now?'

'Alas, I must be off as I promised to chair a meeting in the village hall this afternoon,' said Campbell. 'Actually, it's of the local Sports Club. Er, I don't suppose you would care to join us, Mr.

Nolan. Yours is such a fascinating profession that I am sure the members would be greatly interested in anything you had to day.'

'Members are usually more interested in which pussies they can slide into,' muttered Frank quietly as Fred Nolan shook his head.

Thank you for the invitation but I must be getting back and start developing my film which will keep me busy for some time. Katie, boys, would you like to stay here or go back to Albion Towers with me? 'Oh do stay,' begged Barbara. These meetings can be tedious but they don't last too long and then if you have time we can go back to my house for tea and crumpets. I can always arrange for Connor to take you back in one of our carriages.' No doubt because Mr. Nolan would be busy in the darkroom, Katie promptly accepted her invitation but Frank decided to go back home with Fred Nolan as he genuinely did feel the beginnings of a headache coming upon him (in later life poor Frank-or Sir Frank Folkestone to give my oldest friend his proper present-day nomenclature, for he inherited the family baronetcy in April 1912 when his father perished at sea, being a passenger on the ill-fated Titanic-has suffered badly from severe migraines, the pains of which can only be mitigated by lying down in a darkened room and when possible, having his prick sucked by a willing naked maidservant though I doubt whether his physician prescribed this latter treatment!). 'What a shame! After we have concluded the few items of business our little gathering is to be addressed by the hypnotist Dr Glanville Porterfield and it could prove to be a very interesting affair as he will offer to hypnotise members of the audience,' she said with regret. 'Oh, I'd like to come and see Dr Porterfield in action, if I may,' I piped up. 'Certainly, Rupert, do join us,' said Campbell and so I asked Frank to instruct Goldhill to send Wallace our coachman back with the pony and trap to Farnham Village Hall at five o'clock sharp. 'Katie, Wallace can take you back to Harbottle Hall,' I added. So we made our way to Farnham Village Hall where fifty or so ladies and gentlemen of the local gentry were gathered. The main business of the meeting was to thank those ladies and gentlemen who had taken part in the croquet, cricket and lawn tennis matches played by Farnham against other localities. Most of these matters were only of minimal interest but I will record the words of one Mr. Anthony Cheetham, the captain of Farnham cricket team, which so far that season had vanquished all before them, winning eight matches and drawing one, and that only because rain stopped play when Farnham were poised for victory. He asked that despite past successes all members of the side should keep their noses to the grindstone. Mr. Cheetham's wise advice was reproduced later in the week by our county newspaper and, being a keen cricketer myself, I reproduce them here-American readers of my journal may well consider that they apply equally to baseball, a sport which I also enjoy in the summer months. He said: It is related of the Hon. Peter Forbes-Hornby, one of the best-known old Yorkshire gentlemen sportsmen, that whenever he had an unoccupied half hour, he used to set up a stump and bowl at it. It is to be wished that there was more of this commendable practice. Bowling is much more of dogged perseverance than of initial skill and many more players would stand a chance of distinguishing themselves by their bowling than by their batting,' Mr. Forbes-Hornby also said: 'A good cricketer will always keep a ball perpetually about him; to be always tossing it and throwing it so as to get thoroughly used to the feel of it.' Perhaps this is how Mr. Forbes-Hornby achieved his sensational throw of more than one hundred and twenty yards with the cricket ball which was witnessed and attested to by Mr.

Cheetham though it was impossible to ascertain the distance with absolute accuracy for the ball struck the trunk of a tree some four feet from the ground. Once all these affairs had been completed, we settled down to listen to Dr Porterfield's address. He began by explaining just what hypnotism is-an artificially induced state of semi-consciousness characterised by a greatly increased susceptability to suggestions made by the hypnotist. “There is nothing supernatural involved despite the warnings of some ignorant and irresponsible journalists in the popular press,' said Dr Porterfield, a plump, distinguished-looking gentleman who, though almost as bald as a coot, nevertheless sported a full black beard. 'Although the science of hypnotism probably dates back to ancient times, it was the Austrian physician Friedrich Mesmer who first used hypnosis in a medical capacity, proving that by imposing his will upon that of his subject, he could treat his patients and at the same time spare them much pain.

'On the music hall stage, there are hypnotists who put members of the audience in a trance and make them perform strange acts. Frankly, this concerns me as I believe that hypnotism is a serious business and should not be popularised purely for the purposes of amusement.'

His speech was interrupted by a snort of disapproval from a lady sitting in the back row. The Reverend Armstrong, acting as Chairman, frowned and cleared his throat as he stood up, presumably to ask for order, but Dr Porterfield waved his hand. 'No, my dear sir, I think it obvious that the lady at the back has a point to make. Madam, would you like to say something?' The lady concerned rose to her feet.

She was a not unattractive woman in her early thirties, with a haughty expression on her rather sharp features. That's Mrs. Robinson. She's a real martinet of the same ilk as my Papa,' whispered Barbara to us.

'I don't believe a word of all this mumbo-jumbo,' said Mrs.

Robinson firmly. 'I'd like to see somebody try and hypnotise me!'

'Well, rest assured, Madam, it is extremely difficult for even the most expert practitioner to hypnotise somebody against their will,' said Dr Porterfield. 'Stuff and nonsense! That's just an excuse-I've seen a so-called hypnotist at work at a house-party and he pretended to make a gentleman believe he was a duck and go quacking all round the room. He made a lady say “Please do not touch my nose” to another lady five minutes to the second after she came out of her trance and performed other parlour tricks.' Dr Porterfield spread out his hands. These may have been parlour tricks, but I assure you that if the hypnotist was genuine then these tricks, as you term them, were genuine enough and had not been planned beforehand by those concerned.' 'I find that hard to accept and would need further proof,' she said, shaking her head in disbelief. Then come up to the front and I will hypnotise you here and now,' said Dr Porterfield.

'On the condition that you will not fight against me, I will prove to you and the ladies and gentlemen present, that I am not trying to perpetrate a gigantic confidence trick.' 'Very well,' said Mrs.

Robinson and made her way up to the stage to an excited buzz in the audience. Campbell Armstrong gave her his chair and she sat down, looking directly at Dr Porterfield. He called for silence and then took out his pocket watch and dangled it on its chain in front of her.

'Just look at this watch,' he said, 'and follow its progress as it moves from side to side. There, you are feeling sleepy, very sleepy. Your eyes are drooping and now, on the count of three, you will be asleep, one, two, three.' The audience watched fascinated as Mrs. Robinson's eyes closed as she sat slumbering in her chair.

