Rosie: Her Intimate Diaries

2. My First Fuck

I was too excited to sleep well and I was only in a doze when I was fully woken by the shrill sound of Uncle Gordon's alarm clock. I heaved myself up to look at my watch-for dawn had already broken-and saw that it was only just after half past five, far too early of course to telephone Jimmy! But were my uncle and Sarah already engaged in a further bout of copulation? I went over to the peephole and fastened my eyes upon the couple who were entwined together in what was to me a new fashion.

Sarah was standing naked on the floor but leaning over the bed with her elbows on the mattress. The rounded contours of her backside jutted out and waggled invitingly as Uncle Gordon, who was also quite nude, suavely smoothed his hands over the quivering springy globes of her lovely derriere. He then took hold of these delicious rondeurs and parted them as he carefully positioned the stiff shaft of his penis between her two lovely bottom cheeks until the tip of his knob was touching the crinkled little entrance of her bum-hole.

'H-a-r!' grunted Sarah. 'I think your pego is a bit too big for bottom-fucking, darling, unless you can grease it well with some pomade.' {This was a perfume oil used to make the hair smooth and shiny-Editor).

'No problem, my dear, I have a bottle to hand. You must forgive me, for I should not have to be reminded to oil my tool before buggering you,' he cried, as he rushed over to the dressing-table and proceeded to lubricate his shaft until it fairly glistened in the sunlight that now poured into the room.

He repositioned himself behind her and sure enough this time his cock slid freely inside her, quickly enveloping itself between the in-rolling cheeks of Sarah's mouth-watering arse. I noticed that Uncle Gordon pushed in slowly at first and he considerately asked Sarah is she could take more of his thick staff. 'Oh yes, yes, don't stop now!' she gasped and so he worked his shaft in and out of her uninhibitedly, pushing his whole body forwards and backwards, making her delicious buttocks smack loudly against his belly as he heaved away.

'My cock's right up your bottom, Sarah!' he cried out as he leaned over her to fondle and weigh her lush breasts and to diddle her juicy pussey. She turned her head round to meet his lips with her own and as they kissed I could see from the provocative wiggling of her posterior there was no doubt how much she was enjoying his thick prick pounding in and out of her gorgeous backside.

'This is too wonderful, oh, keep rotating your arse, Sarah and I'll shoot my spunk into you,' my uncle groaned, as the aroused girl mashed her bum-cheeks against his belly. 'Now, Gordon, give it to me!' she commanded, and he needed little effort to obey, for within seconds, with a tremendous jerk of his hips, he flooded her rear dimple with such vibrant thrusts that I could almost see the ripples of orgasmic delight that ran down Sarah's spine as she achieved a superb climax. As she artfully pushed her bottom back and forth, spout after spout of creamy spunk lathered her puckered little orifice as Uncle Gordon pumped his jism he groaned with joy.

He withdrew his still-stiff staff from her arse with an audible 'pop' and Sarah turned round to grasp his rammer which glistened wetly from his own copious emission. 'You know, I think there is still some life in your old cock,' she said, thoughtfully, rubbing the shaft between her palms until it stood up almost as proudly as before it entered her nether regions. 'Why, it looks good enough to eat, don't you think?'

'Suck it and see,' said my uncle, hoarsely, as Sarah knelt down in front of him and began to lick the spunk off his cock. She gave his prick a loving squeeze and uncapped the mushroom shaped crown which she greedily gobbled into her mouth. Uncle Gordon eased in a further three inches or so between her lips and Sarah sucked noisily upon her sweetmeat. I noticed with interest how she varied her sucking with long lingering licks along the underside of his now fully erect penis, a technique I had only read about in the pages of The Oyster. But now I could see the technique actually performed and in great style as Sarah switched to nibbling the rosy dome of Uncle Gordon's throbbing prick with her teeth. Then she circled the base of his shaft as she sucked in almost all of his twitching tool and this brought Uncle Gordon to the brink of ecstasy. An aching cry of release escaped from his throat as, arching his back, he jetted spurt after spurt of sticky semen into Sarah's waiting mouth as she sucked and swallowed again and again until the last drops of his manly essence had been discharged.

'Oh, I did enjoy that,' said Sarah, as she kissed Uncle Gordon's gleaming shaft which was now losing its hardness and had visibly shrunk back into its normal flaccid state. 'I must say that your sperm has a really tasty salty flavour to it. Now then, what would you say to a little fuck?'

'Hello, little fuck,' he said, wittily. 'And that's just about all I could say, Sarah, you wicked minx, it'll take me all day to recover as it is.'

'You can always try the mustard-up-the-arse treatment,' she giggled, and for a reply he smacked her lovely bum-cheeks in mock anger. 'I don't think so, my girl. Anyhow, you'd better get back to your room before Mrs. Callaghan comes storming upstairs to find out why you're not already at work.'

'Gosh, you're right, I'd better go,' said Sarah, slipping on her dressing-gown and slippers. I was later to discover that Uncle Gordon was also fucking our housekeeper every Tuesday and Thursday evenings which was another reason he wanted to keep secret his tryst with Sarah -but that is another story which will have to be told at another time.

As the stimulating show next door was obviously ended, I rushed back to my bed, threw up my nightgown and plunged my fingers into my fur-lined little pussey which was already wet through with excitement. I only had to jerk my fingers in and out for a few seconds before my girlish cunney juices gushed down my thighs as I brought myself off.

After my morning bath I joined Jonathan and Uncle Gordon at the breakfast table. I only required a simple meal of orange juice followed by tea and toast. Jonathan, too, ate sparingly, for he was going to play tennis at the Nettletons' with his school-friend Frederick and some other young fellows. We were fortunate enough to have Colonel and Mrs. Nettleton as neighbours for their son Charles was an excellent player who won the All-England Championship at Wimbledon last year and he was kind enough to coach the local lads who expressed an interest in this game which is fast growing in popularity. (Why I take the time to mention this fact will become clear shortly.)

In contrast, through, my uncle Lord Gordon MacChesney munched his way through porridge, a generous plate of kedgeree together with lashings of buttered toast plastered with Mrs. Callaghan's admittedly delicious home-made strawberry jam. Obviously, my randy relative needed to refresh himself after all the indoor exercise he had taken and indeed I was soon to learn that the devotions at the altar of Venus and Priapus can be most tiring and the body should always be revived by good food and drink after an enervating stint of sucking and fucking.

It was time now to telephone Jimmy who was hopefully in London. To secure total privacy I went to my parents' bedroom and locked the door behind me. I recognised the voice of Miss Maggs, our local telephonist, when she told me that she would try to make the long distance connection straightaway, and I hoped that, unlike many country operators, she did not listen in to people's conversations. However, Miss Maggs achieved the link with London without any trouble and I prayed that Jimmy would be at home as I gave my name to the servant who answered the telephone at the other end. I asked to speak to Jimmy and I almost jumped for joy when he asked me to hold the line for just one moment.

'Hello Rosie, what a lovely surprise to hear from you,' said Jimmy, cheerfully, when he came to the phone. 'How are you all down in the country?'

'I'm very well, Jimmy, but I am not ashamed to admit that I am very lonely. Papa and Mama are away, Jonathan is out playing tennis and Uncle Gordon is not much company for me. Would it be possible for you to come and visit me? We could spend lots of time together, just the two of us.' I was tempted to add a remark of perhaps a more intimate nature but who knows who might be listening in either here or at Jimmy's house-nevertheless, I added: 'I would love to take a walk in the woods with you and have a picnic lunch. The weather is wonderful today, blue skies and lots of golden sunshine.'

'It's very tempting,' he said, with an eagerness that broke through the distance between us. 'I was going to watch the cricket match between Eton and Harrow this afternoon but as luck would have it my parents are also away so I'm just going to skip the cricket and take the first train down to Midhurst.'

I squealed with delight. 'Oh, how marvellous! I'll have the coachman meet you at the station. You'll manage to get the eleven o'clock train from Victoria, won't you?'

'I'll be on it, never fear,' Jimmy promised, and after a short pause he added somewhat shyly: 'Er, should I bring an overnight bag?'

'You can stay overnight, Jimmy? I'm so pleased-perhaps you can stay for a few days. I'm sure we can find plenty to do all day.'

'And what about at night?' he asked teasingly.

I was so happy that I became reckless and caring not whether Miss Maggs or anyone else was listening to us, I replied: 'Ah, that will be our special time. I have some secret plan for the warm summer evenings which I know you will enjoy even more than taking outdoor exercise during the daylight hours.'

'It sounds spiffing, Rosie. Let's say goodbye now as I must get Goulthorp to pack a bag for me. Should I bring my man along, Rosie, or will you spoil me as usual so that I can leave my servant at home?'

Jimmy might have guessed that I had planned some hi-jinks when I told him to leave Goulthorp in London as the staff at Argosse Towers hardly had enough to do in the absence of my parents. After blowing a kiss to each other down the line we said au revoir and I replaced the receiver with a blissful smile on my face.

The sun was now shining fiercely and as I entered the drawing room Uncle Gordon looked up from his armchair and the sheaf of papers he was studying and said: 'Rosie, my dear girl, I hope you won't be going out for too long in this weather because I don't want you over-tiring yourself-but if you must venture outdoors, do remember to take your parasol for too much sun will affect your lovely complexion.'

I informed him that I was only going to Midhurst Station in the carriage to meet Jimmy Horobin who would be staying a night or two with us. My uncle frowned. 'Really, Rosie, you should have told me beforehand that you were expecting a guest. I shall have to tell Mrs. Callaghan to prepare a room for young Horobin. Is his man coming too?'

'No, he is coming alone as it is only a short informal visit. I'm sorry I forgot to mention the matter before but I have only just confirmed the arrangements with Jimmy on the telephone.'

Uncle Gordon sighed. 'Very well, Rosie, but could you have not simply written a letter instead? A telephone call to London costs at least five shillings. I won't sneak on you this time, though your Mama will accuse me of needless extravagance, for she has it in her head that I use the telephone constantly to speak to my London friends when the truth is that I come down here to get away from the noise and bustle of the city.'

And to fuck our prettiest servant girls, I added silently, and live off the fat of the land. Still, Uncle Gordon was a nice old stick really and he and Sarah had just afforded me a most educational and entertaining diversion, so I meekly accepted his rebuke which, after all, was not unfairly given.

'I am going out myself shortly to Mr. Andrew Bennett's house over at East Lavington and I don't expect to be back till around six o'clock because you remember my interest in folk songs? Well, Mr. Bennett has purchased the latest recording equipment and we hope to get some villagers to sing into the machine and preserve these old ditties for posterity. You and young Horobin are welcome to join us this afternoon if you are interested.

'Than you, uncle, but I think we have already made other plans,' I said, with genuine regret, for I have always derived great enjoyment from all kinds of music. 'Do send me a set of the recordings when they have been finished. Are those sheets on your lap some of the songs you will be recording?'

