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

Who is that?' 'Why Diana Wigmore, of course! Yes, she wrote to me about you as soon as she knew that we would both be going up to Oxford together this year. Don't blush, Rupert, she only said nice things about you and your sturdy instrument, which since her tuition you now know how to play to good effect! As soon as you told me your name I thought to myself, it must be fate that has brought us together so quickly.' Whilst I digested this not unwelcome information, Beth asked: Tell me about Barry Jacobs-has he any experience in the art of love-making or like most boys of your years is he still virgo intacto?' 'Barry is still untested,' I admitted candidly, but I know he is not totally inexperienced and would give anything to enjoy the full delights of l'amour.' 'Well, he may well be in luck,' declared Beth, 'for my friend Esme is also possessed of a highly active libido, so let me inform her as to the situation and find out if she also wishes to besport herself tonight. In my opinion Esme will relish the idea of initiating Barry into manhood. Look how well they are getting on together. Oh yes, I am almost certain that your chum will be soon able to divest himself of his tiresome state of virginity. 'It would be rather fun to watch these rites of passage,' she added thoughtfully. 'Do you think your friend would mind forking out for rooms at a local hostelry? An acquaintance of mine in her second year here says that the owner of The Cat and Pigeons, one Mr. Thomas Waterbrick, can be trusted to be totally discreet upon payment of a gold sovereign.' 'Barry would gladly take every available room in Mr. Waterbrick's hotel in these circumstances,' I laughed. 'Super, that's settled then-I will have words with Esme and confirm that she will be happy to fall in with our plans.' As Beth had confidently forecast, Esme was more than pleased with our lewd ideas and as for Barry, when I told him how he was about to fuck his first girl, his eyes sparkled and of course he was more than glad to stump up the necessary cash for rooms at The Cat and Pigeons after the party. 'Can we go soon?' he asked eagerly. 'I say old boy, I can't wait to fuck Esme.' 'Steady on, Barry, it would be very rude if we left too early- anyhow, let's get our strength up and tuck into some of that delicious looking food on the buffet table whilst Beth telephones Mr. Water-brick to book our rooms,' I said, though in truth I was also champing at the bit and could hardly wait for the time when I could sweep the soft, willing body of Beth into my arms.

However, the party was most enjoyable and we met some interesting new fellow students as we ate and drank the beautifully prepared refreshments provided. Doctor Blayers was somewhat of a connoisseur of wines and we imbibed perhaps a little too deeply for by the time it was possible to make our farewells, we were all-let us be charitable- quite merry. We hailed a hansom and very soon afterwards found ourselves together in a suite of rooms at The Cat and Pigeons. Beth and I were sitting on the sofa which we had turned round so that we, and Barry and Esme, who when I last actually saw them were sitting on the bed, could enjoy some measure of privacy. Beth and I cuddled up together and she began to arouse me by resting her hand on my penis. Our heads turned towards each other and inexorably our lips moved forwards to meet and we exchanged the most passionate of kisses.

As we embraced she began to massage my prick gently and naturally it responded by swelling up and becoming harder and harder under her touch. Somehow the fact that Barry and Esme were behind us whilst Beth was fiddling with my fly buttons did not inhibit me in the slightest. In fact, to be honest their presence seemed to have the opposite effect and frankly it excited me to think that they might be watching as I took the initiative and unbuttoned Beth's blouse and slid my hand over her rounded bosoms. Now perhaps our exhibition had encouraged them because when she brought my stiff shaft out into the open I heard a gasp behind me and I surmised that Barry and Esme had begun their own sex play. I probed the inside of Beth's mouth with my tongue and slid down the straps of her chemise over her shoulders to expose her proud, jutting breasts. She closed her fingers around my palpitating pillar and began to toss me off with regular stroking motions which sent tiny shivers of pleasure all over my body.

Behind us I could hear that Barry and Esme were already one step ahead as I could distinctly hear the wet, squishy sounds of Esme's pussey being finger-fucked, and her moans of delight stimulated Beth who pulled her dress and petticoat up to her waist, exposing her frilly French knickers. She arched her back to assist me in removing them and she spread her legs as I let my palm smooth its way into her silky pubic thatch. My fingers easily found her moist crack and I slowly stroked the entire length of her slit before dipping my finger into her wet cunney, which sent her wild, and she twisted and turned as I moved first one and then two fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. I turned my head to watch Barry performing the same service for Esme and then Beth pulled down my trousers and drawers and in a flash her head was between my legs as, shaking a lock of blonde hair from her face, she took my shiny uncapped helmet into her mouth. She sucked slowly, tickling and working round the little 'eye' on top of the bulbous dome. Her magic tongue encircled my helmet, savouring its spongy texture and her teeth scraped the tender flesh so deliciously as she drew me in between those luscious lips. She lowered her head to take in more of my shaft and ran her tongue along the side of my throbbing tool which again sent almost unbearable waves of sheer ecstasy coursing through my entire frame. Every time she sensed I was on the verge of spending she would ease her wicked tonguing, thus prolonging our mutual enjoyment which was reaching new, unsealed heights of desire. 'You'll come too quickly if I don't stop for a while,' Beth whispered as she reached round and unfastened the hook of her dress, leaving me to unbutton the garment. She slid gracefully out of it and I drank in the awesome beauty of her glorious naked body.

Her bare breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing and until my dying hour I will never forget the sight of the firm swell of those proud young beauties, perhaps the most perfect I have ever viewed.

They were firm and globular, each looking slightly away from each other and tapering into lovely curves until they came to the rich, crimson points of her taut nipples. I kissed and sucked these pretty, erect titties and she took my stiffstander in her fist for a second time but now she lay back and held my pulsating prick against her warm, white belly. I moved to insert my knob between Beth's inviting cunney lips but instead she pulled my cock forwards into the cleft between those divinely rounded breasts and rubbed my cock between the exquisitely formed globes whilst she cupped my ballsack in one hand and frigged her own pussey with the other. It was impossible to hold back and I spurted my spunk all over her bosoms. She let go of my shaft to rub the hot, sticky cream all over her titties until I had emptied my balls and my staff began to flag, settling down in a semi-erect state, between her breasts. In our frenzy we had taken no notice of what was happening behind us, but now as we were in a more composed state, we looked back to see what stage of the game Barry and Esme had reached. It was immediately apparent that they were not far behind us as both had shed their clothes and Esme was kissing Barry's thick prick which was quivering in anticipation. Her tongue encircled his knob, savouring a blob of pre-spend juice which had already formed there as she drew him in between her generous red lips, sucking lustily. Barry instinctively pushed upwards as her warm hands played with his heavy, hanging balls and her pliant tongue washed over the purple mushroom of his helmet. 'A-h-r-e, A-h-r-e!' he growled softly as Esme took her lips away from his prick and lay back, her legs wide apart to give us all a full view of her curly moss of cunney hair and the pouting pussey lips and delicious red love chink. She took his cock in her hand to press the glowing head between the soft moist cunney lips and I thought to myself, here you go, old boy, your cock is about to enter a cunt for the first time and experience those grand thrills which only a good fuck can induce. But then disaster struck! Poor Barry's prick, which before was as hard as an iron bar, appeared to bend as he frantically rubbed his knob against Esme's juicy cunney lips. Indeed, the harder he rubbed his rod against her sopping slit, the softer it became until it lay as limp as could be in her pussey hair. Beads of perspiration were now evident on his forehead as he cried out in frustration: 'What the hell is happening to my cock? I've waited years for this and now it's letting me down!'