PART IV.

If Music Be the Food of Love Thursday, November 15th, 1895 (just before Midnight)

I waited with no little impatience for this morning's lessons to pass and found it extremely difficult to concentrate on my work. I managed to get through History without being asked to contribute to the discussion, but I earned Mr. Hutchinson's scorn in Latin when I translated atque cruentum mandit humum as 'and entrusts himself to the blood-stained ground'. However, I hardly heard his scornful rebuke for I was thinking only of the concert this afternoon. I have loved good music since I was a young child and, though only of average competence on my chosen instrument, the violin, I do have the ability to appreciate the skills of a great musician such as Prince Kochanski.

My uncle, Sir Robert, is also a musical connoisseur and recently he purchased one of these new-fangled phonographs from the Army and Navy Store, together with a number of wax cylinders. However, though I marvel at the sound of Dame Nellie Melba coming from the giant horn of the machine, to be quite candid, the quality of reproduction is not of the best and the diva sounds as if she is singing inside a large tin can! Nevertheless, the phonograph is a marvellous invention and I am certain that Mr. Edison's brain-child will be improved, until one day we can hear whole symphonies being played in our drawing-rooms.

Be that as it may, at luncheon I gave my apple pie to George in order to rush back to the study as I wanted to wash and brush up and put on my best suit (as instructed by Dr Muttley) and at precisely three minutes to two, I was standing in the front hall looking down the drive for Uncle Robert's carriage. My uncle arrived almost on the dot of two and as the coachman drew the landau to a halt, my uncle opened the door and nimbly jumped out of the vehicle. He walked up the steps and came into the hall and shook hands with the headmaster who had rolled up to stand next to me. 'Thank you again for letting Henry come with me, I'll return him to you in good time as arranged,' said Uncle Robert cordially as Dr Muttley escorted us to the landau. 'Goodbye, gentlemen, I look forward to hearing all about the concert tomorrow morning,' called the headmaster. I waved back to him as the driver shook the reins and the horses clip-clopped over the gravel drive. I settled back in my seat and exchanged the usual pleasantries with Uncle Robert, but then our conversation took a surprising turn. 'Henry, my dear chap. I'm especially pleased that you have been able to come with me to Laversham Hall this afternoon,' said my uncle, looking at his pocket watch. 'For this gives me the chance to have a few private words with you.' I waited for him to explain further but he fell silent. I looked at Uncle Robert enquiringly and said: 'By all means, sir, what is it you wanted to say to me?' But Uncle Robert remained silent and I noticed that he did not look in the pink of condition. 'Uncle, are you feeling well? Forgive me saying so, but you look somewhat tired.' I enquired. He roused himself and muttered: 'I am, my boy, quite damnably tired and I'll tell you why. Do you remember Maria, that buxom young scullery maid your aunt engaged earlier this year?' 'Y-e-s-s, I think so,' I replied carefully, although of course only a few days ago I had recounted to Johnny and George how, on my last visit to Bacon Lodge, I had heard two of the housemaids gossiping about how Maria had earned a gold sovereign from my uncle for tossing him off. 'H'mph, I thought you might, young Henry,' said Uncle Robert and then he sighed and continued: 'Gad, she's a wanton little minx and, knowing as I do that you're a chip off the old block, I wondered whether you had poked her on your last visit to Bacon Lodge. I looked at him in slack-jawed amazement – was I dreaming or did this coarse comment really come from the lips of my esteemed uncle, the highly respected patron of the arts and close friend of such eminent personages as the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Sir Dunton Green, Lord and Lady Laversham and even His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales? 'Come, come, Henry, there is no need to beat about the bush,' he said impatiently. 'I know you are no longer ignorant of these matters. Mrs. Mutkin informed me how she discovered you in my library engrossed in reading Mustapha Pharte's fascinating book on Eastern sexual practices. So I repeat, did you fuck Maria?'

'No, Uncle, I did not,' I stammered, not daring to admit I would very much have liked to. Uncle Robert grunted: 'You would have enjoyed the experience, my lad, she has the most enchanting little pussey which is always eager to welcome my old todger and that's why I'm so damnably tired. Young Maria is quite insatiable. For the last week or so, I've spent at least three hours a day lucking her until I've reached a point of total exhaustion.' He let out a heavy sigh and went on: 'Marriage is an excellent and most proper institution and I trust that when the time comes, you will have as satisfying and as comfortable a relationship as that granted to me with your aunt. However, when one's spouse loses interest in nuptial relations, it is a great temptation to look elsewhere for the pleasures of the flesh.' Uncle Robert looked hard at me and then he leaned forward and said: 'Now, Henry, the reason I am talking of these matters is simply this – several of the distinguished guests at this afternoon's concert have also succumbed to the lure of forbidden fruit, including an illustrious royal gentleman at the very highest level of Society. Now, being a smart lad, you have perhaps already guessed to whom I am referring.' It was not difficult for me to know whom he meant, for the bedroom antics of the heir to the throne are regularly documented in the pages of scurrilous French publications as well as in The Oyster and other homegrown journals of voluptuous reading. “The Prince of Wales, Uncle Robert?' I answered brightly and he put a finger to his lips as he nodded.

'Correct, my boy, and as Lady Laversham has had to hasten away to be at the bedside of a sick relative, Lord Charles has taken the opportunity to arrange a further entertainment after the concert for a selected number of his guests. I am one and, now that you have reached the age of sixteen, I thought it appropriate that you too should be invited to participate in the fun. It's about the right time that you discovered the joys of, to use the common vernacular, dipping your wick. 'However, it is far from being a compulsory command, and it will be no trouble to arrange transport for you if you would prefer to go back to school immediately after Prince Kochanski has finished his performance. Either way, though, you must treat this matter as strictly confidential,' I hastened to assure him that I would be delighted to take part in whatever bacchanalian delights had been planned and felt it beholden on me to confess that I was no stranger to such pleasures. 'This will not be my first fuck, Uncle Robert. I cannot disclose the name of my partner but I have already been introduced to the joys of love-making by a most kind and considerate partner.' 'Have you, begad? Well, the best of luck to you. And I applaud your reticence in not naming your amorata. Only cads sully a lady's reputation by telling tales in this manner. I am pleased though that you have gone through your rite of passage unscarred. First love can be a most magnificent business – or a disastrous fiasco and you have been fortunate in having a lover who was able to guide you through the experience. 'Most people would say that strict regulations must be upheld with regard to sexual relations or the very fabric of society will fall apart. I disagree and say that if we eased the rigid control of sexual information and encouraged a freer, more enlightened attitude to fucking, there would be far less social tensions in the country – but that's another issue and as those to whom I propound my ideas class me as a dangerous radical, simply because I do not believe in any rules except those of nature, we had best talk of other matters and pursue that particular subject when you are older and more experienced in such affairs.' He sat back and abruptly changed the subject. 'How is your postage stamp collection coming along, Henry? Philately can be a financially rewarding hobby these days. I purchased an 1854 Indian four rupee stamp with the Queen's head printed upside down from Messrs Stanley Gibbons for fifty pounds six years ago. Your aunt upbraided me for my extravagance but only last week I sold it back to them for three times that amount!'

Uncle Robert looked at me with satisfaction as I congratulated him on his coup though I did not feel it impolite to add: 'Unfortunately, I do not have any capital to speculate on stamps, although one of the chaps at school told me that the most valuable stamp in my album, the fourpenny 1861 Cape of Good Hope, is now worth at least sixty pounds.' 'Oh yes, and I would judge that to be a conservative estimate even for a used copy,' remarked my uncle. 'My old friend Sir Ronald Dunn, who you will meet this afternoon, recently paid three hundred and twenty-five pounds for an unused copy.'

