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

'Rupert, would you just lean back against that tree at a slight angle to the sun, but facing me full on. Good, that's absolutely how I want you. Lay your hands on your thighs and raise your head to the sky, no, not too much-there, that's right, can you hold that position? Are you comfortable? Now please keep as still as you can.' I complied with her request and surprisingly soon the fact that I was standing in a state of complete nudity began to fade in importance. Diana chatted away as she worked, saying: 'Your body is well suited to a classical study, Rupert. You have the physique and more important, perhaps, the confident pose of a youth capable of surmounting all the obstacles which might occur in your life-not only through your undoubted physical strength but also by the sheer force of your personality. Now I have the talent, I want to capture that pensive look along with a clear-cut profile of your face with that proud look of determination stamped upon your brow.' Her comments were perhaps slightly above my head but I felt flattered by all this attention and when, after half an hour or so, she suggested that we allowed ourselves a ten-minute break, I could hardly wait to pad over and see what she had committed on canvas. But before I could come round she placed her hand on my chest and said: 'Please, Rupert, wait till we have finished. You might not like what you see and whichever way you feel may adversely affect the way you pose for me afterwards. You don't mind, do you?'

'No, of course not,' I stammered, all too conscious again of my unclothed state and of the cool touch of her slender fingers upon my skin, especially when she let them trace a circular pattern around one of my nipples. 'You are so well proportioned for such a young lad.

Why, you're almost as muscular as Roger, Lord Tagholm's son. My friends and I all much admired his manly torso when we saw him at the football club's gymnastic display last Easter. 'Naturally enough we never had a chance to see his powerful frame in such a glorious state of freedom, unburdened by superfluous vestments,' she murmured throatily, looking directly down at my perceptibly stiffening penis which was still dangling down but swelling inexorably, its ruby head already only semi-covered as I tried to prevent it jumping up to its full length. But despite all my efforts I felt my cock rise higher and higher, now fully uncapping the red-topped helmet as my shaft swelled up to its full eight and a half inches, standing smartly to attention against my belly. My face turned bright crimson, for there was no way that Diana could have missed the swift rise of my tumescent tadger. Now a further shock awaited me, for I was certain that the lovely girl would toss her blonde tresses in disgust and at best walk silently away from me or, at worst, castigate me violently for being so rude. I braced myself for the onslaught but to my amazement, Diana moved her hand downwards to seize my shaft, and her long fingers, working as though they possessed a will of their own, started to frig my throbbing tool, rubbing it slowly, which made me almost swoon from the delicious sensations that coursed around my entire body. Diana was delighted by my response and she said, really talking to herself: 'My goodness, what a splendidly proportioned penis for a mere lad. It looks so scrumptious that I would like to kiss it.

But no, no, I must not let myself be so roused by this handsome boy and his immensely big prick. I really am very naughty to even touch it but I cannot help myself. 'Ah, how lewd,' she muttered as she drew back my foreskin, making my knob leap and bound in her hand. With her free hand, Diana unbuttoned her chemise and freed the uptilted, bouncy globes of her bosoms to my excited view. Now, I had peeped at French photographs of undraped females in the pages of The Oyster which Clee kept in his locker in our dormitory back at St Lionel's, but never before I had seen in the flesh the breasts of a pretty young woman. How tempted I was to touch those two proud beauties! And how well they were set off by the two cheekily pointed nipples, themselves each capped by the pink circles of the aureoles. The sweet girl groaned with unslaked passion as I plucked up enough nerve to move my hand up and gingerly tweak one of her engorged strawberry-like titties. 'Stop, Rupert, stop, you must be a good boy,' she murmured but I was in no mind to heed this plea and continued to feel her erect tithe with my fingers.*No, I mean it, please stop that. I like it very much but we must get back to work. First, however, I'll finish you off which will give you some relief,' she gasped, gripping my twitching shaft even tighter. Reluctantly I obeyed but she was as good as her word, as increasing the pace of her frigging, she rubbed my cock so sensuously that in a matter of moments the creamy froth shot out of my tool all over her fingers and splattered out over her chemise. 'Oh dear, I'd best take off this chemise and wash it in the stream. I'll have to do the same with my knickers, as they are already wet with my juices. If I don't, our laundrymaid is bound to gossip with the other servants about the state of Miss Diana's underclothes,' she said lightly. The thought of seeing this exquisite girl strip off her remaining garments set my truncheon standing up to attention again from its state of semi-erectness it had subsided into when Diana had finally relinquished her grip. 'Now, now, Rupert, behave yourself!' she grinned, ordering me back to my tree with an imperious wave of her arm. I sighed but trudged back obediently as Diana called out: 'I tell you what, my family only sent you a boring old book for your birthday last month. If you will try to stay as still as you can, in the same way as you managed before, I'll give you a very, very nice late birthday present before lunch which we'll both enjoy even more that we did just now.' A late birthday present, I mused to myself as I leaned back into my old position-what the blazes could she mean by that? Genuinely, I had not the slightest idea and even the sight of her licking her upper lip with the tip of her tongue failed to provide the clue to unlock the puzzle for me. Meanwhile, I had to concentrate both mind and body on holding my pose for this sweet lass, la bella donna delta mia mente* for Diana was a truly industrious worker and she stuck to her task, looking up and pausing only occasionally to ponder now and then for artistic inspiration. The minutes ticked away but I stayed as still as could be. To pass the time I thought of all the fun Frank and I would have after he arrived to stay with us tomorrow. I could just see his face when I told him about this current adventure! Wouldn't he just be green with envy when I told him about how Diana had wanked my cock! No, that's an unworthy thought I decided as, feeling weary, I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. On the other hand, I could tell him all about it without mentioning her name and ever letting on even if she and Frank were to meet at some later date. 'Okay, it's time for lunch,' sang out Diana, breaking into my reverie. I stretched my arms out and walked across to her, my excited gait showing her that I was ready and waiting for this special treat she had previously mentioned. She gave me a dazzling smile as she put her hands on my shoulders and said: 'Would you like your birthday present now, Rupert, or would you like to wait until after we've eaten?' 'May I have it now, please?' I asked humbly and she nodded her head. 'Yes, you deserve a nice present as you've been a very good boy and not tried to make me go further than I wanted.' Again, I was at a loss to understand her words though now, of course, I realise that what she meant to convey was that I took heed of her request to let go of her tittie when it became plain that she really meant what she said. Diana took hold of my arms and put them round her back, at the same instant moving forward so that we were now sweetly crushed together. She lifted her arms up to cradle my neck and bring my face to hers and our mouths met to join together in what was the very first kiss of passion I had ever experienced. I was totally engulfed in a torrent of idyllic bliss that swept in waves over me. I heard nothing, saw nothing and felt nothing but the ravishing excitement of this first embrace. Far from discouraging my roving hands, she herself moved them to her breasts and as I caressed the firm, rounded globes, she slid the straps of her chemise off her shoulders and I thrilled to the touch of her naked nipples that rose up like hard little bullets to greet me. My prick had already stiffened up to stand powerfully upright, as hard as a rock, my knob already burst free from its covering as the luscious girl grabbed hold of my straining shaft. We were swept off our feet by this fierce outpouring of frenetic energy and we sank to the ground, still joined by our mouths with my right hand cupped around the jutting orbs of her breasts and Diana's fingers gripping my prick, ardently rubbing my shaft and now tonguing my mouth so vehemently that I could feel the boiling juices already fermenting in my balls.