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

But though he had earlier told me that he was going to spend the rest of the afternoon trying to sleep off his cold, his bed was empty, though the eiderdown had been thrown back and the bedclothes were ruffled. I was about to leave when suddenly I heard a low moan coming from behind the closed door of his bathroom. Oh dear, I hope Frank isn't feeling really ill, I thought as I marched across the room and flung open the bathroom door with a theatrical flourish. I needn't have concerned myself! For there was Frank, sitting in the large bath of warm water-not moaning with pain but with passion for with him in the water was Nancy, our young maidservant, who was lathering his erect penis which stood up out of the water like the periscope of a submarine. They were so engrossed in their sexual play that they did not realise that I was there. Nancy got up on her knees and her succulent large breasts jiggled invitingly, which made my balls tingle and my prick stir in my pants. She now rinsed Frank's enormous erection with water and said: 'Now it looks really nice and clean, doesn't it? Let me see if it tastes as good as it looks.'

His eyes closed in ecstasy, Frank leaned back and arched his back up slightly as this time Nancy washed his shiny round knob with her slithering tongue as Frank cupped her big breasts in his hands. Well, the sight of this gorgeous creature holding Frank's shaft whilst she sucked his cock drove me wild and my fingers began to tear wildly at my trouser buttons so that I could release my own stiffstander, which was threatening to burst through the thin material of my flannels. My hand flew to my trusty tool and I wanked away frantically as Nancy now pulled out the plug. As the water level fell, I could see Frank snake out his right arm and plunge his fingers directly into her slippery pussey. Nancy looked up at me through her half-open eyes which widened to their full extent as she gave a tiny scream. 'Oh, Frank, Frank, someone's come in!' Frank woke up from his delightful reverie in alarm but as soon as he saw that the uninvited guest who had caught him in flagrante delicto was none other than his old chum from St Lionel's his face creased into a grin. 'Not to worry, Nancy, why, it's only Rupert Mountjoy. He and I are best pals and we do everything together. All for one and one for all and all that nonsense.' She considered this for a moment and said: 'You do, do you? Well, in that case Rupert, why don't you stop rubbing your own cock and let me do it for you once Frank has fucked me with his tremendous tadger?' Here we go again, I thought, for readers of my earlier diaries will note how often I have had to grind my teeth whilst a girl hymns a paean of praise to Frank's gigantic member!

However, I proceeded to shed my clothes whilst Nancy and Frank climbed out of the bath and dried themselves with the huge bathtowels Frank's Mama, Lady Folkestone, had packed for him in his valise when he left home for the Varsity. Nancy and Frank now exchanged a series of slurping kisses and his hands massaged her breasts as her hips swayed in hypnotic rhythm. I cupped my hand over her hairy pussey, rubbing the exposed, erect clitty with my middle finger. But she pushed my hand aside to press in Frank's bulbous bell-end between her cunney lips. She drew about two inches of his thick, meaty shaft inside her cunt and this was enough to drive her insane with desire.

Arching her back, she raised herself on tiptoes, forcing more of his prick inside her as she grasped my own iron-hard rod in her right hand. 'I want more of this cock in me-all the way,' she groaned as his fat shaft slid out of her slippery pussey and flopped against her belly. Still holding my cock tightly in her fist, she turned her back to Frank and leaned over the bath, offering her chubby little bottom to him. He parted the peachlike bum cheeks and she turned round and said: 'Frank, don't go up my arse, there's a good boy. I'd be frightened that you'd rend me in two with that mighty tool of yours.'

'Have no fear-I'll only ream out your cunney,' assured Frank as he shoved his truncheon in the inviting cleft between her buttocks and entered her cunt from behind. Nancy pushed her hips back as he plunged his prick all the way into her sopping slit. I watched her hips rotate in a sensuous circular motion as she enjoyed this grand doggie-style fucking. I saw Frank's cock slew in and out of her hot, juicy cunt and Nancy's hand shot up and down my own boner which triggered off my orgasm and my cock unleashed a fountain of sticky white jism that arced across the bath and splashed against the wall. The lewd girl came at the same time as Frank, who sent a gush of warm spunk deep into her cunney, and she came with a full-throated scream of pleasure as her love juices flowed down her thighs. 'How about letting me fuck you now?' I asked Nancy as, although my cock had lost some of its stiffness, my still enlarged shaft was still swinging heavily between my legs. 'I'd love to, Mister Rupert, but honestly I don't have the time. I'm late as it is and I've still got to clean up the bathroom,' she replied with what appeared to be genuine regret in her voice. Naturally, after we dressed ourselves we helped Nancy finish her work and I saw Frank slip a sovereign in her hand as she left the room. 'She didn't ask for anything,' he explained as the door closed behind her, 'but yesterday Nancy told me about how she is saving up for a new dress this Christmas and I thought I would help her out.' 'Very generous, I'm sure,' I commented, 'But actually I thought you were down with a bad cold and wouldn't be going to Doctor Blayers' party tonight.' 'I am suffering from a chill though I feel much better after that fuck with Nancy. But I don't think I'll risk going out in the night air, Rupert, if you don't mind. You don't need me to hold your hand there, do you? No, I'll stay in this evening and think of you enjoying yourselves with all those pretty girls.'

Thank you, Frank, and certainly I don't need you to hold my hand-or anything else for that matter! But I'll certainly be thinking of you wrapped up in bed all on your own.' Frank flashed a wicked smile. 'Wrapped up, yes but not alone for too long, old boy, for after she's finished her chores, Nancy's promised to tuck me up for the night!' I rolled my eyes upwards-there had been no stopping Frank Folkestone ever since Diana and Cecily had first allowed him to cram his cock into their cunnies. 'Bye then, I'll see you tomorrow,' I said as I waved my farewell, thinking that at least Frank's absence might well provide an opportunity for Barry Jacobs to begin his rites of passage. The messenger returned just as I was about to take a shower to wash away the perspiration from what had just taken place in Frank's bathroom. As expected, Doctor Blayers was disappointed that Frank could not come to his gathering and wished him a speedy recovery, but was delighted that I had procured a substitute at the last minute as he believed in keeping even the numbers of young men and women at his soirees. I decided to take down this note to Barry as it would put him at ease, knowing that he would be genuinely welcomed at the reception. So slipping on a dressing gown, I popped downstairs to his room, and would you believe it, who should be with him when I opened the door which had been left slightly ajar but the voluptuous Nancy. They were entwined together naked on the bed, kissing mouth to mouth as Barry's hand was squeezing her full breasts and she pulled her hand up and down his twitching staff. 'Ahem, we meet again, Nancy,' I said and the shameless minx looked up and grinned saucily, saying: 'Oh fuck, I thought I hadn't closed the door properly. Be a love, Mister Rupert, and shut it firmly behind you.'

I couldn't help laughing as I obeyed her request and I said: 'Do carry on, don't mind me.' 'Fine,' she said, her fist wrapped round Barry's prick as she moved her hand up and down in regular stroking motions. 'Is that nice, Barry? I'll rub your cock a little harder if you like.' 'Yes please, Nancy, rub a little harder and put your other hand on my balls, move your fingers further back, still further, ahhh, that's wonderful, truly wonderful.' She obliged him and rubbed his shaft at a faster pace until with a hoarse cry he spent, and great globs of frothy, creamy spunk shot out from the top of his purple helmet. 'You're a busy young lady,' I observed as Nancy twisted her body off the bed and bent down to slip on her knickers.