'Yes, we'll try and get through as many as we can. Look, here is one of my favourites. Would you like to hear it? It's called 'Rosebuds In June':

Here the rosebuds in June, and the violets are blooming;

The small birds they warble from ev'ry green bough,

Here's the pink and the lily,

And the daffydowndilly,

To adorn and perfume the sweet meadows in June.

'Tis all before the plough the fat oxen go slow

And the lads and the lasses to the sheep-shearing go.

A pleasant, simple melody, don't you agree? Farmer Massey is giving his labourers an afternoon off to come and sing for us and Mr. Bennett is providing a barrel of beer to loosen their throats. I'm sure we'll have a most rewarding day.'

Not as rewarding as the day I hoped to have, I said to myself as I pulled the cord to summon Sayers the butler and inform him of the day's arrangements and of the impending arrival of our guest. I also suggested a luncheon menu he should ask Mrs. Moser, our cook, to prepare for Jimmy and myself.

I could scarcely wait until just before noon when Haines came to the drawing room to inform me that the carriage awaited me, Haines the coachman had brought out a very smart landaulet (a small four-wheel carriage with a top in two parts so that it could be closed or thrown half or entirely open – Editor) and in no time at all we were at the station. The London train was as punctual as ever and my spirits soared as I saw Jimmy leap down from his compartment. He had already pulled out his two cases by the time I reached him (I could not be too forward in front of Haines) and offered only my hand in greeting.

'Welcome to Sussex, Jimmy! It was so good of you to drop everything at a moment's notice for me.' I said, brightly, as Jimmy clasped my hand and kissed my cheek. 'How could I spurn such an urgent invitation,' he smiled. 'I can hardly wait to find out what surprises you have in store for me.'

'You won't be disappointed,' I promised, as we walked to the carriage. I told Haines to lower the roof so that Jimmy and I could talk privately and as we pulled away from the station Jimmy whispered: 'You know, I may have the tiniest inkling of what is in your mind, Rosie. I just pray that I've guessed correctly because I'll be overjoyed if I am on the right track.'

I pondered my reply as I looked at my handsome hero. Jimmy was so good-looking, being blessed with a slim figure, a fresh-complexioned face with sparkling blue eyes and a trim moustache as fair as the hair on his head which he wore always slightly on the long side, which I am sure he knew pleased the ladies but irritated his father, Viscount Sevenoaks, who was an old-fashioned 'short-back-and-sides' individual. I decided to act boldly. 'Did you have in mind something like this?' I said softly, and without further ado kissed him firmly on the lips. He responded by taking me in his arms and returned my advance by embracing me as our mouths mashed together and I could feel his cock rise against my tummy.

This was as far as we had ever journeyed on our voyage to paradise although I had let Jimmy feel my breasts through the silk of my ballgown as we canoodled together in a quiet corner during the dancing at his eighteenth birthday party back in March and I had often wondered about his hard, bulging manhood which had so often pressed against me.

I fought to keep control as Jimmy's tongue entered my mouth and we french-kissed with a burning passion. But his hands were roaming freely across my body and my nipples hardened as he fondled my firm young breasts. My own fingers were dangerously near the big bulge between his legs and it took only a little gentle pressure from his elbow to force my hand lower and stroke the hard pole I could feel straining against the soft flannel material of his trousers. Our tongues were now moving madly in each other's mouths as Jimmy unbuttoned my blouse and slipped his hand inside to ease down the straps of my chemise over my shoulders. He now squeezed and rubbed my bared breasts which made my pussey dampen perceptively. With his left hand he somehow managed to tear open the first buttons of his flies-but just as I was about to handle a naked cock for the very first time, the landaulet suddenly jerked to a halt and we almost found ourselves sprawled out on the floor.

'I'm terribly sorry, Miss Rosie,' called out Haines. 'We're at the railway level-crossing and the bloody keeper's rushed out of his cottage to close the gates on us, stupid bleeder. Oh, beg your pardon, miss.'

Somehow we managed to stifle our laughter as we heard our driver shout out: 'Why the hell couldn't you let us through, Mr. Tong? There's not a train in sight, you silly old bugger!'

'Don't you talk to me like that, coachman, I've got to shut the gate at twelve eighteen, train or no train. Be patient and you'll live longer,' said the offended Mr. Tong.

Haines lapsed into an angry mutter but I took the opportunity of delivering a little smack on Jimmy's wrist. 'Take your hands off my titties, we'll be home in ten minutes. After luncheon we'll be able to find somewhere private and we'll have all the time in the world for spooning without any interruptions/

Of course Jimmy was as frustrated as me at the unwarranted intrusion on our petting but his face brightened as he buttoned his trousers and I readjusted my chemise and did up my blouse. 'Gosh, that sounds great-a romp in the sun with Rosie. What more could a chap ask?'

'Well, how about a decent lunch for starters?' I said, and we snuggled up side by side as we waited for the twelve twenty-two train to Chichester to chug through and we moved forward again as Haines snarled a final imprecation at Mr. Tong.

'That old fool really is what my housemaster would call a “jobsworth",' said Jimmy lightly.

'What's a “jobsworth", Jimmy?'

'Oh, one of these people with tiny authority who never deviate from the rules even when it is pointed out how silly the regulation might be. Ask them to be flexible and they always say: “I'm sorry, sir, but it's more than my job's worth to do that.” '

I smiled at his shrewd comment but felt it necessary to say that Mr. Tong was not entirely in the wrong. 'Suppose the twelve twenty-two express had been a couple of minutes early? We would have been sent to kingdom come if for some reason our wheels had become jammed in the railway track and in a panic we were unable to alight quickly.

'On second thoughts, you are absolutely right. Haines was simply in far too much of a hurry to get home for his lunch,' he agreed.

'He was more likely in too much of a hurry to get his hands on Alice, the chambermaid who will be making up your bed tonight. I've seen them cuddling in the servants' quarters before now and I once heard Alice tell Sarah, who looks after my room and Uncle Gordon's suite, that Haines has got the fattest prick she had ever seen.'

'Isn't she a lucky girl, then?' Jimmy chuckled, as we reached Argosse Towers and I saw Sayers waiting at the steps to open the door of the landaulet for us. With him was young Alfred, the page-boy who would take care of Jimmy's luggage and I hurriedly whispered to Jimmy that Alfred was also well-endowed for a lad of his age. 'How on earth do you know that?' grinned Jimmy. 'It must be this fresh country air.' 'No, no, I just happened to come across Alfred and my brother comparing the size of their cocks.' I explained hastily, deciding to leave Sarah out of the story in case Jimmy got any naughty ideas about her!

'I'm sure you'd like to change before luncheon,' I said, as we strode inside. 'Would a simple meal of vegetable soup, red mullet and salad with Mrs. Moser's famous apple pie and cream to finish off with be enough for you? We will dine fully tonight when my Uncle Gordon returns.'

'Sounds absolutely scrumptious-can you give me half an hour to unpack and wash my hands?'

I have a sneaking suspicion that Mrs. Moser and all those downstairs knew that Jimmy was a very special friend of mine. Certainly, Sayers and Sarah (who deputised for Dennison the footman who Uncle Gordon had taken to Mr. Bennett's) waited upon us at luncheon in fine style and could hardly have been more attentive than if His Majesty King Edward VII had been sitting in Jimmy's chair! And afterwards, just before we were about to retire next door to the comfort of the superb Blue Room to enjoy coffee and petit fours, Mrs. Moser herself appeared in the doorway-a rare sight indeed, for she was rarely seen outside of the kitchen.

'Excuse me, Miss Rosie, Mr. Horobin, I hope you will forgive me coming in but I do hope that you enjoyed your lunch.'

TO say we did, Mrs. Moser,' said Jimmy, heartily. 'I wish you would come and work for us in London. Since we lost Mrs. Bidder's services to Lady Arkley, Mama has found it impossible to find a really first-class cook.'

Mrs. Moser was really pleased. “Thank you, sir, that's very kind. But I'm very happy here and I've been to London twice already and it's a nice place to visit but I wouldn't like to live there.'

'Well, I don't think I'd disagree with you. But before I leave, I must especially compliment you on your apple pie-it was absolutely delicious and just a little bit different. What's your secret, Mrs. Moser?'

'I don't really know, sir, except that in the filling I use the rind of a small lemon and two tablespoons of lemon juice with a pinch of mixed sweet spices in the filling.'

I think Sarah was a little jealous of the praise Jimmy was lavishing upon the cook for I was sure I heard her mutter something about a dab of mustard! So somehow managing not to giggle, I said: 'And the meal was served quite splendidly too, wasn't it, Jimmy?'

He turned and gave Sarah a dazzling smile. 'Oh yes, Sayers was as efficient as ever and Sarah, you were quite splendid-and much prettier than Dennison!'

Sarah returned his smile and bobbed a curtsy. “Thank you, sir, it was a pleasure to serve you.'

Now it was my turn to feel an irritable twitch of jealousy.

'Good, now let's have coffee in the Blue Room, Jimmy. Then we'll go for a walk, alright?'

'Yes, yes,' he said, but I noticed he was still looking at Sarah who I could have sworn had provocatively licked her upper lip at Jimmy as he turned away to follow me out of the dining-room. Nevertheless, I put the incident out of my mind as we relaxed together on the new Chesterfield Papa had purchased at Harrods a few months before. But soon after we had taken a few sips of coffee, Jimmy put his arms around me and murmured softly: 'Dash it, Rosie, it's jolly hot outside, why don't we take a short walk to my bedroom?'

'What a splendid idea,' I replied. 'Only we must be careful and ensure that we are not observed. All it needs is one servant to discover us and you can be sure that the gossip will spread not only all over the county but even back in Society circles.'

'Damn Society, I despise it,' he grinned.

'Don't say that, Jimmy. As Mama says, only people who cannot get into it take that attitude.'

'Fair enough, Rosie, but I do so want you to come with me. Can't I persuade you?' he asked, with a roguish smile.

Jimmy held out his hand and pulled me to my feet. To be honest, I needed little or no persuading for frankly I wanted to fuck just as much as Jimmy but it would have been unladylike of course to have admitted it at this stage. So as we made our way carefully to his bedroom I pretended to chide him saying how naughty he was to drag me upstairs and how we would be far better off taking a gentle afternoon stroll round the estate-which was actually all very silly because I would have been extremely angry if he had taken note of my protestations and actually turned back! Mind, if I had genuinely not wanted to be fucked, I would have disengaged my hand from his and simply stalked off into the drawing-room. Just as I have never believed in prick-teasing, as the vernacular succinctly describes the practice, I demand to be respected when I decline an invitation to have sexual intercourse. Not that Jimmy would ever have tried to force me to do anything against my will-and let me say here and now, woe betide any man who would attempt such a contemptuous course. Fortunately I have only ever had to knee one over-persistent man in the groin and that was Sheik Yormonai from Mesopotamia at a soiree given by Papa's friends at the Foreign Office.

