The Intimate Memoirs of an Edwardian Dandy, vol.I

CHAPTER ONE. First Stirrings

Little apology is needed-or will be made-for putting into print my frank, uncensored memoirs. For why should I not publish my diary? It may be of interest to both present and future generations of readers for many famous people are named in its pages. Here at the very start, however, I will freely admit to the alteration of certain names and places and the omission of a number of events, for nothing could induce me to embarrass or offend the sensibilities of any lady, from the parlourmaid positioned in the lower classes to the high and mighty London hostess who claims pride of place at the very apex of Society. I trust you will appreciate my concern, dear reader, though let me hasten to assure you that the above caveat notwithstanding, I also confirm in clear type a matter of importance which I have stated verbally on numerous occasions to my close friends, whilst placing in order the many and tidying recollections from the disordered files of memory. I refer, of course, to the fact that every gentleman whose name appears in my memoir has happily granted permission for his nomenclature to be revealed. Several letters have reached me from old acquaintances of both sexes who, despite having been warned of my intention to write a candid and undisguised account of my recent past, have expressed their pleasure to hear of the project. Indeed, they have urged me not to leave out their names in my manuscript, whilst not hesitating to remind me of jolly times enjoyed together at St Lionel's or sampling the varied and often exotic delights afforded to gentlemen of means domiciled in the heart of Belgravia and Mayfair, surely the most propitious areas in London for those like myself whose chief interest lies in l'art de faire l'amour. To complete these introductory words, may I cordially thank all who have assisted me in the compilation of what has turned out to be, according to my dearest chum Harry Price-Bailey: 'the horniest book of licking and lapping, sucking and fucking I have ever had the pleasure to read'. So without ado, let us turn back the years to the summer of 1898 when I was a lad of just fifteen years of age, living with my parents at the family seat of Albion Towers, which lies near the sleepy little village of Wharton on the edges of the Forest of Knaresborough in Yorkshire. Few areas of Britain are so rich in beauty and interest as this part of the country. There are moors to hike across, several wooded valleys through which flow lovely streams with glittering falls, grand ruins of castles, abbeys and historic houses and many fine buildings which show few signs of the passage of time-all these and many other features of appeal are to be found on every hand. This is why my father, Colonel Harold Elton Fortescue Mountjoy, late of the Indian Army, so enjoyed coming back to the home country after long service on the North West Frontier, for Yorkshire has an insistent appeal to all who delight in open-air pursuits, while the bracing air is unrivalled in England. Whilst the Pater busied himself with looking after our estate and taking every opportunity to go hunting, shooting and fishing, my Mama occupied herself with other ladies from the best families in the county. As surprisingly few houses were yet connected by telephone (I should add that we were an exception to this rule for though Father could be a bit of a crusty old buffer now and then, he was extremely interested in scientific progress and was the proud owner of one of Monsieur Lumiere's cameras that could take moving pictures, but more of this anon) Mama spent much of her time writing letters regarding social events in our neighbourhood, from dinner parties for the gentry to trips to Harrogate with Lady Scaggers, The Hon Mrs. Boote and other close friends. We returned from India four years ago, leaving my elder sister Barbara in New Delhi where she lives with her husband, Lord Lisneigh, Deputy Governor of the North East Territories. However, though to all intents and purposes I was an only child, I rarely suffered from the pangs of loneliness. Although I had no companions of my age locally, I was at home only during school holidays for my education was conducted at the grand old school of St Lionel's College for the Sons of Gentlefolk far down south in the beautiful county of Sussex. There I made many pals including some like Harry Price-Bailey, Terence Blacker, dive Allingham and Frank Folkestone who have remained firm friends throughout the passing years. During our vacations we frequently visited each other's homes, and as Mama was always more than pleased to extend hospitality to my school-fellows, I spent few days without someone to pass the time with. Nevertheless, I begin this excursion down the lane of recollection on one of these rare days. It was a glorious morning in early July 1898 and I looked forward to welcoming Frank Folkestone, the captain of the Upper Fourth at St Lionel's, to Albion Towers. Frank was spending the first week of the summer vacation with his parents at their home in St John's Wood before taking the train up to Harrogate where Papa and I would meet him. But what I hoped would turn out to be a highly satisfactory day opened on a gloomy note with the arrival of a telegram from Lady Folkestone, stating that Frank was suffering from a heavy summer cold and so she was postponing his trip up to us for twenty-four hours.

'It's only one day, Rupert,' said my Mama, trying to lift my spirits, 'and the weather looks so fine, why don't you spend the day out of doors? Perhaps you would like to join your father and Reverend Hutchinson who are fishing at the river on Mr. Clee's land? I'll ask Mrs. Randall to make you up a packed luncheon and I'm sure it will be in order for you to borrow one of your father's rods.' But I declined the offer, for I have never possessed the patience to wait for a fish to take the bait at the end of the line. Still, the idea of spending the day out of doors appealed to me. An idea struck me -Mr.

