The Intimate Memoirs of an Edwardian Dandy, vol.I

CHAPTER FIVE. Back To School

I have always looked with pity on the man who says that 'his schooldays were the happiest days of his life'. It is an undeniable fact that, when older men meet, they tend to hanker for the joys of youth, remembering the roistering of their salad days when they would besport themselves with wine, women and song. Yet whilst I enjoy ruminating over the fun of times gone by, it is not in my nature to sigh wistfully over past pleasures. I far prefer to look forward to the opportunities afforded by the future. However, let me stress that I count myself extremely fortunate that my formative years were spent at St Lionel's Academy for the Sons of Gentlefolk, an educational establishment run on more liberal principles than the usual public school of its class. Great men have been scholars there and many sportsmen of renown have graced its playing fields. The majesty of the ancient grey buildings, set just south of the Ashdown Forest near the village of Maresfield, makes its pupils appear in their imagination to see themselves as heirs to a great tradition.

Many, I regret to admit, were tempted to hold an unwarranted aloof sense of social superiority but Frank Folkestone and myself were amongst those who simply had a genuine love and pride for our old school. In twos and threes we strolled along the tree-lined path leading to the Great Hall, exchanging greetings and comparing holiday notes with classmates we had not seen for several weeks. 'Should we tell them what we did on our holidays?' said Frank with a cheery grin as we entered Hall. 'They will all be so envious that I bet no-one will believe we now know the joys of fucking!' I was about to reply when the deep, commanding voice of our headmaster Dr Keeleigh boomed out: 'Folkestone! Mountjoy! I would like to see you in my study at once.' Frank paled and muttered: 'Hells bells! How could the old bugger have heard me?' 'He couldn't have done, don't worry,' I reassured him but nevertheless I was still more than a mite worried as we followed the headmaster through to his large oak-panelled study. As the Bard of Avon has it, conscience makes cowards of us all! In fact, of course, Dr Keeleigh had not heard a single word of Frank's lewd remark. We entered his study and the headmaster must have been reading my mind for he put an avuncular hand on my arm and said: 'Sit down, boys, sit down. Now I don't want to burden either of you this term as it is important that you work and play as hard as you can. The Fifth Form this year is of an exceptionally high calibre and knowing your fathers as I do, if either of you don't finish well up the examination lists at the end of each term, I know you'll be for the high jump.' We smiled weakly as the headmaster added: 'But I've every confidence in you chaps and feel that your shoulders are strong enough to carry a further burden. I want your help in a matter not only important for the school but also for our country.' These dramatic words had us bolt upright in our chairs. What could Dr Keeleigh mean? He saw he had captured our rapt attention and continued: 'Tomorrow, gentlemen, a very special new pupil starts at St Lionel's. Now we are not talking about the usual case of an eleven-year-old boy who would begin his life here in the First Form.

Firstly, this new chap is sixteen years old and will start his schooling in your year. Secondly, this new chap is an Indian. His name is Prince Salman and he is the eldest son of the Rajah of Lockshenstan, a land of vital strategic importance on the North West Frontier. The Prince's father is an important ally in our fight against the Afghan irregulars and those agents of other European powers who would like nothing better than to see our position on the Indian sub-continent destablished. 'I will let you boys into a confidence. Our government has persuaded the Rajah to let Salman be educated in the Mother Country. Previously he was educated privated by British tutors in the Rajah's palace so he speaks English perfectly.

We have been honoured that on the advice of the Viceroy of India himself, the Rajah has chosen to send his son to St Lionel's. I would not be surprised if the Rajah knows of your father, Mountjoy. You lived in Delhi for some years as a young boy, if I remember rightly.

'What I want you boys to do for me is to take Prince Salman under your wing. He has been to England several times and so he will not find life here totally strange. Show him the ropes and keep him out of trouble. This should not pose too many problems because he is a studious boy and I am sure he will fit in well.' 'We'll be happy to help out, sir,' I said. 'May I ask a question though? What do we call him: Your Highness, Prince Salman or what?' The headmaster beamed and said: 'An excellent question, Mountjoy. I think the best solution is that he should be known as “Prince” to staff and boys alike. He will be at the school just before luncheon tomorrow and I will call you up here as soon as he arrives. Any further questions?'