Soon we swung into the gates of Laversham Hall and when we entered the imposing mansion, a footman took our coats. We were announced by the butler as we walked into the sumptuously furnished drawing room. Uncle Robert introduced me to Lord Laversham and I heard him mutter: 'My nephew was sixteen last week, Charles. The entertainment you are laying on after the concert will be a capital birthday present for the young scamp.' Amongst the other notable people present, whose faces appear regularly in the weekly illustrated papers, were Sir Ronald Dunn, Sir Dunton Green, Lady Linda Wantman and of course His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales. My uncle whispered to me: 'Bertie was going to bring the. Countess of Warwick this afternoon but when he heard that Charles Laversham was organising some racy amusement, he decided to come along unaccompanied.' At three o'clock we filed behind Lord Laversham and the Prince of Wales into the ballroom where the concert was to take place. 'Charles bought a new Bechstein Grand just for this performance,' said Uncle Robert as we took our seats in the fourth row. 'Set him back a hundred and fifty guineas, but then you couldn't very well ask Prince Kochanski to perform on a Bluthner upright piano.' 'No, of course not,' I agreed. Then, to a round of applause, the Prince walked on to the stage with a pretty blonde girl who was required to turn the pages of his music. The Prince was a tall, singularly handsome gentleman, whole face was illumined by large, soulful, brown eyes. He spoke in perfect though slightly accented English as he thanked us for our support of the two charitable institutions which would benefit from his performance – the Musicians Benevolent Home in Croydon and the East Milk Funds. Then, without further ado, he sat down at the piano and began to play. He opened with some Chopin waltzes and then, one of my favourite pieces of music, Mozart's Sonata in D Major. My mother, no mean pianist herself, often plays this brilliant composition although it would be foolish to compare her performance with that of Prince Kochanski. To begin with, the sound which emanates from our old upright instrument cannot be compared with that from Lord Laversham's superb new full-size grand piano, although, having said that, in all honesty I thought the Prince played the allegro slightly too fast and his performance could have benefited from a shade less rubato. During the interval, I said as much to Uncle Robert who did not disagree with me. But the second half of the concert was quite superb. To the audience's delight, after three Mendelssohn lieder, the Prince announced that a gentleman sitting in the back row would join him in a performance of Schubert's 'Fantasia for Piano Duet in F Minor.' 'Good heavens, I didn't know that Motkalevitch was in Britain,' exclaimed my uncle, rising to join the standing ovation given to the great Russian pianist as he smilingly walked up the hall to the stage. Suffice it to say that the two men played the lovely music divinely and as an encore they gave us the third molto allegro movement of Mozart's 'Sonata for Two Pianos in D Major'. Then the guest of honour, the Prince of Wales, made a short speech of thanks to the two artists for their wonderful performances, and with Lady Wantman on his arm, led the audience back into the drawing room whilst Lord Laversham's staff removed all the chairs to enable them to set out a splendid tea. 'Just eat a slice of bread and butter and don't stuff yourself with too much cake, Henry,' advised Uncle Robert.

'You'll need to be in first class physical condition for what's going to follow after the guests who have not been invited to stay on make their farewells.' With some regret, I took his advice and refused the offer of a second piece of the delicious madeira cake. But, within the next hour, I was extremely glad that I had heeded my uncle's wise counsel. Soon the Prince of Wales, Sir Ronald Dunn, Uncle Robert and myself, were the only guests left in the drawing room, whilst Lord Laversham was escorting Lady Wantman to her carriage. 'A damned pretty woman Lady Linda,' growled the Prince to Sir Ronald who Uncle Robert tells me is a wealthy businessman and philanthropist who is a member of the Prince's coterie of Anglo-Jewish friends. 'It's a great pity that she doesn't really approve of poses plasties. Still, on the other hand, gentlemen, I understand that Charlie Laversham has several very pretty girls waiting upstairs for our delectation.' he added.

Lord Laversham caught the end of the Prince's remark as he came back into the room. 'Indeed I have, sir, and they are ready and waiting to perform. Um, Prince Kochanski will be joining us too. I hope you have no objection to his presence.' 'Absolutely none,' rejoined the heir to the throne with a chuckle. 'Konrad Kochanski and I are old friends. In fact, we enjoyed a roaring good time in Paris last Spring at Count Gewirtz's mansion on the Rue de la Paix.' Then he turned to my uncle and went on: 'Now then, Sir Robert, I take it that this lucky, young chap is your nephew who is keen to sow his first wild oats?' 'Yes your Highness, may I present Master Henry Dashwood.' I bowed and the Prince patted me on the shoulder and said: 'You'll enjoy yourself, you lucky young feller-me-lad. My God, I was almost twenty-one before I managed to dip my wick when I was with the Grenadier Guards in Ireland. I opened my mouth to reply but felt the point of Uncle Robert's elbow digging in my ribs. Perhaps he thought I might be foolish enough to boast to His Royal Highness that I had already enjoyed my first fuck, but I was too shy to brag about my conquests, and, in any case, even I realised that it would have been tactless to push forward my early apprenticeship in making love when the Prince had been such a late starter in the game. 'We'll just give the girls five more minutes to set up the stage,' said Lord Laversham. 'In the meantime, let me tell you a strange encounter I had with Lady Hostridge's daughter, when dining at some mutual family friends last week. My wife was unable to be present so I spent most of the time talking to Nora, who proved to be a delightful table companion. She's a pretty girl of about twenty-five, with enchantingly wistful, bright blue eyes, a demure Grecian nose and a soft, yet bold, tremulous mouth. 'In the drawing-room after the meal, we happened to stray upon the subject of these blessed wild women and their demand for the political franchise. Well, Nora took their part in no small way and ended by saying that the forthcoming new century will see a great change in the lives of men and women. '“I don't say that women will become the stronger sex, but we will be able to behave as men do at the present time,” she opined. I shook my head and was surprised when she murmured words to the effect that I should say aloud how much I would like to see the two pictures she had recently purchased from the Grove Gallery. 'Well, I did as she ordered and we went outside together where, instead of taking me to see the pictures, she dragged me up the stairs to her bedroom.' 'I'm sure you didn't need much dragging,' observed Sir Ronald Dunn lightly.

'What happened next?' Lord Laversham gave a hoarse laugh and continued: 'She said to me: “I will attempt to give you an example of what I mean by equal roles, Charles.” She paused, looked me directly in the eye and said: “Yes, I will try but you must understand that I am not one of your blue-stockinged, intellectual, types. To be blunt, I have feminine needs that must be satisfied.” 'I swallowed hard and said: “Do you mean you want fucking?” 'Nora drew herself up to her full height and nodded curtly as she replied bluntly: “It is my chief enjoyment in life to instigate such entertainment. This is precisely why I would like you to take off your trousers and ease your prick into my pussey.” 'She threw herself backwards upon the bed, hitching up her dress and petticoats as she raised her knees and parted her legs. The wanton, little minx was not wearing any kind of drawers and I could see the dark, hairy triangle of pubic curls fleecing the dainty, pink lips of her honeypot. I ripped off my trousers and without further ado, I lowered myself upon her. The lovely girl was clearly experienced in these affairs. There was none of the clumsy fumbling that so often attends fucking a novice. My throbbing cock immediately slipped through the already damp thicket of pussey hair and I found the moist entrance into her love channel.

'She wriggled her bottom into a more comfortable position and almost without effort, the entire length of my shaft sank into her cunt. Slowly, I started to slide easily up and down her clinging crack and she in turn arched her hips upwards to meet my pistoning thrusts.

She possesses a wonderful sense of timing, understanding as though by instinct, when to lower the tension so that pleasure may be prolonged.

'I endeavoured to keep my weight on my elbows as we raised the tempo and I gloried in each huge plunge into her honeypot, making her juices drip on to my balls each time they slapped against her arse.

