The Intimate Memoirs of an Edwardian Dandy, vol.III

CHAPTER THREE. Art for Art's Sake

For the sake of brevity I will mention only briefly the events which took place between my reunion with Henry Bascombe-Thomas at the Jim Jam Club and the brisk November morning just over a fortnight later when Henry met Nancy Carrington and myself at King's Cross Station for our journey up to Albion Towers, our family's estate, which lies on the edge of the Forest of Knaresborough, some six miles or so outside Harrogate. By a supreme effort of will, I fucked Mary the maid just one more time during this period, to be precise, on the evening of my departure to Yorkshire, and that was at her insistence. I, perhaps foolishly, asked her what she would like as a small present for taking on, so cheerfully, many extra duties when my housekeeper, Mrs. Harrow, was laid low with a nasty bout of influenza. Otherwise, I had no further erotic adventures of note, except of course those which took place during the wild evening enjoyed with Nancy Carrington which I had arranged, as mentioned earlier in this narrative, when I reciprocated her Invitation for the wonderful luncheon party and the splendid orgy with Countess Marussia of Samarkand. Nancy came over to dine with myself and my cousin, Michael Reynolds, a lusty young medical student though unfortunately his current amour, the pretty little Sheila de Souza who I also earlier mentioned en passant, was at the last minute prevented from joining us by the onset of the same indisposition which had affected Mrs. Harrow. However, Lady Knuckleberry, my next door neighbour, returned to town that very afternoon from a few days at Sir Michael Bailey's country house in West Sussex, and very kindly agreed to make up the numbers at my dinner party. Furthermore, she turned out to be a willing participant when later in the evening Nancy suggested a game of 'Blind Man's Cock' in which Edwards and Mary were also invited to take part, and she thoroughly enjoyed her reward of being fucked by both Michael Reynolds and Edwards as I tongued Nancy's hairy cunt whilst Mary sucked my rampant prick. Naturally, on the day of our journey up North, Nancy accepted my offer of transport to King's Cross and so as not to risk being late because of an absence of taxis, I ordered a Prestoncrest chauffeur and motor car for the short journey to the station. We were in good time to meet Henry who had already arrived from his new apartment in Philimore Gardens, Kensington. I introduced my old friend to Nancy Carrington, saying that I hoped they would both wish to buy Diana Wigmore's works and bid against each other in auction. I spoke only half in jest as Diana did need a substantial sum to continue living in France because her parents wanted her to come home and meet more suitable young men than she was mixing with on the Left Bank in Paris. Whilst our luggage was being loaded onto the tram, I was curious to see Henry walk over to the station bookstall and whisper a few words as he passed over some coins to a sales assistant, who then reached down under the counter and gave Henry a large sealed brown envelope in which I assumed was a magazine which he slipped under his arm. I said nothing at the time but as soon as we were settled in our first-class compartment-and to our great satisfaction we were not burdened by the company of other passengers – I asked Henry what publication he had bought at King's Cross to read on the journey. 'Oh, just something light to while away the time,' he said carelessly, as, spot on time, the locomotive pulling our train hissed loudly and began to slowly chug its way out of the station. Henry did not further enlighten me as to the nature of his purchase but neatly changed the subject saying, 'I've brought some writing paper with me if either of you wish to catch up on any correspondence. After all, even though this service runs non-stop to Leeds, we still have nearly three hours to kill until we change trains there.' 'Thank you, but I can think of better things to do in a railway carriage, Mr. Bascombe-Thomas,' said Nancy saucily, putting her hand on Henry's knee. I queried her statement and asked, 'Better things to do? Such as what?' 'Fucking, of course, you silly boy,' she said brightly. 'Especially during the day, I don't think that a railway carriage can be beaten when it comes to finding a suitable place to indulge oneself.' Henry looked at her blankly at first and then his lips broadened out slowly into a lascivious smile. 'Really, Miss Carrington? I don't think I have ever had the pleasure of testing your interesting hypothesis although I can well imagine the excitement of bucking one's hips in rhythm with the clickity clack of the wheels passing over the rails. Yes, the words of Thomas Grey come to mind, “No speed with this, can fleetest horse compare,/No weight like this, canal or Vessel bear.” 'And I recall reading a thrilling little tale in The Oys-, ah, a magazine to which I subscribe, about a young couple making love on the London-Manchester express. The boy came at Crewe, the girl climaxed at Stoke and they both spent together at Rugby and Watford.' 'They were fortunate not to have been interrupted,' I commented. Henry nodded his head. They were fortunate indeed,' he agreed with a smile.

'But the ticket collector was a good sport and a sovereign bought his compliance to wait until the train was approaching Euston before inspecting their tickets and the ripe, nubile nakedness of the girl concerned.' 'Have you ever fucked a nice juicy pussey on a train, Rupert?' asked Nancy, and I was forced to admit that this was a pleasure I had yet to experience. But I added, 'Mind you, I'll never forget a fine time I had on a train with a randy girl when I was in my last term at St Lionel's.' 'Did you, Rupert?' said Henry, raising his eyebrows. 'I don't recall your ever mentioning it to me.' 'I didn't tell anybody, not even Frank Folkestone who had shared my study for the previous two years. You see, the girl concerned was the daughter of an employee of the school and I was concerned about her reputation as well as the fact that if news of the incident had reached the bursar's ears, he might have dismissed her father.'

Nancy's eyes shone with emotion as she moved up closer to me on the seat and said, That did you great credit, Rupert, and shows that even in your youth you acted like a true English gentleman. However, four years have now passed and perhaps now you feel able to reveal exactly what occurred.' I thought for a moment and then said, 'Yes, I see no reason why I should keep the secret any longer.

'It happened when the First Eleven went to Winchester to play cricket. Normally, I would never have been in the side for I am no great lover of the game and have never been more than average with either bat or ball. But a couple of chaps had to cry off for one reason or another and I found myself included as twelfth man. I could have declined the invitation but being the reserve was no hardship as I didn't really want a game and on a fine day there are many worse things to do than watch your friends running around from the comfort of a deckchair with a glass of iced lemonade in one hand and a good book in the other. 'Well, one of my few duties consisted of bringing on a tray of cold drinks to the team during a short break in play whilst we were out in the field. I managed to perform this hardly onerous chore but walking back briskly to the pavilion, I caught my right foot in a small pothole and severely wrenched it. I was in great pain and at first it was thought I might have broken a bone. However, although the foot ballooned out, the pain slowly subsided, but the Winchester matron advised me to keep my foot from the ground for as long as possible. The match ended quite early as for some reason St Lionel's has never had a good cricket side since the old days of James St John thirty years ago. We were skittled out for only eighty-three runs and Mr. Dexter, the master in charge of our party, decided that the team could catch the five forty-five train back to Chichester. “It might be a good idea for you to stay and take a later train, Mountjoy,” he suggested, and the Winchester chaps made me most welcome, carrying me into the sixth form common-room and standing me a slap-up high tea. 'By seven o'clock, the swelling on my foot was going down and the bruise was beginning to come out. As it was unlikely that I had inflicted any lasting damage, I decided to ask for a lift to the station and catch the seven twenty train. Mr. Dexter had left me some cash with a train ticket so in the unlikely event of there being no taxis at Chichester, I could always telephone the school and ask for a cart to be sent for me. 'I was given a walking stick and driven to Winchester station in the school porter's pony and trap and I managed to hobble on to the train without too much difficulty. The carriage was empty except for a girl whose pretty face I vaguely recognised sitting in the “ladies only” compartment of the carriage reading a newspaper and I placed myself out of her field of vision as one of the Winchester chaps had passed me a copy of Cremorne Gardens and I was dying to read this horny book.' I turned my head to look at Nancy, who was now snuggled up beside me with her hand on my thigh, and continued, 'No-one else entered the carriage at Winchester nor at the first few stations. Then the train slowed to a halt in die middle of nowhere and the guard came through to tell us that we would be delayed twenty minutes because of a buckled rail further down the line. Well, this was the ideal opportunity to take out my book and I avidly read the saucy tale about the randy romps of Penny and Katie, the two pretty daughters of Sir Paul and Lady Arkley.

Their naughty escapades with the gardener's boy soon made my prick swell up though I made no effort to hide the bulge in my lap which pushed hard against the material of my flannels. Idly, my fingers strayed down to caress my cock but I was rudely shaken out of my erotic reverie by the sound of a muffled girlish giggle. I looked up and to my horror saw that the girl I had seen sitting in the far corner of the carriage had, unnoticed by me, moved out of her compartment and moved into mine via the corridor. 'As you may well imagine, I gasped with embarrassment and my cheeks flamed bright red as I crossed my legs in a vain attempt to hide my tumescent crotch. Then I foolishly tried to blurt out an apology but I struggled hard to find the right words. After all, I could hardly say, “Please pardon my prick,” and just continue reading as if nothing had happened. But as it turned out I was in luck, for the attractive young miss burst out laughing and said, “Please don't apologise, for that's not the first time I've seen a man with his shaft straining to be freed from his trousers. Anyway, it was rude of me to disturb you when you were so engrossed in your book. May I see what you were reading?

I'm sure that it must be a jollier read than the newspaper I bought at Winchester Station.” 'She stretched out her hand to take the book in question which I was weakly holding over my cock which was still sticking up in my lap. “Gosh, this really is hot stuff!” she said, as she flicked through the pages. “Where did you get it from, Rupert? I suppose you'll give it to Frank Folkestone or Prince Salman when you've finished it because I'll bet that Cremorne Gardens can't be found in the library at St Lionel's! However, you never know, perhaps Dr Keeleigh keeps his own private copy under lock and key in the headmaster's study, away from the prying eyes of his scholars.” '“I somehow doubt it,” I replied, now feeling more at ease despite being quite perplexed by her knowledge of my name and of my school. “But you seem to know a great deal about me, even though we've never met. And I'm certain we haven't met, by the way, as I would certainly have remembered such a pretty face as yours if I had ever been honoured by the pleasure of an introduction to you.” 'She brushed back a lock of golden blonde hair which had fallen over her face and two charming dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth as she smiled and said, “Thank you for the compliment, kind sir. Well, it's true that we haven't exactly been formally introduced but surely you must have noticed me walking around the school playing fields whilst you were practising at the nets.” '“The playing fields?” I repeated, for I was puzzled by her remark. “No, I can't say that I have ever seen you there, but then I'm not a frequent visitor there as frankly, I'm not all that keen on games. If you are to be found walking nearby, though, I'll change my ways immediately and go to cricket practice every evening. But in return do please tell me how you seem to know all about me.” This made her laugh and she said, “You are such a smooth talker, Rupert Mountjoy! Well, I'll give you a big clue which should solve the mystery for you. My name is Pauline Hollingsworth. There now, doesn't that information help everything fall into place for you?” '“Hollingsworth, did you say?” I ruminated and then the penny dropped. “Oh, then you must be one of old Mr. Holtingsworth's daughters.” 'She clapped her hands to applaud my deduction. “Absolutely right, Rupert, my father, old Mr.

Hollingsworth as you call him, has been the head groundsman at St Lionel's for the past twelve years and my mother is one of the school cooks. My sisters and I grew up here but now we've all left home. My two sisters are in service near Brighton at Lord and Lady Newman's and I won a scholarship to study at the Chelsea School of Art in London.