But on this never-to-be-forgotten afternoon there was an unspoken yet telepathic desire for sexual congress between this handsome youth and myself, a desire of such power that nothing could prevent or deny its fulfilment. I do not believe that even if, for instance Uncle Gordon had returned unexpectedly, we would have just passed him by with a hurried greeting and continued our way up to Jimmy's bedroom without interruption.

As it turned out, to the best of my knowledge we managed to reach our haven without being seen. Once we were safely inside, Jimmy wisely locked the door behind us and held me in his arms. 'Rosie,' he began, but I put my finger to his lips for at this moment no words were necessary. Our bodies crushed together as we held each other tightly, kissing and cuddling with great fervour as we staggered as if intoxicated by the emotion of the moment until we fell in an untidy heap upon the bed.

If anything, this total tangling of our limbs intensified our passion-our lips were still locked together and our tongues continued to make darting journeys of exploration inside each other's wet mouths. I shuddered with excitement as I felt Jimmy's hand move slowly, lingeringly over my shoulder and down towards the valley of my breasts, moulding the silk of my blouse against the skin. This sent shivers throughout my body and I smiled dreamily at Jimmy as I heard him catch his breath when he deftly undid all the buttons of my blouse. For as I shrugged off the garment he saw that I had taken off my chemise whilst he had unpacked his bags and my swelling breasts now stood out proudly in glorious nudity. He let his quivering hands cup my rounded bosoms and then his mouth moved from mine and he kissed me all over my neck and throat before his lips reached my already erected little titties. He took each nipple in turn between his lips whilst I unbuttoned my skirt and wriggled out of it as Jimmy sucked eagerly on my red, tingling titties.

I was now engulfed in frenzied waves of ecstasy and I raised my bottom upwards to let Jimmy pull down my nickers. His hands then moved from my breasts across my flat stomach to the golden triangle of crisp blonde hair that nestled between my thighs. His fingers began to caress and stroke and probe until my pussey was wet through with love juices. Carefully, he gently inserted the tip of his finger in my sopping slit and I cried out with the almost unbearable sensual pleasure of this new joy.

I closed my eyes and let the erotic electricity of his frigging send sparks of fire throughout every nerve and fibre. And then he parted my thighs and dipped his head between them and with his tongue licked and lapped at my cunney which nearly brought me off then and there. Not surprisingly, when he forced his tongue between my cunt lips, my clitty swelled up to greet him, popping out of its hood and he playfully nibbled at it with his teeth, nipping and sucking, which sent me quite mad with desire. 'Take me, Jimmy, take me!' I begged, a heartfelt cry that was answered just as soon as he somehow managed to tear off his clothes whilst continuing this divine oral cuntal stimulation.

When he was finally naked he raised his head from my drenched pussey and lifted his wiry frame over me. I was aching for the feel of his prick which I grasped in my hand. It was as smooth as silk to my touch, as big and firm as a polished wood baton and I slowly rubbed the hot pulsing pole which made him sigh with a fresh lust. 'Rosie darling, I want to fuck you,' he breathed softly. 'Are you ready for me?'

'Oh yes, Jimmy, yes, please fuck me,' I whispered back, still stroking his lovely swollen shaft. 'I want your darling penis inside me as I have never wanted anything in my life!'

Our mouths pressed together and my arms clasped about his shoulders as I opened my legs and wrapped them around his waist. Jimmy cupped the two cheeks of my bum in his hands to raise them to greet the uncapped purple dome of his majestic tool which nudged its way between my cunney lips. He hovered for an instant and then I thrilled with rapture as he plunged his prick inside my pussey and I crossed the Rubicon into womanhood! There was no pain whatsoever (riding my pony Billy had happily broken my hymen at least a year before) and I shall never forget the joy as Jimmy lay over me and rove his bone-hard cock between those welcoming cunney lips into my yearning pudenda.

Oh, the gorgeous feelings that swept from my pussey all over my body as Jimmy's hard, stiff prick slid in and out of my juicy crack, each inward thrust making his knob kiss the furthest reaches of my insatiable cunney, each vigorous poke rousing a new sensation within me. My juices were now flowing like water from a breached dam, keeping the pathway well lubricated for this marvellous prick which pistoned so beautifully in and out of my eager cunt. He gradually began to pump faster and faster, his big balls banging against my bum cheeks as he thrust into me again and again. My pussey pulsated deliriously around his juice-coated cock and there was so much moisture pouring out of me that I could feel it running down my legs.

At first slowly, and then with quickening pace, I felt the first stirrings of orgasm speed through me. Within seconds our fucking reached a crescendo of mutual excitement and, as I sucked in my breath, I felt the first waves of a fierce, shuddering spend fan out from between my trembling legs as I twisted my cunney around Jimmy's splendid tool. He in turn began to heave and buck with increasing rapidity as I took off to that unique journey to paradise. 'Fuck me, Jimmy, fuck me!' I screamed without restraint, mindless that a passing servant would have heard my lewd words. And Jimmy willingly obliged as he shot stream after stream of warm, sticky spunk deep into my saturated cunt. My own spend occurred simultaneously and I revelled in the glorious climax as his strong young cock pumped merrily away until his ejaculations of sperm subsided. He withdrew his deflated shaft which was now just semi-erect as he rolled off me and lay on his back gasping with exhaustion-and perhaps a little pride for, to the best of my knowledge, this had been the first ever fuck not just for me but also for my dear boyfriend.

But my sexual desires had still not been full assuaged. I took hold of Jimmy's cock in my hand and gave the shaft, which was still wet from all my spendings, a good rub up and down which certainly caused him to wake out of the post-fuck stupor that effects all men. May I take this opportunity to note that now, being well schooled in l'arte de faire l'amour, I do realise just how violent an exercise a good fucking can be for a man. Even liberated ladies such as myself who do not simply lie back supinely to receive our spermy injections do not use up as much frantic energy as our male partners, and I trust that this will be noted by all female readers of my memoir.

Be that as it may, Jimmy was now fully compos mentis and the naughty boy caressed the back of my head and gently but insistently lowered my mop of golden curls downwards so that his huge throbbing tool was only inches from my face. My heart beat faster as the mushroom-shaped crown of his cock neared my lips. It was obvious what Jimmy wanted me to do but in all honesty I was genuinely concerned-for surely I would not be able to accommodate all of that giant shaft in my tiny little mouth.

'Oh, Jimmy, I don't know whether I can do it,' I said, falteringly, as I continued to stroke his pulsing prick. 'Of course you can,' he replied encouragingly. 'Just begin by licking my knob and then let nature take its course.'

Well, I could only try, I reasoned, so I kissed the purple uncapped dome and let my tongue run over the smooth skin. I lapped up the remaining drops of spunk around the 'eye' of his helmet and it was highly erotic to think that this fleshy lollipop had only minutes before been pounding in and out of my pussey. I opened my mouth and began gobbling the ruby knob with relish, slurping and sucking it as my hands jerked up and down the thick shaft. I then jammed down his foreskin and sucked away in earnest while Jimmy jerked his hips backwards and forwards, thrusting ever more of his big cock into my willing mouth. He tried to push every inch of his prick between my lips but I simply could not take it all in and I gagged, upon which the sweet boy hastily withdrew until I had recovered. But I sucked lustily upon as much of this yummy sweetmeat as I could cram into my mouth until Jimmy's cock twitched violently and with a hoarse groan he cried out: 'Start swallowing, Rosie, I'm going to spunk, yes, yes, A-h-r-e!' And what a mighty spend of sperm Jimmy sent spurting into my mouth. I gulped down as much of the pleasantly tangy liquid as I was able but my mouth was already filled with his palpitating prick, so some of his jism spilled out between my lips and ran down my chin. How lewd! How exciting! I so enjoyed sucking and swallowing his creamy emission that I was quite disappointed when his cock, now milked dry by my palating, began to lose its stiffness.

A gleam of pleasure animated Jimmy's face as for the second time he lay back hors de combat. 'I don't know why you are so tired, Jimmy Horobin. This time around I was doing most of the hard work,' I said, in mock indignation.

True enough,' he admitted, with a cheeky grin, 'but honestly, Rosie, you sucked my dick so expertly that I am feeling quite drained.'

I was flattered by his words. 'Did I really, Jimmy? Did you know that was the first time I had ever sucked a cock? And of course I have never been fucked before either.'

'You darling! Damn, we should have had some champagne on ice to toast the end of your virginity. Mind, I do hope that you don't regret losing your maidenhead to me,' he said, with a note of anxiety in his voice.

'No, of course not, Jimmy, especially as my monthlies finished only two days ago so there's no worry about unwanted aftereffects! Was it the first time for you as well?'

'Yes, and fucking was every bit as nice as I had always imagined it would be. I'm sure that no girl can fuck better than you, Rosie. Also, to be frank with you, I have been sucked off just one before this afternoon, and though I'm not saying I didn't enjoy the experience, having you do it was even nicer.'

So Jimmy had been sucked off by another woman! A twinge of jealousy passed through me and I said reproachfully: 'Oh, Jimmy, I would have loved to have been the first girl to have kissed your cock. Do I know my rival? I'll scratch her face, the rotten cat!'

'You silly little goose,' he laughed. 'I assure you that there is no rival around with whom to do battle. No, it's, er, a little embarrassing really, though I'll tell you what happened if you really want to know.'

I urged nun to tell me all and he blushed. 'I wish I hadn't been so honest, but you'll keep this to yourself, won't you? Very well then, I'll confess all though come to think about it, I can't truthfully say that I've any regrets about the matter!

'It actually occurred when I came home at half term in late February. I kept myself in good physical trim because I had just been chosen to play football for the school team. So every afternoon before tea I would go out for a brisk three-mile run round Hyde Park. Well, one day the weather was quite beastly with rain coming down in a howling wind and to cap it all I slipped in some very fresh evidence of horses so I came back home looking (and smelling!) like a tramp. I rushed upstairs to my bathroom and could hardly wait to sponge myself down in hot soapy water. I enjoyed a luxurious soak and then climbed out and dried myself in front of the full-length mirror. As I dried myself I lightly brushed the edge of the towel against my dangling prick which began to stiffen slowly as the soft material tickled it. I looked in the mirror and saw myself take hold of the swelling shaft. As I lightly rubbed my cock it sprang to life, swelling up to its fullest height and girth.

'Like Narcissus I stood there admiring my meaty shaft which over the last year had developed into a weapon of formidable proportions. Well, you can guess what I did next! Carefully I rolled back the foreskin from my knob and I manipulated my cock up and down in my cupped hand. I closed my eyes and thought that nice though this was, how much nicer it would be if my prick was actually sliding into a wet, welcoming cunney! But this reverie was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a soft gurgle behind me. I opened my eyes and to my horror saw in the mirror that I was not alone! Tessa, a young chambermaid we had only recently engaged, had quietly entered the bathroom and was staring with interest at my nakedness.