She implored me to drive deeper, twirling her tongue inside my mouth and as my trusty tool rammed in and out of her pulsating quimmy, she yelped with pleasure. 'Then, with a shudder, I spurted a copious emission into her cunt. But alas, Nora had not reached a climax. My old pego was incapable of further combat, so naturally I finger fucked her until she achieved a spend.' The Prince of Wales nodded gravely and said: 'As would any true gentleman, my dear friend. Now, will the poses plastiques be ready soon? I have only a limited amount of time I can stay here before I return to London.' 'Yes, let's go back to the ballroom,' said Lord Laversham and he and His Royal Highness led the way. I could see from the bulge in the royal trousers that, like myself, he was sporting a gigantic stiffie. Konrad Kochanski rose from his seat when we entered the ballroom and I noticed that he had changed out of his frock coat and was wearing only a dressing-gown knotted with a cord at the waist. My uncle murmured to Sir Ronald Dunn: 'A bit chilly to start stripping off, don't you think, Ronnie? Or is our Polish friend following this strange new naturist fad of running around naked in the cold air?'

'It's quite possible, you know how peculiar some of these foreign chappies can be,' Sir Ronald replied. An under-butler arranged a semi-circle of seats in front of the stage, across which a purple velvet curtain had been draped. 'I've just come back from Sweden where, for reasons of health, people sit naked on benches in a wooden hut heated by hot steam, after which they subject themselves to a light beating with birch twigs and then dive into a cold pool of water.' Uncle Robert shuddered with horror and said: 'Good grief!

How perfectly awful! it reminds me of life at my old school where the headmaster subjected us boys to a similar regime every morning.'

At this point, the lights dimmed and a striking, red-haired girl dressed in a flowing, green robe slipped between the curtains and curtsied to us. 'Your Royal Highnesses, Gentlemen, welcome to our programme of tableaus vivants by the Company of Three, written by Mr.

Newman Gradegate and directed by Mr. Brooke Harrison-Thomas. 'Our first little play is entitled Three Naughty Schoolgirls.' She disappeared back behind the curtains to a buzz of excited conversation which stilled a few moments later when the curtains opened to reveal a scene set in a school dormitory. The red-haired girl was sitting on a bed between two others, a blonde with long, flowing hair and a tall, willowy brunette. All three were wearing long, white nightgowns which they had tucked up to the waist leaving their legs and thighs bare.

They were cuddling and stroking each other's bodies. Then the red-head turned to her blonde companion and said: 'Well, Sally, I don't think the boy who kissed you at the dance your parents threw for you, is coming here after all.' 'I'm sure Harry will turn up, Marcia,' said the beautiful blonde Sally as she ran her hands down the other girl's thigh. 'Do remember, Marcia, that he has to bicycle three miles to get here. When he does, he can climb the ladder we left against the wall up to the window where we will let him in.' 'I suppose we must give the lad time,' sighed Marcia, turning round to the third girl as she continued: 'Penny, don't you agree that it is rather trying having to wait so long to see whether Harry does make an appearance, especially as it can't be guaranteed that he will be able to fuck us all. 'Yes, what a shame, I was looking forward to seeing Harry fuck Sally!' pouted Penny. Then Marcia slipped her hand between her thighs.' Like the other five spectators, I craned my head to see if Marcia was indeed fingering Penny's pussey as she replied: 'You silly girl, of course you will see that happen. What is more important is whether Sally will share his cock with her two best friends.' The blonde girl looked reproachfully at her as she said: 'Now, how could you even think that I would keep Harry's thick prick for my sole pleasure? Did we not all agree that our motto will be like the Three Musketeers – one for all and all for one? Darling Penny, dearest Marcia, you are my bosom friends and I know that if either of you were in my position, you would not hesitate to offer me a share in your good fortune.' The three girls dissolved into an orgy of hugs and cuddles, during which, Penny cried out fervently: 'Ooooh, which of you naughty girls is tickling my cunney? Whoever it is, please stop teasing and bring me off right now.' 'Very well, my love, if that is what you want,' said Marcia as she pulled off her nightdress to reveal her glorious nude body to us. My cock swelled to bursting point as I watched her proud, young breasts jiggle as she helped Penny divest herself of her nightdress, tugging the garment over the tousled head of the tall, slender girl. Penny's breasts were also firm and high-tilted, if slightly smaller than those of her friend, but her pussey was well-covered by a fleece of chestnut hair whilst Marcia's cunt was only fledged with a fuzzy, auburn down. Still in her nightdress, Sally slipped away off the stage leaving the two girls kissing in a most lascivious manner on the bed. Lord Laversharh then stepped forward and asked if someone would be good enough to help him move the bed round so that we could all obtain a better view of what was taking place upon it and immediately I jumped from my seat and volunteered to assist him. I followed him up on the stage and we moved the bed round until it was facing the audience.

When we returned to our seats, Penny turned over on to her tummy and buried her face in the pillows. Then she pushed her splendid bottom high into the air so that all the watching spectators could obtain a thrilling view of her dimpled bum cheeks. From her side, Marcia moved her thighs slightly apart to expose the pouting lips of her cunney and the line of pink coral between them. 'My goodness, Penny, you are a lucky girl! What a perfect backside! So white and firm, and so well developed! Oh, how inviting that dear little cleft looks between your thighs,' exclaimed Marcia as she moulded and pressed the soft, white buttocks, smothering them with passionate wet kisses. 'Oh, I must – I must!' And, without further ado, she slipped her forefinger between Penny's pouting love lips and twisted it in and out of her juicy honeypot. 'There, does that feel nice?' Marcia panted as she finger fucked the delicious girl. 'I would think you do from the way your cunney is clasping my finger so tightly! Ah, I've found your clitty! Goodness me, what a stiff little love button!' 'Oh, that's heavenly, dearest Marcia!' came a muffled cry from the pillow, and at this, the red haired girl rolled Penny over on to her back and spread her thighs so that we could see the enticing red chink between her wet, swollen cunney lips.

Marcia paused for a moment to savour the musky aroma of her pussey which had wafted across to where I was sitting. Then she placed herself between Penny's legs and she rubbed the girl's bouncy breasts, making the titties stand up as she informed us about how she was going to slide her tongue into Penny's pussey and play with her stiff, rubbery clitty. Then she nested her head between her thighs and lovingly began to eat Penny's juicy cunt, forcing her tongue deep into her love channel and nipping at her clitty. The willowy girl bucked and writhed under this sweet stimulation, yelping with joy, as she was sucked off. Marcia's bum cheeks jiggled excitingly whilst she licked and lapped Penny up to a spend and she opened her legs so that her own prominent pussey was displayed to the excited male spectators.

Now, still in her nightdress, Sally briefly reappeared on the side of the stage before descending the steps and padding across to the Prince of Wales. Kneeling beside his chair, she deftly unbuttoned his trousers, freeing the majestic regal cock to leap stiffly into the air. The blonde girl boldly took his pulsing shaft into her hands and said: 'Your Majesty, I have an idea that you would like to fuck Marcia's pretty little auburn-haired cunt-but Lord Laversham promised me first refusal of your fine-looking royal rod. So with your permission…' And so saying she took the huge, domed helmet of the Prince's prick into her mouth, sucking greedily upon his twitching todger whilst reaching down to delicately finger his balls. Sally nibbled daintily on his purple knob and the Prince gave a throaty chuckle of delight. Sir Ronald Dunn called out in a fruity voice: 'Now then, my dear, don't forget that every mouthful should be well chewed before it is swallowed!' The Prince trembled under the vibrations of Sally's giggles as her lips closed firmly over his cock and this time she pursued an insistent passage right down to the very root of his shaft. With his eyes closed and a blissful expression upon his face, the Prince pressed her head down as he sat back and revelled in the exquisite sensations. Sally sucked vigorously on the fleshy royal pole, lashing her tongue along its quivering length until he could no longer delay his spend and with a hoarse gasp, flooded her mouth with a copious emission of sticky spunk. Swallowing and sucking with adeptness, Sally quickly drained his balls and then, licking the last few drops of jism from his knob, she placed his happy but now wilting cock in the palm of her hand and gave it a swift series of farewell butterfly kisses before tucking it away inside his trousers. She lifted her head and said: 'Well, I'm still waiting for Harry to appear, but won't one of you gentlemen fuck poor Marcia. Look at how her bum is wriggling, she is waiting for one of you to take her doggie-style.' Prince Konrad Kochanski stood up and murmured: 'Noblesse oblige, although I will gladly step aside if anyone else is most desperate to fuck this charming girl.' The famous musician shucked off his dressing gown and, stark naked, he climbed up on to the stage, his enormous thick cock bobbing up and down in front of him. Then he jumped up on the bed and nudging her knees apart, positioned his enormous truncheon between Marcia's bum cheeks.