But I do come back to St Lionel's occasionally and I've heard an awful lot about you and your friends from my friend Melanie the laundrymaid.” 'I had the grace to blush but Pauline stroked my arm and then let her hand fall to my thigh. “Do you know what Melanie and the other servant girls told me about you, Frank Folkestone and Prince Salman? They said that Frank was hung like a horse, Prince Salman's prick had no foreskin and slipped in very easily-but they judged that out of the three of you, Rupert, you were the best fuck, instinctively knowing how to excite a girl with your tongue and fingers as well as your big cock. '“I'd love to find out for myself whether they were right,” she murmured, letting her hand slide across my lap and squeeze my still semi-erect shaft, before beginning to deftly unbutton my flies. 'I could hardly believe my ears and my whole body began to shake with barely suppressed excitement. I tried to speak but the words just refused to come out as Pauline moved her head closer to mine and whispered, “Now then, Rupert Mountjoy, let me look at the evidence for myself,” as she now unbuckled my belt and I lifted my bottom off the seat to allow Pauline to pull down my white flannels. She plunged her fingers inside my undershorts and I let out a little gasp as her warm, soft hand grasped my now rigid tadger and I raised my hips a second time to let my drawers join my trousers around my ankles and to leave my cock and balls in a proud state of nudity.

'Just then there was a loud whistle from the engine, the train lurched forward and we slowly began to move along through the thankfully deserted countryside. “Blast, there won't be time for a fuck but that looks like a splendid meaty cock-and what a large ballsack you have for a boy of your age. Oh, Rupert, I must draw out some spunk and see how spicy your spunk tastes!” I looked at her glassily, not believing I could have heard her uninhibited remark correctly, but without further ado she took a firm grip around my pulsating prick and bending down, swirled her tongue around my bulbous purple knob. She sucked lustily, noisily gobbling upon my throbbing tool which twitched and bucked in her mouth as her moist pink tongue travelled up and down the length of my pulsing shaft. This delicious stimulation soon brought me to the brink of a spend and then with an immense shudder, my creamy emission gushed out of my cock and flowed down her throat. Pauline skilfully sucked up the last drops of sperm and then she fell away from me, licking her rich, full lips with evident enjoyment. “Mmm, that was quite delicious,” she commented, as she recovered her senses. “Your jism isn't as salty as my boy friend's or that of Dr Brooke, my college lecturer.” '“Your college lecturer?” I said in surprise, as I pulled up my drawers and trousers and began buttoning myself up. '“All the girls in my class have sucked his prick at one time or another-and none of us ever fails to gain passes on his courses!” she replied, as the train picked up speed and we rattled along towards our destination. Of course, I would have preferred to fuck the sweet girl but as she had rightly remarked, there would not have been adequate time as the driver did his best to make up for the lost time and the only thing worse than a hurried fuck is no fuck at all! 'Anyway, we were only ten minutes late in reaching Chichester and we commandeered a hansom to take us back to St Lionel's. But Pauline only stayed a brief while with her parents before going off again to London and I have never seen her since that glorious afternoon.' I closed my eyes and sighed as I recalled that blissful journey and my mind had been so filled with the pleasant remembrance of this lively interlude that I had not noticed how my saucy anecdote had affected Nancy, who had raised her skirt, pulled down her knickers and was busy frigging herself by gently rubbing her fingers against the lips of her moistening cunney. Leaking back on this scenario, I am certain that it was not only my graphic storytelling which made the lovely lass feel so randy, but also the gentle rocking of the carriage which many ladies have confessed to me makes them highly conducive to voluptuous ideas. 'Let's re-enact Rupert's lascivious story,' suggested Henry, whose stiff cock had formed a Himalayan peak in the elegant new trousers he had picked up from Mr. Rabinowitz's workshop only the night before. 'A splendid idea,' Nancy enthused, ceasing her frigging to begin unbuttoning her blouse. 'Rupert, be a dear and lock the door, please.' I stood up and performed this simple favour whilst my fellow travellers started to tear off their clothes in an ever increasing frenzy. When they were naked, Nancy and Henry moved into a passionate clinch and they fell back upon the seat with Nancy's soft hands smoothing over his slim body, sending my friend into a rapture of sensual delight. Then moving quickly, she scrambled over him and bent her head down to engage his lips in a burning kiss. They moved their thighs together until their pubic muffs rubbed roughly against each other as they now rolled over into the more usual position with Nancy flat on her back and Henry between her parted legs, his slightly tanned body fairly trembling with excitement. I could see Henry's thick, hard shaft throbbing with a powerful intensity as his circumcised cock probed the entrance to her exquisite loveslit and I aided the lewd pair by taking Henry's cock between my fingers and guiding his helmet between Nancy's pouting cunney lips. They cried out their joint thanks as his pulsing boner slid home, massaging her ditty as he embedded his proud prick inside the juicy love channel which so lovingly welcomed it. Watching this storm of passion sent my own cock sky high and for the sake of comfort I was forced to unbutton my trousers and bring out my swollen shaft which stood stiffly to attention as I watched Henry's prick slew in and out of Nancy's sopping cunt. My trusty right hand flew to my cock and began frigging as Henry arched his back upwards and then crashed down upon Nancy's soft curves. We all came together and the wonderful feeling shuddered through every pore as I pumped spurt after spurt of sticky spunk over the entwined lovers, who were writhing in their own paroxyms of pleasure. Alas, as I coated the couple with sperm, Henry turned his head towards me and received a great glob of jism in his left eye which brought the proceedings to a somewhat inglorious end and after wiping ourselves down with a towel from my travelling case, we dressed ourselves and I unlocked the door of the compartment. It was just as well that we did not continue this frenetic frolic, because within only a few minutes an inspector appeared to clip our tickets and to announce that luncheon would shortly be served in the restaurant car. We trooped in to the dining car and I should mention that I was agreeably surprised by the quality of our luncheon which consisted of an excellent clear soup, after which came a generous slice of turbot with anchovy sauce, followed by a main offering of tender duckling with new potatoes and green peas.

The dessert of a gooseberry tart and cream was also first class, as was the Stilton cheese with which we concluded the meal. The service was cheerful and attentive and I was impressed with the care which had been taken to ensure that the silver service really sparkled in the sunlight which was surprisingly strong for a late autumnal day. All in all we thought the luncheon very good value even at the relatively high price of four shillings and sixpence. As I had paid for the bottle of Chardonnay we drank with our food, Henry insisted on paying for our meal and he was thanked effusively for the handsome gratuity by the two waiters. After coffee, we sauntered back to our compartment and Nancy said to me with genuine regret in her voice, 'I'm dreadfully sorry, Rupert, but would you mind waiting till this evening when perhaps we can make love before dinner? I know how frustrated you must feel after seeing Henry fuck me just now but frankly, I'm feeling so tired after that delicious lunch that I'd rather close my eyes for half an hour or so.' 'Please don't give it another thought,' I replied truthfully. 'I'd also appreciate forty winks and I'm pretty sure that Henry will be pleased to follow suit.'

'I will indeed,' said Henry, taking off his jacket and settling himself down for a nice little nap. 'Wake me up when we get near Leeds.' In less than five minutes both my companions were fast asleep, worn out too, no doubt, by their brief but intense bout of pre-prandial fucking. Although I was also feeling tired I was not actually sleepy so I decided to read for a while. Then on the seat next to Henry, my eye caught sight of the mysterious brown envelope which had been passed to him at the King's Cross bookstall. The flap was open so I carefully pulled the envelope towards me and took out the magazine which had been stuffed inside. My face crinkled into a broad smile as I saw that Henry had bought a copy of The Latest Letters and Verses of Jenny Everleigh. I eagerly thumbed through the pages, as the Everleigh horn books were highly prized both at St Lionel's and at Oxford University where even second-hand copies were sold for as much as two shillings each. It took a minute to two to fully appreciate the following verse: Come Teddy dear, lay your body down Upon your lover's naked belly white, Now raptures soon shall our embraces crown; This is the path to sheer delight. I know the lessons I have learned from you, Sweet teachings in the flowery path of love, Sure I'll remember all I must do, When I am under and you are above!

Each day upon my cunt your burning kisses fall, Each movement of your tongue gives me such bliss, Till no longer for your cock I can forbear to call! And at this point I rumbled that this poem was a clever if rude acrostic and possibly written-as Jenny had certainly been fucked by His Gracious Majesty King Edward VII during his wild years as Prince of Wales-for the King.

My suspicions were confirmed on the very next page on which was printed a love letter from Jenny to A-E-, surely Prince Albert Edward himself. As we were soon to meet the great man, I read this epistle to him with especial interest… My Dearest, If your duties allow you, come round to my Aunt Portia's house, number sixty-nine. Exhibition Road (a felicitous address in the circumstances, don't you think?) around midday on Thursday and I'll suck your noble prick whilst you are bringing me off with your tongue and then you'll fuck me with your big cock all afternoon! How I missed you last night at the soiree Lady Linda Brighton gave for Signor Marchiano, the new Italian ambassador. Not only was I bored but I had to fend off the unwanted attentions of Sir Oswald Holland and his friend Colonel Grahame-even the amusing charms of Dr Jonathan Letchmore who rescued me from the randy pair could not fill the void in my heart. What would I give to have your hands freely roaming across my nude body as they did that night after Lord Zane's ball! But I shall have to make do with my imagination and the beautiful dildo made by Monsieur Tihanyi, fashioned upon your own royal measurements.

I am sitting on my bed quite naked and I am looking in the mirror at the silky blonde pussey hair which curls around my crack. Now I am moving my hands slowly across my breasts, cupping the firm globes and rolling my palms over the upright red stalky nipples which have risen up to greet them. Darling, I am whispering your name softly as I close my eyes and slowly slip one hand downwards to rub my fingers against my pouting cunney lips. With the other I am fondling my breasts and, aaah, my fingertip has just entered my love channel but how much nicer it would be if it were you who was parting the soft folds of skin. My hands are now busy, forming circles over my aroused ditty, pressing my blonde bush until I can feel the thrilling flow of an approaching spend. Now my left thumb is slipping inside my moist slit, though it is a poor substitute for your majestic member, and I am pushing two fingers in my cunney to make it nice and wet. It is time now to grasp hold of your gift of the finely crafted comforter based exactly upon your noble stiffstander. Aaah, I am slowly nudging the helmet between my separated cunney lips and in the mirror I can see to the very depths inside my damp, tight honeypot. Yet as I push this ivory cock further inside my pussey, I can only think of how you dipped your prick into me gently at first and then moved harder and faster just as I am now moving my comforter, rubbing it across my erect little clitty which now throbs and tingles and my cuntal juices are already dripping out onto the sheet. I'm lifting my titties and pressing my breasts together so I can lick my hard little nips and now I'm fucking myself with the dildo at great speed… Oh! Oh! Oh! I am coming! Yes! I'm there! Aaah! Aaah! A-h-r-e! Oooh, that was nice, very nice and I'm licking the creamy cum from the dildo which I am pretending is your live, quivering cock… I won't pretend I didn't enjoy this frigging, but believe me, my dearest, nothing in the world can compare with making love to you, lying back on rumpled sheets with a soft pillow underneath my head and being thrilled to the core by the voluptuous sensations aroused by your gorgeous thick cock reaming out my juicy cunney. Unless I hear otherwise, I will expect to see you on Thursday. I am feeling so randy that I shall make you forgo your usual lobster salad at lunchtime and feed you half a dozen oysters instead! All my love, jenny Naturally, reading this racy narrative made my cock rise up again but I resisted the temptation to pull out my prick and administer manual relief to my swollen shaft by a quick five knuckle shuffle because I knew that a great deal of serious fucking awaited us all later this evening and in all probability during the next few days. So I closed my eyes and soon I joined Nancy and Henry in the Land of Nod but we woke up well in time to collect our possessions and alight at Leeds where porters took off our luggage and guided us to the platform where the local Harrogate line train had just arrived. There was only a brief wait of about ten minutes before we were on our way again and in half an hour we had arrived at our destination of Knaresborough.