'Naturally, I was so shocked that I let go my swiftly shrivelling member. “Tessa, what on earth are you doing here?” I gasped. “I'm sorry, sir, but Goulthorp, your valet, told me to change the towels and I didn't know you were in here. Please don't report me, sir, or I'll get the sack,” she implored, with tears in her pretty brown eyes.

'“Now, now, don't fret, I won't say anything. Worse things happen at sea, you know,” I replied cheerfully. She clasped her hands together and said: “Oh Mr. James, you are kind! Thank you so much, I'm so grateful. Yes, I'm sure I know what you'd really enjoy. If you'd like to stand still and close your eyes for a moment, we'll both find out.'

'I was genuinely puzzled-what could Tessa mean? Still, it might be fun so I obediently closed my eyes and whilst I waited I heard a rustling sound. “You can open your eyes now,” she said, and when I did so I took in a sharp intake of breath. For Tessa had taken off her white maid's blouse and untied the straps of her chemise.'

Jimmy paused and moistened his lips before continuing his confession. 'With a sensual smile she pulled down the garment and for the first time in my life I saw the beautiful breasts of a lovely young girl in proud, unfettered nakedness. Her bosoms were firm and rounded and I noticed how each tapered in delightful curves until they came to rich crimson nipples surrounded by pink circles. She said shyly: “Mr. James, you can feel my titties if you like.” With my mouth open with surprise and my prick now quickly returning to its former erect state, I stumbled across and her taut titties acted as magnets to my hands that desperately desired to squeeze those succulent white globes. How I marvelled at the way her hard, pouting nipples pushed against my fingers, as I pressed those gorgeous mounds of flesh against my palms.

'She kissed me and immediately her tongue was in my mouth which made my prick stand up to its fullest height up against my tummy, throbbing in expectation of delights to come. Tessa took hold of my quivering cock and knelt down in front of me saying: “What a whopper, Mr. James! You are well developed-why, it's even bigger than my boyfriend's and he is at least six years older than you.” She took my swollen shaft in her soft hand and cupped my balls with the other whilst she let her fingers run across the underside of my quivering cock. I uttered a little moan of pure pleasure and she whispered: “Does that feel good, Mr. James?” All I could do was to nod my head for I was almost swooning with delight as she added: “You do like my tickling your tool? M'm, I think you do-well now, just see what you make of this then,” she crooned as she leaned forward and to my joy took my now-throbbing tool and proceeded to suck it into her hot, wet mouth. Her darting tongue moved to and fro along my shaft and as she licked the tip of my knob, my ballsack tightened. I thrust my prick frenziedly between her lips, almost choking her. I knew that I could not hold back from spunking even though she had only been sucking me for less than half a minute. Tessa must have sensed my urgency for she lapped furiously at my engorged dick whilst lightly squeezing my balls. This sent the sperm rushing through my stem and the creamy white juice rushed out of my cock which jerked away madly whilst this copious emission filled her mouth. She swallowed every drop of jism and when the ejaculation had finally subsided she gently kissed my now semi-erect penis which I withdrew from her mouth.

'“My, you do have a fine tadger there,” she said admiringly. “And your sperm has a lovely salty flavour. I stood there dazed as Tessa slipped back the straps of her chemise and put on her blouse. “Damn,” she added, “I'm sopping wet down below.” She lifted her skirt and pulled down her knickers to reveal a huge wet patch on them. This blunt but naughty act made my shaft harden up again and without sounding too conceited, I think Tessa would have been willing to fuck but we heard someone coming up the stairs. There was a knock on the bathroom door and unfortunately it was my man Goulthorp who had come up to enquire whether there was anything I required. When I told him that all was well and that his services were not required he then asked if I had seen Tessa. “Tessa? Is she the new chambermaid?” I asked, motioning Tessa to stay silent.

'Tessa hid behind the door as I called out to Goulthorp that Tessa had probably gone downstairs. “Very good, sir, I'll look for her there if you do not require my services,” replied my valet. As soon as the coast was clear, Tessa gave me a quick farewell kiss, pulling my prick one more time “for good luck” as she put it, and, well, that was that, I never had the opportunity to have any further fun with her.'

'Oh, come now, Jimmy, you needn't be bashful with me,' I said, struggling to keep any note of reproach out of my voice for, to be fair, Jimmy had freely confessed all and, as Jimmy later remarked, any man would have been tempted by a seventeen-year-old seductress who stripped half-naked in front of you and proceeded to lick your prick.

'No, that's true, Rosie,' Jimmy said earnestly. 'I will admit that every night for at least a week afterwards before falling asleep, I tossed myself off thinking about how Tessa had sucked me off and how delicious it would be to fuck her. But the pretty young minx left our service only a fortnight later in I suppose rather amusing circumstances.

'Mama had pressed Tessa into service one evening shortly after the events I have just described to take charge of guests' coats at an important reception. My parents were giving a party for the famous Italian opera singer Majora, as Queen Alexandra had expressed a keen interest to meet the great Signora Majora and Papa felt it his duty to oblige Her Majesty. Well, Rosie, the lovely Tessa caught the eye of Sir Peter Lucas who was escorting Her Majesty in the absence of the King who was doubtless carousing elsewhere with Mrs. Keppel. Anyhow, the next day Goulthorp told me that Sir Peter had fallen madly in love with Tessa and had actually offered her his hand in marriage which naturally enough Tessa had accepted! His family went berserk when they heard the news and before the announcement of their engagement could be put in The Times, Sir Peter's father Lord Eastmidlands offered Tessa?1,000 to return the ring Sir Peter had already purchased from Smolasks.'

'Gosh, what a tale-and did she accept the offer?'

Jimmy laughed. 'Yes-but not until the noble Lord had raised his offer to?8,000 and the diamond ring which she sold back to Smolasks for at least?500! The last I heard from Goulthorp about Tessa was that she had set herself up in a nice little house on the Kings Road, Chelsea and was supplementing her not inconsiderable income by posing nude for the society painter Frederick Newman.'

'So all's well that ends well,' I said brightly.

'Y-e-s, I suppose so,' he said guardedly.

His reticence puzzled me. 'Well, what in heaven's name can be wrong in your scenario? Everyone came out of it well enough-Tessa has enough money to set her up for life, you and Sir Peter Lucas tasted the forbidden fruit whilst Lord Eastmidlands, who has pots and pots of money, can be satisfied that he assisted the rise of a poor member of the working class.'

'Ah, you've almost come to the point, Rosie. As far as my story is concerned, the only fly in the ointment concerns the sorry state of a poor member, who may not be of the working class but is still in urgent need of assistance,' he said with a grin, lifting up his limp prick for my inspection.

'Oh dear,' I said, taking his flaccid cockshaft in my hand. 'I'll do what I can to aid Mr. John Thomas, perhaps this will do the trick.'

And I leaned forward and planted a huge wet kiss on the ripe red plum of his helmet. I juiced his now stiffening shaft with saliva and slipped my hand underneath to feel his hairy ballsack. Lovingly, I went down on him and gave Jimmy's big penis a thorough, leisurely suck. His shaft grew and grew until I found it difficult to keep it in my mouth, so I switched to his balls and began licking and lapping at his sweet nuts. He gurgled happily as I paid my homage to his most private parts-especially that so sensitive area between his balls and arsehole-and this prolonged salivating soon had the desired effect.

I had just had the time to once more work over his bare knob and to flick my tongue over its slitted end when his balls began to pulsate as the spunk started its journey upwards. As I gave one last slurp, a stream of warm love juice spurted into my mouth and Jimmy's prick throbbed wildly as I held it lightly between my teeth. I sucked and swallowed his sticky white emission that poured out of his magnificent penis until I felt the spongy textured crown soften. I rolled my lips around it and nibbled away at the round bulb of his knob until his shaft shrivelled into its previous limpness.

To be frank, my pussey was now discharging juices too and I would have loved Jimmy to have given me a final good fucking but he could not be fairly expected to oblige and I bade him rest as I snuggled into his arms for a nice little snooze. After all, there would be time enough later that evening for more fun and games to which we could both look forward to with gleeful anticipation!

I smuggled myself out of Jimmy's room without difficulty and as I bathed and changed for dinner I reflected on how much I had enjoyed making love. Can there be a more pleasurable activity in the whole wide world? I thought not then and I remain steadfast in this belief after four years in which I have experienced (as readers of my diaries will agree) the thrills of fucking in many forms with an equally wide variety of partners both male and female-and sometimes both together! However, back to this all-important day when for the very first time a thick stiff cock pushed its way through my love-channel. As previously arranged, Jimmy came to my room at half past seven to escort me down to dinner. I wore an evening dress of light blue, simply but exquisitely cut by Mama's dressmaker, Monsieur Aspis of Jermyn Street and Jimmy had changed into his evening dress and very fine he looked indeed in his sparkling-white dinner shirt and silk-lapelled black jacket.

'Your Papa told me recently that Americans call evening dress a tuxedo,' he remarked. 'An unusual word, isn't it?'

'Sure is, as the Yankees say, but actually I know the etymology of the word. It is derived from the exclusive Tuxedo club in New York,' I said, as we made our way downstairs. 'No, I'm not especially good at general knowledge, it's just that Uncle Gordon, who visits America often, was asked to join the Tuxedo. He is a country member.'

'Yes, I remember!' said Jimmy, which made us both laugh out loud as we entered the drawing room where Uncle Gordon awaited us. He rose from his chair and I was surprised to see that he had changed into the undress uniform of the Third Lancashire Rifles, a volunteer regiment of which he was a lieutenant colonel.

'Ah, here come the young people,' beamed Uncle Gordon, shaking hands with Jimmy. 'James, good to see you again, my boy. Now I would like you and Rosie to meet an unexpected guest who is dining with us tonight, Mr. Andrew Bennett. Rosie, you know Mr. Bennett, of course. Andy, may I introduce the Honourable James Horobin; James this is Mr. Andrew Bennett who is a friend and neighbour of the family. His good lady wife has unfortunately been called to the bedside of a sick relative so naturally I invited him to break bread with us this evening.'

Mr. Bennett was a pleasant gentleman, somewhat younger than Uncle Gordon, and as neither he nor Jimmy were shy, we all got along famously. Sayers poured out drinks for us but whilst the men downed Bucks Fizz I preferred to sip mineral water. Of course the conversation turned to the recordings Uncle Gordon and Mr. Bennett had made that afternoon of rustic folk songs and apparently an unfortunate incident had marred the proceedings.

