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

Esme demanded and Barry looked up and shook his head. 'Watch closely and I'll show you how to do it,' I said and I dove down into Beth's blonde bush, rubbing my face against her silky golden hair.

Barry withdrew his fingers as I worked my tongue along that delicate crack. My mouth was now put to good use as it slid up and down the warm slit and I savoured the tangy taste of drops of love juice which pattered down from her cunney. I heard Beth gasp with pleasure as I probed her love lips and thrust my tongue deep into her cunt, finding her erect clitty and sucking it into my mouth as she moaned with pleasure and brought herself off by rubbing her cunt against my mouth.

Almost of their own volition her legs splayed wider as she sought to open herself still more to me. I slurped lustily, swallowing her salty libation that was flowing freely from her pussey and Beth's hands held my head as her legs, now folded across my shoulders, twitched convulsively with joy as the waves of pleasure from her spend engulfed her. 'Somebody fuck me please,' she called out and my head jerked up from between her thighs as Barry's circumcised cock passed inches away from my face on its way to the slippery entrance which was waiting to welcome it. I could see my friend's whole being was shaking with excitement as the swollen helmet of his rock-hard rod teased Beth's pussey lips before he edged his shaft deep inside her juice-wet love furrow. His hands roved around her jutting breasts, arousing the rosy nipples until they stuck out proudly, as he began to fuck her at first slowly but then increasing the speed of his strokes until his prick was hammering like a piston, his balls beating a tattoo against her backside. Barry showed that he was an ardent cocksman but all too soon he felt himself approach the ultimate pleasure stroke. 'I'm coming! I'm coming! I can't stop!' he shrieked as his body exploded into a climactic release and he shot his hot, creamy froth into Beth's delicious cunt as she writhed beneath him, lifting her shapely bum cheeks to obtain the maximum contact with his raging cock. We were not yet sated, dear reader. As I lay flat on my back, my love truncheon standing as high and straight as a flagpole, Esme struggled up and stood over me, her legs apart like a female Colossus. Her teeth flashed in a lustful smile, her hazel eyes twinkled merrily and then, holding her cunney lips open with her hands, she slowly lowered herself onto me. As she went down on me, my greased shaft slid straight into her at the first attempt and our pubic bones ground together. She paused, like a rider testing a new mount, clamping her cunney muscles around my penis as I flexed myself, heaving myself upwards and delighting in the silky clinginess of her cunt which fitted my cock like a hand-made glove. Esme pumped her tight little bottom up and down, digging her fingernails into my flesh, and each voluptuous shove was accompanied by wails of ecstasy. I pulled her body forward so as I could rub her red titties between my fingers and then I moved my head up to take one of the stiff little strawberries between my lips. She panted away as she bounced up and down on my pulsing prick so violently that I was forced to hold her bum cheeks to keep her in position, helping her in her ride by pushing her up and letting her drop down hard upon my cock. The supreme moment arrived and her cunney clung to my cock even harder as she pulled me in as firmly as she could, squeezing her legs against mine as if fearing that I would leave her. She sighed and squirmed, the lips of her cunt tightly clipping my shaft as we spent profusely together, my jets of sperm spurting up her pussey as her own love juices cascaded down her thighs. Her buttocks quivered in my hands as we drained each other dry until Esme slowed her movements down and came finally to rest. We lay entwined in euphoric peace and she exclaimed in a tone of rapture: 'Oh, that was a truly magnificent fuck, Rupert. I must award your cock full marks for his performance. You know, Beth, it has to be said that boys are adept and considerate lovers. We have chosen our bedmates well tonight.' 'Let me say that the feeling is mutual,'

Barry said, his voice cracking with emotion. I will never forget either of you helping me so patiently to lose my cherry. I count myself most fortunate in making love for the first time with two such understanding girls.' Beth acknowledged the compliment and said: 'Perhaps we should all drink a toast to Dame Agatha Humphrey of St Trippett's Academy for The Daughters of Gentlefolk. Unlike the vast majority of schools, we were given guidance on sexual matters.'

'Yes, I can remember telling Dame Agatha without any embarrassment of my first sensual stirrings,' Esme chipped in brightly. I had been waking up in the night and finding myself shivering with excitement, with my nightdress damp from a thin fluid which had trickled down my thighs from my then lightly haired pussey.

Now I knew from other girls who I had seen giggling over the pages of that rude magazine The Oyster that boys entering puberty have nocturnal emissions but I never knew that girls could have wet dreams.

'Golly, I was so worried and confused but in the end I plucked up courage and asked Dame Agatha about what was happening to my body and she told me how entirely normal these nightly emissions were and how my body was preparing itself for sexual congress.' 'Not that we were totally innocent about sex by the time we had the first hairs growing around our pussies,' said Beth brightly. 'Did you play games in the dormitories like we used to do?' I asked her. 'Of course, although we made ourselves follow to the letter some strict regulations about such matters,' she rejoined, passing a glass of wine to me. 'Perhaps the most charming rule concerned the bathrooms in the evenings as we prepared ourselves for bed. Naturally, shut up as we were with little chance of contact with the opposite sex, passions and crushes freely abounded. Many a swift hip-to-hip rub was exchanged as a signal that greater intimacies might be enjoyed in the near future.

But to counter the shame and embarrassment of rejection we all accepted the convention that if the girl you fancied was bending over a washbasin having her before lights-out wash, it was totally permissible to approach her from behind and to touch and stroke her-mark you, without a word being uttered. If she did not check these advances it was permissible to reach under her nightie and clasp the swelling cheeks of her bum. Then, so long as she continued to show no objection, one might rub one's pussey against her bottom and then reach round and play with her hairy bush, though more than a little diddling was frowned upon as it might upset other would-be suitors. A caress of one's cunney held the promise of fun and games between the sheets later that night.' 'But wasn't it rather difficult for anyone to repel such an advance?' enquired Barry. 'Not really, for one could easily reach back with one's hand and remove the persistent hand. There are many subtle ways by which one can quietly yet firmly refuse unwelcome attentions and I think that Esme will agree that women are far more skilled than men in expressing themselves in this unspoken language.' Esme nodded her head in agreement. It was also so nice to be able to use this very delicate way of accepting a loving, exploratory caress. My goodness, when I think back how many times whilst splashing water over my face I sensed a warm presence behind me and felt the soft touch of an unknown hand running up and down my back and sliding under my nightie to squeeze my bottom. It was such fun to close your eyes, cradling your head on your arms against the cold rim of the wash-basin, nestling against the unseen girl whose hands would reach round and cup your breasts in her palms, rubbing up the titties until they rose up to greet her.

'Yes, and how stimulating it could be to feel a quiver of delight run through the body of the girl you were stroking, to look in the mirror and see her blush as she shyly raised her bum to show that she welcomed your attention. Then would come the magic moment when you raised the nightdress over the hips and the white orbs of her bottom were exposed to be cupped, caressed or even lightly slapped. And ah, the delight if afterwards she welcomed the insertion of your finger into the dampness of her cunney, wriggling so sweetly as you prised open the yielding love lips. 'Beth and I often used this stratagem before starting to play games in bed, though perhaps we should not mention such sport to you,' added Esme with a saucy look.