'Raise your right arm,' commanded the hypnotist and she immediately obeyed. 'Now when I tell you to do so, you will try and rest your elbow on your lap. But your arm is so light, as light as a balloon so though you want to bring it down, you find you cannot do so because it flies up again straightaway. Now, on the count of three, try to bring down your arm, one, two, three!' It was quite extraordinary how Mrs.

Robinson dropped her arm and that as soon as she did so, it shot up again as if of its own accord! 'Are your subjects able to speak under hypnosis?' asked Katie Harbottle. 'Oh yes,' said Dr Porterfield and, turning to Mrs. Robinson, told her to open her eyes.

'Now perhaps you will tell us if you received any visitors at home earlier today?' An innocent enough question to be sure-but what a Pandora's Box was opened when Mrs. Robinson replied that her friend Mrs. Thatcher had come round for morning coffee. 'Oh, yes,' said Dr Porterfield. 'And what did you talk about?' Mrs. Robinson replied: 'We had a most exciting conversation about Walsh, the new window cleaner who has taken over from Chamberlain who moved to Alwoodley last month. Walsh is a most personable young man and does his work far better than his predecessor.' 'He makes the windows shine brighter?' prompted the hypnotist. 'Never mind the bloody windows,' she said impatiently. 'It's his prick that Mrs. Thatcher and I were concerned about.' 'His what?' spluttered Dr Porterfield, who was as shocked as anyone in the hall. 'His prick,' she repeated. 'After all, Chamberlain was hardly up to completing his round any more, what with trying to satisfy up to a dozen ladies who wanted to be fucked during one working day. But I think Walsh will be able to cope. He came round yesterday afternoon and after he'd done his work he came into the drawing room-' 'Stop her, Dr Porterfield, tell her to stop talking!' said Campbell Armstrong urgently, pulling Dr Porterfield's coat-tails to attract his attention. But the unfortunate hypnotist's foot slipped as he turned back again to instruct Mrs. Robinson to keep quiet-though by now the cat was well and truly out of the bag-and he crashed over Reverend Armstrong's chair sending them both sprawling onto the floor. Although the curate was only slightly dazed by the impact, our poor speaker hit his head on the floor with a resounding crack and was as soundly out for the count as if a pugilist had felled him with an uppercut.

Barbara Dartland, who had undergone a first aid training course, frantically applied a cold compress to Dr Porterfield's head to revive him but, like the vast majority of the audience, I was far more interested in the revelations of Mrs. Robinson! She was well on her way telling us what she had told Mrs. Thatcher what Walsh the window cleaner had been up to after she had rewarded him with a glass of beer for cleaning her windows. 'He said to me: “Mrs. Robinson, I've always considered you to be a beautiful woman and you have one of the shapeliest figures in the village.” As I listened to his shameless flattery, sitting snugly beside him on the sofa, he slipped his right hand into my blouse, under my chemise and began gently squeezing my breast. I raised my hand as if to stop him but my nipple already had swollen up to the size and hardness of a little red pebble. Yes, I know that I should really have stopped him right there but between you and me, my dear Margaret, I liked the look of this muscular young man!

He then wormed his hand between my thighs and as we french kissed, he worked them into the leg of my knickers and touched the moistening lips of my pussey. My juices began to flow freely as my thighs tightened like a vice over his hand as I shuddered to a little spend as his fingers penetrated me. Then the naughty fellow began kissing my neck and throat and I suggested that we retire upstairs to a bedroom. He helped me undress down to my drawers and I lay back on the bed as he kissed my titties and my belly before rolling me over and kissing and licking me all the way back to my shoulders. My poor pussey was now sopping wet as he peeled off my knickers, kissing each inch of exposed flesh and he ran his hand lightly down the crack of my bum before rolling me back. He plunged his tongue inside my ear and then played the tip around my titties before his mouth travelled down to lightly bite the insides of my thighs. Then he drove me wild by licking and lapping at my dripping cunney and I was already on my way to paradise even before he found my clitty. He brought me off in style before I told him I wanted his prick inside me. Then he pulled off his shirt and undid his belt and let his trousers fall to the ground. Teasingly he told me to take off his pants so I carefully pulled them down over his hard, stiff cock. It wasn't that huge but his shaft looked well proportioned enough for a good fuck so, pulling back the foreskin, I rolled my tongue over his purple knob and sucked it right into my mouth. It tasted wonderful! This fully released my passion and I gobbled his cock until I felt it throb with desire. I released him so that he could climb between my legs and place his rigid rod inside my pussey. It stretched me nicely and I pulled my knees as far apart as possible to allow him to give me his full length. He fucked me beautifully with firm, pumping strokes, not too quickly, giving me the full benefit of his sinewy prick before shooting a huge jet of jism into my cunt as I squirmed my way to a tremendous spend. 'We clung to each other whilst he recovered but his cock was still semi-stiff when it slid out of my cunney. He raised himself up to his knees and the cheeky rogue placed his prick near my face. I reached out to hold the glistening shaft which was still wet from my juices and I decided to work him up to another full hard-on. I teased the knob by running the tip of my tongue all around the ridges of his helmet and then gave the underside a few quick licks and that did the trick, stiffening up his tool right back to its former firmness. I took his whole knob into my mouth and then eased in the rest of his stalwart staff. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock-three short, licking sucks followed by one long, fierce sucking was enough to send him off. The lusty lad was so excited by all this that in no time at all I felt his succulent cock shoving hard against the back of my throat and his hot, salty spunk was released and I felt it flooding down my throat. Walsh has got quite enormous balls, by the way, but by swallowing convulsively I drank every last drop of his copious emission, milking his tool of every last drop of the liquid of love. 'I managed to stiffen up his cock for one more fuck but then he had to leave as he was already late for Mrs. Humphries and she wanted some special servicing too!' concluded Mrs. Robinson. God knows what else she might have said but fortunately Barbara had by now revived Dr Porterfield and he quickly snapped the lady out of her trance. The audience had been stunned into silence, though one or two youths at the back had sniggered occasionally during her telling of this lascivious tale. 'There you are, I told you it was all hocus pocus,' said Mrs. Robinson with satisfaction. 'I'd better be going now as I forgot to pay Mr. Walsh the window cleaner yesterday and I'm expecting him back at the house.' This brought forth howls of laughter but, quite undaunted, Mrs. Robinson made her way to the exit.

Reverend Armstrong stepped forth and, after explaining to Dr Porterfield what had occurred, called for silence: 'Ladies and gentlemen, I trust that what we heard this afternoon will never be revealed. Indeed, I am going to swear every person here to total secrecy. I will brook no exceptions, and Dr Porterfield agrees with me that, ethically, Mrs. Robinson's words should be treated in the confidence she would have expected during a medical examination or, if she were of the Catholic faith, in the confessional. Would everyone please raise their rights hands and repeat after me an oath that we will never speak of what we heard just now. If there is anyone who has the slightest doubt about the justice of this, then I would remind him or her that Walsh is unmarried whilst Mrs. Robinson's husband is a military man who is often away from home. Poor Mrs. Humphries, as we all know, is a young widow. So only he that is without sin should cast the first stone.' (Let me state here that I only mention the incident now in written form fourteen years after the event because Walsh married Mrs. Humphries in 1904 and the couple promptly emigrated to New Zealand. Mrs. Robinson and her husband, alas, perished along with Frank's father on the ill-fated maiden voyage of the Titanic).