As we strolled into the dining-room, And (as the genial Mr. Bennett insisted we called him) told us of the afternoon's happenings at his home. Whilst we tucked into Mrs. Moser's delicious Continental hors d'oeuvres-chopped eggs and onions mixed with a small amount of boiled potato – Andy entertained us with the following anecdote: 'The recordings of Sussex folk song started well enough although at first the yokels were somewhat in awe of the apparatus and as we had thought, they needed to loosen up. So your uncle and I decided to have a barrel of beer brought in and we invited the singers to help themselves. Well, my word, I've never seen drinking like it-not even at the annual dinner we give the farmworkers at the harvest festival.'

'And still they gazed and still the wonder grew, that such small frames could carry so much brew!' misquoted Uncle Gordon with a short laugh, though this criticism did not prevent him motioning Sayers to refill our glasses with more champagne. 'But we certainly got the lads to sing though I hardly think we can release the results for public consumption.'

'Why not, Lord MacChesney?' asked Jimmy. 'Did the drink make their rustic dialect unintelligible?'

'Far from it-the words were all too clear! To give you an example, I heard choruses from “The Jolly Three Ladies of Huxham” that I could hardly repeat even in front of the most liberally minded audience.'

Perhaps it was Mrs. Moser's tasty food which kept Sayers busy refilling our glasses but when I excused myself before our main course to wash my hands, it obviously had taken only a few minutes coaxing from Jimmy to persuade Andy Bennett to give a rendition of the rather rude verses. I opened the door slightly and saw him stand up and sing:

'The jolly three ladies of Huxham,

Whenever we meets 'em we fucks 'em,

And when that game grows stale

We sits on a rail

And pulls out our pricks and they sucks 'em.

Now the poor little vicar of Huxham,

Had a cock which though thick was a short 'un,

He made up for his loss,

By having balls like a horse,

And he never spent less than a quartern.

But those three jolly girls from old Huxham,

This is the true story about 'em.

They lifted the frock

And tickled the cock

Of the vicar about to confirm 'em!

Then out spoke a young girl out of the blue,

Who said, as the churchman withdrew,

“My vicar is quicker

And slicker and thicker

And longer and stronger than you.”'

Jimmy roared with laughter and said: 'I do hope you recorded that fine song for posterity, Andy, I have several friends that would be delighted to purchase copies though I dare say it might be difficult to find a store that would put the record on general sale.'

'You could always sell copies through the columns of The Oyster,' Jimmy suggested. 'I think you would coin it in.'

Uncle Gordon nodded. 'That would be a good idea if we needed to make some money but thank goodness I couldn't spend all I have even if I live to be a hundred.'

'Fair enough, Lord MacChesney, but that reminds me of the story of Sir Charles and Lady Farnesbarnes-do either of you know it? No, well, it appears that one day Sir Charles came home and said to his lady wife: 'My dear, I'm afraid I have lost a great deal of money in unwise speculation and we must immediately make drastic cuts in our household expenditure. To begin with I suggest for a start that we dismiss the cook and you learn to prepare our meals yourself.'

'“Very well,” said Lady Farnesbarnes, “but only on the condition that you sack the chauffeur and learn how to fuck!” '

This jest was much appreciated by the other two gentlemen but when Uncle Gordon saw me enter the room he hastily changed the course of the conversation to far less interesting matters such as the state of the weather and the health of Mrs. Bennett's sick aunt. Nevertheless I thoroughly enjoyed the splendid repast and after we had finished Jimmy and I decided to go out for a short stroll in the warm evening air.

'Uncle Gordon and Andy Bennett are two game old boys, aren't they?' said Jimmy lightly, as we made our way towards the new garage Papa had built last September for our new Mercedes motor vehicles he had bought on a trip to Berlin. When we neared the garage, however, I noticed that the doors were unlocked and I whispered to Jimmy: 'Should we raise an alarm? We may have found burglars on the job.'

'On the job maybe,' I said carefully. 'But I'D wager that we have not been troubled by intruders. Listen to that noise carefully, can you not distinguish the sounds of breaking and entering from the whimpers and liquid sounds of a couple engaged in making love?'

Jimmy cupped an ear and listened intently and then turned to me with a grin. 'By George, you're right, Rosie! The only breaking and entering going on in there is that of a cock sliding into a juicy pussey!'

I suppose that we really should not have eavesdropped but as Jimmy said at the time, it was just possible that we may have been mistaken and that someone was trying to steal our lovely new motor car. So we crept up quietly and Jimmy opened the door very slightly and a flood of light spilled out. It only took a swift glance round the door to confirm my original theory-the strapping young footman Jack Dennison had sneaked away from the house with Kathie, the bouncy little kitchenmaid and together the pair were writhing half-naked on a couple of blankets filched no doubt from the housekeeper's stores. Jimmy was about to speak but I put my finger to his lips. 'Now, you wouldn't like to be interrupted at such a time, would you darling?' I whispered.

So we watched with mounting interest as the pretty girl slipped out of Dennison's embrace to lay on her back and pull down her chemise. The material fell away from her large milky-white breasts which she touched lightly, her fingers brushing the nipples softly and then passing upwards to run through her hair. This movement of the girl's arms made her breasts lift with the flushed pink circle which ran around each nipple heightening its colour, framing the erect little teat at its centre. The two lovely orbs of her ripe young breasts gently bumped together as Kathie lowered her arms again. She then wriggled out of her knickers and ran her hand through the curly brown triangle of pussey hair that covered her cunt.

'Well, Jack, all the goodies are on display-do you want to buy or would you rather send them back to the factory?' she giggled.

With a low growl, the footman rolled over to cover her body with his own-though not before I had time to admire his athletic physique and massive tool which was now pressing against Kathie's belly as he slid his hands under her legs to fondle and caress the bare globes of her bottom. He pressed his lips to the inviting red titties, kissing, sucking and nipping at the delightful little pink paps. He then released his hands from her bum-cheeks and pressed them against the tuft of brown hair between her legs before lowering his head and kissing her pussey whilst his hands sped upward, tweaking and rubbing her engorged titties with his fingers.

Despite his youth, Jack Dennison was obviously an expert muff-diver because Kathie was soon yelping with pleasure as the footman's tongue ran along the edges of her pussey lips before flicking inside to lash itself around her clitty which made the buxom lass shiver with desire. Then he heaved himself up and was about to plunge his rampant thick prick into her sopping wet cunney when the little minx grasped his veiny shaft and said: 'Oh Jack, let's be really rude. Let me suck your darling cock before you fuck me. There is no one here to see.'

With difficulty Jimmy and I suppressed a gurgle of laughter. Of course, we had no desire to spoil their fun and I suppose we should have moved away but though the spirit was willing, the flesh was weak and Jimmy and I simply stayed rooted to the spot enjoying this stimulating feast of erotic entertainment.

So we continued to watch intently as Kathie slid down a little, still somehow managing to keep herself curled up for Jack Dennison to tease her sopping slit. As the young man felt the wet warmth of Kathie's soft lips around his uncapped knob, his back arched in ecstasy. She kissed his bare helmet as she played with his prick-coyly at first, sliding her hand up and down the sturdy shaft before tightening her hold as she opened her mouth wide to suck in the smooth-skinned crown of his big cock.

Kathie sucked hard as she drew its soft fleshiness against her tongue and she gradually slid her hand down to the base of the shaft to make more room for her mouth. Down and down went her head as she crammed in more and more of the throbbing pole until she felt it pulsing furiously at the back of her throat. She gagged for a moment and was forced to ease a couple of inches of his immensely thick penis out of her mouth-for Dennison's prick was simply too big for her to suck from top to base. The clever lad quickly observed this and I noticed that he was careful not to push too deeply as he began to slide his enormous rod in and out, fucking her mouth delightfully as the so-sensitive crown of his cock disappeared between Kathie's wide-stretched lips.

Feeling those soft lips caress his cock made Dennison's back arch in ecstasy. 'Yes, yes, suck my prick, Kathie!' he panted as she licked and lapped at his glistening shaft-not that Kathie needed any urging to suck lustily on his fat tool until with one last slurping lick she threw herself down on her back and opened her legs wide, exposing her puffy, tender cunney lips that protruded from the brown curly triangular bush of crisp pubic hair.

'Now it is your turn, Jack. Come now, satisfy me and put it in!' she ordered. His stiff staff waggling out like a flagpole, Dennison answered her call and clambered upon her rich, ample curves. A moan from them both signalled that he had found the target immediately and their lips met in the sweetest of kisses as Kathie jerked her lovely bum-cheeks up and down in order to absorb as much of his cock as quickly as possible. In a trice and with a choking cry his shaft was lodged fully inside her willing cunney and then-pubic hairs mingled as I distinctly hear his balls bang against her bottom.

I slipped my hand down to Jimmy's crotch and was hardly surprised to find that his cock was rock hard and straining uncomfortably in the confines of his trousers. I could hardly blame him, for I was excited myself. Dennison was a handsome young man and the girl was a perfect little Venus, sweet seventeen with large breasts as white as snow, capped with distended red nips. I deftly unbuttoned Jimmy's trousers and pulled out his naked prick, rubbing and squeezing the hot shaft which made my lover sigh with pleasure.

Meanwhile the saucy maid was also swimming in pleasure, uttering little cries that she no longer wished to conceal. 'Oh, Jack, what a nice, thick prick you have. Ooh! Oooh! Fuck me harder you bigcocked boy! Crack away now!' she muttered fiercely.

Dennison did as he was told and I could see that her crack had received all of his cock and he was clenching it tightly as she rotated her hips sinuously, moving her cunney lips up and down his pulsating shaft as the willing lad vigorously heaved his buttocks and her bum answered his thrusts with little jerks of her own. 'I shall come in a minute, go faster, faster!' she howled. 'Right, here we go,' he panted in reply as his balls smacked against her bum with every long thrust. His body tensed and then he shuddered violently as he impelled the first gush of sperm inside her. 'Aaah! Aaah! That's lovely, I'm coming too!' she screamed out. 'Do more, more, more!' as she clawed at his back and crossed her legs wildly as the virile young fellow pumped spurt after spurt of creamy spray into her welcoming cunt.

This excited me so much that almost unconsciously I rubbed Jimmy's prick so hard and fast that he had only time to gasp 'Look out, Rosie!' before a little white fountain of spunk jetted out from his prick, mostly splattering against the garage door but a substantial amount shot over my dress.

'Oh dear, I am sorry,' he mumbled shamefacedly.

'Not to worry, darling, it wasn't your fault,' I assured him. 'We'll go back to the house and I'll change. Sarah will surely know how to clean sperm stains though I suppose it will be rather embarrassing to ask her!'

Jimmy grinned. 'You don't have to ask Sarah, sweetheart. Just pop into the chemist and ask for a bottle of carbon tetrachloride. It's the best cleaning fluid there is. All the boys at school keep bottles handy to clean their pyjamas up after a good night's wanking.'