'No, sir!' we chorused and Dr Keeleigh waved us away. 'Good lads, I will rely on you. I've already informed the teaching staff about all this but you must feel free to speak to me in confidence about any problem that might arise.' After tea, our form was ordered into a classroom to hear 'an important address' by the school chaplain, the Reverend Percy Clarke, the contents of which was known to us even before he marched into the room. Looking back, I think it probable that the Reverend Percy was himself a closet arse-bandit for he liked nothing better than to question boys about whether they ever had wet dreams, whether they ever fantasised about naked women, whether they had ever experienced erections and whether they ever played with themselves. Of course, everyone denied everything (though in practice the true answer to any of his queries would have been in the affirmative for almost every boy!). But after a dare, one fifth former confessed to all of these 'sins' and was promptly ordered to dip his cock into cold water first thing in the morning and last thing at night! So we knew what to expect when he cleared his throat and began droning on about the evils of 'the solitary vice'. 'Beware of this insidious disease which is the work of the devil,' he trumpeted.

'It cheats semen getting its full chance of making up the strong, manly chap you would otherwise be. Do not be tempted to throw away the seed that has been handed down to you as a sacred trust instead of keeping it and ripening it for bringing a son to you when you are fully matured. 'My advice to you all is this. Whenever you feel the impure urge coming on, say a prayer such as “Oh God, give me strength to resist the evil afflicting my body.” I also recommend cold baths and long walks to help save yourself from this terrible scourge.' 'A final warning to you all-many of our finest doctors have written that, as surely as night follows day, self-abuse will lead to weak eye-sight, poor hearing and even insanity in later life.

So take heed and make a promise to yourselves that you will resist the forces of darkness.' He burbled on for a few more minutes and Harry Price-Bailey, an athletic fellow and a good friend of both Frank and myself, grunted: 'I suppose that will keep us from pulling our puds for at least five minutes!' For several years after I left St Lionel's I was especially cross with Dr Keeleigh for letting this clerical lunatic fill the minds of ignorant boys with such nonsense-and I don't care who says anything to the contrary, I'm damned sure that a five-knuckle shuffle never harmed anyone. I rest my case on no other grounds that if Reverend Clarke's view was correct, there'd be a bloody big demand for glasses and hearing-trumpets, that's for sure! Any notice that might have been taken of the chaplain's words had gone by the evening, for that night, after lights out in the dormitory, Frank and I told our form-mates all about the excitements of our holiday. As we expounded in graphic detail about the several ways we had fucked Diana, Cecily, Sally and Polly, the lot of us soon sported gigantic hard-ons including Frank and myself!

Within a minute, all the boys brought out their pricks and tossed themselves off, Frank and myself included. The experience was hardly unpleasant but since I had tasted the joys of a genuine fuck, I found that taking oneself in hand is fine as far as it goes but is only the first step on the road to sexual fulfillment. I woke with the dawn the next morning and decided to go for an early morning run round Blodgett's Field, where football and cricket fixtures were played against other schools. Running before breakfast was a practice encouraged by Dr Keeleigh but not to excess for it was banned during the winter months. I rummaged through my locker and put on my athletic vest and shorts and went down the stairs as quietly as possible as I did not wish to wake up others who were still asleep. As I made my way out towards the front door I heard two of the servant girls who came in daily from the nearby village talking. I recognised the dulcet tones of Melanie, perhaps the prettiest and certainly the girl who was most often drooled over by the older boys. It was rumoured that she had gone for a walk with Claridge of the Modern Sixth Senior who had boasted that she had let him slide his hand inside her blouse. But most of us, perhaps from envy, did not believe him! I strained my ears and heard Melanie say: 'Yes, Dolly, so there we were, just the two of us in the changing room. Well, I didn't know at first that Geoffrey had gone in to take a shower, I thought the place was empty.'