At the station, Crabtree, our chauffeur, was waiting for us with my father's large Lanchester motor car and old Goldhill was also on hand to meet the party and to supervise the loading of our luggage into one of the estate's carts, with the aid of Frederick, a handsome young footman. I could see that Frederick's powerful physique, shown as he heaved the cases into the cart, had caught Nancy's attention.

On our way to Albion Towers, the seat of the Mountjoys since the sixteenth century, we passed through the high road via Starbeck and, like the American cinematographer Frederick Nolan, my guests marvelled at the superb view of the luxuriant woods, the venerable cottages, the ruined castle and the old church which make up a superb vista.

Diana Wigmore is one of many artists who have brought out their easels and painted scenes of Knaresborough from the Castle Hill,' I commented, as we trundled down the hill towards the sleepy village of Wharton. 'If we have time, I'll gladly show you round what's left of the castle which has an interesting history. It was to here that the knights fled after murdering Archbishop Becket, and John of Gaunt is believed to have built the Keep. Incidentally, given half a chance, my father will show you the secret passage he discovered twenty years ago leading from the castle yard to the moat.' 'Such a pity it was demolished,' said Nancy sadly. 'When did that happen?' In the seventeenth century, during the Civil War when it was in the hands of the Cavaliers, until Fairfax successfully besieged it after the battle of Marston Moor. Four years later it was reduced to ruins by the Roundheads,' I informed her, and Nancy murmured, 'My, that would be ancient history as far as New Yorkers are concerned.' 'Oh, but part of the Parish Church goes back to the twelfth century, the nave to the fifteenth and the tower was built in 1774, just before your Declaration of Independence,' I added, which impressed Nancy even more. Henry, who had stayed with me several times and knew Knaresborough well, chipped in, 'I'll escort you to the Church one morning if we have time, Nancy. Even an atheist like myself can appreciate the naive beauty of the two full length paintings on wood of Moses and Aaron in the vestry which date from around the middle of the fifteenth century.' 'I may well take up your offer,' mused Nancy thoughtfully, as Crabtree swung into our drive for the half mile run up to our house. My father, Colonel Harold Elton Fortescue Mountjoy, late of the Sixth Bengal Lancers, was standing by the front steps waiting to greet us. 'Hello everyone, welcome to Albion Towers. Ah, it's Bascombe-Thomas, good to see you again, young man,' he boomed, shaking hands with Henry as we climbed out of the car. 'Now Rupert, you must introduce me to this charming girl who hails from America, does she not?' 'Yes, Father, this is Miss Nancy Carrington of Fifth Avenue, New York City, Nancy, this is Colonel Mountjoy, my father.' 'A pleasure to meet you, my dear young lady. Ah, here comes my wife who has been busying herself all morning with some dashed political meeting about votes for women. Well, being an American, at least you can't be a blooming suffragette, Miss Carrington,' sighed my father, who, though a decent old stick, was still in many ways a crusty old buffer and was genuinely astonished by the 'wild women' who had the temerity to demand equal rights and even more puzzled when two years ago my mother announced that she had joined Mrs. Pankhurst's Women's Social and Political Organisation and would be actively canvassing on its behalf around the county.

'No, I don't need to be; in my country women have already secured the vote,' said Nancy, a smile playing around her lips. 'But I must warn you, Colonel Mountjoy, that the British suffragettes have my total support and I did in fact join their march to Trafalgar Square last September.' 'Oh Lord,' he groaned, though in fact he was not that put out by Nancy's declaration of support for my mother's cause, for despite his innate conservatism, if pressed by my mother, my father was forced to admit that there was no logical reason to bar women from having their say as to how the country should be run.

The stones crunched under my feet as I walked across to meet Mama who embraced me warmly and I introduced Nancy to her. 'How nice to meet you, Miss Carrington. And I'm so pleased that I have a further ally to support me if the subject of female suffrage comes up in conversation. Although my husband would not gainsay me in company, his support is at best lukewarm and I have had to rely solely upon Rupert to back me up when reactionaries like our vicar, Reverend Forsyth and Mr. Archer, the squire of Wharton, insist on arguing against me on the grounds that women are inherently inferior to men.' How perfectly ridiculous, but then can one really expect more from the stupid sex?' said Nancy, which caused Henry to protest, 'I say, steady on Nancy.

There are plenty of men who back the idea of sexual equality. Rupert and I do, for a start and there are many more besides.' 'Yes, I suppose we mustn't tar you all with the same brush, though it would be hard indeed to find more silly fools than Messrs Archer and Forsyth,' said my mater with a little chuckle. 'But don't let's stand here, come inside the house and have some tea. Don't worry about your luggage. I have left instructions with Polly so that when Goldhill and Frederick arrive they will know into which rooms they should put the various suitcases.' 'Polly, did you say, Mama? But isn't she just a scullery maid? What's happened to Sally?' I asked anxiously, for though I had fucked both girls, I was especially fond of Sally Tomlinson whose ripe, generous curves were admired by a great many male visitors to Albion Towers from our local medical practitioner Doctor Attenborough to my Uncle Algy (Lord Trippett) who always gave the girl a five pound note for services rendered during his frequent stays with us. 'Sally Tomlinson left us after announcing her engagement to Farmer Harrington's youngest son, Edmund, whom she met whilst he was on leave from his ship,' explained my mother patiently.

T)o you remember Edmund, dear? He joined the merchant navy after deciding that the agricultural life was too staid for his taste,' explained my mother. 'So Sally is staying with her parents in Ripley until his next leave early next month when the marriage ceremony will take place.' 'Gosh, that's a step up the social scale for her, isn't it?' I remarked mischievously. 'Though I don't suppose the Harringtons were exactly overjoyed at the match. Good luck to her, she's a sprightly girl and I'm sure she'll be able to cope with her new position as a naval officer's wife. So meanwhile, I presume that Polly has been promoted to the exalted rank of parlour maid.' As we walked through into the hall my father looked at me through narrowed eyes and muttered, 'I didn't realise how interested you were in the running of the household, my lad. Mmph, I think it's just as well Sally's left Albion Towers or both you and she might have found yourselves in a spot of bother.' 'I'm sure I don't know what you mean, father,' I said innocently, but the pater waved away my protestations. 'Don't give me any of that nonsense,' he growled angrily as we followed the others into the drawing room. 'I'm damned sure your Uncle Algy was poking her and I wouldn't put it past you ignoring my advice to keep your hands off the servants.' Wisely, I did not attempt a denial and was careful not to appear to be over familiar with Polly, the pert girl who now proudly wore a smart housemaid's uniform instead of the drab clothes of a scullery maid. I answered Polly politely when she said, 'Good-afternoon, Mister Rupert, I hope you are keeping well.' However, despite my vow to heed my father's warning about the perils of being too intimate with the servants, I simply could not resist pinching her luscious bottom as she brushed past me carrying a tray of sandwiches. She gave a tiny squeal but thankfully held on to her tray which she offered to Nancy Carrington. When she came to me, she leaned forward and though her loose black uniform prevented a look at her firm breasts, she winked at me and whispered, 'Wait till after dinner, you naughty boy, I'll come up to your room at eleven o'clock.' There was no opportunity to speak further with Polly so I nodded briefly although I was now in the happy position of having, if anything, an over-abundance of girls laying claim to my cock during these few days at home. Even as I mulled over the situation, my father informed me that Diana Wigmore and her parents would be dining with us tonight. There was also Nancy Carrington to consider, of course, who during the train journey had already extended an invitation to share her bed later in the day and now Polly Aysgarth had as good as demanded to be fucked after dinner!

Then, would you believe it, Goldhill entered the room, and, after announcing that our luggage was all safely in our bedrooms and was being unpacked by Polly and Alison, another new addition to our household who I had not yet seen, our faithful old retainer turned to me and said, 'There is a telephone call for you, sir. Miss Cecily Cardew is on the line.' Thank you, Goldhill, I'll take the call straightaway. Please excuse me, everybody,' I said as I hurried into the hall. Cecily, as readers of my first book of uncensored memoirs will recall, was Diana Wigmore's closest friend, who joyfully helped my best friend Frank Folkestone through his first ever rite-of-passage on a wonderfully sensual afternoon in the old barn near our freshly laid lawn tennis court. I picked up the telephone and said, Hello, Cecily, are you there? Rupert Mountjoy here. How are you keeping?' 'Rupert, hello, how nice to hear your voice. We haven't seen each other since Christmas, have we?' 'No, not since Diana's Old Year's Night party,' I said, and then I almost bit my tongue, for I remembered that to be absolutely exact, the last time I saw Cecily, she was kneeling on the floor of the Wigmore's dining-room (fortunately Diana's parents had decided to stay out until midnight with my folks at Albion Towers), and she was lustily sucking the veiny shaft of Reverend Campbell Armstrong, the curate of Farnham whilst being fucked doggie-style by young Brindleigh Pearce, the seventeen-year-old son of a nearby landowner, whose shining eyes and speed of spending suggested that Cecily had just taken another young man's unwanted virginity. However, my recollection did not trouble Cecily who carried on, 'Diana has told me all about what you're doing to sell her paintings. You are a good chap, Rupert, let's hope something comes out of all your efforts. And the reason I'm calling is I understand that Henry Bascombe-Thomas is staying with you at Albion Towers. Just before he went to America, Henry and I met at Maureen Waller's coming-out ball and we struck up an immediate friendship although we did not manage to seal our relationship with more than a quick good-night kiss. My parents are away until tomorrow afternoon and I wondered if there was any chance of meeting him tonight?' 'Of course you can, Cecily. Why don't you dine with us?