'Are you ready?' he asked. Marcia turned a flushed face towards him and gave him a beaming smile of assent. Then he guided his gleaming knob slowly into the cleft between her buttocks and straight into the warm wet folds of her quim. They began to mate in a brisk, regular rhythm. He bent forward and his hairy chest brushed against Marcia's back as she went back to licking out Penny's pussey.

'Ahhhh! Ahhh! fuck me, you randy rascal!' she gasped as Konrad Kochanski reached under her to cup her plump breasts, holding them in thrall as he continued to pump in and out of her juicy cunney. Her bottom slapped enticingly against his flat, muscled belly as she fitted easily into the rhythm and I for one relished the sight of his pulsating, veined chopper see swaying and out of her willing cunt.

Now Marcia reached behind her to caress his big ball-sack as she rocked to and fro, but it was Penny climaxed first. Marcia licked and lapped up her tangy love juice. Then Konrad Kockanski's torso went rigid and he croaked out, 'Marcia, I'm going to spunk!' Marcia yelped with glee as she spent simultaneously with him, drenching his noble tool with her love juices. He gave one final drawn-out thrust and then sank down on to the girls, who giggled uncontrollably as he tickled their pussies with his hands and they all rolled around on the big, wide bed. Sally reappeared on stage with Konrad Kochanski's dressing gown which she threw at him as she shooed the lewd threesome off the bed. 'I'm expecting Harry Elton at any minute,' she explained as the Polish Prince slipped on his robe and with a naked girl on each arm, descended the steps back to his seat. However, Sir Ronald Dunn pinched Marcia's bottom as she walked by and, letting go the Prince's arm, she sat herself down firmly upon his lap. 'You naughty man,' she protested, although I could see a wicked smile upon her face as she went on: 'How would you like it if I pinched your cock?' 'I don't think I would mind all that much,' said the lascivious baronet, sliding one hand across her young, rosy-nippled breasts whilst, with the other, he dexterously unbuttoned his trousers and brought out his sizeable circumcised shaft for her inspection.

'M'm, that cock looks too nice to pinch,' remarked Marcia as she slid her hand up and down his throbbing tool. 'Thank you, my dear, and I'm sure you can do something hitter than pinching it, can't you?' chuckled Sir Ronald as she gave his stiffie an encouraging rub, fisting both hands up and down his rock-hard tool. Marcia winked at him and then her silky, red hair billowed over his thighs as she buried her head in his groin and lapped all around his mushroom helmet. Then she took her mouth away from his twitching todger and said with commendable directness: 'I don't mind sucking you off afterwards but first, how about a good old-fashioned fuck?' 'By all means,' he replied instantly. 'If you will just get off my lap for a moment, I'll get undressed.' As Sir Ronald struggled to tear off his clothes, Marcia teased him, sliding her hand across her auburn thatch of pussey hair, rubbing her thumb in a series of tapping movements against her erect clitty which had already popped out of its shell and was peeking through her cunney lips. As soon as the lusty Sir Ronald was naked, Marcia pulled him down by his quivering cock on to the thick carpet and she held on tightly to his prick as they kissed and his hands moved over her thrilling, soft body with practiced ease. He moved his lips from Marcia's pretty mouth to her luscious tawny-tipped breasts and licked first one and then the other until both were deliciously erect. At this point, I heard a gentle sigh coming from my right and glanced over to see that Penny was kneeling between Uncle Robert and Lord Laversham, her left hand clasped around my uncle's palpitating stiffstander and the fingers of her right hand clutched around Lord Laversham's substantial boner. She bent her head downwards, first to the left and then to the right to give each cock a slurping wet kiss. Then my attention turned back to Marcia and Sir Ronald. He was now licking the soft, white skin of her belly and then onwards down into her glossy, auburn bush.

Inexorably, his tongue passed down the length of her cunney lips and she moaned with delight as the handsome baronet feasted upon her tasty pussey, licking every inch of her cunney lips before sucking them into his mouth and sliding his tongue inside her cunt. 'Oooh! Sir Ronald, you wicked man,' she squealed happily, her bottom wriggling from side to side as he probed her pussey with his tongue. 'Now stick that gorgeous big cock inside my honeypot – hard and fast, that's how I like to be fucked!' 'Who am I to argue?' he murmured and pulled himself on top of her as Marcia placed his knob directly in front of her pouting pussey lips. He slid home easily and started to thrust in and out of her sopping quim with a firm, pistoning grace and their bodies slapped together as she met each of his plunges with one of her own. Sir Ronald started to pump faster and I could not only see but hear the highly erotic, squelchy sounds of their lovemaking as his shaft slid in and out of her juicy love tunnel. I was reminded that I was not the sole spectator of this grand fuck, for the Prince of Wales had quietly moved across to stand next to me and he whispered 'Go to it, Ronnie! Rattle your balls against her bum, old boy! By gad, what a superb couple they make I only wish it were my prick slewing in and out of that squishy, young pussey!' Marcia now shifted her thighs as Sir Ronald Dunn drove on like a man possessed, fucking her at such an intense speed that I could not see how he could hold back his spend for more than a few seconds. 'More! More! More!' the girl panted wildly. The fierce momentum must have made her pussey flood with love juice for it trickled down her thighs. She brought her legs up to the small of Sir Ronald's back,. humping the lower half of her body upwards to meet the violent strokes of his raging rammer as he bore down on her one final time. His lean, muscled frame was now glistening with perspiration. His body tensed and with a low growl, he spent into her cunt. Marcia swiftly squeezed her thighs together, forcing out every last drain of cum from his spurting length, not releasing him until she had finished milking his cock completely dry.

It occurred to me that I was now the only one of the spectators who had not participated in this voluptuous orgy. However, I only had a few moments to concern myself about this fact because, to my astonishment, from the stage, Sally's sweet clear voice rang out with a message for me: 'Henry Dashwood, where are you? Obviously, Harry Elton has been unable to find a way out of his school buildings and I have no-one to fuck me this evening. So will you come up here and help out a poor cockless girl?' 'Go on, lad, don't be shy,' boomed the Prince Of Wales as he pulled me to my feet. 'Believe me, I know how tiresome an unwanted virginity can be at your age and Sally knows this is your first time and she's as keen as mustard to take your cherry.'

Well, truth to tell, I almost succumbed to a foolish pride which wanted to make His Royal Highness aware that he was mistaken and that I was not a totally inexperienced cocksman. But my more sensible side asserted itself and I stayed silent. Sally took hold of my hand as I walked on to the stage and sat me down on the bed. Then, in one quick movement, she pulled her nightdress over her head and stood naked in front of me. She was a truly breathtakingly desirable girl with her long strands of honey hair framing her adorable face and her sparkling blue eyes and merry smile. Sally's superbly rounded breasts were narrowly spaced and her large, tawny titties jutted out arrogantly as she smoothed her hands over the flaxen fleece of pussey hair. Between her rounded thighs I could see her erect clitty and, as she spun round to throw her nightdress on the bed, I was given a first class view of her luscious buttocks. 'Do you like my bottom?' enquired Sally as she guessed the direction of my gaze. She put her hands on the bed and thrust out her magnificent backside toward me.