'My, my, so it's Geoffrey now, is it,' said Dolly, her companion, with a laugh. 'It's plain Mister Ormondroyd to the likes of me and the rest of the girls!' My heart missed a beat-they were talking about my history master, a young man who had recently joined the school after leaving University. He had obtained his post at St Lionel's because Dr Keeleigh was always keen to keep a balance in the staff between youth and experience. 'Oh, go on with you,' said Melanie. 'Do you want to hear what happened or not? Yes? Well, I went in and heard Geoffrey singing in the shower I decided to stay around, especially when I saw his clothes lying in a heap on the floor. I peeped into the shower room and I saw him standing with his back to me under the shower, turning himself slowly round under the water jets, massaging the soap into his muscular body. What a fine figure of a man he is, Dolly, such a broad chest and such pinchable firm bum cheeks! When he turned round to the front I could take a long hard look at his big cock and it was so exciting when he soaped his shaft and it bounced up in his hand into the stiffest white truncheon you could ever wish to see! I don't mind telling you that my pussey started to dampen and I put down my mop and slipped my hand inside my blouse to rub my titties, which were already tingling unbearably as Geoffrey played with his prick, not knowing that an eager pair of eyes was watching his every move! 'So what did you do about it?' prompted Dolly, laughing lewdly as she sat down on the stairs to hear the end of the anecdote. 'What do you think!' retorted Melanie, sitting down beside her. 'I went back to the changing room and bolted the door. Then I took off my blouse and skirt and stood there with just my knickers on waiting for Geoffrey to come out. I didn't have to wait long and he was even more ready for action than I was, being stark naked except for a towel with which he was wiping his face. His cock looked heavy and juicy, swinging between his thighs so he couldn't have brought himself off in the shower, I thought to myself, which would help things along.

'“My God, Melanie, how did you get in here?” he gasped, hastily draping the towel round his waist. '“I wondered if I might have some private instruction in indoor games.” I said boldly, stepping towards him and pushing my body up against his. I could feel his prick rising as I reached down and pulled down the towel, letting his swollen tool jump up to stand high against his tummy. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed them downwards. He made no resistance as we sank to the floor and I thrust my titties in his face. He sucked them up marvellously as I clasped his massive cock and began to wank him. He then worked his hands inside my knickers and rubbed my pussey with the flat of his hand before he pulled down my knickers. Then he did something that's never happened to me before… he leaned down and pushed my knickers over my ankles and then screwed them up in his hand and began rubbing the bundle against my soaking pussey! He made a sheath for his finger with the wet knickers and frigged my cunney with it. He wiggled his finger to the hilt until my knicks were saturated with my love juice. Then he eased them off his finger and frigged me with his bare fingers. 'So I wriggled myself around to bring my face up to his throbbing prick. I popped my lips over the crown of his cock and curled my tongue around his helmet, licking away whilst I cupped his tight ballsack. But I wanted him to fuck me so I only tongued the tip of his knob before lying down on my back. “Push that big dick in my cunt,” I said and he didn't need asking twice! He slipped that fat bulb in my cunney. I came straightaway and could feel the juice running out of me, clinging to my pussey hairs as his cock crashed through my love channel. He kept ramming his well-greased tool until we were both screaming in delight until he filled me with his sticky spunk. We lay together and his shaft stayed hard inside me as I felt his sperm trickle out of my cunt and down over my thighs. I would have liked to have continued but it was neither the time nor the place. I had to finish my work and Geoffrey was the duty master at breakfast so we both went into the shower to refresh ourselves and got dressed again as quickly as we could.' 'Are you going to see Mr.

Ormondroyd, oh, sorry, I mean Geoffrey, again?' 'I should say so!

We've arranged to meet in his study tomorrow night at ten o'clock, I can't wait, Dolly! It's been three months since I've had a good fuck!'

I waited for the two girls to walk away before continuing my descent. Melanie's story had given me a huge stiffstander but I took Reverend Clark's advice and went for a brisk early-morning job instead of finishing myself off with a five-knuckle shuffle. It wasn't the chaplain and his dire warnings of perdition that stopped me relieving my feelings in the time-honoured fashion, but rather a gut feeling that somehow, somewhere, I was going to be involved in fucking. Since I was a small boy, my father had always told me to trust my instincts.

