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

She smiled and continued: 'Oh, I am pleased you enjoyed it. Don't think too badly of me because I sucked Lord George Lucas's cock after Sir Andrew Stuck had fucked me.' 'Good grief, of course not, Gillian, why, so long as you had no objection I must confess here and now that if a lovely girl came into the room and asked me to fuck her, I would have no compunction about obliging her.' 'Really, Rupert?

You are not just saying that to make me feel less guilty after telling you how free I was with my favours that night?' 'No, honestly, darling, I'm doing nothing of the kind,' I assured her in all truthfulness, though I wondered why she wanted to lead the conversation in this very personal direction. 'Why on earth shouldn't a girl let herself go once in a while just in the same way a man can without being labelled as anything but a chip off the old block.'

'Why indeed, Rupert, but there is such an overwhelming prejudice against women enjoying themselves in bed that even though I surmised you were not so blockheadedly chauvinistic about this matter, I wanted to make sure before imparting any information about a party being held at the aptly named Oxford Playhouse on Saturday night. I've been invited and told I may bring a friend but I didn't want to mention any thing to you until I was sure that you wouldn't be stuffy about it.'

'Who's throwing the party? Is it town or gown?' I asked, more than a mite puzzled by this little speech. She smiled and replied: 'Neither really, my love, it's for the cast of A Nice Little Stroll Does You Good which has been running at the theatre for the last two weeks before it transfers to Birmingham and then on to the Holborn Empire In London. The show is one of Mrs. Susan Moser's lush musical comedies and the impressario, Mr. Louis Segal, is so pleased with the reviews it's attracted in the provincial papers so far that he is putting on this party for the cast and some friends. You might know that he often tries out his productions in out of town theatres before spending a lot of money putting on a show in the West End.

'But you see, I've been invited because one of Sir Andrew Stuck's hobbies is to invest in theatrical productions, and he is one of the major backers of A Nice Little Stroll Does You Good, and all four of the girls who were at Lord George Lucas's birthday party are in the chorus and naturally they will also be at the party. But if their presence or Andrew being there would bother you, then I'm quite happy to go on my own.' 'For heaven's sake, that won't be necessary, you silly goose. We are both free agents and can live our lives as we alone wish to live them.' She puckered up her lips and planted a kiss on my cheek. As she snuggled up to me I felt her relax, but moments later we were disturbed by a soft knocking on the door.

'Who is it?' asked Gillian with an unconcerned yawn. It's Chrissie,' came the whispered reply. 'May I come in, please?' I looked questioningly at Gillian's naked body. Hadn't we better make ourselves decent?' There is no need, Chrissie is a very close friend and to be frank I've discovered her in a similar position more than once so it hardly matters one way or the other if she now sees me in a state of undress in bed with my lover.' 'Come in, Chrissie,' she called out and the door opened to reveal a tall, dark-haired girl dressed in a short tennis dress. Her willowy figure was capped by an attractively pert face with bright brown eyes which matched her long tresses of soft hair falling down in ringlets to her shoulders.

'Chrissie, meet Rupert Mountjoy; Rupert, this is Miss Chrissie Nayland-Hunt, one of the three girls who shares this house with me.'

I heaved myself to a more upright position, but our visitor said with a twinkle in her eye: 'A pleasure to meet you, Rupert. Please don't get up, it looks as if you have had a tiring afternoon.'

'He has performed splendidly, Chrissie, and it is truly a serendipitous coincidence that you have joined us at this time. We were just discussing some intimate matters and I don't think it's more than five minutes ago that Rupert declared that so long as I have no objection-and I have none as far as you are concerned-he would happily oblige any pretty girl who desired the thrill of his stiff cock in her cunney ' 'Is this true, Rupert?' enquired this scrumptious lass as she came in and sat on the bed. 'Let me see for myself what exactly you have to offer.' And before I could say or do anything more she pulled the covers off my side of the bed and exposed my dormant but still swollen shaft which was in a state of half limber. She took hold of my prick and commented: 'Gillian, you must have really extracted great pleasure from this fine instrument.' 'I have indeed, Chrissie, along with a copious amount of hot, frothy, masculine seed,' agreed my pretty bedmate. 'Would you care to take your pleasure with Rupert? He is a true gentleman and though his cock must be somewhat fatigued after our strenuous exertions, I am sure that with a little assistance this fine organ will be capable of rising to the occasion.' Perhaps I should have been angered by Gillian's cool suggestion to her friend which took no account of my feelings about whether or not I wanted to fuck Chrissie, though to be fair I had been hoist by my own petard through my rash remark about happily obliging any girl etc, etc, the words of which Gillian had glibly repeated to the newcomer. Anyhow, Chrissie looked simply ravishing in her skimpy white tennis dress which set off her long dark tresses and large brown eyes and only a confirmed homosexualist would have failed to have been aroused by her sensuous pulchritude. So I raised no objection when Chrissie leaned forward and proceeded to take my penis in her smooth, soft hands, resting her forearms on my belly and thighs. As Gillian had forecast, it needed little further encouragement for it immediately began to swell to its fullest extent under her warm touch. She cupped my ballsack in one hand and lightly ran the fingers of the other along the bright blue veins of my distended love truncheon. 'Master John Thomas looks to be well on the road to recovery, but to make sure I'd best give him the kiss of life,' she murmured and I gave a huge grin of approval as she leaned forward and took my throbbing tool between her ruby lips, teasing my knob against the roof of her, mouth. Ripples of ecstasy flowed out from my delighted stiffstander as her darting tongue moved to and fro along the thick shaft and I closed my eyes and lay back, totally engulfed in the exquisite sensations which were now washing all over my body. Frankly, I sometimes wonder whether being sucked off isn't even more pleasurable than actually fucking though I suppose it depends upon one's mood and the skills of one's partner. Certainly Chrissie was a fellatrix par excellence and as she licked the tip of my cock I felt my balls begin to tighten and fill with jism. Chrissie sensed this and for a moment took her sweet lips away. Then with a wicked smile she returned to the fray, stroking her tongue along the underside of my cock, making it ache with excitement as I jerked my body upwards and thrust frenziedly into her oral orifice. She squeezed her hand around the base of my prick, sucking it even harder and this exquisite sensation sent me to paradise. But I could contain myself for only a short while longer and I let out a short, sharp cry of despair as my lusty young prick pulsed in her mouth and I jetted spurt after spurt of creamy white semen full into her adorable mouth. She managed to suck in and swallow every last drop of my libation, licking all round my knob to take up the final sticky dribbles of jism.

She raised her head and looking me squarely in the eye said mischievously: 'Well, that was a truly delicious hors d'oeuvre, Rupert, but now how about the main course? I'm glad to see that your cock's still quite hard, can you keep it up whilst I undress?'