'You may touch my arse if you like.' I stretched out my trembling hands and smoothed my fingers along the yielding, jouncy flesh. She giggled softly and said: 'Aren't my bum cheeks firm and round?'

My face flushed beetroot red at her frank question as I answered: 'They're really lovely. May I keep my hands there?' 'Of course you may, Henry,' she trilled, swinging her arm behind her and running her hand along the bulge in my trousers. 'And if you slide your hand under my bum, you will find my cunney which would love to make your acquaintance.' Sally straightened up and turned back to me as she added: 'Come now, let me see how quick you can take off your clothes!'

I threw off my clothes without the slightest inhibition though, at the back of my mind, I was aware that the Heir to the Throne of the United Kingdom and the British Empire, let alone my Uncle Robert and five other gentleman were watching my every move. These thoughts were swiftly banished as the roving hands of the beautiful girl took possession of my rigid cock and she gently massaged my swollen shaft.

She breathed into my ear: 'Henry, are you really only sixteen? This is a grand looking cock that any man would be proud of, it's large enough for a man of twice your age. Do tell me, have you ever used this proud prick for anything else except tossing yourself off?' With my hands behind my back, I crossed my fingers and replied: 'No, though I do have a friend who rubs it for me.' 'Good for her, but it's high time you put your chopper to some real use,' she declared as she lay down on the bed and placed one pillow beneath her head and the other underneath her bottom. Then Sally parted her cunney lips with her finger, opening up the enchanting, red chink for me as I climbed on top of her and, taking hold of my shaft, she coaxed the knob between the yielding lips into her tight, clinging cunney. I pushed forward gently and the sensuous girl began to breathe heavily as I thrust my palpitating cock in and out of her moistening honeypot.

She raised herself to meet my strokes as I fucked her, pumping to and fro at an ever quickening pace. I snaked one hand underneath her to squeeze her luscious bum cheeks and with the other I rubbed her stalky nipples between my fingers. Watching the previous erotic spectacles had excited us both so much that, very soon, we were both on the brink of spending. After only a short time, Sally screamed: 'Oh yes, that's delightful! Ram your fat cock into me, Henry! Ahh, what a glorious fuck! Now empty your balls and fill my cunney with your sticky seed!' My cock continued to pound away and when she reached down and caressed my balls, I spent almost at once. With a long cry I spurted my creamy spunk into her sopping quim, working my shaft in and out until the last drops of jism trickled out and I sank down exhausted upon her. 'Well done, young Henry! You're a chip off the old block and no mistake,' I heard my uncle call out as he congratulated me on my performance. 'I could hardly have done better myself.' 'Yes, well done, indeed, I came twice before you spunked,' added Sally with a cheerful grin. 'I can hardly believe that this was your first fuck.' I looked down to where the men were sitting and saw they were all busily engaged in fucking in one form or another with the other two girls. Mania was gobbling the thick, upright prick of the Prince of Wales whilst she fisted her right hand up and down Lord Laversham's rigid rod and Penny was on her hands and knees sucking Sir Ronald Dunn's circumcised cock whilst she was being bum-fucked by Konrad Kochanski and Uncle Robert was on his back with his face between her thighs licking out her pussey. 'Actually, I am guilty of fibbing to you,' I said quietly to Sally and, without giving any details of where my initiation had taken place, I confessed that I crossed the border into manhood last week. Sally nodded and said with a smile. 'Well, I can't say that I'm surprised, you're a very exciting lover, Henry, and I would like you to fuck me again.'

'Alas, I don't think I can get another hard-on for a few minutes,' I said regretfully as I glanced down to my limp prick.

Sally placed her hand on my arm and said: 'Never mind, you can bring me off with your mouth. Have you ever done that before?'

'Yes, and I'd be delighted to pleasure you in that manner,' I replied. I pressed the delectable girl to me as our lips met in a passionate kiss. Then, remembering my instruction from Lizzie Dickerson, I released my tongue from the sweet prison of her mouth and let it travel wetly down her body, lingering to lick each of her engorged, erect nipples before sliding across her white tummy and down to her delectable cunt. I was flat on my belly and Sally wrapped her thighs around my neck as I worked my face into the silky golden hair of her bush. I placed one hand under her bottom for the purposes of elevation and with the other, I spread her pouting love lips with my thumb and middle finger. I moved my face forward and nuzzled my lips against her pungent pussey which was already oozing rivulets of tangy liquid and flicked my tongue in and out of her delectable cunt, sucking and slurping the cuntal juice. Sally started to writhe in ecstasy as I pushed my mouth hard against her, moving my head back and forth until I found her clitty and sucked it into my mouth, where the tip of my tongue began to explore it from all directions. I could feel it growing larger as her feet drummed up and down on my back.

'Y-e-s-s! Y-e-s-s! Y-e-s-s!' she moaned, gyrating her pelvis as I increased the pressure. My tongue moved even more quickly along the grooves of her cunney, licking and lapping the juices that were now flowing out in a stream. With each stroke, Sally arched her body in ecstasy, pressing her erect clitty up against my flutter ing tongue.

She let out a joyous yell as I inserted my little finger into her bum-hole and she spent copiously, flooding my face with her jism.

When she had recovered, Sally rolled me over on to my back and slicked her hand furiously up and down my thickening shaft until my prick stood up as stiff as a poker. Then she straddled my body, with her legs either side of my hips, before lowering herself upon my quivering cock. My knob slid deep inside her dripping cunt at the first attempt as our pubic bones ground together. For a brief moment she paused, like a rider testing a new mount. Then she clamped her cunney muscles around my shaft and I lay back with a seraphic smile on my face, enjoying to the full the clinging silkiness of her love tunnel. I tried to ram my prick upwards but Sally had deliberately placed her weight upon my thighs so that I was unable to do so, for it was her wish to direct this fuck. She pumped her glorious bum up and down, digging her fingernails into my flesh and each of her voluptuous shoves was accompanied by wails of ecstasy. I grabbed her jiggling, creamy breasts and moved my head upwards to suck on the erect nipples whilst she rode me faster and faster. The tingling in my cock became stronger and stronger and I felt the first gush of spunk forcing its way up from my balls. Sally sensed I was about to come and slowed down now riding me with long, steady movements of her supple thighs. This delayed my climax for a little while but then my shaft started to twitch and I jetted a spray of sticky spunk inside her cunt. Sally began spending with me and the muscular contractions of her quim increased as her orgasm roared through her. She fell forwards into my arms shaking and yelping with delight as her pussey overflowed with our mutual jism. 'Thank you, dear Henry, that was another splendid fuck,' she whispered in my ear as we lay panting with exhaustion. Meanwhile, all around us, the fun had become fast and furious. The Prince of Wales was fucking Marcia from behind whilst at the same time, she was gobbling on both Sir Ronald Dunn's thick tool and Lord Laversham's sturdy shaft. Uncle Robert was embedded in Penny's tight, little bottom whilst Konrad Kochanski was beneath her, nibbling on her clitty. Finally, the girls begged to be excused on account of the soreness of their cracks.

Lord Laversham then presented each of us with a robe and showed us into the cloakrooms where we were able to make our ablutions.

Dinner was to be served early as, like Uncle Robert and myself, the Prince of Wales had to leave Laversham Hall at an early hour. Our host then introduced three more pretty girls who were to dine with us – Claire and Phoebe, whose duties in a gentleman's club in London had prevented their earlier arrival and a local lass, Laura Macfarlane, a striking, big-breasted girl. I am finding that I am always famished after a good fuck and I have no complaints about the menu which was far better than the grub served at Albion Academy: Saumon d'Ecosse fume, Tortue Clair, Sole au vin blanc, Selle d'Agneau, Bouquetiere de legumes, Pommes de terre boulangere, Glace Vanille, Selection des Fruits, Cafe. This feast was washed down with a selection of the finest wines from the famed Laversham cellars and we had a very jolly time. I was sitting between Sally and Uncle Robert who I noticed could hardly take his eyes off the well-developed curves of Laura Macfarlane. I wondered why my uncle was so taken with the girl. When the ladies retired, I took the opportunity to ask him whether it was the sensual swell of her breasts that had intrigued him. 'It is an impertinent question but I could not help noticing that you appeared to be fascinated by her,' I said. Uncle Robert was not annoyed by my impudence and he smiled ruefully as he picked out a large cigar from the box being handed round the table by a footman.