I did so now, despite the total lack of credible evidence that might point to such a happy state of affairs. As it happens, such trust was not to be misplaced-though I would never have guessed in a million years just how such serendipity between fantasy and reality would be achieved! I did, however, have to wait until the next day for my dream to be realised. It all started when, as he had promised, Dr Keeleigh called Frank and myself to his study just before luncheon to meet Prince Salman-or, as the headmaster added, Salman Prince as he would be known at St Lionel's. I liked the look of Salman from the moment we met-he was a tall, powerfully built chap with a firm handshake. 'Good to meet you, Mountjoy, and you too Folkestone,' he called cheerily. 'I hope I won't be a burden and I'm really grateful if you'll show me the ropes.' At this point there was a tap on the door and, of all people, Melanie came in. 'You wanted to see me, sir,' she said and Dr Keeleigh asked her to show Salman where the laundry was situated, to explain how the household facilities of the school were run, and to take him back to the Fourth Form Common Room afterwards. After they left Dr Keeleigh sat down in his superb red leather chair (donated a few years back by the Old Lionelsians on his fiftieth birthday) and said: 'There is just one further matter about which I want to speak to you. There may be, amongst some of the more vulgar of your form-mates or indeed other boys, a feeling of prejudice against our Indian Prince on the grounds of the colour of his skin. Any such foolishness is abhorrent in my eyes and in fact amongst the very highest in the land. “Mislike me not for my complexion” says the Moor in The Merchant Of Venice and it is an unfortunate fact that there will be those who may wish to make sneering remarks about Prince behind his back. If this happens, I want you to remind the offender that no less a person than His Majesty The King himself on a visit to India twenty five years ago berated some officials of the East India Company who spoke disparagingly about the natives. He told them that because man has a dark skin there is no reason why he should be treated like a brute.' 'Very good sir, but suppose someone says something out of place directly to the Prince himself?' ventured Frank. A rare twinkled appeared in Dr Keeleigh's eyes. 'Ah, I don't think that will happen more than once,' he chuckled. 'I don't intend to broadcast the fact that Salman has taken lessons in fisticuffs from Harry Willoughby, the professional middleweight boxing champion. He showed himself to be a willing pupil!

I would rather wish you boys kept this information to yourselves and let anyone who tries to rag our new friend about his colour to find out for himself!' After the last lesson of the day we took Salman to the study which he would share with Frank and myself.

Coincidentally, we needed a third chap as our former studymate Nick Clee had left St Lionel's at the end of the summer term to join his parents in East Africa. 'I suppose this room must be a bit spartan after your father's palace,' said Frank as he busied himself with putting on the kettle for tea. 'And I bet you had something a darned sight tastier than bread and butter and a slice of cake for tea.' 'Yes, I was spoiled rotten,' agreed Salman. 'But as it says in your Bible: “Better a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therein.”' We looked at him in awe. 'Proverbs, Chapter 15, verse 17.' he added kindly. 'I thought you worshipped those funny statues with lots of arms and sacred cows and all that sort of thing.' I said. 'No, no, my dear Rupert, my family are Moslems and you are talking of Hinduism. I don't know too much about their religion except that the cow is regarded as a symbol of Mother Earth which is why the animal is sacred and many of my Hindu friends are vegetarians,' he explained. 'Our holy book is the Koran though we do accept much of Jewish and Christian teaching.' 'Yes, we studied Mohammed and his teachings last term. What I remember best is that men are allowed more than one wife, aren't they?' said Frank. 'If you're a glutton for punishment,' returned Salman with a smile. 'I think that like my father I shall settle for just one but keep a harem of concubines for pleasure.' I licked my lips. 'When were you allowed to… um -' 'Have my first woman?' said Salman, finishing the question for me. 'I had my first when I was thirteen. But that was quite unofficial and my father would have been furious, especially as the girl concerned was one of his favourites.' He paused and then, with a furrowed brow, he added in his perfect though slightly sing-song accented English: 'But since we're talking about this important subject, let me tell you that whilst I've been in England I have suffered from a grievous shortage of available bed-worthy females. 'But Miss Melanie, now, the girl who showed me round the school facilities before lunch, I would very much enjoy fucking her.

My worry is that this might be against the rules of the school.'

Frank laughed out loudly. 'I don't see why, no-one's ever said anything against it. I would have thought a bigger worry was to persuade Melanie to come across.' 'Oh, that's no problem,' he said confidently. 'How do you know?' I demanded. 'Well, I've already asked her and she's coming here at half past eight this evening so we'll have an hour to enjoy ourselves before we have to go to bed.' We stared at him in goggle-eyed astonishment. 'You asked her, just like that, if she wanted to be fucked and she immediately made an arrangement to see you tonight? My God, you're a fast worker.

Perhaps your being a high-born foreign prince impressed her?' But Salman shook his head. 'No, I don't really think so. I believe it is far more likely that she was impressed by my giving her half of this little piece of paper,' he commented, rummaging in his wallet to being out a carefully cut portion of a fifty pound note! 'Phew, I'll wager that Melanie hasn't seen too many of these,' I whistled. 'No, and I wonder if she's seen many of these either,' said Frank, giving his prick a suggestive circular rub with the palm of his hand.

'You don't think she is a virgin?' asked Salman anxiously.