No, really, my parents are always pleased to see you. Anyhow, Diana and her parents are coming over this evening so you could come with them. Will you fix the arrangements with Diana? Good, I look forward to seeing you tonight and I'll tell Henry that he has a pleasant surprise in store. Au revoir till tonight.' So now there would be a fourth girl who would probably be calling for my cock as Cecily was renowned for enjoying a threesome with her close friends. However, even though I was renowned as a lusty, libidinous fellow who could wield a pulsing prick from dusk to dawn, I was very glad that I would be able to call upon Henry's sturdy stiffstander to help ensure that none of the four girls concerned would have cause to complain of a shortage of stiff cockshaft! I went back into the drawing-room, but before I could sit down Nancy said to my mother, 'Mrs. Mountjoy, would you mind if I went upstairs? I'd like to take a short rest before getting ready for dinner.' 'Of course not, my dear,' replied my mother. 'Please feel quite free to do so. Rupert, perhaps you would kindly escort Miss Carrington to her room.' 'With pleasure, Mama,' I said, little thinking that Nancy had any ulterior motive for wishing to leave the company. After all, I could hardly stay very long with her considering that my parents and Henry were downstairs and it would be very bad form for Nancy and I to be away more than a few minutes together, especially when the others knew that we were in her bedroom. Therefore I took Nancy upstairs without any trepidation that my prick might be called upon to perform. Now I have no wish to appear blase, as I've always been game for a good fuck at any time of the day or night, but I honestly wanted to conserve my strength for what I knew would be a strenuous evening ahead. On the other hand, what was I to do when as I stood at the entrance of her bedroom, Nancy bundled me inside and swiftly locked the door? It would have been most impolite to my guest to refuse her the use of my stiffening shaft which she was squeezing deliciously as our lips met in a warm, passionate embrace, especially as I could hardly tell her that she was going to be one of four girls whose cunnies would be competing for my cock in a very short space of time. In the circumstances, I felt it best to let Nature take its course and made no effort to move away as, quick as a flash, Nancy pulled off her blouse and chemise and knelt bare breasted before me as she hungrily unbuttoned my trousers. The sight of her two snow white spheres tipped with their delicious engorged nipples sent my shaft rising high and my rod was rigid when she opened her mouth and began sucking and licking my uncapped knob. Nevertheless, I felt it incumbent upon me to warn the dear girl that I could only stay with her a short while. For answer, she held my throbbing tool in both hands and washed my bell-end with her tongue. Then, filling her mouth with saliva, she plunged my prick inside her, withdrew her head back and then bobbed her head forward and backwards, forwards and backwards in a wonderfully sensual manner. Within a minute, the pressure built up in the base of my cock and with a cry I held her head as I heaved my hips forwards, filling her mouth with a fierce fountain of sticky spunk as my shaft shuddered out a copious emission of jism. Nancy sighed and pouted, 'A short but sweet sucking off like that should be the hors d'oeuvres to an entree of a jolly good stint of fucking. So I hope you won't let me down, Rupert, and you'll give me your word that after dinner my cunney will be the first to be filled by your lovely thick penis.' I looked blankly at her and she wagged her finger at me, saying, 'Oh come on, Rupert, I wasn't born yesterday, as we say in New York. I could see you had an eye for Polly, the maid who served us tea, and I'm sure your best chum Diana Wigmore will also be after her share of stiff cockshaft, won't she?' Well, what could I say to this perspicacious girl? My old headmaster, Dr Keeleigh always advised us in awkward situations 'to tell the truth and shame the devil'. So I decided. That is very possible as I haven't seen Diana for some months,' I admitted with a grin as I pushed my still wet semi-stiff prick back into my trousers. 'But on the other hand, I am a firm believer in the maxim of first come, first served so I promise upon my honour as an English gentleman that I will fuck you before anyone else tonight.' 'Anyone else?' she echoed, clapping a hand to her mouth. 'Oh, I suppose you are thinking that Polly will expect to be brought off too.' In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought, and I said, 'Yes, and in all probability, so will another young lady who you have not yet met who is also dining with us this evening.' And I then told Nancy about the telephone call from Cecily Cardew, hoping that she would not take umbrage at the situation which had now developed. 'Cecily also enjoys a gambol with other girls and I don't think Polly would object to taking part in such encounters either,' I concluded, which made Nancy smile and say, 'In that case, you had better go back downstairs, Rupert, and I'll take a rest so as to be fit for the fray. 'Just do me one small favour, Rupert, don't indulge yourself too much at dinner tonight, especially as far as alcohol is concerned, and please ask Henry to be similarly abstemious when it comes to passing the port after the ladies have left the table. Remember what the Bard of Avon had to say about drinking-it makes and mars, sets you on and takes you off, persuades and disheartens, and provokes the desire but takes away the performance!' Don't worry yourself on that score,' I assured the lovely Yankee miss. 'Henry and I would far rather get laid than get drunk,' I assured her. 'We usually dine at eight so why don't we meet in the lounge at seven o'clock for a pre-dinner drink? 'I'll have fresh apple juice which Mrs. Randall our cook always has on hand,' added hastily, as I kissed her preferred cheek and went out onto the landing where Polly passed by me carrying a pile of clean towels.

'Hello, Rupert,' she said softly, as she brushed her hip against my groin. 'Don't forget now that I'll be in your room at eleven o'clock and I might have a nice little surprise for you. But don't worry, I've already taken off my knickers and I'm looking forward to milking your thick prick all night. Just as well it's my day off tomorrow so I don't have to get up too early.' I gave the frisky girl a glassy smile before running downstairs and just as I was about to open the door of the drawing-room, old Goldhill called out to me from across the hall. 'Just one minute, sir, if you please, I must speak to you.' His tone sounded urgent so I said with slight irritation, 'What is it, Goldhill? Can't it possibly wait till later?

I'm in a bit of a hurry just now.' 'Sorry, Mister Rupert, I won't keep you long but it is a rather important matter,' said the butler, as he hurried across to me and lowered his voice. Took, sir, I think you should know that Alison, our new housemaid, celebrates her eighteenth birthday tomorrow. She has taken a great shine to you and she has told me that the nicest present of all would be being fucked by Mister Rupert whenever he has a spare hour or two. Another honeypot to be sampled! Now whilst I was flattered to be fancied by a girl who I had not yet even clapped eyes upon, the forthcoming evening was threatening to get out of control! I steeled myself to tell Goldhill that Alison would have to wait her turn when a mop of bright blonde hair appeared around the corner of the door leading to the kitchen and scullery. The owner of this tousled mass then showed her face for a couple of moments and Goldhill called out, 'Very well, Alison, I'll be with you very shortly.' All thoughts of postponing my prick's appointment with the new maid fled rapidly from my brain for Alison was quite stunningly pretty with cornflower blue eyes, a tiny nose but with generously wide red lips and I caught a glimpse of her smile which showed off two pearly white rows of teeth.

So I said to Goldhill, 'I'll try to fit Alison in after dinner tonight. Please tell her to come to my room just before midnight. But I've never even met the girl and she can only have seen me for a few moments this afternoon, so I'm rather puzzled as to why she has been so attracted to me.' The silver-haired servant scratched his head and said, 'To be truthful, sir, I didn't ask, but my guess is that her appetite has been whetted by Polly who never tires of talking in some detail about the uproarious night with you and Master Frank Folkestone some years ago when she was a mere slip of a girl.' A slow smile crept over his face and I also chuckled as I said, 'Well, she may have only been sweet sixteen but by Jove, she was far more experienced than either of us. In fact, if my memory serves me right, we first encountered Polly Aysgarth when she was bending over the scullery table with your John Thomas pressed between her luscious bum cheeks.'

'Very true, sir, Polly adores fucking although I have never had the pleasure of conjoining with her again as she is well-served by some lusty young bucks in the village. Actually, soon after the event you have just mentioned, she went down to London to serve in Lord Borehamwood's town house in Belgravia. But she did not enjoy the experience and your mother was kind enough to take her back about six months later.' 'Oh yes, of course, Mama did mention it in a letter whilst I was up in Oxford. I was surprised when I heard the news because Polly always wanted to go to London. Do you know why she came back here?' Goldhill cleared his throat and murmured, 'I understand that his lordship has somewhat strange tastes when it comes to intimate affairs. Apparently most of his loves are of the homosexualist variety, although he did occasionally take a girl to bed. But his demands were very odd- the only way he could achieve an erection was if Polly dressed up like a schoolboy and caned his bare behind. Even then, all he wanted was for her to suck him. He never fucked her all the time she was in his service.' 'What very odd behaviour,' I agreed as I pushed open the drawing-room door, 'especially when there's an eager, willing wench like Polly on hand.

Anyhow, Goldhill, don't forget to tell Alison to come for her birthday present just before midnight and she'll see that at Albion Towers we don't have such nonsense as poor Polly had to put up with in London.'

'Ah, there you are, Rupert,' said my father crossly as I entered the drawing-room. 'Your mother was about to send out a search party.'

'Sorry to have been so long but I was just giving Nancy the usual lecture on the more interesting aspects of local history,' I said, making for the whisky which stood on a silver salver on the sideboard.

'An oral lesson, eh? I wonder who was the teacher and who was the pupil,' muttered Henry, who was standing by me. 'Don't fret, Henry, you'll find out for yourself later on,' I advised him cheerfully. 'Can I offer anyone a drink?' 'No, thank you dear,' said my mother, rising to her feet. I suggest you drink only soda or you can ask Polly to bring you some more tea. We'll dine at the usual time and your father has favoured us with the best bottles in the cellar to complement Mrs. Randall's excellent cooking, haven't you, dear?' My father grunted, 'Well, I've done my best to provide something worth drinking. We'll start with champagne, and, for those who prefer to change to a non-sparkling wine for the fish course, there'll be a 1902 Pinot Blanc-I've already told Goldhill to chill half a dozen bottles in the ice-box. I'm putting out the last of the chateau bottled Beaune from Count Gewirtz's vineyards which will go splendidly with the beef and there'll be a sweet wine, of course, afterwards for the desserts. We'll serve that 1903 Chateau d'Yquem I bought last time we were in Bordeaux. 'So it would be foolish to begin imbibing heavily before dinner,' he said meaningfully with a disapproving look in my direction. I accepted the implied rebuke and splashed some plain soda into a glass as my mother said to me, 'By the way, dear, I forgot to mention that your Aunt Penelope will also be joining us for dinner. Unfortunately, as Uncle Stephen has been called to London on business, she will come alone and stay the night here. And that reminds me, I'd better make sure her bedroom is ready.'

My father looked less than ecstatic at the news and after my parents left the room, Henry said, 'Your father gave the impression that he was hardly overjoyed at the news of an extra guest, although you looked far more pleased to hear than an old aunt was dining with you.' 'Ah well, for a start. Aunt Penelope isn't old. She's a very attractive woman in her mid-forties and about ten years younger than her husband. Uncle Stephen. And she's not an aunt in the strict sense of the word. Penelope and Stephen Trelford-Neil are perhaps my parents' closest friends and I grew up with Alicia and Georgina, their twin daughters, although I haven't seen the girls since they went to Italy last year for an extended stay with Uncle Stephen's brother who is the commercial attache at our embassy in Rome. 'Aunt Penelope is a keen amateur artist and I suppose my mother thought that she would be interested to meet you and Nancy. I like her very much and I'm sure you'll also enjoy her company. My father has always admired Aunt Penelope (in fact I think he harbours naughty ideas about her) but since she has also become a keen member of the women's suffrage movement, he and Uncle Stephen tend to drown their sorrows together whilst my mother and Aunt Penelope go round the county drumming up support for votes for women.' 'She sounds a feisty lady and I look forward to meeting her,' said Henry and, after I had swallowed down my soda, we went upstairs to prepare for dinner. 'You've never mentioned your Aunt's twin daughters,' said Henry suddenly, pausing at the entrance of his bedroom. 'Have you been keeping some wicked secrets from me as far as they are concerned? Having a pretty set of twins together is one of my unfulfilled fantasies.' I laughed and said, In that case you would be even more frustrated if you ever met Alicia and Georgina. They are only nineteen years old and although not identical twins, they do look very much alike.' 'And are the two girls both attractive?' he asked. 'Absolutely ravishing, old boy, but I've never had the opportunity to progress further than a kiss under the mistletoe at Christmas parties,' I said regretfully, as it had been my ambition to bed the heavenly twins.

On this wistful note I left Henry and went to my own bedroom where the young footman, Frederick, whose duties also included basic valeting for my father and any male guests, had unpacked my cases, hung up some clothes in the wardrobe and had laid out my best evening suit which Mr. Rabinowitz made for me when I came down from Oxford.

The black barathea cloth was almost as smooth as the silk collar and lapels. It would set off the sparkling new stiff shirt and cuff links I had been given by Mama for my birthday which I would wear for the first time tonight. I ran a bath and enjoyed a luxurious soak before drying myself off in front of the mirror, feeling refreshed and pleased with life. As I passed the towel between my legs I thought of the grand festival of fucking that awaited my pleasure after dinner and I idly imagined how nice it would have been to have started the affair by being sucked off by Alicia and Georgina Trelford-Neil.