'My, the things one learns.' I murmured as we took one last fleeting glimpse of Dennison and Kathie who were now lying down in each other's arms, quite exhausted after their passionate exhibition of l'arte de faire l'amour. Of course, we were both feeling terribly randy and when Jimmy followed me into my bedroom I was not displeased when he began tearing off his clothes.

'What on earth are you doing, Jimmy, there are no spunk stains on your trousers?' I asked sweetly.

'No, but there will be unless Mr. Pego kisses Miss Quim,' he replied grimly, as he sat on my bed, pulling off his shoes and socks.

A moment later he was naked and the sight of his supple, muscular body aroused me even more, especially when I saw his cock rise up in salute as I lifted my dress in both hands and lifted it over my head. It took only a few moments more and then I too was naked and we embraced lovingly as I sat down besides him. Jimmy's fingers lightly brushed my breasts and my titties immediately jumped to attention.

'Do you like my nipples, Jimmy? They're not as big as Kathie's, are they?' I whispered.-

'It's quality, not quantity which counts,' he said gallantly as his mouth came down to meet the soft flesh, his hands gently pushing my two globes together as his tongue came forward to circle around my engorged nipples. Then his mouth opened and drew in the red little soldiers, his tongue constantly moving, sending delicious vibrations throughout my entire body. Then I guided his hand down over my white belly to my hairy pussey and I let his long, tapering fingers caress my blonde pubic bush.

I gurgled happily as my cunney fairly throbbed from his probing, my juices beginning to pulse from me in a warm, sticky wetness. His mouth was on my titties again, his tongue reaching out to slide deliciously round my nipples as his hand moved purposefully in and out of my now thoroughly wet cunt until he was sliding his thumb around my pulsating clitty, pressing it and releasing it in a dangerously exciting way. My juices flowed freely as he inserted first one, then two and then finally three fingers up into my raging cunney.

Like myself, Jimmy may have been a novice at fucking but the dear boy had me squirming in ecstasy as his skilful fingers slithered over my clitty, sending me into deliriums of pure joy. I reciprocated by grabbing hold of his stiff shaft and moved forward to bring my lips down to the mushroom-shaped dome of his knob. Insouciantly, I let my tongue run the full length of the shaft, running back to the crown to catch a sticky drip of come that had formed at the 'eye' of his helmet. I ran my lips around the tip and then opened my mouth to accept its entrance.

By now Jimmy was so excited that immediately he forced at least three inches of his swollen todger between my lips and my body jerked instinctively away from the utter force of it. He retracted slightly so that his tool lay motionless for a moment, throbbing gently on my tongue. I closed my lips around the warm shaft and moved my tongue slowly across its substantial width. I sucked greedily on Jimmy's gorgeous big cock and twisted his head down so that his face was pushed into my own sopping groin. Jimmy realised what I wanted and my body fairly shook with delight as he removed his fingers from my crack and began circling his tongue around my dripping slit.

I felt his mouth flick across the grooves of my cunt which sent off fresh waves of pleasure crashing through me. I just had to have his lovely cock inside me now so I gently raised his head from my pussey and lifted my own from his throbbing tool.

'Jimmy, I'm ready for you now,' I said, and he needed no further words as he rolled on top of me as I spread my legs as wide as possible, keeping my hand on his prick to guide his knob between my yearning cunney lips. Dear Lord, his thick cock felt quite incredible as he pounded into me with exciting speed and power. 'Slow up for a moment,' I advised, and when every last fraction of Jimmy's prick was inside me and our pubic hairs were entwined together, I closed my thighs, making my handsome boy open his legs and lie astride me with his cock trapped sweetly inside my love-channel. He could not move his prick forwards or backwards as the muscles of my cunt were gripping him so tightly.

'Got you!' I giggled triumphantly.

'I'm more than happy to be your prisoner,' he countered, 'and I think that I deserve a sentence of not less than twenty-five years hard labour licking out your pussey.'

My reply was to grind my hips around, massaging his shaft as it throbbed merrily away inside my cunney which was by now dripping its love juices all down my thighs.

He grasped my bum-cheeks, which I absolutely adore, and I eased the pressure around his cock so that he was able to fuck me again. Jimmy responded by driving his pulsating pole back at terrific speed in and out of my cunt. Every last nerve in my body thrilled with exquisite rapture as I heaved up to meet his wild thrusts and I wound my legs around him so that his heavy hairy ballsack banged against my bottom as he buried that massive cock in to the very root. We rolled, we screamed together as we fucked happily away. From the insistent throbbing of his shaft I knew that Jimmy would soon be spurting his spunk inside me and sure enough, my cunney clamped down in a final burst of ecstasy as his stiff, jerking tool shot a tremendous wad of hot love-cream deep inside me. I pushed my pussey up against him, burying his cock even deeper to let all that wonderful milky froth bathe the inner walls of my cunt until my whole body glowed with lust.

We lay still for a minute until Jimmy slowly pulled out and sat up, his chest heaving as he gasped: 'Never mind Kathie or any other girl, Rosie. I just cannot believe that any girl could hold a candle to you when it comes to fucking.'

This was a kind thought but I felt it was right to say something of importance to us both. 'Jimmy,' I said gently. 'I do appreciate the compliment and I assure you that I feel the same way. But well, frankly, neither of us has enough experience to know whether what you have just said is true.'

Jimmy looked puzzled. 'Rosie, I don't think I quite understand you,' he said anxiously.

'Well,' I replied carefully, 'don't think for a moment that I haven't enjoyed our fucking tremendously because I have-but we both need to broaden our horizons. Not only must there be other ways of making love for us to explore but by only fucking with other partners will we know whether we have truly touched the heights.'

He bit his lip and looked extremely crestfallen. 'Yes, I see now what you are trying to tell me. But, oh, Rosie, I will miss you horribly!'

'You silly boy!' I cried. 'There is nor reason at all why we should not continue enjoying ourselves-all that I am saying is that if you want to fuck Kathie, I won't mind at all. Similarly, if I encourage Dennison to stick his shaft between my legs, you must try not to take umbrage either.'

Jimmy brightened up at these words. 'Perhaps we could do that together. What did Sir David Nash call his fete a quatre in that letter he wrote in the last edition of The Oyster, oh yes, a whoresome foursome,' he mused, his eyes gleaming at the thought of such lewd rudery.

Well as the old Sussex saying puts it, if you brood over your troubles, you'll have a perfect hatch. Jimmy looked on the bright side and as it turned out, he was to take part in a whoresome foursome far sooner than he could have possibly imagined.

Although I urged Jimmy to follow the Latin poet's advice to carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero, I had no idea that later that very evening I would be encouraging him to slew his proud prick in and out of the love box of pretty Polly Potterley, the daughter of our village blacksmith. Readers blessed with retentive memory will recall her name for I mentioned her at the start of this narrative as the girl who sucked off Lord Gordon MacChesney whenever my randy old uncle could find the time and the place to be alone together with her.

I promised to keep a truthful record so I must unblushingly recount how Jimmy's initiation (and my own!) into partaking of the joys of forbidden fruit, i.e. making love with more than one partner. The facts of the matter are as follows: Jimmy waited for me to change and we decided to make our way to the music room. Jimmy was an accomplished pianist and I had accepted his offer to play for me whilst we rested from our previous erotic labours. On our way we met dear Uncle Gordon and Sarah who were just entering his bedroom. He looked terribly embarrassed and coloured up a bright red when I said sweetly: 'Good evening, Uncle, are you having an early night?' 'No, no, no,' he said hastily. 'I'm just going to instruct Sarah about my, ah, my, ah-'

'Bedclothes, perhaps?' said Jimmy helpfully.

'Ah, yes, thank you, young Horobin,' said Uncle gratefully. 'That's quite right, I'm just going to show her how I like my sheets and blankets to be arranged. Come, Sarah, this won't take long.' And with that he pushed the giggling girl into his room, and following her in smartly, closed the door and locked it behind them.

'Good old Uncle Gordon, I said he was a game old boy,' said Jimmy cheerfully, as we made our way to the music room. Our entire family play the beautiful Bechstein piano Papa purchased in Prague five years ago, whilst Jonathan (of whom I have neglected to mention was staying the night with the Nettletons who lived a mile or so on the other side of the village) and Mama were both talented violinists and were always in demand to perform at musical soirees given by Lady Judy Cole and other Society hostesses in London.

On reflection, I simply cannot offer an explanation as to why that night, almost without exception every inhabitant of Argosse Towers, resident and guest alike, all seemed to be engaged in some form or other of sensual play. Perhaps it was one of the herbs Mrs. Moser used to achieve the superb piquancy of her Poulet a l'lndienne or some succubal grape used to make the '98 white Bordeaux Uncle Gordon had taken up from the cellar during the afternoon. But whatever the reason, quite unbelievably for the second time on this extraordinary evening, Jimmy and I stumbled across a second scene of sexual intercourse!

Perhaps prologue rather than scene would be a fairer description-for sitting on the piano stool with his trousers and underpants around his ankles was our dinner companion Mr. Andrew Bennett, and kneeling between his legs was none other than pretty Polly Potterley, gently masturbating his thick semi-erect prick.

Here she was, holding Mr. Bennett's substantial stiffstander in her hands, lightly kissing his hairy balls; truly, when one does what likes and gets paid for it (and I am sure Polly was receiving more than grateful thanks from Uncle Gordon), one found one's niche in life. And Polly certainly enjoyed her work and was to find fame and fortune only a few short years afterwards.

Now, we were able to view Dennison and Kathie's coupling in the garage without being noticed but here there was no hiding place to hand, although I must record that neither Mr. Bennett nor Polly seemed unduly bothered by what I would have thought to be an unwelcome intrusion. 'Hello there,' called out Mr. Bennett hospitably. 'Do come in but lock the door behind you if you don't mind. Polly's going to suck my cock, aren't you, my dear, and I would prefer not to have any further interruptions.'

'Good evening, Polly,' I said, trying hard to keep my sang froid. 'What a surprise to see you here. Actually, when you're here I rather thought that you might be engaged with my uncle.'

The pretty young jade smiled sweetly back at me. 'Good evening to you, Miss Rosie. Yes, usually I'd be sucking off Lord MacChesney by now but tonight he wants to fuck my friend Sarah, your chambermaid, so he kindly introduced Andrew to me so making sure that neither of us would feel lonely this evening. Lord MacChesney is so considerate, isn't he? But who is the handsome young gentleman next to you, Miss Rosie? I'm sure I've seen his face before somewhere, it looks very familiar to me.'

'I hardly think so, Polly,' I said stiffly. 'This gentleman happens to be the Honourable James Horobin. Jimmy, this young woman is Miss Polly Potterley.' Jimmy reached out to shake hands with the little minx who released one paw from Andrew Bennett's erect prick to smooth her fingers over Jimmy's knuckles.