Richer, the senior teacher of natural history at St Lionel's, had fired my class with the notion of starting a birds' eggs collection and I thought that today would be as good as any to begin making up a set. I mentioned this to Mama who conveyed my request for roast beef sandwiches and a bottle of ginger ale to Mrs. Randall in the kitchen whilst I went upstairs to change into an athletic vest and football shorts as the weather was uncommonly warm and I planned a three-mile hike to Knaresborough Woods. So this is why, on that never-to-be-forgotten July morn, I went striding out of our front gates, my rucksack on my back filled with food for my al fresco luncheon and a woolen jersey to slip on in the unlikely event of a change in the weather. It was just after ten o'clock when I left home to walk through our grounds and as I walked briskly along, I had a vague sensation that someone was dogging my footsteps. Yet when I turned round to look behind me, which I did several times, the road was clear and I was apparently alone. I must be imagining it, I said to myself, yet there was no shaking off the feeling that someone was keeping pace for pace with me. The sensation of being followed is most disagreeable and I began to wonder whether some vagabond tinker was waiting to pounce upon me, though such crimes of petty robbery were so rare in the locality that any news of such a happening would warrant substantial coverage in the weekly Harrogate Chronicle. Yet I could not rid myself of the notion that I could hear the patter of light footsteps that were not my own. But soon the path was clear of trees and though I was still a mite apprehensive, I was now also slightly ashamed of my first concerns. After all, the Queen's Highway was free to all and I was probably just being tracked for fun by a young son of one of the farmworkers whom my father employed to till our arable fields. If anything, the sun now shone even more brightly. Soon after I crossed the meandering country lane that led to the Harrogate road I sat down to rest for a moment or two on a mossy bank. It stood on the verge of a meadow owned by our neighbour Doctor Charles Wigmore, whose sixteen-year-old daughter Diana was a girl whose beauty struck me tongue-tied and left me awkwardly attempting to remember my manners on the few occasions when we had found ourselves together in company. Momentarily a picture of the delightful Diana flashed across my mind as I allowed my rucksack to rest along the slope of the hillock and I stretched my arms and yawned, at peace with the world. I sat for a minute or two and then heaved myself up again-only to hear the quickening approach of another traveller behind me. I turned to see that standing only some twenty yards away was none other than the lovely Diana Wigmore herself, also dressed for the heat of the summer in a white linen blouse and a similarly coloured dress which barely reached more than a couple of inches below the knees of her uncovered legs. She really looked the acme of feminine perfection, being a lovely rosy-cheeked girl with a gay twinkle in her bright blue eyes. She wore her tresses of light ash blonde hair gracefully pinned up around her graceful neck, and young and inexperienced though I was regarding the fair sex, her saucy little nose and pouting lips, together with the clearly visible heaving of her proud young breasts as she recovered from her sudden exertion, set my own heart pounding at a fair rate of knots. 'Good morning, Miss Wigmore,' I said shyly, congratulating myself on for the first time speaking to this gorgeous girl without stuttering or blushing furiously with nervousness. 'Have you been running to catch up with me? I thought there was someone on my trail but you kept yourself invisible every time I looked around to see who my mysterious follower could be.' This time it was Diana whose face coloured up with genuine embarrassment. 'Oh Rupert, I do apologise – I know I should have called out to you at least a mile back. You looked deep in thought, and I thought it would be rude to disturb you.' 'I wasn't meditating about anything more important than how best to begin collecting birds' eggs for my collection. I haven't even started yet and I was only thinking as to whether I'd find anything in the nests at this time of the year.' She smiled and a delicious dimple appeared on the side of her face. 'I don't know much about the habits of birds,' she said. 'Is your quest for schoolwork or simply for your own entertainment?' 'It's not very important at all – I just thought it a good excuse to get out of doors on such a fine day. I could have gone angling with my father but, between ourselves, I find the sport boring though I know that many people derive much pleasure from the pursuit.' Diana sighed and said: 'You are a lucky boy, Rupert. I have some holiday work which must be finished by the end of the vacation. As we are going on the Grand Tour next week I must complete my portfolio to gain the certificate in art which I need to go on to further studies at college next term.' 'I didn't know you were an artist, Miss Wigmore.' 'Oh please call me Diana, Rupert. All my friends do-and you are my friend, aren't you?'

'I would love to be,' I said boldly, 'and I just wish there was something I could do to help you in your work. But I can hardly draw a straight line and I know very little about painting!' *But there is something you can do, Rupert, though I hardly dare ask you,' she burst out. 'Well, if we are friends, you should be able to ask anything of me- all I can promise is to do my best to oblige. But if I cannot help I will just say so and nothing is lost.'*You are a sweet boy. Very well then, I will take up your offer but promise me you won't be too shocked and that, whatever happens, you will keep this conversation secret,' she demanded.

'I give you my word,' I said, puzzled by the earnest look on her pretty face. This must be a matter of very great importance to you. So again, how may I be of assistance?' Diana slowly expelled a deep breath. 'Rupert, you might know that I attend Nottsgrove Academy, a progressive institution which believes in the equality of opportunity for women in both political and cultural matters. As far as art is concerned, Mrs. Bidder, our art mistress, firmly believes that painters are often forced to suffer varying degrees of injustice from financial problems. This is due to a misunderstanding or dislike of their finest work by patrons or the ruling artistic establishment. For women, there has always been a further prejudice against which to battle which is why so few women have made any serious headway in this field.' I listened patiently for even at this early age I had already realised the uselessness of interrupting when someone has climbed upon a hobbyhorse-and, anyhow, I enjoyed looking at this pretty girl who obviously cared passionately about her subject.

'There is still a bar against women at meeting places such as clubs or, heaven forbid, a genuine studio! Even at this early stage, I cannot find a subject for my figure studies. This is where I need your help, Rupert,' she added bluntly. 'I will not beat about the bush. I want you to pose for me whilst I make some charcoal sketches.'

'But that hardly seems an onerous task.' I declared, slightly puzzled by her words. 'Why, I'm truly flattered to be asked and I'd be delighted to help out. Look, I'm free this very minute if you would like to begin work straightaway.' Her beautiful blue eyes sparkled. 'Oh Rupert, what a kind offer! Well, if you really mean it, just a half mile or so through that stile there is a perfect place where I have set up my easel. On the ground lie my pencils and brushes. I've also brought along a small hamper, but Cook always packs too much and there'll be more than enough food for both of us.'

'It doesn't matter as I also have some sandwiches and a bottle of ginger pop in my rucksack.' 'Well, that would seem to settle it.