These lewd thoughts combined with the pressure of the towel on my cock caused my shaft to spring to life and in a trice it was standing rigidly to attention up against my belly. Now, perhaps I had not heard a knock on the bedroom door because of the swirling gurgle of the bath-water disappearing down the plug hole, but as I was lightly stroking my proud prick, I was startled to hear a discreet little cough from the bathroom doorway-and when I looked up to see who was there, I was only partially relieved to see that it was only Polly standing there, for whilst she would be pleased rather than scandalised to see my erect naked prick, on the other hand, I honestly wanted to conserve my strength for later. Though from the gleam in Polly's eyes, I could tell that her blood was up and it would be difficult to deny her a taste of her favourite lollipop! It was then with a resigned pleasure that I dropped the towel and stood with my legs slightly apart as Polly dropped to her knees and clasped her warm, soft fingers around my prick. She cupped my ballsack with her other hand as if weighing the contents in her palm whilst she frigged my swollen shaft. 'Do you like having me play with your cock and balls, Mister Rupert?' she whispered and all I could do was to nod my head as by now my heart was pounding and my whole body was thrilling to the sensations afforded by Polly's skilful fingers. 'Well, if that's the case, let's see what you think of this,' she said decisively and leaned right forward to take my throbbing cock and encase my knob inside her hot, wet mouth. Her darting tongue moved to and fro along my shaft and, as she sucked on her cocksweet, I felt my balls begin to swell and fill with sperm. Frenziedly, I thrust forwards and backwards between her lips and I must have transmitted my urgency to Polly because she began to suck harder and harder, letting my prick slide thickly against her tongue whilst she squeezed my balls. I groaned as a rush of creamy spunk sped along my stem and jetted out into her mouth. She gulped down as much of my jism as she could but Polly simply could not contend with the tremendous gush I produced. My copious emission dripped down her chin and onto her blouse and after finally milking my cock of the final drains of sticky sperm, she kissed my now flaccid staff, wiped the jism off her blouse and sucked her fingers clean. 'Goodness, my blouse is damp and I'm soaking wet between my legs,' she said. 'Look for yourself, I told you as you were leaving Miss Carrington's room that I've already taken off my knickers.' And she immediately proved the truth of this remark by pulling down her skirt and lifting her blouse and chemise to reveal the dark patch of pubic hair adorning her sweet little cunt. The sight of Polly's pussey coupled with thoughts of anticipation of what was scheduled to occur after dinner made my tadger tingle and it began to swell up again. Heroically, I passed up the opportunity for a quick knee-trembler, and I picked up the towel and wrapped it around my waist. 'Polly, there just isn't time to fuck you right now,' I said firmly. 'Please be a good girl and come back here around eleven o'clock. Then, as I've told you, I will have more time to pay your lovely cunney the close attention it richly deserves.' This little speech seemed to mollify Polly and she put her skirt back on, saying, 'Yes, we certainly don't want to rush things. After all, as Goldhill's already told you, you also have to keep Alison satisfied all night and she's a very passionate girl.' I hurried her to the door and when she closed it behind her I sank down upon the bed for a brief snooze. But I found it hard to sleep because I was very worried as to how I would be able to do my duty by Nancy, Polly, and Alison-as well as by Diana and Cecily who would soon be arriving downstairs!

Henry would put his trusty tool at my disposal but I reckoned that I still needed one more cock to ensure that none of the girls was disappointed by the arrangements for their entertainment. In the end, I did manage forty winks before it was time to change for dinner.

I walked downstairs at about half past seven to find Nancy and my parents already engaged in conversation with Diana's parents, Charles and Helene Wigmore. 'Good-evening, Rupert,' said Mrs. Wigmore, as I entered the drawing-room. 'How nice to see you again. Are you enjoying your sabbatical year in London?' 'I'll say he is, Helene,' interrupted Dr Wigmore with a short laugh. 'After all, he has nothing else to do with himself, has he?' 'You're just jealous, sir,' I smiled, accepting a cup of punch from Frederick who was serving my Mama's excellent recipe from a large silver bowl.

'You're quite right, Rupert, I admit it,' cried our neighbour and family medical practitioner, pointing towards Nancy. 'Especially when I'm told you have this charming young lady as your neighbour.'

'Well, Rupert and I are almost neighbours, I suppose, as we both live in Bedford Square,' said Nancy, coming over to us. 'But I'm also fortunate in having such a friendly gentleman living nearby.'

'Ah, my daughter has just come in,' said Dr Wigmore, as Diana and Cecily Cardew made their entrance. As always, the girls looked simply stunning together: the blonde Diana's cool, lissome beauty was exquisitely complemented by the equally pretty Cecily's wavy brown hair, rosy cheeks, large dark eyes and rich red lips. Dr Wigmore was about to introduce the girls to Nancy when Henry suddenly appeared, so I took on the job for him. Just as I had finished, Goldhill sonorously announced the arrival of Mrs. Trelford-Neil and this time my mother came across to perform a similar function for Aunt Penelope although, as my mother remarked, only Henry and Nancy were strangers to her. 'I dislike that word, Veronica,' said Aunt Penelope. 'As the Irish poet says, there are no strangers in the world, there are only new friends I have yet to meet.' Aunt Penelope was one of those people whom hostesses loved, for without hogging the limelight herself, she was often the life and soul of a party. She was adept at finding subjects of interest for lively conversation as well as for drawing out shy guests and ensuring that they were not left out in the cold. So, very soon, she had elicited the fact that both Henry and Nancy were in the market for paintings and she said to them, 'I suppose I should offer you a selection of my water-colours. My husband would probably faint clean away if I informed him that I'd actually sold one of my studies of Knaresborough Castle! But seriously, I paint solely for my own pleasure, whilst Diana here is a talented young professional artist who has a great future in front of her.' 'Mrs. Trelford-Neil is one of my staunchest fans,' explained Diana, who had glided gracefully towards us. 'In all fairness, I must tell you that her opinion of my work is hopelessly biased.' 'Nonsense,' Aunt Penelope declared.

'I confidently predict that your portrait of my husband will one day be hung in the Royal Academy.' Goldhill called us in to the dining-room and during the meal much of the conversation around my corner of the room revolved around twentieth-century art. I was glad to see that Nancy and Henry were obviously impressed by Diana's knowledge and enthusiasm which boded well for the time when they would cast critical eyes on her own canvases. 'I have just had a splendid idea,' Henry announced excitedly. 'Rupert, why don't you help Diana and myself organise an exhibition in London of the French impressionists-a mix, let us say, of famous fellows like Matisse, Van Gogh and Gaugin with equally talented artists who are not as well-known over in England. As Diana is based in Paris, we would have someone on the spot to choose paintings for us from the new avant-garde.' 'That's quite an undertaking,' I said doubtfully.

The cost would be considerable and it would take a great deal of time to organise.' 'Well, you're not doing very much these days,' called out my father, who had caught the drift of this conversation, 'so you've enough time to lend a hand.' 'Finance wouldn't necessarily present a problem,' said Henry. I don't believe it would cost a fortune to hire a gallery early next Spring and we would pay Rupert his travelling expenses as a nominal honorarium.' Now whilst I would stoutly defend myself against any accusation of being a Philistine regarding artistic affairs, initially the idea of spending my precious free months working on setting up an exhibition of modern paintings was hardly of great appeal. But then I realised that such a position would give me ample opportunity to visit Diana in Paris -and my trip would be paid for, in the bargain! My eyes brightened even further when Diana said, 'What a wonderful idea, Henry. I know that you and Rupert would judge potential exhibitors solely upon the quality of their work for there are several girls I know who are held back simply because their sex precludes them from being shown at the best commercial galleries.' 'Don't begin talking about downtrodden women again, Diana,' said Dr Wigmore teasingly. 'I am sure that Colonel Mountjoy agrees with me that this subject is becoming tiresome through constant repetition.' Diana smiled but my mother took the bait and bristled, 'Charles, the subject will need constant repetition. Only last week I came across a small but pertinent example of blatant sexual discrimination. You may know that Mrs. Anna Kempster, who has supervised the Yorkshire School Boards for many years, retired this year. Her co-chairman, Mr. Spencer Arbuthnot, has received an OBE in the King's Birthday Honours list, whilst Anna's name was conspicuous by its absence.' 'Actually, that's not a good example, Veronica,' said my father. 'Arbuthnot didn't get his gong for his work on the School Boards. His gift of five thousand pounds to Conservative Party funds earned him his medal.' 'How disgraceful,' remarked Cecily Cardew, who was sitting next to me but had said little during the meal. 'Such sordid horse-trading makes the list a parody of honour and an insult to those members of the community who truly merit recognition.' 'Well, whilst I can't reasonably defend the system, my dear,' my father said, 'you must admit it keeps Civil Servants happy and loyal to the government of the day and hopefully some decent chaps do get their just rewards for selfless service. As for politics, it's a dirty business but party funds need replenishing and I suppose selling baubles is as good a way as any to top up the accounts.' 'Maybe so, but it is indefensible that membership of the House of Lords should be decided by accident of birth,' said Cecily, a sentiment which earned a murmur of approval from all but my father and Dr Wigmore who shrugged their shoulders and muttered something about the need for an officer class in society.

When the ladies left the table and Frederick came in with the port and cognac, the two old codgers continued their objections to twentieth-century standards and the passing of the old ways. Henry and I listened in silence, giving each other an occasional conspiratorial wink. After all, there was little point trying to change their views, although when Dr Wigmore opined that what this country needed was 'a few people to give the orders and the rest to obey them pretty smartish!' Henry mouthed a muttered suggestion as to where Dr Wigmore should next stick his stethoscope! Anyhow, our minds were concentrated upon more immediate matters to hand and when my father suggested that we rose and joined the ladies, we took up his remark with alacrity. When we rejoined the girls, Diana said to me, 'Rupert, would you and Cecily Eke to accompany Henry, Nancy and myself to the library? Your mother has my portrait of her hanging there and has kindly agreed that I should show it to our guests.' I looked enquiringly at my mother who said, 'By all means, Rupert, and then do feel free to adjourn to the games room. Perhaps you young people might enjoy a game of billiards or table tennis whilst we old fogies sit down to a game of bridge.' We thanked Mama for her considerate thought and trouped out towards the library. But in the hallway, Cecily laid her hand on my arm and said, 'Rupert, why don't we leave Diana to show Nancy and Henry the painting by herself? They can talk amongst themselves about the pre-Raphaelites, the post-impressionists and whatever artistic gossip they choose without worrying about us.'

'What a good idea,' said Henry approvingly. 'We'll meet you later in the games-room.' 'Or if we don't find you there, Diana, Henry and I will make tracks for your bedroom and come straight in without knocking on the door,' warned Nancy jokingly, although I knew that she was totally serious about taking such a drastic course of action!

Anyhow, we agreed to split up and when the library doors closed upon the three artistic aficionados, Cecily rubbed the palm of her hand suggestively against my prick and said, 'You know, Rupert, I do believe that Nancy meant what she said about flinging open your bedroom door, so why don't we adjourn there now. That way we might actually be able to meet them in the games-room later!' I looked at my watch and saw it was almost twenty minutes to eleven and it occurred to me that not only would it be delicious to make love to this gorgeous girl but if Cecily Cardew's love channel was the first to be crammed full of my cock, this would solve a tricky problem which had been bothering me. For even though fucking Cecily first meant I would be breaking my promise to Nancy and Diana, both of them knew of each other's desire to have me fuck them, but this way, by first favouring Cecily's neutral pussey, so to speak, neither Polly nor Diana would have cause to feel any jealousy towards one another.

Perhaps I might abandon law and try my hand at diplomacy, I thought to myself as I opened the door to my bedroom for Cecily. I was swiftly shaken out of any smugness, however, because as I closed and was about to lock the door, it became apparent that someone had filched the key! Which girl had taken it? Probably Nancy, I reasoned, as I responded to Cecily's advances and kissed her on the lips, although I would not have put it past Polly to have slipped the key into her pocket when she left me just before dinner.