'I know where I've seen your face before,' she exclaimed. 'I saw your photograph last week in the Tatler. Lord Gordon gives me the society magazines every week after he has finished with them and I've read about you, haven't I? You play football for Eton, and you scored the winning goal against Charterhouse for the Trewin Trophy last March, if I'm not mistaken. Oooh, how exciting to meet you, sir, what an honour!'

Jimmy licked his lips and though I could hardly complain if he acted upon the advice I had proffered less than an hour ago, it did strike me that words of simpering admiration from a pretty girl is a blandishment few red-blooded men can resist. Mind, from the look of Jimmy's face and the stirring movement noticeable in the front of his trousers, I could see that he was not even making an effort to counter the charms of this brazen young hussey. 'Don't call me sir, my friends call me Jimmy,' he smirked, as he and Polly exchanged a meaningful glance which they did not even try to conceal.

'Hold on a minute, you two,' cried Mr. Bennett, who had also witnessed the mutual attraction between the randy pair. 'Now then, Polly, I don't want to sound troublesome but that's my old fellow you've got between your fingers and I thought you were going to give him a good seeing-to.'

'Oh, but I will, Andrew,' Polly promised him, although she looked straight at Jimmy as she added: 'I just love sucking pricks. I do so enjoy caressing a knob with my lips and sucking out the first blob of juice which I spread around the crown with my tongue. It feels so good licking and lapping a stiff shaft and taking it into my mouth. I like nothing better than when the man squirts out his sperm too, it is so exciting when it shoots down my throat that I always spend myself. There's nothing that tastes so fine and clean as spunk. Indeed, I could suck on cock for hours but none of the men can hold back for more than five minutes at best. It really is very unfair, don't you think, Miss Rosie?'

'I'm afraid I haven't given the matter much thought, Polly,' I said coolly, but Jimmy quickly took her part. 'It is unfair, Polly,' he agreed. 'However, I would very much like to offer my prick for your delectation.'

'Ooh, that would be lovely,' she replied with a saucy smile, before hastily adding: 'But first let me attend to Andrew who has been very patient.' The merry girl was pretty enough, her chin being charmingly dimpled with full and pouting lips which, slightly open, gave a glimpse of two even rows of ivory-white teeth set in the deep rosy flesh of her small mouth. Her nose was of the Roman cast, though not large, and her eyes were a sparkling, lustrous brown which matched her hair which she let down so that it hung loose down to her shoulders. She was wearing an emerald-green dress, low cut with a long skirt which I later discovered to be a birthday gift from Uncle Gordon, and when she leaned forward we were treated to a show of her full, white breasts and the dress was cut so low that her nipples were only just concealed by the fabric.

Polly began to manipulate Andrew Bennett's cock, taking hold of his substantial shaft with both hands, but suddenly she stopped and said: 'You know, Andrew, you have been such a good sport, I'm going to give you an extra treat. Would you like to see me without my clothes on?' Well, you can imagine the answer which burst forth simultaneously from the throats of both Andrew and Jimmy! So Polly shucked off her dress and peeled of her chemise and drawers to stand in glorious nudity before us.

I was forced to admire her rich, dark brown hair that clustered in ringlets over her neck and shoulders which contrasted in singular fashion with the dazzling whiteness of her skin. Her breasts were luxuriantly large, proudly jutting out and tipped with small but pointed nipples of a deep pink colour and which I now understand denotes strong sexual urgings in the character of the possessor. Her waist was graceful and her belly flat and covered right at the bottom by a generous growth of nut-brown hair; and from between the silky locks that grew over her love mount, I could perceive a delicious looking little slit with two rosy lips, Polly Potterley, I grudgingly admitted, was as luscious a sight of feminine pulchritude as ever I had seen and I must confess that her body awoke a sensual desire within my own body.

But Polly was now ready to send Andrew Bennett on a trip to paradise. She hopped down on her knees, and opening her luscious little mouth she enclosed his helmet with her lips, working on the sensitive tip with her tongue. She eased her lips, taking in a little more of his shaft as her hand circled the base of his cock. She worked the loose skin up and down the shaft as she began to bob her head up and down and Andrew Bennett's hands now went to the back of her head, pushing her mouth even further down upon his swollen cock. Somehow, Polly managed to swallow almost all of his hard rod and she was obviously enjoying herself as she sucked happily away on his thick prick, an activity that was accompanied by a most arousing and stimulating squelching sound as his stiff penis slid wetly in and out of her mouth.

Polly was well schooled in the art of sucking, for Mr. Bennett was soon gasping as her little tongue flicked out and lapped lusciously on his throbbing stalk and when her teeth scraped the tender cockflesh when she drew his knob into her mouth, the poor man simply could no longer contain himself and he thrust his hips upwards and discharged a copious emission of sperm down her throat. Polly squirmed with pleasure as she swallowed as much of his creamy love-juice as possible gobbling the nectar spilling from the swollen sweetmeat pulsating between her lips.

Nevertheless, some of the precious white froth did drip from her mouth on to the beige Chinese carpet, something that Jimmy noticed and he muttered: “Those smears will take some explaining away, Rosie. You'd better get that carbon tetrachloride first thing in the morning.'

Polly must have heard this aside for she looked up and wiping her lips of the last traces of spunk with the tip of her tongue and said: 'Oh, don't worry about the carpet, Mr. Jimmy. Sarah always keeps a bottle of Dr Humphrey Price's Famous Elixir handy. It's a really wonderful compound that removes stains from any material, whilst Mr. Reynolds the gardener says a weekly dose has worked wonders for his roses.'

'I'm glad to hear it,' grunted Mr. Bennett. 'I'm sorry I came so quickly, my dear, but your sweet suction finished me off far quicker than either of us really wanted. But my old John Thomas won't take long to recover if you're game for another go.'

'Surely, but first let me sample Mr. Jimmy's prick,' cooed Polly. 'Why don't you two gentlemen get undressed, by the way, it's much more comfortable to fuck in the nude.'

Jimmy was the first to disrobe, and he and Polly looked a fine sight as they stood together with the voluptuous girl smoothing her hands over his slim yet muscular body. Their mouths slowly came together and as their eyes closed their lips met in the most passionate of kisses and their bodies too came together and their pubic muffs rubbed roughly against each other. Polly broke the embrace by sliding her lips down Jimmy's body as she slowly sank to her knees. He writhed and gasped with delight as her mouth reached his navel and when the strands of her silky brown hair brushed against his rising prick, he groaned out loud with barely suppressed excitement. Polly pressed his throbbing truncheon against her cheek as she lovingly weighed his heavy balls in the palms of her hands.

She now began to lick his balls, flicking her hot little tongue all around the hairy pink sack. Then she opened her mouth wide and took in both of his nuts, somehow managing to get both of them inside her mouth. As Jimmy moaned with pleasure she grabbed his huge stiff cock with both hands and, releasing his balls, began to nibble the uncapped mushroom dome of his knob. She then stuffed the purple helmet inside her mouth and began to bob her head back and forth, her lips working furiously to capture as much of Jimmy's cock as possible until she had gradually eased almost all of his giant whopper into her mouth.

Jimmy bucked and heaved, thrusting his tool in and out of her mouth in an ever-quickening rhythm and Polly guessed that she would have to stop sucking or Jimmy's proud young cock would spurt its spunk as quickly as Andrew Bennett's, which would never do. So she placed her hands on his shoulders as she lifted her lips reluctantly away from his pulsating prick. She pulled Jimmy down so that he lay flat on his back with his stiff cock pointing rampantly upwards. She climbed over him and pulled open her cunney lips with her fingers and started to rub her pussey to and fro across the end of his bulbous knob.

She then moved downwards a little to let his glistening helmet enter her yearning crack and she gently eased herself upon it so that every last fraction of his sizeable shaft was embedded inside her. She held him in place by cleverly tightening the walls of her cunney and paused for a brief moment, like a rider testing a new mount, before clamping her vaginal muscles on his engorged cock. Then Polly began to rock to and fro on her steed whilst Jimmy arched his body upwards in time with her rhythm, filling her pussey to the limit with his surging, pistoning prick. She pumped her tight little buttocks furiously up and down, digging her fingernails into his shoulders as she held on to her bucking bronco. Each luscious shove was accompanied by wails of ecstasy from the two of them. Jimmy grabbed her pert breasts and athletically moving his head upwards, sucked Polly's rosy nipples and she cried out: 'Oh that's lovely, that's delicious, you've made me come, you lovely fucker!'

Polly was as good as her word and Jimmy helped her in her ride to Elysium, pushing her up and letting her drop hard on his rock-hard penis. She shivered as she began to spend, trembling violently as she reached the apex and she pulled him tightly as she entered the throes of orgasm. This set Jimmy's sperm boiling up in his balls and they peaked together, his hot white love-juice creaming Polly's cunt as she shuddered into a magnificent climax.

'What a lovely fuck,” breathed Polly. 'You scored a bullseye with the very first dart. And my God, your cock's still hard-are you game for another go?'

'I am if you're ready-but what about letting Rosie and Andrew join in?' suggested Jimmy. By all means, I thought, for my blood was now fired by seeing this delicious girl suck and fuck my boyfriend's prick, so I hastily undressed whilst Andrew Bennett took himself in hand and violently friggs his cock so that it stood up proudly again, ready for the fray.

Frankly, I was uncertain as to how to enter the game but fortunately Polly decided to take charge of proceedings. 'I think you and I should start things off, Miss Rosie, so as to let the boys really relax and get their cocks as hard as possible. Don't you agree?'

'That sounds like a good idea,' I said carefully. 'What shall we do?'

'Well, why don't you lie down on the carpet and let me give you a massage,' she replied. I lay down obediently and Polly knelt in front of me, massaging the insides of my thighs. It was most pleasant and I made no objection when her hands dipped between my legs so that her fingertips lightly grazed the pouting lips of my pussey. My heart began to pound as she suddenly switched her attention to my breasts, lightly cupping the white, rounded globes saying: 'What lovely titties you have, Miss Rosie, I'm sure they are much bigger than mine.' I smiled my appreciation of the compliment as her fingers continued to squeeze and knead my breasts until she let her right hand trail down over my tummy and through my blonde bush. The she whispered: 'Spread your legs wider and I'll give you and extra-special treat!' The combination of flattery and the intense tingling feeling that was spreading all over me made it impossible to do more than murmur a quiet word of thanks.

I shuddered with pleasure as I felt her wicked fingers pirouette around the folds of my cunney but I was so heated now that as her fingers slid into my moistening honeypot and started to tickle my clitty that I achieved a little spend almost at once and I could see that Polly was now also becoming very excited.

Now we lost all pretence of restraint and Polly kissed me with fiery passion. She got on top of me and as our mouths met our breasts rubbed together and I could feel her thick brown bush brush against my own silkier blonde as she positioned herself so that our clitties touched each time she pushed her hips forward.