'No, absolutely not,' I assured him firmly. I suddenly remembered that Melanie might have made an appointment with Salman this evening but that she had also made an assignation with Mr. Ormondroyd for ten o'clock. 'She's no virgin, Salman,' I repeated and I told the boys what I had overheard on the stairs early this morning. 'Good,' said Salman with relief. I don't want any indignant fathers round here demanding that I marry their daughters and all that sort of nonsense.

I shall enjoy myself tonight.' We looked jealously at him as Frank poured the tea. 'Dash it, there's something else I'd better tell you,' he said. “You've brought a girl from your dad's harem as well,' I sighed. 'No, no, old chap, it's about Melanie. I suggested that she bring two friends along tonight.' 'You jammy bugger!* grunted Frank enviously. 'Are you going to have three girls tonight?' 'I hope so,' he replied cheerfully. 'But my dear chaps, the other two ladies are primarily for your enjoyment.' 'For us?'

I exclaimed. 'Most certainly,' said Salman courteously. I do hope I haven't offended you but I thought we would have a little party to celebrate my arrival at St Lionel's and who better to ask than my two new friends. Of course, if you prefer not to indulge yourselves, do let me know.' 'Oh we wouldn't dream of letting you down, would we, Rupert?' said Frank. 'Salman, old boy, we'd love to take part – I can see that we three are going to get along very well indeed!'

It was difficult to keep our minds on our homework but we did our best until the dinner bell rang out. We bolted through our meal and were back in our study by eight o'clock. I must say that Salman was very cool about the whole affair, but Frank and I could hardly keep still as we were so excited at the thought of a big sex party. In the end Salman turned to us and said: 'I say, you fellows, why not sit down and relax. The girls won't be here for another half an hour. Use the time like me to relax your mind and body. You'll be in much better shape if you can try a spot of meditation.' We followed his advice but in my mind's eyes I could picture Melanie's large white breasts with the pink rosebud titties and I let myself drool about how I would run my hands over those gorgeous globes and then let them rove across her belly to that curly growth of cunney hair which curled in rich, dark locks in a triangle between her legs, tapering to a tantalising thinness where her pouting pussey lips would be waiting for my sturdy shaft. Naturally, these lewd thoughts made my prick swell up as I sat in my armchair so I propelled the chair round with my bottom so that it faced away from the others. My cock was now pushing up uncomfortably in my lap so I unbuttoned my trousers to accommodate my stiffstander which stood proudly to attention as I capped and uncapped the bulging red knob in my hand. I was so engrossed in this reverie that I did not notice Salman standing by me.

'I don't think Melanie and her friends will be disappointed by that rampant weapon,' he said admiringly. 'You should see Frank's, it's massive compared to mine,' I warned him. 'Bigger than this?' he asked and he took out his bulging brown tool out of his trousers.

There was something different about his prick which at first I could not make out. But then when he began pulling his hand up and down his throbbing shaft I realised what was so strange about it-there was no foreskin to pull back from his bare knob! My curiosity must have showed on my face for Salman enquired: 'Is something wrong?' 'No, no, it's just that I have never seen a prick like yours before,' I said hastily. Frank came across to look and Salman said, 'Oh yes, of course, neither of you can be circumcised. Did you not know that, like the Jews, followers of the Prophet have our foreskins removed when we are small?' Frank showed Salman his giant whopper and, to my chagrin, my old pal's penis again took the top honours! But then there was a knock on the door and we hastily crammed our pricks away.

As it transpired, we need not have been too concerned for it was none other than Melanie, who had arrived a little early along with two girls who I had never seen before. They turned out to be friends of hers from Lord Nutley's big country house which was only a mile or so away. These are my friends Lucy and Tricia,' said Melanie brightly, pointing to two very attractive young girls of about eighteen. Lucy was a full-figured female whose pert, pretty face was encircled by a mob of blonde curls whilst Tricia was of a dark complexion, more slender of figure but with well proportioned breasts which thrust proudly against her tight-fitting blouse. We introduced ourselves and Salman asked: 'May I offer you ladies a drink?' “Thank you, that would be very nice,' said Melanie and I watched in amazement as the hospitable Indian produced a bottle of brandy from his locker.