Unfortunately, it became obvious to Cecily that something was on my mind for she said reproachfully, 'Rupert, what's the matter with you?' 'Nothing, nothing at all,' I reassured her and swept her into my arms. But the nagging question still ran through my mind and Cecily broke away from me and began to undress until she stood naked in front of me. 'Now then, Rupert Mountjoy,' she said crossly, as she pirouetted round in a circle, 'do you like the merchandise or would you prefer to have it wrapped up and sent back to the shop?' I gazed upon her soft, white body, now totally nude and of such ravishing beauty that almost unconsciously I licked my lips in anticipation. Cecily was a real corker and when she unpinned her hair and let the silky strands fall over her shoulders onto her large breasts, I would have challenged any red-blooded man in the world not to have had his cock standing stiffly in salute. I looked down and smiled as she ran her fingers across the curly brown bush between her legs and pulled open the pouting love lips to reveal the pink chink of her cunney. 'Certainly not, I wish to make a purchase,' I croaked as she took three paces forward and helped me off with my jacket.

'You will?' she cooed happily, transferring her attentions to my fly buttons. 'I hope you won't change your mind and look elsewhere half-way through the transaction.' 'No I won't,' I panted heavily as I sat down on the bed and Cecily assisted me to remove my shoes.

Though if necessary I promise that I'll leave a deposit and come back later to complete the sale.' Within a very short space of time I was also naked and all extraneous matters like the missing key and who might come in whilst Cecily and I were enjoying our naked romp fled from my mind. Cecily opened her legs and I buried my face in the damp patch of curly cunney moss. 'Make love to my cunt, Rupert,' she whispered, and, nothing loath, I began to kiss her salivating pussey lips and started to lick her hairy crack in long lascivious swipes of my tongue. The vermilion lips parted and between them I felt her stiffened clitty which I rolled around in my mouth. 'Oooh! Oooh!

A-h-r-e!' she cried out, her body threshing from side to side as she rolled her thighs around my neck. 'Suck me off, darling, make me come with your wicked little tongue!' I sucked away at an ever-increasing speed, rolling my tongue round and round her clitty, nipping it occasionally with my teeth which made her squeal with ecstasy and I licked up Cecily's tangy love juices in great gulps as she began to spend. Her entire frame was caught up into a giant shudder and then a fine creamy emission spurted from her cunney, flooding my mouth with a salty essence, which I lapped up until she shivered into limpness as the delicious crisis melted away.

'Please fuck me now,' she breathed and naturally I was happy to fulfil her demand, moving my body upwards so our lips met as my swollen knob slipped in between the portals of her rubbery pussey lips, straight into her sopping cunt. I moved my head downwards to suck on her firm, tawny nipples which made her gasp with delight and I fucked Cecily with great ardour, plunging my prick in and out of her sopping pussey, my balls banging against her backside as my shaft slid all the way inside her and our pubic hairs mingled damply together.

By Jove, Cecily was a grand fuck! How tightly her pussey clasped my rampant cock and how luscious was the suction created by the folds of her juicy cunt as my trusty tool embedded itself inside her slippery sheath. How voluptuously she met my thrusts with the most energetic heaves as we gave ourselves up to an all-enveloping feast of lascivious delights. Then it struck me that I must ration my fucking if I were ever to get through the night, so I made no attempt to hold back the ultimate pleasure when I felt the spunk boiling up in my balls. With a groan I exploded into a huge climactic release as I shot my load of hot, sticky spunk deep into the lovely girl's cunney which I could feel throb as my cock spurted jet after jet of jism inside her, lubricating her love channel as we went off together. For some moments neither of us moved. We lay there huffing and panting in each other's arms, luxuriating in the utter bliss of it all.

About five minutes later, Cecily turned to me and said, 'Now I know you must want to fuck Diana and she had already told me how much she wants your big boner between her legs. Now I would be the first to admit that as Diana is your closest girl friend, she is entitled to first claim on your darling cock-but she's not here yet, although she did take the precaution of corning upstairs and popping your bedroom key in her handbag when we left you men to pass the port. So it was Diana who had taken my key! I made a mental apology to Nancy and Polly as I heard Cecily continue, 'On the other hand, speaking as one of her oldest friends, I can also say that she would have no objection whatsoever to you fucking me again in her absence.' Without waiting for my reply, the insatiable girl took hold of my limp shaft and in seconds had frigged it up to another bursting erection. Then she rolled over on her elbows and knees with her head on the pillow and her white, rounded bum cheeks stuck high in the air. I climbed up and parted the soft globes with my hands though I hesitated a moment before plunging my prick in the crevice between the fleshy spheres.

Cecily guessed what was in my mind and turned her head round and panted, 'Yes, yes, Rupert, do go on. I have a great fancy for a bottom fuck but please go carefully.' As she wriggled her bum to an even higher angle and opened her legs still wider, I placed my knob, which was still wet from our previous encounter, at the rim of the puckered little rosette. I angled her legs to afford a better view and then gently eased my knob forward and mounted her, sliding my shaft in and out of her rear dimple whilst I squeezed her tits in my hands. I didn't manage to reach another climax myself (which in the circumstances didn't bother me too much) but thankfully Cecily began gasping and moaning as I finished her off by tickling her pussey with my fingers. I withdrew my cock carefully from her puckered bum-hole and we lay together on the bed and I cuddled Cecily tightly in my arms. Frankly, we were now both ready for a short rest-remember, we'd consumed a delicious dinner not all that long before-but just as we were sliding into the arms of Morpheus, who should sidle quietly into the room but Polly and Alison, who both wore dressing gowns with, as I correctly guessed, nothing on underneath. 'Hello Mister Rupert, who's that with you? Oh, it's Miss Cecily, isn't it? Goodness me, young sir,' she said saucily, in the kind of stately deferential tone beloved of butlers like old Goldhill. 'Do Miss Diana and that nice American lady, Miss Carrington, know you've already started shafting? I last saw them half an hour ago when they were being fucked by Mr. Henry in die library but I'm sure I heard one of them say that she wanted to be fucked by you later on. But you did tell me that you would give Alison a special eighteenth birthday present, and come to think of it, I was promised a fuck as well.' 'Is this right, Rupert? Did you promise to fuck these girls?' demanded Cecily, sitting up but making no attempt to hide her luscious naked body. I nodded miserably, but to my great relief, the sweet girl was not annoyed. 'In that case, you must stick to your word,' she said as an amused smile played around her lips. 'Noblesse oblige, you know.

Whilst you three are occupied, I'll run a bath.' She swung her legs over the side of the bed and smiling at Polly and Alison, said, 'I hope you're not too disappointed at finding that Rupert has already fucked me.' 'Not at all. Miss Cecily, first come, first served,' said Polly politely and Cecily added, 'Well, I must admit that I'm glad I was first in the queue but I'm sure Rupert has lots of spunk left in his balls for you and Alison.' Thank you, Miss Cecily, you're a real lady to give up a nice thick prick to two servant girls,' said Polly, and she and Alison both curtsied as Cecily heaved herself up and walked across the room into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Polly slipped off her robe and as I had guessed, the dressing-gown was her only clothing and the pert parlour maid now stood stark naked in front of me. I feasted my eyes and drank in the sensual beauty of her proud, uptilted breasts, flat white belly and the trimmed tuft of dark pubic hair through which peeped her pink cunney lips. Yet despite this stirring sight, my prick failed to stand fully to attention, stirring only slightly against my thigh. I leaned forward to take it in my hand and frig my cock up to its full majestic height but Polly removed my fingers which had already closed around my semi-erect shaft. 'Mister Rupert, your cock would prefer to wait a few more minutes before charging back into action,' she said wisely. 'Alison and I are in no rush. Why don't you just move over and we'll amuse ourselves until you're fully ready for us.'

This was sensible advice so I wriggled over and Polly sat down next to me as she motioned Alison to come forward and stand beside her. She then tugged at the sash of Alison's robe, which opened and the gorgeous young girl stepped out of her gown in all her naked glory like a glorious statue come magically to life. What a truly delectable, enchanting sight! Her creamy white skin showed off her full curvy breasts to their best advantage and her well-rounded shoulders tapered down to a small waist; her dainty feet expanded upwards into fine calves and her marble thighs were beautifully proportioned, whilst hanging between them was a golden veil of curly blonde hairs over a pouting crack which simply begged to be kissed, sucked and fucked. Not surprisingly, the sight of this cute little cunney made my prick shoot up back to bursting point and I would certainly have replied in the affirmative when Alison spoke for the first time and in a sweet little voice said: 'What a nice, big stiffstander, sir. Did I make your prick swell? I can hardly wait to have you slide it inside my pussey, but would you mind if Polly and I get ourselves warmed-up first?' 'No, not at all, Alison, please carry on,' I croaked and Polly drew the trembling girl down onto the bed between the two of us and parted her thighs. 'You lucky girl, you're going to be fucked very shortly,' she said softly. 'Mister Rupert, look closely at this lovely creature. Just look at her flushed, aroused face, her stiff tawny titties and her luscious cunney. Isn't she simply divine?' The two girls embraced and slipped their arms around each other's waists in a loose, almost casual hug which quickly tightened and brought their breasts and bellies fiercely into contact. Alison tilted her head and raised her mouth to Polly's lips and closed her eyes expectantly. Her hands quivered as they pressed hotly into the base of Polly's back and the more experienced girl looked down on the lovely, breathless girl, studying the intense desire which was etched upon Alison's face as she yielded to her natural instincts. At first they kissed like sisters, their red lips meeting in a tentative brushing which gradually deepened into a far more urgent, passionate pressure as their bodies rubbed sensually together. Polly's mouth opened and she probed with the tip of her tongue, sliding it slowly but insistently between Alison's teeth in an inquisitive caress around her gums. This delicious oral stimulation aroused Alison to a sudden, overwhelming passion and her hands slid feverishly up and down Polly's back. This sensuous massage set Polly off and she shuddered violently, thrusting her breasts and pussey forward as she darted her tongue backwards and forwards inside Alison's mouth. Now Polly cleverly arranged the younger girl's position, making her lie partly on her right side facing me. Her right leg was pushed out almost straight and her left one was drawn up with the heel of her foot being hooked behind Polly's neck as she pressed her face against Alison's wonderful blonde fringed pussey and taking a deep breath, she inhaled the pungent pussey odour.

Polly rested her left cheek on Alison's thigh as she slid her left arm under her waist, leaving her right hand to toy with Alison's nut brown pointed nipples. Then when both had settled into the most comfortable position, Polly pressed the gentlest of kisses on Alison's cunney, now and then letting the very tip of her tongue glide between the moistening love lips. I now scrambled onto my knees and peered down at the thrilling scenario. The serrated lips of Alison's exquisite cunney parted as Polly now thrust her tongue more sharply between them and tongued along the sopping slit whilst now Alison's clitty popped out, as big as a boy's thumb. Polly passed her tongue lasciviously over the rounded ball and nipped at it playfully with her teeth. This made Alison cry out with joy as she tore wildly at the sheets, dragging her body across the bed as Polly stayed with her, her mouth glued tenaciously to Alison's juicy cunt. This lewd orgiastic display sent me frantic with unslaked desire and I moved quickly behind Polly and slid my shaft in the crevice between her rounded buttocks straight into her own well-oiled honeypot. My hips jerked back and forth whilst I fucked the delicious girl doggie-style, and as my prick slicked in and out of Polly's pussey, I frigged her swollen, erect nipples between my fingers. But Alison had seen me get behind Polly and she cried out, 'Oh, sir, you did promise that you'd fuck me first!' Polly lifted her head from Alison's pussey and said thickly, 'Alison's right, Mister Rupert, you had better go on and take my place, but hurry as she's almost ready to spend.' She rolled off Alison and quick as a flash I took her place, kissing the quivering young girl as I said, Happy birthday, Alison, I hope you enjoy your present.' For reply she slipped her hands around my bum cheeks and gripped them as she pushed her glorious breasts up against my chin and manoeuvred one up to my lips. Naturally I bent down and sucked it up inside my mouth as her hands now roamed all over my body, setting my skin on fire. I moved my tongue downwards, drawing circles across her belly even further downwards to her soft blonde nest of cunney hair. Dipping my face close, I licked my fingers and separated the folds, sniffing up the tangy cuntal aroma and lapping up the love juice which Polly's ministrations had already caused to flow.