We all went back to Barbara's house afterwards for tea and, to everyone's relief, her parents were out for the afternoon. Reverend Armstrong said that he had some matters to attend to and would join us later. Barbara insisted on opening a bottle of champagne from a case that an old French friend of her family had recently sent over to them, and the sparkling bubbly wine certainly loosened our tongues. It seemed to make Barbara and Katie forget that I was present for the presence of a young lad did not inhibit them in the slightest in discussing matters of the utmost privacy and intimacy in front of me.

For example, after discussing Mrs. Robinson's hypnotic confessions, Katie said: 'You know, it was interesting that a member of the working class such as Walsh the window cleaner had the finesse needed to make a good fuck great. After all, many men from the very cream of Society do not understand the subtle nuances of fucking, especially those who are well hung and who know it. Oh yes, they know that we can be excited by seeing a nude man with a flaccid cock, if his knob hangs over his balls. 'But simply just sticking your big shaft into a wet pussey isn't enough-after all, anybody can do that if he has the equipment for it. No, once a man gets a hard-on, I like a little foreplay like having him hover over me and rubbing his erect prick up and down over my breasts and belly and then finally on my clitty whilst he tells me how beautiful my breasts are or how juicy my pussey is and how much he loves my body. That will start me off and then I like him to begin inserting his shaft in my cunt, just a little at a time. First his helmet goes in and then when he pulls it out the feeling of the ridge rubbing against my pussey lips is simply divine.

Fred Nolan is very good at foreplay, by the way. Once he starts fucking in this style he puts his hard shaft in just a little further each time and the tension builds up deliriously. I find this much more exciting than just having every inch of a cock inserted immediately.

Mind, even after a good fuck, I am often still usually highly charged and it is really super if my lover licks my cunney or manipulates my clitty with his hand after he has spent because that will make me come or give me a second orgasm if I've spent already. 'What is really dreadful is if he just rolls over once he's finished and doesn't even kiss or hold you afterwards. And I hate it when a man says “Did you come?” If I have, he'll know it and if not, well, we can always try again. But when he asks me I have the feeling that what he's really trying to do is asking me to rate his love-making abilities, which is unnecessary. Simultaneous spending is over-rated anyway, in my humble opinion.' 'You are really knowledgeable about l'art de faire L'amour, Katie,' sighed Barbara. 'As I said before earlier today, I do so admire your adventurous spirit. Here am I who have yet to experience the joy of feeling a prick up my cunt. Mind, I must confess that I am not totally without experience. For instance, I did have a very strange evening with a girl named Lizzie Hollywood the other week which led to my cunney playing host to other fingers than my own and, come to think of it, something else besides a strange hand! 'But let me first tell you about Lizzie. She is a pretty girl of about our age who I met for the first time at an exhibition of English Post-Impressionist art at the Manor Hall Gallery in Leeds. The wealthy textile magnate, Sir Louis Segal, donated some works from his collection and I met Lizzie at a reception given by Sir Louis for supporters of the gallery (my Mama has been a patron for many years).

We got to talking and she told me she was an art student. As I was on my own-I was staying the night with my old friend Angela Bidder and I had the keys to her house-I accepted Lizzie's invitation to dine with her at the Queens Hotel. We drank a bottle of wine with our splendid meal and what with the aperitifs we had consumed at Sir Louis's party, I was feeling more than slightly woozy by the time we had finished our desserts. “Come upstairs and lie down on my bed for a bit before you leave. Give me your friend Angela's address and I will ask the reception desk to send word to her and inform her that she should not wait up for you,” suggested Lizzie and, taking my hand, led me to the elevator. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I certainly had imbibed not wisely but too well for I collapsed on the bed and in an instant was deep in the arms of Morpheus.

'I woke up a couple of hours later and for a few moments I was totally disorientated and wondered dizzily where on earth I was!

Then I suddenly remembered as I looked at my wrist-watch, for the bedside light was still burning and I saw that it would soon be midnight. I shivered as I felt a cool breeze blowing through the half open window. I raised myself up to shut it and it was only then when I looked in the long wall mirror that I suddenly realised that I was stark naked! I looked wildly around for my clothes when Lizzie came in from the bathroom. She was only wearing a cream silk nightrobe through which I could see the dark protuberances of her nipples as she walked towards me.

'“Ah, you've woken up at last!” she smiled. “Do you feel better now?” '“Yes, thank you, I feel fine and dandy after that rest. I am so ashamed though, falling asleep after dinner but I'm afraid the bottle of Chateau Mouton-Rothschild went straight to my head,” I stammered in reply. 'She came and sat by me and stroked my hair. “It doesn't matter at all, it really doesn't. I hope you don't mind but the night air is so warm and you looked so uncomfortable that I undressed you whilst you were sleeping. I've hung your clothes up in my cupboard and before you worry your pretty little head about it, I've also let Angela Bidder know that you're staying the night here and that you'll contact her first thing in the morning.” 'She then slipped off her robe and lay down next to me.

“You don't mind if I join you, Babs, as I'm feeling rather tired too,” she murmured, snuggling up dose to me. Lizzie was really a very attractive girl with long blonde hair that she let down to fall over her shoulders, whilst her light complexion and slender figure contrasted so well with my own rather dark looks. She moistened her rich red lips with her tongue, showing her sparkling white teeth. Her legs were next to mine and I must admit that our figures complemented each other perfectly, even our pussies blended so well, mine brown-haired and curly, hers silky and blonde. '“You still look tired,” Lizzie said softly. “Why don't you put your head on my shoulders and close your eyes?” I readily complied, feeling totally relaxed and though Lizzie was soon stroking my sides and fondling my breasts in a most intimate fashion, I made only the slightest token attempt to stop her. “What are you doing, Lizzie? That's very naughty, you know,” I admonished her drowsily. '“Just relax my love and let me pay court to your beautiful breasts- aren't they large? They are so much bigger than mine,” she cooed and I offered no resistance as she continued to caress my bosoms, cradling them in her hands. I closed my eyes as I felt Lizzie's lips close upon my right nipple and swirled it in her mouth, sending chills of desire running up and down my spine. She moved her hands up and down my body now in smooth, gentle titillating strokes and to my own surprise I found myself growing more and more aroused with each caress. As her knowing fingers inched towards my pussey I felt my thighs stiffen and my hips involuntarily thrust forward in tantalising anticipation of what was to come. 'She slid her long fingers into my dampening muff, moving them deliriously inside as the heel of her hand rubbed my clitty which rose up to greet it until it was as hard as a tiny walnut. “Ah, I've found your secret spot, have I not?” she whispered as she drew firm little circles around my clitty until my entire body was squirming with pleasure. Without ever taking her fingers from my clitty, she brought across her other hand and dipped a long forefinger in my squelchy hole. The sensation was so electrifying that I sat bolt upright and moaned: “Oh Lizzie, that's wonderful!” “It's wonderful for me too, darling. Finger fucking your cunney makes me so wet,” she breathed into my ear. “Feel my pussey, it's positively dripping waiting for your touch.” Without protest I let her take my hand and place it between her cool, firm thighs. I trailed my fingers through her silky blonde cunney hair and we covered each other's mouths with burning kisses as we finger fucked each other's cunnies.