Then, seeing that on my other side, Sally was engrossed in a conversation with Konrad Kochanski and that Penny, who was sitting on his right, was listening to Sir Ronald Dunn's anecdotes, Uncle Robert pulled his chair over to me and said: 'Henry, there is a German maxim that goes Wenn weiber aussernander geben, bleiben sie immer noch ein bisschen stehen. “When it's time to go, there's no need to rush if the women are still talking!” And let me inform you, my boy, that your Aunt Jennifer is no exception to the rule. 'About eighteen months ago your aunt and I had been invited to dine at some friends and, as usual, she was still getting herself ready whilst I sat downstairs in the drawing-room reading the evening newspaper. I was about to help myself to a whisky and soda when Bertha, her personal maid, knocked on the door and came in to inform me that Jennifer had changed her mind about which dress she was going to wear and so would not be downstairs for another twenty minutes. “Oh, very well, but please inform your mistress that we really should leave as soon as possible,” I said wearily and poured myself a stiff drink and settled back into my armchair. 'But, just a minute or two later, there was another knock on the door and Laura, the pretty new chambermaid, came in, She was a most attractive girl with black hair, big eyes and a saucy expression on her face. But her best features were her large breasts which pulsed against the thin, white cotton of her blouse… strongly that the outline of her nipples could be seen very clearly.

'“Good evening,” I said, finding it difficult to resist staring at these luscious, young bosoms. “Have you also a message for me?” 'She shook her head and provocatively stroked her hands over her breasts as she replied: “No, Sir, but I would like to ask you a favour. May I have next Tuesday afternoon off?” 'I wrinkled my brow in surprise and said: “What a strange question to ask me. Surely Mrs. Mutkin, our housekeeper, is the person you should speak to about such a matter.” '“Yes, sir, I know, but I don't think she would permit me to take a half-holiday unless either you or Lady Jennifer instructed her to do so,” she answered. Then she walked right up to me and went on: “I'd be ever so grateful, I really would.” 'I looked up at her and she passed her tongue slowly over her lips before she went on: “You like looking at my big titties, don't you, Sir Robert?

Well, how would you like to see them uncovered? I don't mind showing them to you.” 'The shameless, young hussy unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off, leaving only the covering of a thin chemise over the rounded swell of her enchanting bubbles. 'With a saucy glint in her eye, she said: “Your artist friend Mr. Truart is paying me half a guinea an hour to pose for him, but of course I wouldn't charge you any fee.” She slid the straps of her chemise down her arms and lowered the garment and I thrilled to the sight of her bare breasts that now jutted out proudly in all their glory. 'Laura's eyes travelled to the swelling bulge in my lap as I sat transfixed in my armchair. Her hand followed her eyes and, before I could utter a word of protest, she was on her knees and unbuttoning my trousers. The little minx freed my pulsating prick and planted a slurping, wet kiss on my knob as her hands slid up and down my shaft. 'Then, she looked up at me and gave me a merry wink before she leant and began licking my cock, slithering her tongue round my helmet, and sending the most delicious waves of pleasure surging round my body. My tool bulged in her cheek as she devoured me, sucking my shaft with gusto while I ran my hands through her glossy, dark hair. '“M'mm, what a nice juicy prick,” she gurgled as she took a deep breath. Then God knows how, she crammed inch after inch of my tool down her throat until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. 'Her tongue moved inside her mouth, rubbing lure, massaging there, and generally exciting me to tremendous heights of pleasure. She sucked away so noisily that I feared we would be discovered but I would have defied any red-blooded man to tell the girl to cease her exquisite palating.

'So Laura continued to suck my cock until I felt myself nearing my spend. I lifted her head gently upwards and pushed her down on the carpet. Then I hastily straddled her and squeezed her breasts tightly together. I hardly had time to place my bursting member in the vale between those soft, rounded hillocks before my spunk coursed out in a tremendous gush. I moved my shaft from one side to another, drenching her titties whilst she purred and rubbed the sticky, warm cream over her pert, raspberry nipples. 'We dressed quickly and Laura was out of the room by the time your aunt came down the stairs. Of course I promised her that I would speak to Mrs. Mutkin. Evidently, Mr.

Truart had offered to take her to the spring meeting at Exeter Racecourse if she could get the time off.' Uncle Robert downed his glass of port and gave a heavy sigh. 'When I confronted my old friend about this the next day, he did not deny that he was infatuated with the girl who he said was the most voluptuous lover he had ever bedded, and you can believe me, my boy, that was quite a compliment because Lionel Truart has fucked more girls than you've had hot dinners.' 'Did you ever have the chance to fuck Laura yourself?'

I enquired. Uncle shook his head sadly as he answered: 'Alas, I was never given the opportunity, for at the races, Mr. Truart gave Laura five pounds to wager on whatever mounts took her fancy. She backed the favourite in the first race which came in at seven to two and then, against Lionel's advice, she staked her winnings on a rank outsider at fourteen to one which obliged her by winning the race by a short head. Then, damn me if she didn't win yet again. To cut a long story short, by tea-time she had amassed winnings of more than one hundred and seventy pounds, and to cap it all, Lionel introduced her to a friend of his from London with whom Laura became extremely friendly. Within a week, she had handed in her notice, saying she had secured a position with this gentleman and I have not seen her since.

Until this afternoon, that is. I would know those magnificent breasts anywhere. Before I could reply, the Prince of Wales roared with laughter and banged on the table with the palm of his hand as he called for silence. 'Gentlemen, I would like to introduce to any of you who have not yet had the pleasure of meeting her, Miss Laura Macfarlane. During dinner this charming girl informed me that she was recently invited to the headquarters of the Ladies Mutual Aid Society, which Countess Olga Pettroff founded last year in Bayswater. With your permission, gentlemen, I would like to invite Miss Macfarlane to relate to us in uninhibited detail exactly what occurred when she visited this den of vice.' Naturally, no-one would gainsay the Prince even if they so wished, and, in any case, we were all keen to hear what was bound to be a bawdy tale. Sir Ronald Dunn poured Laura a glass of cognac which she sipped as she told us the following story.

It began when she was in London, performing some errands. She was just walking out of Fortnum and Mason's in Piccadilly, having given in the corsage watch which had been given her as a Christmas gift, to be repaired, when a well-dressed lady thrust an advertising leaflet into her hand. Laura continued: 'The sheet of paper gave an address of a mews house off Kendal Street and stated that Countess Olga Petroff of St Petersburg and Paris was forming a select club for respectable young women of modest means who wished to meet and engage in social intercourse with others of similar social standing whilst in London.

Any girl interested in joining the club was welcome to visit the establishment between ten o'clock and six o'clock on any Tuesday, Thursday or Friday at 69 Garden Mews, off Kendal Street.' 'A propitiously numbered address,' interjected Konrad Kochanski.

Laura smiled and continued: 'This all sounded quite appealing and, as I had some time on my hands, I took an omnibus and twenty minutes later I was standing outside the proposed club's headquarters.

'I rang the bell and an attractive maid opened the door. When I informed her of the purpose of my visit she showed me into a sumptuously furnished drawing-room and asked me to wait for a few minutes until Countess Olga was ready to see me. 'Left alone for the moment, I cast my eye about and noticed many pieces of small statuary around the room, all depicting various unclad girls and women. Perhaps I should have guessed there and then exactly what was going on, especially when I noticed the titles of some of the books in the small library cabinet, The Prima Dona, School Life in Paris, Lascivious Scenes in a Convent and other such rude books.