Like nipples, like clitty, the old saying goes and certainly Polly proved the role, as I could feel her stiff clitty protruding out of her pussey. Indeed, her clitty became so big when she was excited that she was able to direct the stiff little soldier to my own juicy passage. She then stuffed it, lips and all in my own affair and closed my cunt lips upon it, holding them tightly together with her hand. It is difficult for me to express how novel and delightful this unusual conjunction was to me. We were both so heated as our love-juices trickled down and mingled as we reached new heights of erotic joy. Without separating for a second, Polly rubbed and pushed inside me, the lips and hair of her cunney titillating my own cunt in a most thrilling fashion. We swam in a veritable sea of lubricity as we both spent mightily, feeling the strength of our orgasms course through our soft bodies.

But still this insatiable girl was not satisfied! She readjusted her position, turning across me so that she sat on her knees with her facing away from me. Then she seductively wiggled her tight little backside backwards so that her dark pussey passage was directly over my face whilst she leaned forward and spread my pussey lips with her tongue, sliding through them with ease as we both began to lick and lap along the slits of each other's dripping cunnies, exploring, tasting, tickling and sucking.

This picture of female saturnalia so excited Andrew Bennett that his trusty right hand flew to his upstanding thick cock and as Polly and I spent for a second time, Mr. Bennett sent spurt after spurt of sticky white love-juice all over us, coating our bodies with jism as we screamed our delight at reaching again the summits of the mountain of love.

We stayed in this position as Jimmy now brought his strong young cock into the game. He knelt behind my head and positioned himself so that the tip of his unhooded weapon was pressed between Polly's bum-cheeks with his balls hanging down almost touching my mouth.

'Ah, Mr. Jimmy,' gasped Polly. 'Would you do me the pleasure of fucking my bottom whilst suck off Mr. Andrew again? Miss Rosie, would you kindly wet his tool with spittle to help him on his way?'

'My pleasure,' I replied gaily, and after moistening Jimmy's thick tool, I raised Polly's beautiful buttocks and pulled them apart so that her tiny, wrinkled little bum-hole was exposed to Jimmy's attack. He shoved in steadily but not too quickly as she wriggled and twisted until he had managed to insert almost all of his cock in her bottom as I licked and lapped at his nice big balls, this lecherous tableau so affected Mr. Bennett that his prick swelled up very shortly to a good hard stiffness and he scrambled down in front of Polly so she could suck his cock whilst Jimmy bent over to fondle her dangling breasts as he jerked his twitching tool in and out of her arse.

Jimmy was first to spend, sending a shower of sperm into Polly's juicy bottom just before Andrew Bennett jetted his jism into her mouth. This double libation of love-juice sent Polly off again but though I enjoyed sucking Jimmy's balls, no one finished me off and I ruefully complained about this unhappy fact to my friends.

'I'm terribly sorry, Rosie, but it will take a while for my prick to perk up again,' apologised Mr. Bennett.

'I'm afraid to say that goes for me too,' added Jimmy regretfully. 'Can you wait a while for us to recover?'

I remembered Sarah's advice to Uncle Gordon, 'Polly, you don't happen to have some mustard about the place by any chance?' She giggled and replied: 'Oh, you know about our old country remedy of dabbing a bit up their arses, Miss Rosie? It's a bit drastic, that-I've another idea, why don't you suck my pussey instead. I'll wager that will stiffen up their shafts soon enough.'

«Oh, I do so agree with you, Polly,' said Mr. Bennett hastily. 'That's a far better suggestion. I'm sure that Jimmy and I would much prefer to see you suck Polly's pussey which would give us both much pleasure.'

The idea certainly did not displease me, especially when Polly stretched herself languidly down on the carpet, her legs apart and her hands jiggling her firm, uptilted breasts in a most inviting display of sensuality. I lay down besides her and leaning over, kissed her upright little nipples, twirling my tongue around them. I flicked them up to a fine state of erection and then let my mouth travel slowly along her soft, trembling flesh downwards to her groin. As I caressed her wonderful jiggling bum cheeks with my hands I let my own nipples, now hard with desire for this delicious girl, tracked down the length of her as I let my hips rest just inches away from the mossy brown bush between her legs.

Instinctively she cradled my head in her hands and gently moved it towards her wet, swollen cunney lips. I paused for a moment to take in the musky aroma before kissing the pink crack, making Polly shudder with anticipatory delight. Lovingly I began to feast upon her pussey, forcing my questing tongue deep inside her juicy gash, sliding up and down her slit. The quivering girl gasped with excitement as the tip of my tongue probed between her cunney lips, allowing it slide through her smooth passageway to find her erect clitty that was fairly pulsating with passion and I let it roll between my lips, sucking wildly on the chewy little morsel. Polly now gurgled her thanks as she twisted this way and that, throwing herself all over the place as she began to rub herself off against my mouth.

Jimmy and Andrew were both watching intently with their pricks in their hands and surprisingly perhaps it was the older man whose staff was the first to swell up. I had no desire for Andrew Bennett to waste his upright stiffstander so I pulled my lips away from the folds of Polly's pussey just long enough to urge him to place his prick in my cunt from behind.

'There can be no command that I would be more willing to obey,' said Andrew Bennett as he knelt behind me and raised by backside in the air, opening my legs slightly so that he could insert the tip of his plum crown between my cunney lips. I wriggled around so that he could push in his prick right up-but alas, despite Mr. Bennett's frantic urgings, his tingling tool began to deflate and even though Polly took his shaft in her mouth and valiantly attempted to suck it up back to stiffness, his penis obstinately refused to harden and he was forced to retreat, making profuse apologies for the poor performance of his limp limb.

Nevertheless, this little piece of theatre did not stop me from tonguing Polly's pretty pussey and as Mr. Bennett made his crestfallen way back to his seat, the lovely girl poured out her love-juice all over my tongue. It was extremely palatable to my taste, with a less salty flavour perhaps than Jimmy's sperm.

Meanwhile, however, I remained unsatisfied! 'My cock's still hors de combat but let me see if I can bring you off in a different way,' said Jimmy, jumping up from his chair and placing himself in front of me as Polly rolled herself to Andrew Bennett and commenced to play with his prick in the hope of encouraging a more permanent erection. I lay on my back, stroking my thighs sensuously and I noticed how the sunlight was playing across my body, highlighting the golden hairs of my bush as Jimmy's hand snaked between my legs and rose into the soft cleft of my cunt.

I grabbed his head and pushed his handsome face into my crotch and he nuzzled his lips against my cunney lips, kissing and sucking uninhibitedly, not like a novice at the art of cunnilingus (which he was), but as an experienced pussey eater of the calibre of my dear friend Sir David Nash who is surely one of the world champions of this noble art.

'A-h-r-e, A-h-r-e,' I panted, as his palating sent shivers of desire exploding in my cunt. 'Who taught you to pleasure pussey like that?'

'It's just a natural gift, I suppose,' he said modestly, as he slid his hand inside my cunt to juice me up even more. Oh how his fingers twisted and turned inside my pussey and it felt as though an electric current had been passed through me and I could feel my cunney juice fairly dripping down my thighs. He then proceeded to lick out my love box until my stimulated slit was almost aching for a real fucking.

Jimmy somehow sensed how I felt for he rose up and straddled my body. I looked up and saw that his penis had now revived and was swelling up before my eyes to its previous delicious hardness. 'Assh, your lovely prick is back in business, please fuck me now, darling,' I breathed.

Nothing loath, Jimmy mounted me, guiding the tip of his knob between my pouting cunney lips. 'More, more-ram your tadger in to the limit!' I cried, as I raised my hips sharply to meet him, forcing in more of his rampant smooth shaft which alas slid out as I fell back. On stiffened arms, he teased my pussey by keeping his cock from entry until I tickled him under the arms and then with an almighty groan he drove down and I took in the whole of Jimmy's cock from tip to root. As our pubic hairs enjoined I wrapped my legs around his waist as Polly temporarily gave up frigging Andrew Bennett's recalcitrant cock to kindly slip a cushion under my arse to increase the delightful pressure of his prick against my cunt. Oh, the divine joy of possessing a hot, stiff shaft in one's cunney! Can there be anything in the whole wide world to even approach the pleasure of fucking with a powerful yet considerate lover who knows how to use his thick, upstanding cock? As Jimmy's stroke became more and more insistent I spent again and again. Then I felt Jimmy go rigid and hold his breath and it was his turn to climax as he ejaculated with a final great shudder and a hoarse cry which rattled out of his throat, he sent his semen squirting inside me, drenching my cunney walls as I squeezed his balls, releasing a further gorgeous sensuous spend that burst forth from deep within me.

This set off Polly again for she insisted on squeezing Andrew Bennett's ballsack and sucking his twitching tool until at last it stood up again, as fine and stiff as a flagpole. She then threw herself astride his hips and with a single downwards motion slid her hungry cunney up and down the quivering length of his staff. She crooned with glee as his glistening pole slid in and out of her sopping nest and they came off together in a grand finale of frenetic fucking.

As time passed we amused ourselves in a variety of postures until the two men pleaded for the proceedings to be brought to an end. 'My goodness, and they call themselves the stronger sex. I am sure that Miss Rosie and I could continue screwing at least till midnight but just look at the state of this little prick,' teased Polly, flipping Jimmy's limp shaft in a gesture of derision.

'Good God, what you need is a stable of studs!' snorted Mr. Bennett, who took umbrage at her remark. 'Few men could have fucked as well or as often as young Jimmy and I did tonight.

'Surely you girls are not complaining?' he added plaintively.

I felt rather sorry for them, so I said: 'No, no, not at all, I think both of your cocks deserve ten out of ten for their efforts. Why, just look at the love-juice stains on the carpet! They'll prove quite a test for Dr Price's Famous Elixir! Don't be hurt, it's just that we girls still feel frisky.'

'You will just have to play with yourselves then,' groaned Jimmy as with a great sigh he turned on his side and in an instant fell fast asleep. Mr. Bennett followed suit so Polly and I dressed ourselves and for a joke, gathered up the boys' clothes and hid Jimmy's togs in my bedroom and Andrew Bennett's in Polly's-in fact, though Polly and I could have carried on playing in this whoresome foursome, we were really quite exhausted too and after we kissed each other good-night, we both retired to our own rooms to await our lovers.

In fairness, I must record that Polly and I did not have too long to wait for our beaux. When they woke to discover that not only Polly and myself but their clothes were missing, they guessed where both their girls and their clobber might be found. Jimmy managed to reach my bedroom and climb into bed without being seen but Mr. Bennett's bare bottom was seen by Sayers on the stairs as the butler prepared to close up the house for the night. However, as our old retainer has always been the soul of discretion I cannot believe that he will report the incident to my Papa when my parents return home next week!

Finally, although Jimmy and I fucked and sucked each other the next morning ad infinitum, alas, a telegram arrived from Goulthorp, Jimmy's valet to inform him that he must return home immediately as his parents were due back in London the very next day.