I'm sorry there's no champagne,' he apologised, 'but we don't yet have an ice-box in our study. Rupert, remind me to ask Dr Keeleigh tomorrow if I can have one sent in.' He poured generous measures for all of us though he abstained (his religion forbidding the consumption of alcohol). We polished off the bottle between us without his help! This loosened any inhibitions and we were soon paired off, each boy sitting in an armchair with a girl on his knee. Frank had made a beeline for Tricia from the very beginning of these proceedings and Melanie was cuddling up closely to Salman, which left me with my arms around Lucy, a fate I happily succumbed to as, though I would not have spurned any of these fine women, Lucy would have been my prick's first choice! This new electric light is much too bright,' complained Melanie with a pretended petulance. 'Who'll be a good boy and turn it off?' Frank nobly volunteered and I called out quietly: 'And while you're there, turn the key in the lock, old chap.'

There was still enough light corning in from the corridor for us to see what we were about-and as soon as Frank settled down in the armchair all three couples began to snog passionately. I was too busy engaging in a burning kiss with Lucy to see what the others were doing but I could see that Melanie was already half-naked, her discarded blouse by Salman's feet. When I removed Lucy's top I discovered to my delight that she was not wearing anything underneath it. So I cupped her lovely bare breasts in my hands as our tongues frantically searched each other's mouths until I thought my poor straining cock would burst! But then this delicious girl slipped from my arms and, standing in front of me, she kicked off her shoes and undid her skirt, letting it fall to the ground. She peeled off her brief white panties and in no time at all stood there fully nude, obviously enjoying to the full the way I was goggling at her beauty. She caressed her own heavy breasts with their dark raised nipples and stood directly in front of me so that her curly blonde bush was staring me full in the face. I kissed the snowy plain of her belly and then ran my lips lower, through the strands of her silky thatch. My hands circled round her glorious buttocks as I buried my head between her thighs and drew her against me. My tongue crept down her slit which was nice and moist. More by luck than judgement (for remember, dear reader, just how inexperienced I was at this age) I found her clitty almost at once and Lucy gasped as I found her magic button and started to roll my tongue around the erectile piece of flesh. 'Aaaah, that's lovely, you've made me spend already,' she moaned quietly. 'But now let me see what you have between your legs to offer me, as you're much younger than my boyfriend.' She expertly unbuttoned my flies and my naked penis sprung out to pay its respects. She wanked my cock with an amused look on her face and her wet, pink tongue flicked out to lick her lips. 'You're better endowed than I expected,' she admitted as she rubbed her hands round my pulsating prick. Then she bent down on her knees and encircled the tip of my helmet with her lips which made me groan with delight. 'Be quiet, you two, we don't want to be disturbed by any visitors,' hissed Frank so I gritted my teeth and leaned back in my chair as Lucy started to suck my knob lustily, licking and lapping as her soft fingers tickled my balls. She moved her lips and tongue up and down, each time taking more of my tool into her throat. This excited my prick so much that all I could do was to hiss out the first words of warning as I shot my hot spunky jism into the back of her throat. I withdrew my still swollen cock from her mouth and she took hold of it in her hand again as she jumped onto my lap. We peered across in the dim light and I could see that Melanie and Salman had wasted no time-she had leaned over the arm of their chair and Salman was fucking her doggie-style, whipping his thick brown prick into the glistening moist crack of her cunt from behind and slapping her bum cheeks lightly with every thrust forwards as he jerked his hips to and fro. 'Oh, what joy! Oh, what bliss!' cried Salman as he happily pushed his prick in and out of Melanie's squelchy slit. He held her round the waist until he was completely embedded and then shifted his hand round to fondle her superbly uptilted breasts, rubbing the pink titties until they were as erect as his cock which was nestling in her juicy cunt. His entire body quivered as he withdrew almost fully before pushing home, sheathing his cock so fully at each stroke that his balls banged against her rounded little bum cheeks. Melanie turned her head and waggled her backside. 'Harder!