You really mean it, Rupert? Shall we really start here and now?' she asked eagerly, seemingly surprised that I made so little of the matter. 'Why not?' I said gallantly and gestured for her to lead the way. As Diana had promised, we did not have far to walk before finding ourselves in one of the numerous interesting copses on her father's property through which ran several shady footpaths hidden from the view of any passer-by. Sure enough, she had set up her equipment on a blanket spread out on a level piece of ground where I dumped my rucksack. 'Here we are then,' she called out. 'It's such a pleasant day and the light is quite superb just now. Gosh, I can hardly wait to begin. Are you ready Rupert? Yes? Jolly good-we won't be disturbed in such a quiet spot. I suggest you get undressed over here and put your clothes on the blanket.' I could not believe what I had heard and I looked at her in astonishment. 'What the deuce do you mean, Diana? Take off my clothes, did you say?'

She looked at me with a trace of impatience in her gaze.*Yes, of course, my love, how else would I be able to sketch the male figure if not from an uncovered form?' So this is why Diana was at first diffident about asking for my assistance! And why she was so happy to hear me consent to model for her without any fuss! I had assured her of my aid and it would be dishonourable and cowardly to break my word.

I will readily admit that I could not bear to appear foolish in front of this gorgeous creature who, if I backed away from this challenge, would probably never deign to speak to me again! So I took a deep breath and said: 'All my clothes, Diana?' 'Yes, dear,' she said steadily. 'Otherwise I would be unable to do either of us justice. So do be quick about it and then I'll show you just how I would like you to stand.' I hesitated still. Sensing my modesty, she added encouragingly: 'Come on, Rupert, there's really nothing to it. Look, if it makes you feel any easier, I'll kick off my shoes and take off this blouse and skirt. It's so hot that I'll feel far more comfortable just dressed in my chemise.' I closed my eyes, for the dreadful thought flashed through my brain that if I even took the most fleeting of glances at the sight of Diana Wigmore clad solely in a chemise, it would be impossible to prevent my penis from instantly betraying my secret sensual desires. As it was, like all boys at this difficult age, I had little enough control over my prick which would swell up sometimes for no good reason and which demanded the attention of my closed fist at least three times a day. Still, I had no avenues of retreat, so I sat down on the stump of a nearby tree and removed my shoes and socks. Then, drawing upon every ounce of valour in my body, I turned away and slipped down my shorts and drawers together and wriggling out of them, stood with my flapping white athletic vest covering just the upper part of my backside. I exhaled slowly before raising my arms and pulling off my remaining garment to stand totally naked in front of this amazing girl. To her credit, Diana appeared to be unconcerned about her first sight of my bare body.

'Rupert, would you just lean back against that tree at a slight angle to the sun, but facing me full on. Good, that's absolutely how I want you. Lay your hands on your thighs and raise your head to the sky, no, not too much-there, that's right, can you hold that position? Are you comfortable? Now please keep as still as you can.' I complied with her request and surprisingly soon the fact that I was standing in a state of complete nudity began to fade in importance. Diana chatted away as she worked, saying: 'Your body is well suited to a classical study, Rupert. You have the physique and more important, perhaps, the confident pose of a youth capable of surmounting all the obstacles which might occur in your life-not only through your undoubted physical strength but also by the sheer force of your personality. Now I have the talent, I want to capture that pensive look along with a clear-cut profile of your face with that proud look of determination stamped upon your brow.' Her comments were perhaps slightly above my head but I felt flattered by all this attention and when, after half an hour or so, she suggested that we allowed ourselves a ten-minute break, I could hardly wait to pad over and see what she had committed on canvas. But before I could come round she placed her hand on my chest and said: 'Please, Rupert, wait till we have finished. You might not like what you see and whichever way you feel may adversely affect the way you pose for me afterwards. You don't mind, do you?'

'No, of course not,' I stammered, all too conscious again of my unclothed state and of the cool touch of her slender fingers upon my skin, especially when she let them trace a circular pattern around one of my nipples. 'You are so well proportioned for such a young lad.

Why, you're almost as muscular as Roger, Lord Tagholm's son. My friends and I all much admired his manly torso when we saw him at the football club's gymnastic display last Easter. 'Naturally enough we never had a chance to see his powerful frame in such a glorious state of freedom, unburdened by superfluous vestments,' she murmured throatily, looking directly down at my perceptibly stiffening penis which was still dangling down but swelling inexorably, its ruby head already only semi-covered as I tried to prevent it jumping up to its full length. But despite all my efforts I felt my cock rise higher and higher, now fully uncapping the red-topped helmet as my shaft swelled up to its full eight and a half inches, standing smartly to attention against my belly. My face turned bright crimson, for there was no way that Diana could have missed the swift rise of my tumescent tadger. Now a further shock awaited me, for I was certain that the lovely girl would toss her blonde tresses in disgust and at best walk silently away from me or, at worst, castigate me violently for being so rude. I braced myself for the onslaught but to my amazement, Diana moved her hand downwards to seize my shaft, and her long fingers, working as though they possessed a will of their own, started to frig my throbbing tool, rubbing it slowly, which made me almost swoon from the delicious sensations that coursed around my entire body. Diana was delighted by my response and she said, really talking to herself: 'My goodness, what a splendidly proportioned penis for a mere lad. It looks so scrumptious that I would like to kiss it.

