Rupert Mountjoy - The Intimate Memoirs of an Edwardian Dandy, vol.II

I don't mind telling you that I was a little shocked but as I said just before, we were all quite riddley from the champagne which was flowing like water. 'Anyhow, Lord George sat on the Chesterfield and as quick as a flash he had the four girls piled on top of him.

Pippa and Lucy held down his legs whilst Carrie and Suzanne pinioned his arms, though to be truthful I can't say that our birthday boy struggled overmuch against the overpowering odds! “Gillian, I need your help,” cried out Carrie, who was a real stunning girl of no more than twenty at the most blessed with an exquisitely rounded figure and an extremely pretty face with deep blue eyes set off by long dark lashes, a full mouth and a brilliant set of pearly teeth. I hurried across and took her place, holding down Lord George's left arm against the soft leather upholstery. '“Are you going to feed him some birthday cake, girls?” laughed Roland Phillips, one of the other gay young blades who along with my escort Sir Andrew Stuck and the other men, was watching this little game unfold from the comfort of an armchair. “In good time he might be given something to eat,” replied Carrie, unpinning her long tresses of light, gold-tinted auburn hair, “but first I want to find out how hungry he is.” And to my astonishment she pulled open the flap of Lord George's trousers and proceeded to unbutton his flies! '“I say, steady on, Carrie, old girl,” he protested but I noticed that he did not struggle overmuch when the lovely girl tugged down his trousers and Pippa and Lucy (two lissome blonde beauties) had only to hold his legs steady whilst in one dextrous movement Carrie removed the offending garment. Along with the other girls I looked with great interest at the wisps of black pubic hair which were showing over the waistband of his drawers which had been slightly pulled down in the Melee and I could see his erect boner practically tearing through the fine monogrammed silk material of his aristocratic underpants! Carrie yanked these off with a whoop of joy. His rigid rod sprang up to attention and Pippa grabbed it in her fist and pumped her hand up and down with a squeal of delight.

'“Hold on there, you'll make him spend if you're not careful,” warned Carrie who was now on her feet and busy unhooking her dress.

“Oh, I'm terribly sorry,” said Pippa, removing her hand immediately.

“George, you be a good boy and wait for Carrie, do you hear?” Carrie shucked off her clothes very quickly and she flaunted her gorgeous naked body in front of us. She smoothed her hands across her magnificent swelling breasts which were round and firm and topped with large, stubby nipples. The pure whiteness of her belly was accentuated by a bushy mound of curly auburn hair through which I could just perceive the outline of her crack. Her luscious charms appealed to the other men too and I could see Roland and Andrew's trouser fronts bulge as they gawped in awe at this delicious nude apparition. But it was poor Lord George who was given the most tantalising view as Carrie began to writhe sensuously in front of him. She knelt down and let her bare breasts dangle in front of his face and then straddled him so that the tip of his straining shaft just touched her soft pussey hair.

She leaned down and gave a swift series of butterfly kisses upon his blue-veined length and by now the perspiration was pouring down his forehead as he frantically tried to free himself from his captors.

However, he was no match for four strapping girls and soon he was almost weeping with frustration. '“I think he's hungry enough for you now, Carrie,” smiled Suzanne and our prisoner spluttered: “Hungry enough? I'm bloody starving!” '“Come on Carrie, it is his birthday,” shouted Andrew and the gorgeous girl nodded as she climbed over George, rolling all over him and rubbing her superb titties in his face before taking hold of his enormous erection in her hand. Then she lifted herself up and sticking her bum up in the air she sat down hard on his stiffstander which slid all the way into her slit as her buttocks bounced against his thighs. She purred contentedly as she screwed herself from side to side on his bursting cock and then she began to ride her mount like a jockey on a thoroughbred. I could see his rigid rod flash in and out of her juicy cunney and then George arched his back and jetted a copious gush of spunk as she enjoyed her own climax, uninhibitedly screaming out her delight. 'She nimbly swung her legs round and jumped off her exhausted lover and Pippa piped up: “Who's next to give George a birthday present?” Andrew heaved himself up from his chair and looking at Lord George's limp prick he suggested that some girl might like to bring back this exhausted tool to life. Well, Rupert, my blood was up from watching Carrie in action and so I must admit to you that I volunteered for the job. Carrie took my place, although we hardly needed to keep hold of our victim who appeared a little hors de combat after his vigorous fuck, even though Carrie had done much of the work. 'I began by running my tongue along his hairy ballsack and then slowly I licked the soft length which was still wet from Carrie's spendings. This soon had the desired effect and his prick gradually swelled up until I found it difficult to accommodate its throbbing thickness between my lips. So I went back to his scrotum and kissed his sweet nuts whilst I gently rubbed his strong, sinewy shaft with my hand. I took my time and his cock and balls received a prolonged salivating which made him groan in ecstasy. When I had sucked up his sabre-curved cock to its fullest erection, I reached behind him and inserted a moistened fingertip into his bottom hole. With my other hand I cupped his tightening ballsack and set up a rhythmic motion, bobbing my head up and down in time with my finger. As I now know, there is not a man in the whole wide world who can resist a good gobble and I only had to squeeze his balls two or three times before he rolled his hips and sent thick wads of creamy, hot spunk down my throat. To the applause of the other guests, I eagerly swallowed his spend which tasted slightly sweeter than Andrew's sperm.' 'Did you then let him fuck your dear little cunt?' I asked breathlessly, reaching down to stroke her damp pussey. 'Certainly not,' she retorted sharply, 'don't forget it was only an hour or two earlier that evening I had first had any prick penetrate my pussey. If I was to be fucked again, it would only be by Andrew Stuck, the man who had so carefully and considerately taken my unwanted virginity.' I apologised profusely for my hasty remark which Gillian gracefully accepted in the nicest way possible-by opening her legs and letting me rub her dampening slit whilst she took hold of my burgeoning boner and the next thing I knew I was looking down at her and my sturdy prick was being guided between Gillian's welcoming pussey lips. She whimpered and closed her legs around my waist to hold me tight as she began that rapid rippling contraction of her cunney muscles which so excited me.

This was to be no slow, lingering fuck for we were both urgent in our needs and as I thrust into her again and again she rose to meet me with equal vigour. Great gasps swept through our bodies and she cried out: 'Rupert, Rupert, I'm spending, you big cocked boy! I'm spending, shoot your spunk inside me!'. It was an easy command to obey for already I could feel the first spurt of milky cream forcing its way along my pulsing prick. This was shortly followed by another as I discharged a powerful stream of sperm and Gillian's own juices flowed liberally in response. She seized tight hold of me and we fucked away quite uncontrollably, writhing and twisting on the bed until we were both totally drained. As we lay there entwined in each other's arms, panting and sucking in great gulps of air, we were so overcome that neither of us could speak for a while as we shared our post-fuck fatigue. Gillian was the first to recover her senses and she said: 'What a simply marvellous bout of love-making. I came at least three times, Rupert, you have such a clever cock.' Thank you very much,' I said modestly, though like all men I was delighted to be complimented upon my performance. 'But any credit must be equally shared with your divine cunney and I suppose the wonderfully lewd account of your rite of passage also helped stir my imagination.'