Fuck me harder!' she whispered fiercely. 'I'm coming, oh, I'm coming, oh, oh, OH!' and she let out a screech of ecstasy as she shuddered to her climax. As she spurted her love juices Salman sent spouts of spunk flooding into her cunney, while he gave her lovely bum cheeks a final smack. He stayed still, however, with his cock still enclosed in her sopping crack. 'My, your prick's still nice and stiff. Can you carry on?' said Melanie hopefully. 'Certainly I can,' said Salman and he began gently to pull his gleaming shaft out from between her bum cheeks. His cock was still rock hard and he started to fuck Melanie more slowly this time. As Lucy rubbed up my own stiff staff, we turned our attention to Frank and Tricia. They were kissing rapturously and Frank had taken off all of her clothes, giving us an excellent view of Tricia's exquisite young breasts which were lusciously rounded, as white as alabaster and capped with superbly fashioned hard tawny nipples which were surrounded by large circled aureoles. 'Kiss my titties, Frank, they adore being made love to,' panted the adorable girl and Frank wasted no further time. He licked and nipped those lovely rubbery raspberries, running his hands along her thighs. The trembling girl turned sideways so that Frank could insert his hands between her legs and explore her pussey, which was thatched with a delicate covering of jet black hair. She moved across and over him so that her pussey was above his face as she lowered her head to kiss his throbbing tool. Her soft hands caressed his heavy balls as with a sensual slowness she slicked her tongue up and down the length of his thick shaft, taking her time to reach the red mushroomed helmet which was twitching frantically as she finally coated it with the tip of her pink tongue. Then she suddenly engulfed his shining knob, sliding down his foreskin and gobbling greedily on her fleshy lollipop. Frank's tongue was now pressed against her pussey and he licked at her dripping crack, moving around the outer lips and gently slipping his tongue inside the rolled lips until the juices flowed into his open mouth. My own cock was now quivering with unrequited lust but (as she told me later) though she would have loved me to fuck her again, Lucy kindly decided to offer my tool to Tricia who loved threesomes but rarely had the opportunity to indulge herself. Lucy murmured: 'Why don't you fuck Tricia's bottom, Rupert? I know she'd really enjoy that very much.' I hesitated for a moment but the sweet girl pulled me up by my cock and brought me round to the armchair where Tricia was sucking Frank's cock whilst he licked out her cunney. She had one leg over the chair and the other over Frank and the firm, curvaceous cheeks of her bum were spread out deliriously, giving me an excellent view of her wrinkled brown rear dimple. Lucy released my cock to bring forward the chair from my desk which I knelt upon to enable me to lean over Tricia and wedge my cock between her glorious buttocks. Then the thoughtful girl pulled me back and washed my knob with saliva before taking hold of my shaft and aiming my knob at Tricia's winking little rosette which beckoned me so alluringly. She eased my glowing crown between those gorgeous bottom cheeks which I fairly ached to split with my iron hard cock. Her work soon achieved the desired effect. My shaft enveloped itself beautifully between the rolling buttocks until it was fully ensconced in her warm, tight bum and I leaned over Tricia's gleaming body to play with her luscious breasts. I worked in and out of her arse very slowly at first but then, as Tricia artfully waggled her bottom provocatively, at a faster pace, pushing my entire body backwards and forwards, making Tricia's divinely proportioned bum cheeks slap loudly against my belly. I screwed up my eyes in sheer bliss but opened them again with a gasp as I felt Lucy's hands pressing against my thighs.

The lewd sight of Tricia's cunney and bottom being pleasured at the same time had fired Lucy so intensely that she now knelt behind me and thrust her head between my legs. She took my ballsack into her mouth, moving her head in time with my thrusts. Salman and Melanie now joined us and I turned round to see the young prince position himself on his back so that his head was directly underneath Lucy's cunt. She raised herself to accommodate him and then with a squeal of joy lowered her enticing golden cunney onto his lips and he noisily nuzzled into her golden honeypot, flicking his tongue into the soft folds of her juicy pussey. Melanie was now down on her knees beside them and straddling his body, holding open her pink cunney lips as she sat firmly upon his stiff penis, sitting with her luscious buttocks towards him while she rode up and down his delighted pole. Salman grasped her bottom cheeks with both hands and squeezed them rhythmically as she pushed up and down, contracting her powerful pussey muscles with every downwards movement, to their joint delight.