But no, no, I must not let myself be so roused by this handsome boy and his immensely big prick. I really am very naughty to even touch it but I cannot help myself. 'Ah, how lewd,' she muttered as she drew back my foreskin, making my knob leap and bound in her hand. With her free hand, Diana unbuttoned her chemise and freed the uptilted, bouncy globes of her bosoms to my excited view. Now, I had peeped at French photographs of undraped females in the pages of The Oyster which Clee kept in his locker in our dormitory back at St Lionel's, but never before I had seen in the flesh the breasts of a pretty young woman. How tempted I was to touch those two proud beauties! And how well they were set off by the two cheekily pointed nipples, themselves each capped by the pink circles of the aureoles. The sweet girl groaned with unslaked passion as I plucked up enough nerve to move my hand up and gingerly tweak one of her engorged strawberry-like titties. 'Stop, Rupert, stop, you must be a good boy,' she murmured but I was in no mind to heed this plea and continued to feel her erect tithe with my fingers.*No, I mean it, please stop that. I like it very much but we must get back to work. First, however, I'll finish you off which will give you some relief,' she gasped, gripping my twitching shaft even tighter. Reluctantly I obeyed but she was as good as her word, as increasing the pace of her frigging, she rubbed my cock so sensuously that in a matter of moments the creamy froth shot out of my tool all over her fingers and splattered out over her chemise. 'Oh dear, I'd best take off this chemise and wash it in the stream. I'll have to do the same with my knickers, as they are already wet with my juices. If I don't, our laundrymaid is bound to gossip with the other servants about the state of Miss Diana's underclothes,' she said lightly. The thought of seeing this exquisite girl strip off her remaining garments set my truncheon standing up to attention again from its state of semi-erectness it had subsided into when Diana had finally relinquished her grip. 'Now, now, Rupert, behave yourself!' she grinned, ordering me back to my tree with an imperious wave of her arm. I sighed but trudged back obediently as Diana called out: 'I tell you what, my family only sent you a boring old book for your birthday last month. If you will try to stay as still as you can, in the same way as you managed before, I'll give you a very, very nice late birthday present before lunch which we'll both enjoy even more that we did just now.' A late birthday present, I mused to myself as I leaned back into my old position-what the blazes could she mean by that? Genuinely, I had not the slightest idea and even the sight of her licking her upper lip with the tip of her tongue failed to provide the clue to unlock the puzzle for me. Meanwhile, I had to concentrate both mind and body on holding my pose for this sweet lass, la bella donna delta mia mente* for Diana was a truly industrious worker and she stuck to her task, looking up and pausing only occasionally to ponder now and then for artistic inspiration. The minutes ticked away but I stayed as still as could be. To pass the time I thought of all the fun Frank and I would have after he arrived to stay with us tomorrow. I could just see his face when I told him about this current adventure! Wouldn't he just be green with envy when I told him about how Diana had wanked my cock! No, that's an unworthy thought I decided as, feeling weary, I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. On the other hand, I could tell him all about it without mentioning her name and ever letting on even if she and Frank were to meet at some later date. 'Okay, it's time for lunch,' sang out Diana, breaking into my reverie. I stretched my arms out and walked across to her, my excited gait showing her that I was ready and waiting for this special treat she had previously mentioned. She gave me a dazzling smile as she put her hands on my shoulders and said: 'Would you like your birthday present now, Rupert, or would you like to wait until after we've eaten?' 'May I have it now, please?' I asked humbly and she nodded her head. 'Yes, you deserve a nice present as you've been a very good boy and not tried to make me go further than I wanted.' Again, I was at a loss to understand her words though now, of course, I realise that what she meant to convey was that I took heed of her request to let go of her tittie when it became plain that she really meant what she said. Diana took hold of my arms and put them round her back, at the same instant moving forward so that we were now sweetly crushed together. She lifted her arms up to cradle my neck and bring my face to hers and our mouths met to join together in what was the very first kiss of passion I had ever experienced. I was totally engulfed in a torrent of idyllic bliss that swept in waves over me. I heard nothing, saw nothing and felt nothing but the ravishing excitement of this first embrace. Far from discouraging my roving hands, she herself moved them to her breasts and as I caressed the firm, rounded globes, she slid the straps of her chemise off her shoulders and I thrilled to the touch of her naked nipples that rose up like hard little bullets to greet me. My prick had already stiffened up to stand powerfully upright, as hard as a rock, my knob already burst free from its covering as the luscious girl grabbed hold of my straining shaft. We were swept off our feet by this fierce outpouring of frenetic energy and we sank to the ground, still joined by our mouths with my right hand cupped around the jutting orbs of her breasts and Diana's fingers gripping my prick, ardently rubbing my shaft and now tonguing my mouth so vehemently that I could feel the boiling juices already fermenting in my balls.

The prudent girl sensed that I was nearing a spend and she swiftly withdrew from my mouth and rolled me over onto my back. Then suddenly her tousled blonde tresses were between my legs and her lips were upon my cock as she kissed the unhooded helmet, lapping up the blob of liquid that had already formed there and licking my purple mushroomed crown with her pink little tongue. She opened her lips wide enough to encircle my knob and instinctively-for of course my young penis had never before been placed in such a sublime haven – I moved forward to push my excited tadger even further into her mouth.

'A-h-r-e, A-h-r-e, A-h-r-e!' I panted as her magic tongue travelled wetly all over my tool. I thought I might even pass out from the unbelievable pleasure that scorched every fibre when her teeth scraped the tender flesh of my knob as she drew me in again between those luscious lips, sucking my shaft slowly from top to base, with her every sweet suction transporting me to even higher peaks of Elysian delights. I groaned as I felt my balls hardening for I only wanted to continue this marvellous game. Diana looked up at my contorted face as I tried desperately to hold back the flow of sperm.