'However, I stayed and leafed through the pages of a periodical until the maid came in and asked me to follow her to Countess Olga's rooms. The Countess was waiting to welcome me and, speaking in perfect English, she poured me a glass of sherry and asked me to tell her all about myself. She scribbled a few notes on a sheet of paper and, when I had finished, she exclaimed: “My dear Laura, you are just the kind of girl we would like to join the Ladies Mutual Aid Society. Let me tell you a little more about our facilities. We have a moderately-priced kitchen which prepares light luncheons, teas and dinners whilst every Wednesday night we have a guest speaker to give informal talks on matters of topical importance. On every day except Sunday, the club is open and you may use the library, enjoy a game of cards or just sit quietly or engage in conversation with your friends.

But our pride and joy is the swimming pool we have constructed which I shall now show you.” 'As she rose, I happened to notice for the first time, the large nude painting of the Countess which adorned one of the walls. She was posed stretched out on white, rumpled sheets and the artist had brought out every detail of her body, even to a patch of curly, black hairs between her thighs and her pink-lipped cunney.

'“Ah, I see you are looking at my portrait,” said the Countess as she walked round from her seat. “It was painted by Minnie Ashe and I do think she did wonderfully well even though she flattered her subject!” 'Whilst I stood admiring the picture she joined me and, in a friendly manner, she slipped her arm around my waist and guided me to the door. We went through to a large room where the floor had been scooped out and a swimming pool had been laid. Splashing about in the pool was a beautiful, naked girl of about my own age. '“As we don't allow any men inside the premises, we are able to dispense with costumes,” the Countess said lightly. She called out to the lovely girl in the pool. “It's far nicer swimming in the nude, isn't it, Kitty?” '“Oh yes, it's absolutely divine,” agreed the girl as she swam over to us and pulled herself half out of the water, her breasts resting on the tiled floor as she added: “Do introduce me to this pretty girl, Olga.” '“Certainly, my dear,” beamed the Countess as six-looked at her wrist watch. “Kitty, this is Miss Laura Macfarlane – Laura, I would like you to meet Miss Kitty Philbrook. Now, would you both excuse me for fifteen minutes as I have a meeting with our Secretary Miss Sykes, to discuss our accounts. Incidentally, Laura is an acquaintance of several of our friends, Including Lord Laversham. I believe you have met the noble Lord unless I am much mistaken.'”

Laura paused here and giggled as she looked at him His face had coloured a deep red and he spluttered: 'I don't think there is any need to continue recounting this anecdote, Laura, no need at all.'

Sir Ronald Dunn attempted to soothe our host's fear and said: “Oh, come now, old chap. We're all men of the world round this table.

No-one will blab a word if your name is connected with some saucy goings-on. 'Of course not,' said the Prince of Wales with a hearty guffaw. 'Anyhow, I am sure that nothing uncomplimentary about you will pass Laura's lips.' 'Lord Laversham has no need to be concerned,' agreed Laura as she put down her goblet and continued her tale, saying: 'So I asked Kitty where she had met Lord Laversham and she replied: “Oh, where I work, actually, at Madame Parfait's Herbal Baths in Great Portland Street. He's one of my regular clients.” '“Really?” I said with interest. “And what is your work?” She looked at me and grinned as she answered: “I'm a masseuse, Laura, I rub down my clients with oils and smooth away all their aches and pains. Lord Laversham has been a regular customer of mine for the last six months and, as you would expect, he always has the de luxe treatment which includes a good sucking-off and a soixante neuf if preferred.” '“A soixante neuf!” I repeated in astonishment. “What has that to do with being massaged with oils?” '“Not a great deal,” she said with a pert chuckle. “Though can you think of a nicer way to ease away the cares of the day? However, I only offer this special service to a handful of well-heeled clients who pay handsomely for the privilege.” 'As I digested this information, Kitty said to me: “Laura, why don't you join me for a swim in this gorgeous, heated pool? One of the maids has just placed a pile of fresh towels in the changing room.” 'Well, it had been a hot day and the idea appealed to me even though I was somewhat shy at first to splash around in the nude, especially if anyone else come in.

Nevertheless, I disrobed in the changing room and stepped gingerly into the pool. Kitty had been telling nothing but the truth as the water was indeed nicely warm and we frolicked around gaily. Then, as I rested for a moment at the side of the pool, Kitty swam up to me and began rubbing my pussey with the palm of her hand. '“Let me give you one of my special massages,” she cooed in my ear. “I'm sure you will like it and will also be nice for me to give pleasure to a pretty girl instead of some randy man.” 'It was the first time any feminine fingers had toyed with my pussey and the sensation was frankly delicious although I did make a nominal protest. “You shouldn't really be doing that,” I murmured when Kitty caress my breasts and tweaked my nipples with one hand whilst with the other she began to rub my pussey in earnest. 'I however, was soon so fired up that the last traced of resistance vanished. Kitty started to murmur softly about how she wanted to stick her tongue inside my cunney and suck my clitty. I kissed her cheek and said, “That's all very well, but you can't eat my pussey in the water.” 'For a few quiet moments we stood grinning at each other like a pair of Cheshire cats, and I found myself gazing into this pretty girl's face whilst she studied me with a look of pure lust in her eyes. Then we hauled ourselves out of the pool and, after drying ourselves with the big bath towels, Kitty led me into Countess Olga's private changing room which was just big enough to accommodate a single bed on which were luxurious linen sheets. 'Running her wet tongue over her lips in anticipation, Kitty gently laid me down upon the bed and said: “Just look at our two little pussies, Laura. You have a beautifully dainty crack, darling, and what a fine contrast we make with your thatch of dark, curly hair and my soft, silky bush.” 'Then, with a smile, she fell upon me and our mouths meshed together as we kissed deeply, rubbing our titties and cunnies together in complete uninhibited abandon. The sensation of her gleaming, naked body pressing against my own heightened my desire still further and, when our nipples touched, tingling spasms of sheer delight passed from my breasts to my wet, pulsing pussey. '“Oh my, that's heavenly,” I gasped when Kitty began to stroke the insides of my thighs and she moved her tousled head down between my thighs to lick and lap along my crack. I wrapped my thighs around her neck and she tenderly opened the yielding love lips and slid her finger into the juicy tunnel of my soaking quim.

'I squirmed and giggled with delight as she found my swollen clitty and playfully nibbled it until I thought I would explode. But, just as I was about to spend, Kitty lifted herself up and, with the swiftness and grace of a gazelle, she twisted herself round and lowered her own pussey on to my face. I thrust my tongue into her rosy chink and we licked each other out in perfect unison until we reached gigantic peaks of orgasmic lust and spent profusely in each other's mouths. 'We lay entwined together on the bed and I closed my eyes and fell into a light sleep. However, I purred like a kitten when I felt Kitty's tongue sliding for a third time into my cunt, lewdly lapping all around the edges before thrusting it all the way in. I closed my eyes and let myself dissolve into a glorious feeling of lubricity as her tongue teased my clitty with long, rasping licks.