Lizzie then moved her head down and nuzzled her red lips around my curly brown bush. “Darling, what a perfectly delicious crack you have!

M'mmm, and what a stimulating, heady perfume it possesses!” 'Without further words she started to tongue my crack, moving all along my wet slit, exploring, tasting, teasing-and then suddenly she stopped! I gasped out my disappointment but Lizzie said sweetly: “Don't worry, sweetheart. I have a surprise for you.” She reached out into the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a strange black rubber dildo. 'Obviously, my surprise must have shown on my face for Lizzie said: “Barbara, have you never seen a ladies' comforter before?” “Oh yes,” I said, still looking curiously at this strangely shaped instrument, “but never one like this.” '“Ah, this will be your first experience with a double-header-I promise that you will find it most exciting. One part of this dildo has been modelled upon the prick of the famous Shakespearean actor Mr. Michael Beattie and the other is fashioned from a plaster cast of the gallant prick of none other than Lieutenant Colonel Alan Brooke of the Hussars, perhaps the most famous cocksman in England.” 'Without further ado she took out a small jar of pomade and poured some of the sticky oil over the dildo which she then pressed gently against my cunney lips as she continued to nibble around my pussey with her mouth. This made me so wet that she was able to work the dildo head (I believe it was the slightly less thick end which had been manufactured to the measurements of Colonel Brooke) into my cunt until it filled me completely. 'Lizzie then pulled herself up until she was sitting upon my thighs. Our eyes locked as she finger fucked herself with one hand whilst she vibrated this rubber prick inside my cunt with the other. When her cunney was nice and juicy enough she then raised herself up and slowly worked the other part of our rubber playmate into her cunney. She reached forward and pulled me to her until we were pressed tightly together, breast to breast and cunt to cunt with the dildo pleasuring us both at the same time as we jerked our hips to and fro along its long double-headed shaft. I wrapped my legs tightly around her back and she wrapped hers around mine as, rocking back and forth, we achieved a delicious rhythm that sent pulses of pleasure to every nerve centre in my body. 'As our excitement grew, our motions became even more frenzied and Lizzie pressed me flat onto the bed and stretched her body out across mine, the dildo still clamped between our suctioning pussies. I grabbed her waist and pulled her towards me, allowing the rubber cock of Colonel Brooke to slide even further inside my sopping cunt. This was the closest I have ever been to a genuine fuck and I loved every glorious second of it.

'Suddenly my body convulsed and my head thrashed back and forth against the pillow. “Oh my God! Lizzie, don't stop now whatever you do! Lordy, that feels so great!” Of course Lizzie did not stop, and kept fucking my cunney as well as her own as she rocked to and fro. As soon as she felt me spend she felt the stirrings of her own approaching orgasm and we climbed the peaks almost together, shuddering and heaving as our cunnies poured out generous libations of love juice upon the sheets which were already stained by our perspiration and previous spendings. 'We lay there, drained and exhausted, pressed together still and joined at the crotch by the dildo which we took out carefully, first from my cunt and then from Lizzie's and she deposited it back on the table. We took a short nap but this time I was the first to wake and whilst she slept I caressed her as slowly and lovingly as she had earlier made love to me. I licked and nibbled at her small but proudly jutting breasts and her nipples rose to greet my mouth. I ran my palm down her belly and into her soaking blonde muff which woke her up and she smiled happily, closing her legs gently upon my hand. I ran my fingers through her silky triangle and my forefinger slipped easily into her sticky pussey which made her purr with pleasure. I had never gone down on another girl before (though several girls had done this to me at boarding school) but my curiosity and pervasive lust to which should be added to the desire to please Lizzie too were enough to overcome any slight resistance I might have felt towards the idea. So I slid down between her slender long legs and clasped my hands around Lizzie's boyish, rounded bum cheeks. I separated them as she arched her back to bring her tangy cunney up towards my mouth. I licked and lapped around those savoury cunt lips, moist from both our juices and then sucked her clitty into my mouth. This made Lizzie thresh around under me and with each of her writhings I felt my own pussey spend a little. I managed to straddle her leg so that I was able to feel her knee against my clitty. We made love again and each time Lizzie moved passionately her legs pressed more heavily against my cunt. As my excitement rose even higher I sucked up her cunney juices with renewed vigour. Finally, her whimpers and groans gave way to one long full-throated scream and we came together for a second time in a total, blinding release. We lay there together in bed before falling asleep for the night in each other's arms.' 'I was worried that my prick might literally burst out of my trousers for I had been inadvertently been playing pocket billiards throughout the recounting of this outrageous history. I wiggled about uncomfortably but my shaft remained as stiff as iron when Katie declared: 'You'll be ready soon enough to have Campbell or whoever you so desire poke you. Do insist that he stays the whole night with you, though, when you finally do decide to take the plunge. I adore it when my lover makes love to me in the morning after a good night's fucking. For example, quite recently I was fucked by Mr. Harry Barr, the gossip columnist of The Pink 'Un, a sporting paper which wanted an interview with my Papa about his stable of racehorses. Mr. Barr was a competent enough lover though nothing amazingly special as far as technique goes. But on the morning after we made love, I opened my eyes and found him licking out my cunney. Now I vaguely recall something pleasant about a dream I was having but I didn't connect it with what was actually taking place. I was dreaming that I was out on Scarborough beach when I saw a piece of wood carved in the shape of a huge black prick lying in the sand. I got up and took off my bathing costume and eased the piece of wood inside my cunt. 'Then I woke up and found Harry Barr deep inside me and he told me, as he pumped his prick in and out of my juicy wetness, that he had been playing with my pussey for at least ten minutes beforehand, being careful not to wake me up. This was most considerate of him in the circumstances as his cock must have been straining at the leash. We then enjoyed a truly superb fuck, much better than the night before, and I suppose it was the bridge between fantasy and reality that made the experience so memorable for us both.' As she finished her recollection, Katie looked across to me and with a saucy grin, said: This has hardly been suitable conversation for young Rupert to hear-mind, from the look of that bulge between his legs, I don't think it has done him any permanent damage.' Barbara blushed but Katie's blood was up from the recounting of the stirring adventures-almost as much as mine! 'Come here, you naughty boy and let me see what you have hidden away in your trousers,' she called. 'Is that a catapult you have hidden in your pocket or were you simply stimulated by hearing the private confessions of two young ladies? Come sir, don't be shy.' I walked towards them awkwardly, trying to conceal my bulging prick. But as soon as I was in reach, Katie swiftly unhooked my belt and ripping open my fly buttons, brought out my naked stiff cock into the sunlight. 'Isn't he well developed for a lad of his age?' remarked Barbara. I looked gratefully at her for I was used to only Frank receiving such compliments about the size of his shaft! 'Oh yes, indeed! I think that a good boy like Rupert-with an enormous prick that looks desperate for relief-needs to be attended to immediately,' said Katie, pulling down my trousers and underpants as she knelt in front of me. She took my cock in her warm, soft hands which instantly caused it to twitch delightedly whilst Barbara joined her and cupped my balls with one hand whilst gently rubbing her fingers down the length of my staff. 'With respect, dear Barbara, I saw it first,' said Katie as she opened her mouth and took my uncapped helmet between her rich red lips. The feeling was simple unbelievable as her darting tongue moved to and fro along the shaft. As she palated my prick I felt my balls swell under the caress of Barbara's hands and I thrust my shaft frenziedly in and out of Katie's mouth, knowing that I could hold back my spend for only a very short while. Barbara must also have guessed my urgency for she took my balls into her mouth and sucked them which caused a fierce rush of sperm to be sent shearing through the channel to the “eye” on the top of my pulsating knob. I exploded inside Katie's sweet mouth, flooding her throat with a deluge of sticky spunk which she greedily swallowed though she could not cope with my copious spend. My spunk gushed out between her lips and ran down her chin and finally fell upon Barbara's nose as she continued to suck my balls. When Katie had finally milked my prick of its last drops of jism I stood there in a daze with my prick limp. Then Katie pulled Barbara aside and whispered something in her ear that I could not quite catch. Katie then turned back to me and said: 'We would like to see your cock stand up stiff again, Rupert. Can you oblige us?'