The understanding girl promptly solved my dilemma by immediately freeing my twitching tool from its heavenly prison and she also withdrew her hand from my throbbing shaft. Then with a saucy glint in her eyes she said: 'Well, you've unwrapped your birthday present, so to speak-let's see if you are old enough to know how to play with it.' And without further ado she climbed on top of me with her knees on either side, pulling open her love-lips with her fingers and massaging her pussey back and forth across the tip of my cock. I bucked and heaved, wanting above all to slide my rampant rod into her cunt. She teased me for a moment or two but then she lifted herself before crashing down on my pulsating pole, tightening the walls of her cunney as she held me in place, rocking backward and forward, slicking my shaft with her juices as she rocked with ecstasy. This was simply too much to bear and as I pushed upwards once more I felt the white frothy spunk burst out of my cock. Diana screamed with joy as she too climaxed as the hot creamy spunk flooded into her and she shuddered with glee as I pumped jets of jism into her flooded crack. She leaned forwards, my now shrivelling penis still snugly inside her slit, and kissed me on my mouth. 'Well done, Rupert! That was a really splendid fuck,' she whispered in my ear as we lay panting with exhaustion.

As we rested, bathed in the bright sunlight, now entwined in each other's arms, I proudly mulled over the fact that I had now crossed the Rubicon and hopefully there would be many more opportunities to make further journeys with Diana. Naturally, like all of my contemporaries in the Upper Fourth, I enjoyed a daily five-knuckle shuffle. But I could never have imagined that real fucking could be so exciting and wonderful; it had surpassed all my expectations. Here I was lying on Nature's bed of grass, having made passionate love to the beautiful naked girl now in my arms. Or to be more accurate, having just had her make love to me! The tenderness of this first engagement will never fade from my memory. As the poet says, me tamen writ amor; quis enim adsit amori.* Once we had regained our senses, we ate our luncheon with gusto, for the worship of Venus and Priapus fuels the appetite better than any medicine. 'I suppose you want to continue your drawing.' I said with a sigh as I collected up the detritus of our picnic and placed it in my rucksack. 'No hurry, my dear,' twinkled Diana as she took hold of my prick as I passed by, stroking the limp shaft until I felt the first stirrings of an erection.

'I don't know whether I can do it again,' I confessed, though the way my prick was swelling under Diana's ministrations appeared to leave little doubt. 'Just lie back, Rupert, and leave the rest to me,' advised my love with a gay smile. Slowly at first she gently stroked the sensitive underside of my still-stiffening penis, allowing her fingers to trace a path around and underneath my balls which instantly made me tingle all over with an electric gratification.

After a while she closed her finger and thumb around the shaft, sliding them along its length as her head dived down and, like a magic serpent, her tongue slid around and around my stiffstander until it was as hard as a poker and fairly bursting for action. 'M'm, I think you are now more than ready for the fray,' she murmured huskily, disengaging her lips from my pulsating prick as she rolled over on her back and motioned me to scramble up in front of her. I was on my knees in a moment, my cock just inches away from the gaping lips of her cunney that thrust through the silky mass of her blonde bush. I brought my straining stiff to the charge and to our joint squeals of delight, fairly ran it through into the sopping depths of her warm, willing cunt until my ballsack swished against Diana's bottom. We lay quite still for a few moments as Diana's pulsing pussey squeezed my cock so exquisitely that for the second time I almost swooned away from the sheer pleasure of it all. She then heaved up her derriere and I responded to this move with a mighty shove of my own and we commenced a most exciting fuck. My rock-hard staff fairly glistened with her love juices as it worked in and out of her sheath, whilst the lips of her cunney seemed to cling to it at each time of withdrawal as if afraid it would lose its delectable sugar stick. Our movements now locked themselves into a furious rhythm. Diana was transformed into a wild animal, screeching uninhibitedly as she writhed uncontrollably under me with the force of an approaching orgasm. I fucked her at an even greater speed until, with a little wail, she slumped backwards, her thighs clenched around my waist as her body shook in a rapid drawn-out series of spasms. Her cunney squeezed my cock even tighter and the pressure led very soon to me shooting off a further libation of sticky white seed inside her saturated love channel that drained my prick of every last drop of its precious elixir… I have heard it said so many times that one's introduction to the joys of love-making can often be a traumatic experience and certainly it is a stepping stone into adulthood that one rarely forgets. First love can be tremendous-or absolutely disastrous. This usually depends upon the circumstances, on the partner of one's choice and to a very great extent, upon ourselves. I was naive, slightly shy and, at first, frankly bewildered by my first voyage along the highway of love but I was fortunate enough to be accompanied by a sophisticated girl who took the trouble to care for and cater to my every need. Indeed, my heart was bursting with gratitude to Diana for her kindness and I leaned over to kiss her and said: 'You've been so good to me. I've never had such a marvellous time. Did you enjoy making love as much as I did, Diana?' 'Oh yes, it was a dreamy fuck,' she replied as I rolled off her soft body to lie beside her. That's the second time I've spent. Who have you fucked with before, Rupert? Did one of your horny servant girls teach you about how to pleasure a pussey? Or was it an assistant matron perhaps at St Lionel's? I've heard all about some of the goings-on in such places!' 'No, I've never ever done it before,' I confessed timidly, feeling the colour rise to my cheeks. Would the divine girl laugh at this intimate personal revelation? But no, far from it-she clasped her hands together happily and said: 'You were a virgin and I was your first conquest? Oh, what an honour! Let me kiss your lovely cock, Rupert, he deserves every praise for his performance.'

Yet even as she planted her lips upon my shaft, which now dangled flaccidly over my thighs, I realised that I still had much to learn about fucking if I wanted to become such a cocksman as the merry young men-about-town whose exploits I had read about in Clee's naughty magazine. I resolved then and there to devote my life to the study and appreciation of l'art de faire l'amour. But I must return to my story-Diana and I worked on assiduously after this feast of fucking and when she showed me the result of her labours, I was most gratified to see myself immortalised through her perceptive artistry. She had sketched a most lifelike portrait of my face in bold sweeping lines, capturing the essence of my likeness and though I thought she flattered my physique (especially by the very prominent bulge under the fig leaf she was forced to paint over my cock and balls!) I told her in all candidness that for what it was worth, there could be little doubt that one day her work would hang on the walls of the Royal Academy in London. 'Do you really think so?' she said as she carefully packed up her materials and folded up her easel.