Spreading her cunney lips with my tongue, I explored for a moment, gauging her responses. Then, sliding my arms round her thighs I adjusted my position and tongued her in long flowing licks, flicking her engorged clitty, pushing against the hood. My tongue moved quickly along her crack as I licked and lapped the tasty juices which now filled my mouth and she let out yelps of delight as she reached the pinnacle of erotic ecstasy. 'Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!' she squealed as I lifted my head and raised myself over her, holding my painfully stiff prick as I guided the knob towards its juicy haven and I delighted in an exquisite pleasure when my helmet parted her cunney lips and I slowly but firmly inserted my throbbing tool inside her slippery sheath. I slid my shaft forward until I was buried up to my balls in Alison's cunt and at first I lay quite still, savouring the feel of the velvety walls of her love channel, as she began to move her hips sinuously, discovering that she could work her cunt up and down my cock with ease as I began to pump up and down and my balls smacked a fine dance against her bottom with every thrust. I pounded to and fro into her squishy cunney, my hands gripping her luscious bum cheeks, as now, at the urging of Polly, I lifted my legs so she could snuggle under my thighs with her head on the sheet and begin sucking my balls whilst she reached down to frig her cunney with her fingers.

Of course, this extra icing on the cake soon sent the surge of spunk shooting up my stem, but by great effort I managed to delay the exquisite moment as the clinging muscles of Alison's cunt continued to sleek back and forth along my sated shaft. However, I would challenge even Sir Clive Bull, perhaps the most noted cocksman south of the Border, to have held back any longer-I certainly could not for more than a few seconds and with a mighty groan I flooded Alison's love hole with a torrent of creamy jism as the sticky essence poured out of my prick, completely filling her cunney and trickling down her inner thighs whilst she screamed out in joy as a huge orgasm shuddered through her delicious body. 'Congratulations, Rupert! Well fucked, sir!' came a familiar female voice from the side of the bed and I looked up to see that the speaker was none other than Diana who had quietly entered the bedroom with Henry and Nancy whilst I had been in the throes of the above described threesome with Alison and Polly.

'Oh Rupert, you did promise me to fuck me first tonight,' said Nancy reproachfully. I suppose it's my own fault for getting too carried away with Henry, though I'm sure you will not cavil at my being fucked by your old friend.' 'Not in the slightest, Nancy,'

I replied with genuine relief. 'I'm only too pleased that you have been enjoying yourself-but what about you, Diana? I hope that you haven't been left out in the cold.' 'Certainly not,' Henry interrupted indignantly. 'What kind of chap do you take me for? Any man worth his salt would give his right arm for a chance to fuck a beautiful girl like Diana.' Diana gave a little mock-curtsey and said, Thank you, Henry, how sweet of you to say so. You were pretty good in bed yourself and I'm not just saying that because you bought three of my paintings for your proposed New York exhibition of young artists.' This was good news indeed and there was even better to come. 'Yes, and I purchased Diana's portrait of Sir Louis Segal and also two of her landscapes of Knaresborough Castle,' Nancy chipped in, 'so I think Diana is a very happy young lady.' 'And she certainly deserves to be,' came Cecily's voice from behind the group which slightly startled them. 'Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you jump… There's just one thing wrong here, though,' she added with a twinkle in her eye. 'Why are you three dressed whilst the rest of us are naked?' 'That's good thinking, darling,' said Diana, hastily unbuttoning her dress. 'Move over, Rupert, I think that Cecily would like to congratulate me in her very own special way. It took only moments for Diana to undress and everyone in the room thrilled at the sight of her superb lissome nakedness. Diana looked the very acme of feminine perfection, and when she raised her arms to pin up her tresses of light ash blonde hair around her graceful neck, the sight of her proud, firm breasts sent my cock shooting up, and Polly reached over and grabbed my thick stalk, manipulating my foreskin to uncap my swollen knob. She looked invitingly at Diana as if to ask whether she should keep my prick in a state of stiffness for Diana's use but Cecily took command of the situation and issued some crisp orders for us all, 'Polly, please would you keep Rupert's cock stiff for Nancy as he has yet to fulfil his promise to fuck her-as for you Henry, you should also take off your clothes and attend to the needs of young Alison who is lying there very demurely, although I can see from the lascivious look on her face that she would love to play with your circumcised cock especially as she probably hasn't seen one before.

'As for me, as Diana just said, I'm going to congratulate her in my own special way,' she added, pulling the eiderdown off the bed and spreading it on the floor next to the bed. Then she let the towel which was draped round her hips fall to the ground, and she moved across to smooth her hands sensuously over Diana's equally nude body.

The two girls embraced and kissed lovingly, their tongues fluttering together as their hands roamed around the soft curves of each other's pretty rose tipped breasts. They sank down onto the eiderdown and I threw a pillow down against which Diana could rest her head as she lay back and parted her legs for Cecily's hand to insinuate itself between them. 'Oooh, what a lovely blonde pussey you have, Diana,' Cecily sighed as she cupped her hand around the exquisite blonde bush. 'Open your thighs a little wider, darling, bend your knees and then you can rub yourself off against my hand.' Diana sighed with contentment as her delicious breasts jiggled from side to side as she worked her cunney lips backwards and forwards against the heel of Cecily's palm.

Isn't that nice,' cooed Cecily rhetorically, as she raised her thumb to caress Diana's clitty with each upward thrusting of the blonde girl's hips. This exciting sensation made Diana moan petulantly and work her bottom faster whilst Cecily increased the pressure by cleverly swirling her thumb around the little unhooded ball which had popped out like a tiny prick from Diana's pussey. Cecily muttered, 'Ah, darling, you have such a sensitive ditty, I can feel it bouncing against my fingers. Now let me finger fuck you-mmm, how hot it feels inside your cunney. How it sucks in my finger so easily! If only I possessed a prick I would love to slide it in and out of your honeypot.' The lewd girl now kissed Diana's erect red nipples which had flared up into two hard little points and then swept downwards towards her sopping crack where she slid her tongue through the pouting lips deep into the deft, prodding her clitty as she worked her tongue deeper and deeper into Diana's soaking quim, which was now creamed liberally with the pungent love juice which was miming down her thighs. Cecily's glorious young backside was now high in the air and at Polly's whispered instruction, Alison clasped hold of Henry's cock, which she had been licking and lapping up to a huge erection, and pulled my friend by his prick behind Cecily. When she saw him, she pulled her bum cheeks apart and slightly parted her legs and gasped, 'Don't go up my bum because Rupert's been there already, but you can fuck me doggie-style if you like.' Cecily reached back and directed Henry's wide purple knob between her love lips as she bent down again and continued to suck on Diana's juicy cunt with renewed relish. The sight of this erotic tableau had sent my own tadger high in the air and Nancy, who had by now also thrown off her clothes, pulled me down on the bed and on her knees began lustily sucking my shaft, taking great gulps of cock as her head bobbed up and down, whilst Polly slid her hand between Nancy's legs and started to tickle her pussey. This so fired Alison that she lay beside me playing with her breasts whilst Nancy stretched out a hand to frig the young girl's gorgeous golden haired cunt. I was lying on the edge of the bed and so could look down on what was happening down on the eiderdown. It was easy to tell from Diana's high-pitched squeals that she was thoroughly enjoying being licked out by Cecily, who herself was very happy at having Henry plunge his prick inside her whilst his hands came round to play with her succulent large nipples. Indeed, just as I glanced at the lascivious trio, Henry gave a deep growl and jerked back and forth in a short, convulsive movement as he creamed Cecily's cunney with a liberal coating of frothy white jism which jetted out of his twitching tool. 'A-h-r-e! A-h-r-e! A-h-r-e!' gasped Cecily as her body was racked by a thrilling all-over orgasm.

She was forced to suspend her tonguing of Diana's cunt and roll out from between her legs which made the poor girl wail, 'Oh no, I haven't come yet! Henry, will you please finish me off?' 'I'll do my level best,' said Henry, taking his glistening semi-hard shaft in his hand and rubbing it furiously until it swelled back up to its fullest height. Diana clambered up and with a gleam in her blue eyes, grasped hold of Henry's circumcised cock, 'You really must be a little tired after fucking Cecily. Lie back on this pillow and shut your eyes whilst I sit on your nice wet cock which you'll feel become embedded in my tight little wet cunney.' He was only too pleased to fall in with such a plan and, as he stretched himself out, Diana straddled Henry's heaving frame with a quick jump and sat herself down on his thick flagpole which slid effortlessly into her sopping love box. She pivoted gracefully, swivelling on his tingling tool and bouncing up and down as he moulded her superbly firm breasts with his hands, arching his back to catch her rhythm and they moved in time, their interlocking respective cock and cunney totally oblivious to everything except their joyous mutual thrusting. By now, Nancy was more than ready to be fucked and she lifted her lips away from my cock and gently moved her fingers away from Alison's cunt. She lay back, opened her legs and lifted her bottom as I carefully pushed my gleaming knob between her yielding cunney lips. She writhed and twisted in ecstasy in answer to my urgent pumping, her legs curled around my waist. We were both so fired up that very soon she screamed, 'I'm going to spend! I'm going to spend! Give it to me, Rupert! Come deep into me! Do it! Do it!' I pushed forward again a few more times, but on the last delicious stroke I held my throbbing tool inside her honeypot for some fifteen seconds before pulling out my shaft completely and then with one almighty shove, I thrust in one final time and spunked great gushes of sticky jism into her welcoming love channel. Meanwhile, a loud cry from Diana proclaimed the news that Henry's thick boner had ejaculated a copious emission of manly essence inside her pussey which left poor Polly and Alison totally cockless for neither Henry nor myself were in any state to continue this sport and both of us needed time to rejuvenate our overworked pricks and balls. But I had not credited Polly Aysgarth with the resourcefulness which she now showed, for she rummaged underneath her dress which was lying nearby and with a flourish produced a leather box which she must have brought in my bedroom with her. 'Would you be so kind as to move up and let me snuggle up to Alison?' she enquired. Naturally, Nancy and I complied with this reasonable request. Polly thanked us and slipped in besides Alison, who murmured, 'Have you brought Herr Schnickelbaum's marvellous comforter?' 'Of course I have, you silly goose, I knew it would come in useful tonight,' said Polly, climbing on top of the trembling young girl so that their two naked bodies rubbed together cheek by jowl, or more accurately in this case, nipple to nipple and pussey to pussey. Alison threw back her head and Polly began to fondle her waiting high pointed breasts, swirling the hardened nipples in her mouth, making her shiver with lustful anticipation whilst Polly now moved her hands across the girl's white, flat belly and down into the corn-coloured silky moss of hair which lightly covered the pink, pouting pussey lips, around which Polly drew tiny, hard triangles until Alison was squirming with pleasure and then dipped her finger delicately inside Alison's yielding cunney lips. 'Oh, Polly!

That's simply wonderful!' she whispered, as Polly now kissed her titties and tummy and then moved down to lap at her sopping crack.