'Not yet, I'm afraid,' I said sadly looking down at my flaccid shaft. 'Well, I have the answer. Take off the rest of your clothes please,' she commanded and so I did just that, carefully putting them in a neat pile by my chair. Katie grinned and said: 'Good-now we are going to play a little game. We're going to imagine that we are back at your school-St Lionel's, if I am not mistaken-and you have been summoned to the Headmaster's study for bad behaviour.

Now sir, will you stiffen your prick!' 'I'm terribly sorry but I'm unable to just for the moment,' I mumbled. 'Very well,' said Katie crisply. 'Bend down, you naughty boy, and touch your toes.'

Again, I did as I was told, feeling rather nervous as Katie opened my legs slightly so that the girls could see my hairy ballsack hanging down. Then Barbara passed her hand lightly across my bare bottom cheeks and they began to wallop my arse with their palms, taking turns to smack me. It hurt a bit after a time but strangely enough did not feel as unpleasant as perhaps it should have done. Smack, smack, SMACK! There, you naughty boy! How dare you visit us with a dangling tool!' Smack, smack, SMACK! 'Such an impudent fellow, isn't he? Take that, that and that!' I craned my head backwards and saw that whilst one girl was tanning my hide the other was busily undressing and by the time my arse was really stinging from their slaps, both girls were quite nude. I looked down at my prick and saw that as if by magic it now stood up in a rampant state of erection, standing majestically high with the tip of my knob touching my navel. 'He's ready now,' cried Katie. 'Well, here's your chance, Barbara. I would let yourself be fucked by young Rupert, if I were you, so that when you and Campbell finally jump into bed you'll know exactly what to expect.'

'Do you think so?' said Barbara anxiously, as she thought for a moment before making up her mind. 'Yes, you're quite right, of course.

Rupert, may I take it that you have no objections?' My father had always drummed it in to my head that one should always help a lady in distress-not that I needed any encouragement as the lovely girl stretched herself out on the luxuriantly thick carpet. She really was an exceptional beauty with extremely large breasts topped by well-proportioned ruby nipples. Her mound was a veritable delight with a profusion of exquisite dark brown hair covering her furrow and the pouting lips of her cunney looked hugely inviting. I knelt before this sensual goddess, spreading her legs wide as she grasped my rigid rod to feed it to her hungry pussey. She guided my knob between her cunney lips and slowly, thrillingly, I inched my staff inside her willing wet cunt as it sucked in my throbbing cock. I fucked her as slowly as possible, taking my time as her cunney muscles clutched sweetly at the sides of my shaft while I hovered above her, supporting myself on my arms. Then deeper and deeper, but still with deliberate speed, I thrust back and forth inside her. She began to moan and shudder and I paused. 'Am I hurting you?' I asked for this was after all Barbara's initiation into the grandest game, though her hymen must have been broken even before her tribadic double-ended dildo encounter with Lizzie with which we had just been regaled. I moved inexorably on, my hands holding her firmly just below her swaying breasts and I quickened my pumping at her request as I felt the walls of her love channel widen. She gyrated like a girl possessed and my cock was drawn in to the limit as I corked her cunt, my balls banging against her bottom as I plunged my prick in and out of her dark cavern. The familiar tingle in my balls announced that the first surge of spunk was beginning its journey up to my rock-hard shaft. 'Can I spunk inside you?' I panted. Instinctively she opened her legs even wider, plumbing her hidden depths and as I drove in and out in the final passionate frenzy, her pussey exploded. She was wracked by great shudders that rippled through her body so that each time, however impossible it seemed to be, her cunney opened a little wider. As every current jolted through her she willed herself on, shouting: 'Yes! Yes!

Shoot your spunk!' and she rose to meet me as I plunged yet again into her. The first unstoppable surge of sperm coursed its way up my cock.

Time and time again I rammed into her, filling her cunt to overflowing with my jets of jism. Gush upon gush flowed into her from my spurring knob. My balls knocked unmercifully against her, throbbing with the mighty power of their emptying ejaculations. A tide of relief washed over us as my pace slowed. Everything that was in me was now inside her cunt. The last irregular spasms of my come shook me and Barbara gave one last convulsive heave and then lay very still, her arms and legs splayed out, her breasts quivering still with the energy she had expended. My lusty young cock was now truly spent and I pulled out my shrunken shaft and rolled off her. 'Well done, Rupert,' cried Katie, who had been following our coupling closely. 'I was most impressed that such a youthful prick could perform so well.'