'Well, I don't suppose my words mean much to anyone but I'm going to ask you here and now to paint my picture again when I leave St Lionel's,' I said with genuine feeling. That's a deal-my very first commission,' she laughed. 'I won't charge you more than twenty guineas.' There was ample time for us to sit on the banks of the lazily flowing nearby stream as Diana had not forgotten her self-appointed task of washing her knickers and chemise which lay drying on the sun. She had slipped on her blouse and skirt and I had also dressed myself, for though the sun still blazed down, there was the remote possibility of some hobbledehoy of a farmworker or one of Mrs. Wigmore's domestics passing through the Wigmore's property on their way to work. I threw a pebble into the water and said somewhat hesitantly to Diana. 'Don't think me nosey but when did you first, er-' 'First fuck?' she interrupted brightly, for she could see that I was still too unsophisticated to speak in vernacular terms.

'I don't mind telling you about it. Let's snuggle down together and, whilst my underwear is drying, I'll tell you all about it. 'I suppose I'd always been attracted to my brother Humphrey's best pal, Ronald Greyfriars. Ronald and Humphrey both row for Cambridge University and they spend much of their vacation time together catching up on their studies as during termtime both spend too much time on the river and not enough in the library, especially for a difficult course such as law which they were both reading at Trinity Hall. As fortune would have it, Ronald was staying with us during last year's Christmas vacation and naturally, both he and Humphrey were invited to my birthday party on December 8th. You were invited, if you remember, but had to refuse as your parents had made arrangements for you to go down to London with them on a family visit to your Uncle, the one who sits in Parliament.' 'You mean Uncle Edmund, the Liberal member for West Bristol,' I said gloomily. 'Yes, I was dashed upset at the time but my parents insisted I joined them as he thought a tour round the House of Commons would be most instructional and improve my understanding of politics. It was quite interesting but I would far, far rather have been at your party!' 'Never mind, there will be other parties-anyhow, it was only a small affair with local friends. There was no dancing but we played parlour games after dinner and I think we all enjoyed ourselves. After my guests had left, Papa and Mama went to bed and suggested that I do likewise. I did go to my room but I wasn't sleepy even though it was quite late. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I looked rather fetching in the new dress Miss Foggin from Harrogate had made up for me. It was an evening gown in decollete style and I insisted that it was cut as low as Mama would allow. She had insisted that it should be fringed with lace. I stepped out of the dress and took off my bodice. It was easy to unpick the fringe and when I slipped the dress back on, the cleft between my breasts was clearly visible now in the mirror when I leaned forward. I could see the swell of my breasts which were now only barely covered. The tips of my fingers passed lightly over my nipples and I thought how marvellous it would be to have Ronald's hands there in place of my own. 'As I said, I was too wide awake to sleep so I walked quietly downstairs to the library where I thought I would read the evening newspaper which I had not scanned. No-one seemed to be around although the lights were all burning, but then Armstrong rarely locks up until midnight so I was not alarmed when I thought I heard somebody moving in the drawing room. I opened the door and was pleasantly surprised to see that Ronald was still there, reading through one of his textbooks. '“Hello Ronald, are you burning the midnight oil? It's more than Humphrey would care to do,” I said.

'He rose from his chair and grinned. “Humphrey's worked harder than me or he'd be down here too to cram for these bally examinations.

But golly, young Diana, you look spiffing. Wait a moment though, there's something different about you. What is it now, let me see…

By thunder, I have it, you've altered your dress. What's happened to that fringe of white lace?” 'I was not in the least embarrassed by his question and I replied: “Well, if you must know, I thought my figure was much nicer to look at than a frilly piece of material.” 'He put down his book and moved closer towards me. “My God, I should say so,” he said thickly. “I remember when your chest was as flat as mine.” “But no more,” I said, touching his arm with my hand.

“I'm sixteen years old now and fully developed.” His handsome face betrayed his struggle to keep his composure as I deliberately leaned forward to expose even more of my breasts to his excited gaze. He took a deep breath but said nothing, though I could see that this show of the snowy white globes deeply affected him. I looked steadily at his deep brown eyes and said softly: Why don't we sit down for a minute on the Chusterfield and talk?” Still without speaking, he took my hand in his own and we adjourned to the aforementioned couch.

I knew full well that Ronald was simply dying to touch me but he needed some further sign of encouragement so we chatted quietly about this and that. After a while I decided that I would have to make the first move so I put my hand on his shoulder and let it rest there.

This did the trick! Indeed, I had not expected him to be so forward for suddenly he spun me around, turned my face up to his and kissed me passionately on the lips. 'A surge of excitement coursed through my veins for there was something about this kiss which made it impossible for me not to respond. “Diana, you have always epitomised the very quintessence of female beauty,” he muttered. “Goodness me, that's quite a little speech, could you not speak plainer?” I said, though I knew well enough what his convoluted words were attempting to convey. Ronald swallowed hard and said: “I mean, my darling girl, that I have an overwhelming desire to make love to you.”