Then suddenly Polly lifted her head and asked me to pass the small leather box to her. I did so and we all looked on with added interest as Polly opened it up and with a flourish brought out a superbly formed rubber dildo of the two headed variety-moulded by Herr Schnickelbaum of Vienna, as Polly informed us afterwards, upon the elephantine organs of Baron Lothar von Obergurgel and Count Gewirtz of Galicia. Then she also took out of the box a bottle of orange flavoured oil and liberally poured the contents over both heads of the dildo, letting the last drains run down on to Alison's pussey which she now started to kiss again but this time, pressing the dildo to the entrance of her cunt, working it in slowly until Alison gasped out that her cunney was now crammed with this imitation prick. Polly pulled herself up until she was sitting astride Alison's thighs, fingering herself with one hand whilst with the other she continued to fuck the younger girl's sopping pussey with the rubber cock. When her own cunt was juiced up, she carefully slid the other exposed head of the dildo into her honeypot and reached forward to pull Alison closer to her so that the two tribades were pressed together, tittie to tittie, cunt to cunt. Alison wrapped her legs as tightly as she could round Polly's back, who did the same and the two girls rocked back and forth, achieving a rhythm which was sending pulses of pleasure to every nerve centre in their bodies, and as their excitement grew, their motions became more and more frenzied. 'Aaaah! Aaaah!

Polly, what a wonderful fuck! Aaaah! Aaah! Don't stop, don't stop!' screamed Alison. Polly gasped, 'I won't, I won't! How scrumptious! Do it more, that's the way!' as they fucked themselves beautifully on their magical dildo which prodded through their love channels, nipping its way through the velvety grooves of their cunts as they arched their bodies in ecstasy. 'I don't think either of them are missing our stiff cocks at all,' Henry commented, as the two girls began to shudder and their heads thrashed about as they spent together, swimming in a sea of love juice and almost swooning clean away with the ecstatic enjoyment afforded by their efforts. Polly and Alison lay there for some moments, heaving and panting with their cunnies still pressed together by the dildo, of which only a fraction of an inch was visible. Nancy used her long tapering fingers to manipulate it out of them, first from Alison's squelchy love channel and then from Polly's well-oiled pussey. Watching this sensual display had excited me so much that my prick had forgotten how tired it had been and was now as hard and stiff as it had been when I had woken up back in Bedford Square at seven o'clock that morning. 'It's time to pay homage to your lovely cunt, Nancy,' I said forcefully, giving my shaft a few quick rubs to bring it up to its fullest dimensions. 'Come on then, you big cocked boy, show me what you can do!' enthused the American girl who opened her thighs as I rolled across on top of her. My hands moved over her aroused body with practised ease. I squeezed her large, firm breasts and rubbed the big, dark nipples against my palms which made them rise up into little red stalks. I kissed her forehead and worked downwards via her cheeks, lips, breasts and tummy to her open, wet cunney which smelted really nice, with a spicy tang that had my mouth watering. I slurped around Nancy's cunt and prised open her pussey lips with my fingers, sinking them slowly into her sopping slit which was already dribbling with love juice. She squeezed her breasts as I gently heaved myself upwards and when I was on top of her she wrapped her arms and legs around me as I guided my cock into her glistening little nookie and at once we fell into a completely abandoned bout of wild, uninhibited fucking.

Nancy managed to contract her cunney muscles so that her honeypot took hold of my prick like a delicate, soft hand as I pumped my raging shaft in and out of her sodden pussey. She urged me to thrust deeper as she raised her legs to rest them on my shoulders and her juices dripped against my balls as they banged against her arse. Cupped now in my palms, her tight bum cheeks rotated almost savagely as my lusty cock drove home, and her kisses rained upon my neck as the friction in her love channel reached new heights and the sensual girl reached climax after climax as my throbbing tool slewed back and forth.

'Go on, Rupert, spunk into me,' she gasped, and I plunged down as hard as I could, crushing her luscious breasts beneath me as her cunt squeezed my cock even more tightly and this voluptuous pressure was too great for me to bear. I sensed the creamy jism rising from my balls and seconds later, with a tremendous woosh, it surged out of me, spurting from my knob inside her in a huge spend which seemed to last and last as I ejaculated what seemed like gallons of sticky spunk into Nancy's juicy, dark warmth, whilst she gripped my bottom and pushed me ever deeper inside her as we shouted with joy in our mutual orgasm.

She squeezed my balls as I withdrew and the last drains of my emission trickled down her thigh as we lay back exhausted though we had enough energy to raise a smile when our audience spontaneously broke into a round of applause. That was a very well-executed fuck, if I might be so bold as to say so,' commented Polly, and Diana agreed, saying, There's a lot to be said for the good old-fashioned missionary position.' 'Very true,' said Cecily thoughtfully.

'Although I am very fond of the Eastern position much favoured by Sir Clive Bull where the man sits down with his feet crossed and you sit on his cock with your feet round his back. You only have to rock backwards and forwards for your ditty to be wonderfully stimulated.'

Diana nodded her head and said, 'I'm also keen on that position, especially with such a thick prick as Sir Clive's in my cunt, but have you tried the Lotus variation which I think is even better? One of my lecturers at the Sorbonne taught this to me-the boy lies supine whilst you sit on top of him with your back turned to his face whilst you fold your legs into the classic Oriental position with each foot placed on the opposite thigh. His cock enters you from the rear which I always enjoy and uses his arms to steady you. I just dose my eyes and lose myself in self absorbed contemplation as I bounce up and down on his throbbing cock.' 'I've never tried fucking that way,' said Alison shyly, 'but then I do like to thresh around and grab hold of my boy friend's cock and play with his balls whilst we are fucking, just like you did, Miss Diana, with Mr. Henry's prick.' 'Well, I must say that I do prefer looking at my partner,' declared Henry, as Diana gave his prick a few loving rubs and it rose majestically to attention from the curly black mass of hair at the base of his belly, 'otherwise the whole act becomes too impersonal for my liking, and as far as I'm concerned, the cleft position for fucking takes a lot of beating as it allows you to look at each other although there is a degree of detachment for either party if they want it. 'It's not difficult to get into either-this is how I love to do it. I kneel, leaning backwards from the waist with my left hand behind me on the bed for support. The girl sits astride in basically the same position with her arms extended behind her. We're able to look at one another but from some way away as we both now lean backwards. However, as she's sitting on my thighs above me with only my hand on her backside, it's up to her to control the pace of the fuck.' This little lecture seemed to spur Diana who bent down in front of Henry as she frigged his sinewy shaft and then opened her lips and took his hairy ballsack into her mouth, sucking slowly first one ball and then the other. The sight of this erotic play stirred my own prick which swelled up to attention as I jumped off the bed, positioned myself behind Duma's delicious bum cheeks, and pulled aside the soft globes to edge my knob towards her pouting cunt. She reached behind for my cock and guided my tool towards its chosen port of call and with one vigorous shove I buried my shaft in to the hilt and my balls flopped against her heaving bum cheeks. This scene so excited Cecily that she slid herself between my legs and began to copy what Diana was doing to Henry, licking and lapping my balls and gobbling them each in turn inside her wet mouth and coating them with her saliva from her wet tongue. I thrust my cock back and forth as I flicked my fingers around Diana's hard, red nipples in an ecstasy of enjoyment and the other girls now joined this stimulating fucking chain by joining Nancy on the bed. Whilst Diana continued to frig his cock and suck his balls, Henry took the dildo in his hand and leaning forward, slid it into Polly's waiting honeypot whilst the lewd girl, who was lying between Nancy and Alison, used her hands to finger fuck each of the other girls' pussies whilst they sucked her titties. Henry and I changed positions to ensure that every girl was afforded the pleasure of having a thick throbbing length of prick in their cunney and we manfully managed to give each of them satisfaction before we all collapsed into a sweaty, naked heap of bodies on my bed. However, at around two o'clock in the morning I woke up with a start. It suddenly occurred to me that what now seemed ages ago before our lustful orgy, Cecily and I had left my parents, Aunt Penelope and the Wigmores to their bridge and had not returned even to say good-night! I gnawed on my bottom lip as I wondered whether the others had also rushed up to my room without going back to see the older members of the household. Polly stirred and asked what was the matter, but when I told her she whispered, 'Don't worry, Rupert, your Aunt Penelope is a real sport. She guessed what was going to happen tonight and before Alison and I came up here, your Aunt told me that she would make apologies on your behalf and tell your parents that the young guests were all rather tired and had gone upstairs for an early night. She knew the others wouldn't mind as they were all keen bridge players which let her off the hook and she was also able to slip away upstairs for a nice fuck.' Three cheers for Aunt Penelope! But what are you talking about her slipping away for a nice fuck?' 'Oh dear, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, Mister Rupert, but I thought you knew about your Aunt and Mr.

Goldhill,' she said apologetically. 'Goldhill?' I echoed blankly.

'Are you telling me that our butler has been fucking my Aunt?'

'Well, yes, I'm surprised you never knew. I've a shrewd suspicion that your mother has guessed what's been going on over the last couple of years.' She yawned and snuggled back down against the small of Henry's back. 'Come on, let's get back to sleep,' she muttered, but my curiosity was aroused. I slipped out of bed, put on a dressing gown and tip-toed upstairs to the servants' quarters. Was old Goldhill really slewing his gnarled old truncheon in and out of my Aunt's juicy pussey? I scoffed at the thought, but seeing is believing. When silently I opened his bedroom door, with my own eyes I saw our faithful old retainer and Aunt Penelope together in each other's arms, with her hand clasped round his cock even though they were both fast asleep. I closed the door as silently as I had opened it and made my way back to my own room. At first I was irritated by the fact that our servant had fucked an honorary member of the Mountjoy family but I soon came to realise that this was an unworthy thought. After all.

Aunt Penelope must have wanted the liaison, so in fact our butler had only been doing his duty! Why, it would serve Uncle Stephen right for leaving her alone so often – I remember my mother saying once that she was certain that he could cut down his trips to our capital city if he so wished. 'I can't think why he wants to go to London so often,' she had said to my father, 'and why doesn't he ever take Penelope with him? For instance, he only went to a meeting at his club last week.'

As my more radical female friends are wont to say these days, what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, which would explain why even if she had guessed what was going on, my mother had decided that it served Stephen right if his wife was forced to look elsewhere for her intimate needs. With that in mind, I settled down to go back to sleep. But Polly had other ideas and she grabbed hold of my prick as soon as I returned to bed. 'Now you've woken me up, I can't get back to sleep,' she complained, stroking my shaft so sensuously that it immediately swelled and bounded in her hand.

'Polly, you've got to be up at six o'clock as usual,' I warned her but she pouted her lips and continued to frig my cock and begged me to thread her juicy cunney. 'It's my day off tomorrow so I'd love a quick little fuck,' she pleaded as she kissed my uncapped knob, 'then I'll be able to fall asleep.' Well, how caddish it would be to refuse a request from a damsel in distress? I followed her as she slipped out of bed and lay on the carpet, leaning back and raising her knees, spreading them invitingly as I moved across her and planted her legs on top of my shoulders. 'We must be quiet and not disturb the others,' I said softly as I rubbed the tip of my cock against her soaking crack and slowly sank my shaft inside her wet cunt. I pulled out and re-entered, and her slick love channel clasped my cock lovingly with each long, slow stroke. Although this was as enjoyable as ever, the hour was too late for a prolonged bout and as soon as my balls began rhythmically to slap against her backside, I let myself go and unleashed a flood of hot spunk inside her luscious love nest which caused her to shiver all over and spend profusely. Polly was as good as her word for almost as soon as we had climbed back into bed, she snuggled down again and was asleep within minutes. But I lay awake for a while musing on the morrow. This coming day we were all travelling to York for the evening reception for His Gracious Majesty King Edward VII. I was looking forward to meeting the Merry Monarch who was, from all accounts, a man after my own heart, who enjoyed life to the full. I would go to York with a sore cock after this wild night's fucking, which was not yet over, for the girls would doubtless demand that Henry and I perform again when they woke up. But I would also have a light heart as the main mission-to help Diana Wigmore's career progress-had been accomplished and brewing in the back of my mind was a happy intuition that in the next few days I would be taking part in some further lusty bedroom adventures. Was I to be proved right? I will tell all, dear reader, in frank, uncensored detail, in the next volume of my memoirs. to be continued…