'Well done indeed,' echoed Barbara. 'I came twice before you spunked. But I fear I have left little for you to enjoy, Katie. Poor Rupert will never manage another cockstand this afternoon.'

'Never mind, my sweet love; carpe diem, guam minimum credula postero and with respect to Rupert whose prick I would certainly enjoy having in my cunney or up my bum, I am well served for cock just now.

If you recall Mr. Nolan the cinematographer has placed his Yankee pole at my disposal this evening and he really does know how to satisfy a girl.' We decided to dress ourselves which was just as well because we had only just finished when the Reverend Armstrong arrived, to be followed shortly afterwards by Wallace in our best carriage.

Katie accepted my offer of a ride back to her home as she wanted to leave Barbara and Campbell alone to enjoy themselves in privacy! I was feeling satisfied with the way I had spent the afternoon but on the way back Katie suddenly said to me: 'Rupert, would you think it amiss if I gave you a word of advice?' 'Not at all, Katie but I do hope that I have done nothing to offend you,' I replied in genuine concern, somewhat puzzled by the serious tone of her words. She shook her head. 'Oh no, my dear boy, far from it. I would just like to say this to you. Fucking is the finest sport that a young man can engage in.

However, if you ever reach the stage where one fuck is like another, when afterwards you cannot picture who it was you fucked and the particular taste of the girl concerned, then you should give your cock a rest and simply take yourself in hand-in every sense of the phrase if need be-until you are able to resume, refreshed and reinvigorated to enjoy the wonderful world of pussey and the ever-altering feel of one cunney from another.' I pondered over her wise words. Over the years I have thanked the blessed providence for the fact that every pussey that I have ever encountered has been new and different in some way. Still, I have never forgotten Katie's counselling and there have indeed been periods-of as long as three or four weeks on occasion-when I have refrained from dipping my wick, even though the opportunity has been there for the taking. At this early stage in my career as a cocksman, however, I simply filed Katie's warning in the banks of memory. I returned back to Albion Towers in the highest of spirits and naturally was eager to tell Frank about all my experiences. 'You should have come with me to Farnham, old chap, as I am sure that at worst, Katie Harbottle would have sucked you off even if she didn't want to fuck.' 'Not to worry,' said Frank cheerfully. 'I really did have a slight headache this afternoon and besides I had a jolly good time earlier on with Fred and Campbell whilst you were with Katie and Barbara.' 'Did you now,' I said, settling down in my chair as we idled away the time before dinner in the billiards room, undisturbed by any other members of the household.

'Yes,' he said smugly. 'I do not know whether it is the keen Yorkshire air that makes people so randy in this part of the world but I give you my word that I am not exaggerating a jot about what happened after luncheon. Fred, Campbell and I decided to trudge up to the ruins of Knaresborough Castle. Living so near, you must have been there many times, but Campbell told Fred Nolan how the site of the castle commands prospects of great beauty and extent. Indeed..

“Knaresborough From The Castle Hill” is a favourite subject with many artists. 'Campbell was telling us about a secret passage leading from the castle yard to the moat when we came across one of these artists, an extremely pretty lady in her mid twenties, sitting in front of an easel and looking earnestly at the scene in front of her.

She was wearing a dose-fitting costume in the modern style which showed off her slim body and lovely big breasts which jutted out like two melons. I don't mind telling you that my cock began to stiffen just at the sight of these two beauties which were only half hidden by a low-cut top. 'Well, what do ya know,' gasped Mr. Nolan when we approached her. 'It's Miss Patricia Miller or I'm a Dutchman. Hey, Patsy, how'ya doing, honey?” The girl looked up and, Christ, Rupert, she really was a beauty. Her mop of red hair set off the most beautiful face which lit up when she saw us. “My God, it's Fred Nolan,” she cried out in a most pleasing Yankee draw, “fancy seeing you here.” They embraced each other heartily and Fred explained that Miss Miller was a distinguished actress in her home town of Boston and had played in many of the top theatres throughout the United States.

“Are you working over here, Patsy?” he asked and she shook her head.

'I'm over here purely for a vacation, Fred. The London impressarios have been badgering me and I was tempted by a generous offer from Konrad Kochanski to appear in As You Like It at Drury Lane in London.

But I've turned him down along with all the others! I need to recharge my batteries and paint and sketch a little. I'm staying with Lord Hugh Hoffner at Hampsthwaite. Where are you residing, Fred? You really must come along to see me there, especially if you bring along your camera.

His Lordship is fascinated by the idea of moving pictures.” 'Mr.

Nolan explained that he was staying at Albion Towers with your family, Rupert, and then after he introduced Reverend Armstrong and myself, Miss Miller showed us some of the pictures she had painted during her holiday. I looked over Mr. Nolan's shoulder as he leafed through her portfolio but to my delighted surprise there were no landscapes of Knaresborough Castle or the surrounds-instead there were twenty or thirty sketches and most were precisely drawn studies of those parts of the human body that we rarely see on canvas! There were titties and arses, cunts and pricks galore, Rupert. My favourite was perhaps the one of a girl with her skirts thrown up and her naked bottom thrust out towards the beholder in such a fashion that, between the spread legs, one could see her furry auburn bush and her cunney lips that were already parted as if in eager anticipation of thrusting entry.'

'How fascinating! Isn't it the very deuce of a coincidence that only last week Diana Wigmore, another female artist who loves fucking, was good enough to rid me of my troublesome virginity. I'll tell you something, Frank old boy, even if I pass all the University examinations when we leave St Lionel's, blow Oxford and Cambridge, I'm off to art school in London, Paris or Rome.' My pal chuckled and continued: 'And I think I'll join you, although my brother Roger assures me that there is plenty of fucking available to undergraduates in both those august establishments. Anyhow, as I was telling you, Mr.

Nolan was also much taken by this drawing and demanded to know who the lady in question might be. “Oh no, I cannot tell you,” said Miss Miller roguishly. “It would be wrong to divulge the name of my sitter, for all these drawings were done for private exhibition only. I mean, supposing I was to circulate a picture of your prick. I doubt whether you would want it bandied about amongst gatherings of strangers or passed from hand to hand even amongst those of your acquaintances.