“You have never mentioned this to me before,” I said with a small smile, stroking his flushed cheek. “No, because you are the sister of my best chum and in any case I would never take advantage of a girl of tender years,” he replied hotly. “Your candour does you credit,” I said firmly. “However, I am not totally without experience of the joys of sensuality, though I have never actually made love yet-but now would be an appropriate time to remedy this, for as the country folk say around these parts:

When roses are reddest they're ready for plucking, And when she's sixteen, a girl's ready for fucking!” 'Ronald smiled at my rude verse and his hand slid gently from my shoulder down underneath my arm as he positioned me to receive a further intimate embrace. Now, as our lips crushed together in a burning kiss, I felt his hand close gently over my breast. At the same time his tongue sank inside my mouth. Then I could feel his hands lift out my naked breasts from their scanty covering and he toyed with them so excitingly, tracing circles around my hardening nipples with the tips of his fingers and then rubbing them deliriously against the palms of his roving hands until they stood up in salute like small red bullets. 'But my lips could not satisfy his ardour and soon he was passing his mouth over my cherry titties, kissing and sucking my nipples so sensually that I felt my pussey beginning to moisten. I was putty in the hands of a master builder for at this stage he leaned down to take hold of my ankle and began to caress it lovingly. I knew what was in Ronald's mind but I made no attempt to stop him as his hand worked its way up my leg and inside my thigh. A strangled cry of exultation escaped from his throat when his fingers reached inside my new pair of minute French knickers, a sub rosa purchase I made in Paris on my last visit to the Continent, and soon they became enmeshed with the silly hair of my pussey. Even at this stage, I was still just in control of my senses but I had no wish to end it all just yet.

Ronald's fingers played exquisitely with my thatch and when he began to roll down my knickers, I assisted his efforts by raising my bum so he could more easily pull them down. Once the tiny garment was over my feet, I stepped out of them and said: “Ronnie, did you know that the hair of my bush is as blonde as the hair on my head?” '“Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to see for myself,” he panted, moaning softly as with a deliberate carelessness I let my own hand brush against the prominent vertical bulge in the lap of his trousers.

'Without further ado I unbuttoned my dress and let it slide to the floor. I stepped out of it towards him totally nude, the first time I had exposed my naked body to a man. Feeling slightly decadent, I draped myself across his clothed body on the couch, and my pussey ached with excitement as Ronald began to tear off his clothes.

His muscular frame gleamed in the light afforded by our newly installed electric lamps. His face too looked so adorable, set off by his large eyes with their thick lashes whilst their dark brown colour matched so handsomely with his tightly curled hair. But the piece de resistance was of course his lovely prick which I now saw for the first time. It was exquisitely fashioned, bobbing out in front of him like a curved scimitar and his burgeoning erection had already partially pushed back the foreskin over the beautiful pink crown. All thoughts of control fled from me as I reached out and encircled his shaft with my hand, pulling down the foreskin to completely bare the full helmet of his cock which was already glistening with a blob of pre-spend that had emanated from the tiny “eye” on the tip of his knob. 'We fell back on the couch and Ronald stretched me out on the big sofa. He knelt alongside me and fervently kissed my breasts and belly- and when he placed his head lower I clutched it lovingly, moaning my approval as he pressed his lips against my silky blonde thatch. The sensations were simply divine and when I felt his tongue begin licking my pussey I almost screamed with unalloyed delight.

'“You have the most delicious cunney ever, Diana, and I could feast on it all night,” he said, raising his head for a moment before carrying on his sweet sucking of my cunt. These lewd yet complimentary words raised me to an even higher pitch of excitement when he parted the lips of my love chink with his wicked fingers and started to lap between my cunney lips. He relentlessly continued this thrilling stimulation, sinking his fingers into my moistening slit, making me tremble with expectation as he eased them deeper and deeper inside my pouting pussey crack. 'His tongue and fingers were delighting me to new peaks of pleasure that I had rarely before been able to climb.

My clitty was now tingling with an intense excitation as he cupped it between his lips and nibbled furiously at the erect little miniature organ of ultimate pleasure. He twisted his fingers around inside my cunney as I writhed wildly, clamping my legs around his neck, and holding his head pressed even harder against my now dripping pussey with one hand whilst the other flew from one nipple to the other, tweaking them up to attention as I felt an approaching spend begin its journey. Ronald must have sensed it too for he licked even harder at my clitty and his finger sped even faster out of my dripping slit and this fabulous pressure kept me at the highest pitch of ecstasy for what seemed to be a blissfully long time. He was a natural cunney sucker who clearly enjoyed eating pussey and I am sure that his devotion to this art-so shamefully neglected in this country although not, I am assured, by our American cousins- will always assure Ronald of an inexhaustible supply of women ready and willing to be fucked.

Indeed when my climax juddered through my body, satisfying though it was, I was still more than keen to continue. 'I pulled him upwards over me and his thick stiff cock now was hovering between my thighs. But to his everlasting credit, Ronald somehow dragged himself from the point of no return and whispered: “Are you certain you want me to carry on, my darling? Say now if you want me to stop because I can scarcely hold back as it is and in a few seconds it will be too late. But if I do continue, I'll be careful not to come inside you.” '“Yes, I want you to fuck me, Ronald,” I replied softly. “It will soon be my time of the month, tomorrow or probably the day after so you can shoot off in my pussey. Besides, I want to feel you come inside me.” 'I laid my head back and relaxed as I watched Ronald take his cockshaft in his hand and gently insert the tip of his tool in my cunney. He pushed it in so slowly that I could feel the ridge of his cock scrape past the folds of my inner channel. Ronald felt so big inside me as my cunney muscles gripped his cock, the first penis ever to have passed through the lips of my love-channel. He pulled back almost as slowly as he had entered my virgin hole and then pushed in and out again at a slightly quicker pace. 'He looked up at me enquiringly: “I am not hurting you?” he asked anxiously. There was a slight discomfort at the very commencement of my debut fuck but that very soon passed. This was doubtless due to the solitary frigging I had practised at school and perhaps too to the bouncing up and down on the saddle of my pony. Oh, do not look so shocked-do you think that only boys know how to play with themselves? But for whatever reason, I experienced no pain as Ronald's proud prick rammed in and out faster and faster and deeper and deeper inside my suppurating cavity. He now began to pump into me with great swinging thrusts as I raised my pelvis to allow him to clutch my cheeks of my pert little backside. We fucked away like a couple possessed and my body squirmed with joy as I came again and again as Ronald's cock slammed in and out of my saturated cunt. Ronald, too, was now reaching the point of no return and I could feel his prick throb inside me as his hairy ballsack banged against my thighs which were now wet with my virgin spendings of love juice and a tiny amount of blood. As he shuddered to a crashing climax, I felt a rush of liquid fire coat the back of my grotto as spasm after spasm of jism shot into my very vitals and I achieved a further spend as wave after wave of pure, unadulterated enchantment enveloped me from head to toe. 'He raised himself on his hands and knees and withdrew his cock which squelched out, still almost as stiff as when he started to fuck me, but covered now with a mix of our Jove juices which was tinged with the claret of my virgin emission. I must have appeared concerned for Ronald smiled and said: “Do not be concerned, the next time there will be no blood, I can promise you.” He reached down to the floor and brought out a handkerchief from his trousers with which he tenderly wiped my pussey and his own cock clean. He put the handkerchief back into his pocket and said that he would treasure the ensanguined linen as a loving remembrance of how I had so gallantly surrendered my virginity to him.