At the same time she reached between his legs and took his balls in her hand and began to jiggle them, scraping the hairy sack with the fingernails until Salman was crooning with delight. This was my first multiple fuck and I must confess that it was most stimulating to see all those fine cocks and cunnies in action. All three of us boys came closely together, Frank jetting his spunk into Tricia's mouth whilst I spurted my sperm into her bottom and Salman sent up a stream of jism into Melanie's cunt. The girls, too, all achieved copious climaxes, especially Lucy whose love juices poured into Salman's mouth as he swallowed her tangy spendings. There was just time for one more fucking chain. This time Melanie sucked me off whilst Frank fucked her as he lapped at Lucy's titties whilst Salman was diddling her pussey at the same time as he plunged his prick into Tricia's sopping cunt, with Tricia completing the circle by finger-fucking Melanie's bum. We would have liked to have changed positions for yet a further joust but it was approaching the time when Melanie had arranged to meet Mr. Ormondroyd. So Salman passed the second half of the fifty pound note to Melanie with our grateful thanks as the girls began to dress. 'Thank you very much,' panted Melanie as she buttoned up her skirt, 'we must do this again next week. And this time, you don't have to bring your wallet. It's been a pleasure to fuck with such vigorous young gentlemen, hasn't it, girls?' 'I should say so,' echoed Tricia. 'It would be grand to spend the night together, wouldn't it?' Lucy agreed and said she was free any night next week and that we could use her cousin Amanda's house as her parents would be away. 'You'll have to find another boy for her, of course, but I'm sure that can be easily arranged.' 'No problems there,' said Frank cheerily and we kissed the girls good-night. We were in the dormitory spot on time at ten o'clock but perhaps I was over-fatigued by all the fucking for I simply could not get to sleep.

So I quietly got out of bed and slipped on my dressing gown to fetch a book from our study. Like many other boys, I also had a torch which I used to read in the dark. I kept the study in darkness as I searched the bookshelves for it was strictly against the rules to leave the dormitory after lights out. I found the book I was looking for, a ripping adventure story by Tom Shackleton, my favourite author, when I was startled by the opening of the door. I spun round with a gasp to see the figure of Melanie framed in the door. 'Gosh, you gave me a fright!' I said. She apologised and explained that she was missing a earring and hoped that one of us might have discovered it on the floor. 'I'm afraid not,' I said quietly. 'I wouldn't mind helping you to look for it now but I'm not supposed to be here so I can't put on the light.' 'Never mind, it wasn't a very expensive one and perhaps you'll find it in the morning. But what are you doing here anyway?' I explained how I could not sleep and Melanie said: 'Well, Mr. Ormondroyd won't be coming round looking for you, that's for sure. I've left him fast asleep in his bed!' 'Is he good between the sheets?' I asked. 'Oh yes, I've no complaints but don't worry, you silly boy, I was more than satisfied with the way that you and your friends performed- especially the lad with that monster cock, what's his name, Frank Folkestone! Still, Geoffrey-that's Mr. Ormondroyd-knows how to use his tackle. We wasted no time and as soon as I got to his room I sat on the bed, fondling his stiff cock through his trousers which he unbuttoned for me to let his tadger shoot out like a coil. He sat down beside me and worked his hand down to my muff which was already damp with all the spendings from you. He moved his fingers between the edges of my crack as we kissed and I wrapped my legs around his hand as I lowered my head to suck his cock. '“Let's continue this in bed,' he said and so we undressed and snuggled up together. As we embraced I felt his hard tool press against my tummy and then he rolled me over on to my back and pressed his helmet through my pussey lips. I was really enjoying myself as with a deep groan he thrust his strong shaft straight in and his balls slapped against my bum. I lifted my bottom up to get as much of him inside me as possible. I wrapped my legs round his back and clawed his shoulders with my fingernails as he started to pump his rod in and out of my squishy pussey. It took only a few strokes before I was twisting away like crazy. His cock seemed to swell inside my cunney and I spent first, soaking his shaft with my juices. Then I felt his whole frame shiver and he flooded my cunt with a spurt of hot spunk so huge that I could imagine it splashing against the rear walls of my love box. There was so much jism that my thighs were lathered as he pulled out his cock and rubbed it in my sticky cunney hair.

'He rolled off me, heaving and panting with exhaustion and said: “What a succulent little cunney you have there, Melanie. It sucked in my cock so sweetly that I'm spoiled now for any other.”' 'You should think yourself honoured! He never compliments anyone in class, and I don't think he has much of a sense of humour,' I said with a gloomy laugh. 'Oh I don't know about that,' said Melanie, who somehow now found herself in my arms in one of the armchairs we had used for our escapade earlier in the evening. 'I said to him that I had to really stretch my legs to accommodate thick pricks like his and do you know what he said? “Don't complain, Melanie-have you heard the rhyme about the girl who was worried about that? No? Well it goes like this:

There was a young lady from Harrow, Who complained that her crack was too narrow, For times without number, She'd use a cucumber, But could never accomplish a marrow.” 'And it was just after he'd finished reciting this poem when something quite extraordinary happened