Don't you agree, Reverend Armstrong?” 'Campbell took her point and commented: “I agree that your lips should remain sealed, Miss Miller, and that we must think of your sketch only as The Unknown Cunt. However, the love-channel in question does appear to be a most welcoming furrow and one can hardly blame any gentleman for being curious to find out the name of its owner.” He pulled out another drawing that showed a pretty, buxom looking young woman with a happy smile upon her lips about to kiss the uncapped knob of a well-sized erect prick that she was lovingly cradling in her hands. '“Ah ha,” said Campbell. “Now here is a sensitive sketch from life that I find most pleasing, with its suggestions both of vulnerability and of a half-ashamed boldness.” '“It does not offend you, Reverend?” twinkled the artist. “Certainly not, my dear young lady,” he quipped, “for it shows that the female in question has learned her catechism well. Does she not show that she knows what is the chief end of man? But I think you have based this picture upon an illustration from Mr. Angus Gradegate's Fucking For Fun which must also be available in your country.” '“Well spotted,” said Miss Miller with unconcealed admiration. “Only a very few people have ever made the connection.” Campbell replied modestly: “Well, I do have an unfair advantage here, as the girl who posed for the illustration in Mr. Gradegate's valuable tome was my cousin Louise Lombert from Dumbarton and the member she is holding is that of her friend, Mr.

John Gibson of Edinburgh, a gentleman whose penis is reckoned to be perhaps the largest in all of Scotland.” '“Really now,” said Miss Miller. “Is Mr. Gibson still residing in Edinburgh? I plan to spend a few days there early next week and would appreciate an introduction.”

She turned to Mr. Nolan and added: “You'll hardly credit it, Fred, but I've not had a good fuck since I came to England.” '“How terrible,” said Mr. Nolan as he took hold of the willing girl. “Let's put that right here and now! After all, we're old friends and I'm sure my companions will excuse me if I asked them to continue their stroll without me.” 'Campbell whipped out a notebook and said that he would walk on to a park bench a quarter of a mile or so up the road. I would have joined him but the fiery-haired American girl said: “Don't leave us, young man. You may learn something to your advantage.” 'Mr. Nolan looked a little dubious but then his face cleared and he said to me: “Oh yes, I quite forgot, Patsy prefers an audience whilst fucking which I suppose comes from performing so much on the stage. Come on, let's go behind the clump of trees over there. After all, you're welcome to watch, Frank, but we don't want to admit the general public-especially as they would be able to see for free!” 'I followed the couple down the hill to the place Mr. Nolan suggested and once we found an even piece of ground, I helped spread out the rug Miss Miller had brought with her and we laid it on the grass. Mr. Nolan quickly stripped off and lay down on his back, his prick waving upwards like a huge, veiny truncheon. Miss Miller laughed gaily as she stepped out of her dress and slipped off her chemise. She wore no knickers (it was because the day was so warm, she later confided) and she paraded her naked charms which gave me a stiffstander in no time. What a ravishing sight she was, Rupert, and I almost spent there and then as her firm, thrusting breasts swung gracefully as she pirouetted lightly on the balls of her feet, letting me see her delectable figure. Straightaway I recognised her pussey from the picture that had so attracted us. “The Unknown Cunt", as Campbell had called it, was none other than a clever self-portrait for there in all its glory was the pouting little crack inside the curly auburn-haired triangle which nestled between her creamy white thighs.

'But I said nothing as she swooped down and washed Mr. Nolan's knob with her tongue. She then wrapped her rich lips around the straining shaft and sucked lustily for a little before climbing up on him with her knees on either side of his torso. She pulled open her pink cunney lips and I saw her take hold of his cock and guide it inside her. Like Mr. Nolan, Patsy Miller was an expert equestrian and this was shown as she rode his prick with great assurance, twisting her hips and bouncing merrily away, leaning forward so that he could take her cherry nipples in his mouth. 'Her face was now flushed with excitement and she turned to me and gasped: “Come on, let me see what you have to offer.” I unbuttoned my trousers and presented my cock to her. She took it in her hands and peeled back my foreskin as she massaged my shaft. “Hey, big boy, what a whopper, that looks like a prick big enough for a man twice your age. And such a fine smooth-skinned shaft, as hard and stiff as anything, yet like velvet to the touch.” 'She continued to bounce up and down Mr. Nolan's prick as she leaned forward to lick and tongue my purple knob. Then, with a practised hand, she cupped my balls in the palm of her hand and gently pulled me towards her so that she could feed all of my shaft inside her mouth. Perhaps it was the lewd sight of Patsy sucking my cock which brought Mr. Nolan off so quickly. “Are you ready for it, Patsy?” he panted as she rocked backwards and forwards on his prick in rhythm with the grand sucking to which she was treating my delighted member. I felt such delicious stabs of desire as she sucked my cock, teasing my helmet against the roof of her mouth with her tongue that I, too, soon felt the surge of a powerful spend coursing through my throbbing staff. We both spunked simultaneously and Mr. Nolan filled her cunt with his copious emission of sticky white jism whilst I drenched her mouth with my spurtings of creamy sperm. '“Thanks, boys, that was a nice brisk fuck. I really enjoyed that and I must tell you, Fred, that young Frank here has a lovely salty tang to his jism. M'mm, nothing tastes as clean and fresh as frothy spunk straight from the cock. My God, his prick is still stiff even after spunking!

Oh well, let's not waste any time.” She lay down on the sheet, and pulled me on top of her. I entered her easily, for her cunney was well greased from Fred's jism. I slid my full length deep into her and began to fuck her as she threw her legs around my waist. She arched upwards at every stroke, her bum cheeks coming off the sheet as she gyrated faster and faster. She wailed with ecstasy as I grabbed her breasts and brought my head down to suck those lovely red nipples. I felt her cunney contract around my cock as I thrust madly into her exquisite wetness and all too soon the sperm came bubbling up from my balls. Luckily, she reached port first, shivering and trembling as with one last push I started to spend, spurting my hot love juice inside her willing cunt. She gurgled with joy as my frothy white cream hurtled into her and she milked my prick superbly. Then Mr. Nolan showed us his expertise at bum fucking and, as requested, I tossed myself off and squirted my sperm over her titties whilst her bottom hole was being flooded by Mr. Nolan. 'So you see, Rupert, I didn't miss out too much by not joining you this afternoon at Farnham for I was absolutely shagged out and needed a rest!' 'You certainly did not,' I agreed and I asked him where Mr. Nolan might be found. Frank informed me that our guest was still engaged in developing his film so I decided to go to my bedroom and take a bath as I was feeling hot and bothered after all that exercise at Farnham.

In my room, I took off my jacket when I suddenly remembered that our form had been set some holiday work by our English master Mr.

Bresslaw, the task being to write a poem of not less than twelve lines, a task which I had not yet completed. 'I wonder whether Frank has remembered either,' I muttered to myself as I took out the exercise book from my bedside drawer in which I had scribbled the verse to Diana which I have reproduced earlier in this narrative.