'“Ah, that was a magnificent fuck. Yet I fear that all is not well for, unless I am much mistaken, I thought I noticed a frown of disappointment flicker across your face?” he asked as I turned my head slightly to one side. '“No Ronald,” I replied truthfully. “I thoroughly enjoyed making love with you. If there is any disappointment it is only because we have finished so soon and I am still feeling randy!” '“Is that all, dearest?” he exclaimed delightedly. “Oh, but this is a situation easily rectified.” He took my hand and cupped my fingers halfway round his sticky pole. “Just rub my cock up and down and watch it swell up ready to fuck you again.” 'This turned out to be no idle boast for it took only a few moments of frigging before he raised himself above me and this time he let me guide his knob between the squishy lips of my infatuated pussey. Once he was settled inside my welcoming quim he needed no further urging and I eagerly lifted my hips to salute his thrusting tool. His cock was very thick and I was in heaven as he pumped his throbbing prick to and fro and he played with my breasts, tweaking my titties as they bounced back and forth, moving in perfect rhythm with the movements of his cock. My cunney was still soaking with Ronald's jism and my own love juices but it was still gloriously tight and when he increased the tempo, slamming the entire length of his shaft inside me, I thought I might expire with happiness. Oh, how the fiery currents surged through my pussey and crackled their way through every inch of my frame. In no time at all I was twisting and rolling around like a crazed animal and I shouted out: 'Tuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” in sheer uninhibited lust. '“Shush, shush, my precious, you'll wake up the whole house,” he breathed as he reamed the furthest niches of my cunney with his rampant rod. Our mouths melded together in a luscious French kiss and as we wiggled our tongues wetly in each other's mouths, he jetted his powerful emission of hot, creamy spunk just as I too reached the dazzling peaks of a truly magnificent spend.

'Well, that is the story of my first experience of the joys of love-making. As you can imagine we continued to fuck until Ronald simply had no more strength. I sucked his cock back to erection three times more that night before we crept back to our beds just as the first rays of the sun began to break through the darkness of the night sky.' Here Diana ended her tale and after giving me a grateful nod of thanks she drank deeply from the glass of lemonade which I had poured out for her. 'Did you see him again?' I asked, wriggling wound to try to accommodate my bursting cock which had naturally stiffened up to full erection whilst I listened to the stimulating story of Diana's sexual awakening. 'We did manage one more night of bliss. Alas, there were to be no other opportunities for us to indulge ourselves in any further fucking as Ronald and my brother had arranged to spend time with Professor Aspis, one of the world's leading authorities on bats, who was playing with our friends the Grove-Radletts, who live on the Kentish coast near Heme Bay.'

'Bats?' I echoed in astonishment. 'For God's sake, what's so interesting about bats?' 'Not a great deal as far as I am concerned, but Professor Aspis is paying the boys ten pounds each to assist him in catching a certain kind of bat which can only be found in caves around that area. Ronald has become quite fascinated by these little creatures, which ignorant folk think are sinister and demonic.

But, as Professor Aspis has shown, they play an important part in nature and are very helpful towards us as they eat many harmful pests.

In tropical climes, there are bats which feed on fruit and many trees are entirely dependent on bats to pollinate their flowers and disperse their seeds.' 'So if it weren't for the bats shifting the seeds-'

'- there would be a lack of wild species of dates, figs, guava and others,' finished Diana. So not only had I fucked my first girl but I had also learned something of the habits of the bat-material I would make good use of when Mr. Pilcher, our science teacher, set us an essay on a subject of our choosing. But my thoughts were still centred around matters connected with human biology-namely, whether the beautiful Diana would allow me to fuck her again before we parted. I even made so bold as to ask but she shook her pretty head and said: 'No Rupert, I really don't have the time. But meet me tomorrow afternoon around half past two in the old barn next to our stables and we can enjoy ourselves again there.' Her reply brought a gleam of pleasure to my eyes but suddenly my face fell-tomorrow morning I would be playing host to my chum Frank Folkestone. 'Drat it!' I exclaimed as I spelt out my predicament to Diana. 'No, don't worry yourself-bring Frank along and I'll ask my friend Cecily Cardew to join us,' she cried. 'We'll have some real larks, I promise you, if your friend can show her a good-sized stiffstander.' My heart leaped with joy. 'I'll say he can-Prank's prick is the biggest in our dormitory. When he gets a hard-on his shaft rises so high that the tip is on the same level as his belly button.' That's something Cecily and I will really look forward to seeing- goodbye, Rupert, and thanks again for posing so patiently.

When I've finished all my work, I'll frame my study of your body and give it to you for Christmas. See you tomorrow in the old barn.'

We kissed each other fondly on the cheek and I walked home briskly to arrive just in time for tea.