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

Allan and Michael chorused their agreement and so I kissed the two girls goodbye and walked back slightly unsteadily to my quarters.

But after a brief rest, dear reader, at the third time of trying I finally managed to find my way to the library where I spent the rest of the afternoon with my nose to the grindstone! But no, I cannot conclude these memoirs with an economy of truth! I did take a ten minute break at four o'clock to see if the girls had stayed with Allan and Michael. I left my books and papers on the library desk and made my way up to Michael Beattie's rooms. I thought I could hear some familiar sounds but as I discovered as I tried slowly to turn the handle of his door, he had taken the sensible precaution of locking the happy group out of sight of prying eyes. Now if he reads this manuscript, Mike Beattie will discover for the first time, that what went on that afternoon did not go unseen! For as I cursed Mike for being so careful, who should I meet on the landing but Nancy, who had also been drawn to the scene by the muffled cries and giggles that emanated from (as he is now entitled to be known, having joined the Scots Guards after graduation) Major Beattie's bedroom.

Carefully, she unlocked the door with her skeleton key and I pushed the door slightly ajar so that we could see inside-and what we saw was worth the effort we had made to view the lewd girls and boys!

Allan Campbell lay sprawled naked but hors de combat on the carpet, fast asleep, with his prick dangling over his left thigh as he lay dead to the world. But Mike Beattie was obviously made of sterner stuff for he was engaged in an interesting situation with Beth and Esme on the bed. Beth was on her back and Esme was lying on top of her so that the two girls' tummies and titties were pressed together with Esme's legs stretched out to encompass her friend's limbs. But behind her, Mike had climbed up and Nancy and I saw him guide his thick cock in the crevice between Esme's luscious buttocks. 'Is he fucking her up the bum or in her cunney?' whispered Nancy as the broad shouldered Scot eased his knob into one of Esme's orifices. Mike unknowingly answered her question by groaning aloud: 'Esme, what a lovely juicy cunney you have, my prick is sliding into it like a knife through butter. And as he fucked her from behind, Esme sucked upon Beth's erect rosy titties as she pushed a thigh up against the blonde girl's pussey and began to rub it sensually against her silky fleece.

Their gentle caresses rapidly acquired an urgency as the lusty Mr.

Beattie slewed his sturdy prick in and out of Esme's moist, yielding love channel and in turn she sucked furiously upon Beth's firm nipples, all the while massaging those divinely full high breasts.

'Oooh! I've come!' squawked Esme. 'You lucky girl-then may I have Mike's cock inside me to finish me off?' Beth responded.

'Certainly you may, and I'm sure Mike has no objection,' said Esme graciously and she wriggled off her friend to let the handsome young Scot mount Beth and place the tip of his glistening cock inside her. 'Aaaah! That's the ticket-slide all your fat prick inside me!' cried Beth as she raised her hips sharply to meet his initial thrust, forcing more of his shaft inside her, though it slid out as she fell back on the pillow. On stiffened arms, he teased her cunney by only inserting a couple of inches of his sizeable length but then with a growl he drove down and she took in the entire veiny staff as their pubic hairs entwined together. She wrapped her legs around his waist as Esme kindly slid a pillow under her hips to intensify the pressure of his cock against her pubes. Beth thrashed around, caught up in a wild ecstasy as she spent again and again before Mike's body went rigid and he trembled all over before releasing his flow of sticky white love cream. Esme now re-entered the fray by pulling Mike off and rubbing his twitching tool between her hands until she was satisfied that it stood as high and firm as before he shot his load. Then rolling him upon his back, she straddled him and with a single downwards motion impaled herself upon his throbbing tool.

With long, lingering strokes she slid her hungry pussey up and down the towering pole and Mike used one hand to play with Esme's breasts and the other to continue to finger-fuck Beth's cunney as she lay with her legs wide open, crooning with glee as sparks of excitement from her big spend continued to excite her. At this point Nancy and I closed the door quietly and the little minx squeezed my cock which, as may well be imagined, was bulging out from my trousers. Time for a quickie?' she suggested but I knew that I had to decline. However, I did not give the real reason for my decision not to slip into an empty bedroom with her, but said in as regretful a tone as I could muster: 'Oh Nancy, I'd adore fucking you but we won't have enough time to make love as fully as you deserve. Come to my room later this evening and we'll be able to relax and make love without having to keep one eye on the clock.' This satisfied the sweet girl though I knew that my cock needed a longer rest from all this frenetic activity. Still, after several years engagement in a similar routine, I can report that despite the warnings of certain jealous gentlemen, it is still in fine fettle and shows no sign of wear and tear! ENVOI Here I conclude this account of my first term at my old alma mater. But I will pen a frank, uncensored narrative of my further adventures with Chrissie, Beth and some new girls and boys who were to cross my path during my stay midst the dreaming spires of Oxford. Gad! How lucky I was to have enjoyed the company of such a merry and uninhibited crew during these formative years. My thanks to them and finally of course to you, dear reader, who I sincerely hope has enjoyed reading my recollections of what some prudes might call a misspent youth. But I don't regret a single day of the time spent at the Varsity, especially (as was not always the case afterwards as will be seen in my next volume of intimate memoirs) as I dallied with impunity so many times in beds which were not my own without any unfortunate consequences. Till then, au revoir. to be continued