Perhaps it was because we had been studying Romeo and Juliet and I had been much moved by the plight of the star-crossed lovers that I decided to try and pen some lines on the joyousness of love-making. I took off my jacket and sat down on my bed, willing the muse to assist me. The first few lines came quickly:

Tell me where are there such blisses When lips are joined in heavenly kisses When lovers both convulsive start The passion only love imparts Then, just as I was racking my brains thinking of how to continue, there was a demure knock on my door. 'Come in,' I called and Sally, our sensual servant, came in. 'What do you want, Sally, my room seems to have already been cleaned?' I said. 'I know, Master Rupert, it's been ready for you since noon,' said the blonde temptress. 'But Mr. Goldhill told me to refill all the water jugs in the bedrooms-I'm sorry if I interrupted anything important.'

She set down the tray she was carrying with the jug on it and said: 'Are you writing another poem?' I was shocked-how the devil did she know? As if reading my mind, she said: 'I read the verses you wrote to Miss Diana in that notebook. Well, don't be cross. You shouldn't have left it around if you didn't want anyone to see it. I'm good at rhyming, perhaps I can help you with your poem.' Before I could reply, she was sitting besides me. To be honest, I did not believe for a moment that Sally would be able to complete my work. But I was wrong, dear reader, for Sally was blessed with an aptitude for versifying that put me to shame. It would bring a blush to all those of a reactionary disposition who insist that the labouring classes are incapable of anything but the most basic speech, thoughts and deeds.

For Sally helped me greatly as I put together the following ode:

Mutual keeping to one tether, Sweet it is to join together Throbbing, heaving, Never grieving; Thrusting, bursting, Sighing, dying! Decrepit age may beckon, teasing, Shrivelled up bodies well not abide, Vigorous youth, oh, that is pleasing, It is worth the world beside. Craving, wanting, Sobbing, panting, Throbbing, heaving, Never grieving, Thrusting, bursting, Sighing, dying! 'Sally, you have hidden talents.' I laughed but she shrugged off what I now realise was an unintentionally patronising comment. 'Oh, we are quite capable downstairs of other things besides cleaning and cooking, you know. Mr. Goldhill, for example, is a serious student of the art of ancient Greece and on his summer vacation last year went down to London to see the Elgin Marbles.'

'You surprise me, Sally, I suppose you'll tell me next that Wallace the coachman is a learned authority on the art of the Dutch masters.' 'No, Master Rupert,' she grinned. 'He doesn't even know much about Dutch caps. All that interests him is cricket, football, ale and fucking-which reminds me, as I've helped you with your homework, how about a farewell fuck before you go back to school?'

My eyes lit up. 'Now you're talking, Sally. Blow poetry and the Elgin Marbles.' 'Let me blow you instead!' she cried as she knelt before me and unbuttoned my trousers and peeled down my pants to allow my thickening bare cockshaft to emerge. My tool sprang out eagerly from its squashed state, stiffening up quickly as she cupped my balls in one hand. Coyly playing with my truncheon with the other, sliding her fingers up and down the hot, sturdy shaft, first played with my prick, then gobbled almost the whole length of my shaft inside her mouth. Her tongue played lightly at the swollen uncapped helmet of my prick as she gently but insistently squeezed my throbbing balls. Her mouth sucked hungrily up and down my rigid rod, sliding her lips up and down my rock-hard shaft, gulping noisily as my knob smoothed its way across the roof of her mouth and down towards the back of her throat. I managed to unbutton her blouse and took her proud young breasts in my hands, flicking her titties between my fingers as I thrust my cock in and out of her mouth until very soon I pumped a stream of creamy spunk between her lips which she swallowed with the same sweet urgency with which we began this encounter. Gad, is there anything more thrilling than having a pretty girl suck your cock? It adds that indefinable extra dimension to a good fuck best expressed perhaps by my old friend, Sir Loring Sayers, who commented in The Cremorne recently: 'Sucking a man's cock is the deepest, most sensitive way in which a woman can acknowledge her lover's masculinity.' I am sure this was so with Sally, who now had me in thrall. 'Now it's your turn to taste me,' she said, quickly stripping off the rest of her clothes. She lay back on my bed and the sight of her exquisitely fashioned quim with the two pink cunney lips peeping delicately through the mass of blonde hair of her pussey simply carried me away. With a hoarse cry I leaped up to join her and parted her thighs even wider. In an instant I was licking and lapping her around her dripping treasure-trove. My tongue slipped deep inside her and I could feel her clitty swell as I probed even further. There was a refreshing tang of our mixed love juices as with a soft moan of pleasure she wrapped her thighs around my neck, forcing her splendid silky bush into my face. I nipped at her clitty with the top of my tongue until she reached a delighted peak. 'I want you inside me,' she moaned, releasing my head from between her legs. I let her flop back on the bed, threshing and writhing in her own secret world of pleasure. When she had regained her composure she told me to lie on my back and she knelt over my prick which was still semi-erect. She brushed her perky titties over my knob, and this had the desired effect of making my shaft stand up to attention straightaway. She grasped my slippery shaft and rubbed it up and down until it was more than ready. Then she squatted over my twitching knob and guided it between her squishy cunney lips. My cock slid all the way up her sopping slit as I reached up to squeeze her creamy breasts. Sally began to ride me with long steady movements of her supple thighs. I began to move with her and played with her luscious red-stalked titties whilst she rode me faster and faster. This was no slow, lingering fuck. We were both so urgent in our needs that with every thrust downwards upon my prick, I rose upwards to meet her with equal vigour. Great gasps shuddered through our bodies and the tingling in my cock became stronger and stronger and I felt that first gush of spunk forcing its way up from my bollocks. My prick twitched and I jetted my first wedges of cream as her cunney quivered all round my shaft and she began to spend with me. The muscular contractions of her cunt increased my pleasure even more and I shot a tremendous flow of sperm into her gorgeous love box as she fell forwards into my arms, shaking and yelping in delight as her pussey milked my pulsing prick of every drop of spunk. We lay entwined, exhausted, sucking in great gulps of air. Neither of us could speak but she smiled up at me and puckered up her lips in a little kiss. Still inside her, I felt her cunney relax and I took out my now deflated cock. I looked sadly down at it but Sally said: 'Your tadger has worked very hard. I give him nine and a half marks out of ten which is half a mark more than I have ever awarded.' 'How about Mr. Goldhill?' I asked. 'Oh, Stanley usually scores seven or eight but I've yet to give out a ten.

Perhaps we'll see if you can hit the jackpot during the Christmas vacation,' she teased. Now the flush that had suffused our bodies began to subside and we pulled on our clothes. I took my bath and changed and knocked on Frank's door. 'Frank, are you ready for dinner?' I called out. He came to the door, looking very spruce. That was well-timed,' he said. 'I've just said goodbye to Polly who came up to my room for a last fuck before I go home. I say, Rupert, this has been the jolliest vacation we've ever spent together, hasn't it?'

'We've certainly spent a lot, old chap.' I commented and we burst out laughing as we made our way downstairs to the dining room.