'I relaxed and tightened my thighs around her head, but then my eyes fluttered open when I heard a familiar voice say: “Please move over, Kitty, and let me fuck this sweet girl with my new toy.” 'I gasped in astonishment as I saw none other than Countess Olga Petroff standing over us. She was stark naked and I could not but admire the superb jutting spheres of her breasts, which though smaller than mine, were tipped with large, dusky, coral nipples. Her pubic bush was of a thick, curly fleece but her pussey was partly hidden by a leather belt she was wearing around her waist. At the front it had attached to it a polished, black mahogany object, shaped exactly like a giant, erect cock. '“Laura, you will let me fuck you, my dear girl?” begged the Countess. 'I promise you that you'll enjoy it more than any rough male affair.” 'I had never heard of a strap-on member, although I have since read about such instruments in a book by Doctor Lewis, which I have discovered. I was curious to know if it could provide anything like the satisfaction afforded by a sturdy, stiff prick, yet at the same time, I was slightly hesitant about the idea of being poked by another woman in this fashion. 'Kitty sensed my apprehension and assured me that I had nothing to fear, saying: “This particular ladies' comforter was fashioned from a cast made from the cock of General Goldstone of the West Oxfordshire Regiment, one of the best endowed men in the entire British Army. I have heard it said that several rich ladies possess copies of this noted military prick, carved in ivory at a famous manufactory in Paris.” 'Very well then, I'll give it a try,' I said as the Countess climbed on top of me and I spread my legs to enable her to insert her the tip of the penis between my pussey lips. She parted the lips of my pussey with her fingers and slid an inch or so of the wooden cock which was certainly far from unpleasant! I wrapped my legs around her waist and locked my ankles together as she leaned backwards and forwards, making the imitation prick slide in and out of my juicy love channel. I gurgled with pleasure and urged the Countess on. It took her only a little while to get the right rhythm and, once she did, the dildo gave me great sensations. Every time she pistoned it inside me, it rubbed against my clitty and, at the end of each thrust, I could feel sparks throughout my body. My cunny was soon disgorging a flood of love juices as I spent over and over again. Then the Countess asked me if I would like to strap on the dildo and fuck Kitty with it. At first I demurred but then Kitty said eagerly: 'Oh yes, please-do, Laura. Come to think of it, I've been fucked three times by General Goldstone in the flesh at Madame Parfait's, and it will be interesting to see what differences I can feel between his actual prick and this imitation.'

Lord Laversham stroked his moustache and enquired whether she obliged Kitty as requested. Laura smiled as she replied: 'Oh yes, and I must admit I rather enjoyed fucking the lovely girl. It gave me a sense of power having a cock mounted between my legs. However, whilst playing around with the Countess and Kitty made me feel randy, I still maintain that nothing beats sucking a sinewy stiff cock and then being lucked by it!' 'So you decided not to join the ladies Mutual Aid Society,' observed Uncle Robert. Laura shook her head and said: 'Oh but I did and I have visited the club several times since that initial visit. I still prefer being fucked by a man but the sensation of being frigged by a female makes a change when I'm in the mood.' She looked around the table and went on: 'I'm sure other girls here will agree with my.” 'Well let us find out,' said the Prince of Wales, rising from his chair, and we followed His Royal Highness into the drawing-room where the other girls awaited us. There, Laura repeated her story and asked the other female guests whether they would be interested in sampling the delights afforded by the Ladies Mutual Aid Society. Sally put down her cup of coffee on the table and said thoughtfully: 'The idea has some appeal and I for one would keep an open mind on the subject, although I cannot believe that tribadism could rival the benefits of a hot, throbbing tool in my cunt, for that's a joy I doubt can be bettered. Still, I would like to find this out for myself so please do give me the address of this fascinating establishment.' 'I do so agree with you, darling,' said Marcia as she motioned with her hand for me to sit in between herself and Sally on the sofa. 'Between consenting adults I do not see why anything that is physically possible should be regarded as unnatural. I have little experience in intra-feminine amours. Since this evening, the last time was at least six months ago when I was taking part in a tableau vivant at Lady Marguerite Palatine's town house in Chelsea.' Konrad Kochanski pricked up his ears at the name of this famed Society beauty. Lady Marguerite Palatine? I simply cannot believe there can be a hidden tribadic side to her nature,' he exclaimed. Sir Ronald Dunn concurred with this view. 'Nor can I, Konrad, nor can I. I would not want to spread gossip about a lady, but it is hardly a secret that since Sir Thomas left his wife to tour his Canadian estates, Marguerite has entertained several gentlemen at the Palantine town house in Redclilfe Gardens.' 'Well, you can hardly blame her,' Uncle Robert grunted as he sat down next to Penny on a chaise longue. 'As I understand it, since their marriage Sir Thomas has had great difficulty in getting a stand and Marguerite was lucky if she was fucked more than once a month by her husband. It was with his blessing that she began to look elsewhere for intimate comforts.

'I don't blame her, old chap,' said Sir Ronald with a hoarse laugh. 'After all, a fellow at my club informed me that why Tommy Palatine encouraged young chappies to fuck his wife was because he actually enjoyed seeing her poked by other men. Yes it takes all sorts, you know.' He swung round to Marcia and said: 'So you are saying that the lovely Marguerite also consoles herself with female lovers?' Marcia shrugged her shoulders and answered: 'I can't speak in general terms about this lady's sexual preferences, but after what happened between us, I am quite certain that she would be interested in visiting the Ladies Mutual Aid Society. 'Sally, Penny and myself had arrived at Radcliffe Gardens in the afternoon to rehearse our scenes. Everything went well until Sally and Penny went off to take tea and I was left alone naked on the stage, trying out some new dance steps. But, as I crossed the stage to get my robe, I slipped and banged my knee on a bedpost. I cried out and Lady Marguerite, who had just entered the room, came running towards me.

'Oh you poor girl, are you all right?' she asked, as she helped me to my feet and, throwing my arm around her neck, she helped me hobble over to the bed. 'Yes I'll be fine,' I said but Lady Marguerite insisted I lie down on the bed whilst she gave me a massage. Before I had time to reply, she was on her knees in front of me, massaging my legs and I could feel her hands sliding higher and higher until her fingertips were rubbing against the insides of my thighs. To be candid, I found this most pleasant and I made no objection when her fingers lightly grazed the pouting lips of my pussey. 'Then Marguerite suddenly switched her attention to my breasts. She slid her hands around my creamy, soft globes and said 'My dear girl, what truly delicious titties you have, such a strong, raspberry colour and they're so nice and firm to the touch.' 'I smiled my appreciation at this compliment as her busy hands continued to squeeze my bosoms and then her fingers trailed down over my tummy and into my silky, auburn bush as she whispered: 'Spread your legs a little wider, my darling, and I'll give you an extra-special treat.' 'This combination of flattery and the intense tingling sensation which was spreading all over my body made it impossible for me to do nothing more than purr quietly as I obeyed her command. 'I closed my eyes and shuddered with pleasure as I felt lady Marguerite's wicked fingers pirouetting around the folds of my pussey, but I was now already so heated that, as her forefinger slid into my moistening love channel and began tickling my clitty, I achieved a little spend almost at once and I could hear her breathing heavily with excitement. 'Now we lost all pretence of restraint and she kissed me with a fiery passion as she swiftly undressed and climbed over me so that our breasts rubbed together and I could feel her fleecy, black curls brush against my own glossy thatch as she cleverly positioned herself so that our clitties touched every time she pushed her hips forward.' At this point Marcia paused and giggled as she slipped her hand down on to the bulge in my lap and said: 'Oooh, what a big boner, Master Henry! And I would wager that all the other gentlemen are sporting similar hard-ons. What is there about a tribadic tale that so excites you boys?' I was saved from answering this question when Sally picked up one of the new Kodak Brownie cameras from the floor and rising from her seat she said: 'Marcia, I would think that they are in just the right state for us to take some photographs for our collection.'

'Quite so,' agreed Marcia and with a sparkle in her eyes she went on: 'Come now, gentleman. Drop your trousers and prepare to be snapped by Sally's Brownie.' Alas, I need more ink and the nib of my pen is running dry. Sadly, it is now one o'clock in the morning and I have to see Dr Muttley tomorrow. Tomorrow, I shall also have my next lesson with Lizzie Dickerson. What more is there to learn I wonder? It occurred to me on the drive back to school that I can't very well let Sir Robert see this diary without giving Lizzie away so I fear I must forfeit my camera.

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