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

I would rather wish you boys kept this information to yourselves and let anyone who tries to rag our new friend about his colour to find out for himself!' After the last lesson of the day we took Salman to the study which he would share with Frank and myself.

Coincidentally, we needed a third chap as our former studymate Nick Clee had left St Lionel's at the end of the summer term to join his parents in East Africa. 'I suppose this room must be a bit spartan after your father's palace,' said Frank as he busied himself with putting on the kettle for tea. 'And I bet you had something a darned sight tastier than bread and butter and a slice of cake for tea.' 'Yes, I was spoiled rotten,' agreed Salman. 'But as it says in your Bible: “Better a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therein.”' We looked at him in awe. 'Proverbs, Chapter 15, verse 17.' he added kindly. 'I thought you worshipped those funny statues with lots of arms and sacred cows and all that sort of thing.' I said. 'No, no, my dear Rupert, my family are Moslems and you are talking of Hinduism. I don't know too much about their religion except that the cow is regarded as a symbol of Mother Earth which is why the animal is sacred and many of my Hindu friends are vegetarians,' he explained. 'Our holy book is the Koran though we do accept much of Jewish and Christian teaching.' 'Yes, we studied Mohammed and his teachings last term. What I remember best is that men are allowed more than one wife, aren't they?' said Frank. 'If you're a glutton for punishment,' returned Salman with a smile. 'I think that like my father I shall settle for just one but keep a harem of concubines for pleasure.' I licked my lips. 'When were you allowed to… um -' 'Have my first woman?' said Salman, finishing the question for me. 'I had my first when I was thirteen. But that was quite unofficial and my father would have been furious, especially as the girl concerned was one of his favourites.' He paused and then, with a furrowed brow, he added in his perfect though slightly sing-song accented English: 'But since we're talking about this important subject, let me tell you that whilst I've been in England I have suffered from a grievous shortage of available bed-worthy females. 'But Miss Melanie, now, the girl who showed me round the school facilities before lunch, I would very much enjoy fucking her.

My worry is that this might be against the rules of the school.'

Frank laughed out loudly. 'I don't see why, no-one's ever said anything against it. I would have thought a bigger worry was to persuade Melanie to come across.' 'Oh, that's no problem,' he said confidently. 'How do you know?' I demanded. 'Well, I've already asked her and she's coming here at half past eight this evening so we'll have an hour to enjoy ourselves before we have to go to bed.' We stared at him in goggle-eyed astonishment. 'You asked her, just like that, if she wanted to be fucked and she immediately made an arrangement to see you tonight? My God, you're a fast worker.

Perhaps your being a high-born foreign prince impressed her?' But Salman shook his head. 'No, I don't really think so. I believe it is far more likely that she was impressed by my giving her half of this little piece of paper,' he commented, rummaging in his wallet to being out a carefully cut portion of a fifty pound note! 'Phew, I'll wager that Melanie hasn't seen too many of these,' I whistled. 'No, and I wonder if she's seen many of these either,' said Frank, giving his prick a suggestive circular rub with the palm of his hand.

'You don't think she is a virgin?' asked Salman anxiously.

'No, absolutely not,' I assured him firmly. I suddenly remembered that Melanie might have made an appointment with Salman this evening but that she had also made an assignation with Mr. Ormondroyd for ten o'clock. 'She's no virgin, Salman,' I repeated and I told the boys what I had overheard on the stairs early this morning. 'Good,' said Salman with relief. I don't want any indignant fathers round here demanding that I marry their daughters and all that sort of nonsense.

I shall enjoy myself tonight.' We looked jealously at him as Frank poured the tea. 'Dash it, there's something else I'd better tell you,' he said. “You've brought a girl from your dad's harem as well,' I sighed. 'No, no, old chap, it's about Melanie. I suggested that she bring two friends along tonight.' 'You jammy bugger!* grunted Frank enviously. 'Are you going to have three girls tonight?' 'I hope so,' he replied cheerfully. 'But my dear chaps, the other two ladies are primarily for your enjoyment.' 'For us?'

I exclaimed. 'Most certainly,' said Salman courteously. I do hope I haven't offended you but I thought we would have a little party to celebrate my arrival at St Lionel's and who better to ask than my two new friends. Of course, if you prefer not to indulge yourselves, do let me know.' 'Oh we wouldn't dream of letting you down, would we, Rupert?' said Frank. 'Salman, old boy, we'd love to take part – I can see that we three are going to get along very well indeed!'

It was difficult to keep our minds on our homework but we did our best until the dinner bell rang out. We bolted through our meal and were back in our study by eight o'clock. I must say that Salman was very cool about the whole affair, but Frank and I could hardly keep still as we were so excited at the thought of a big sex party. In the end Salman turned to us and said: 'I say, you fellows, why not sit down and relax. The girls won't be here for another half an hour. Use the time like me to relax your mind and body. You'll be in much better shape if you can try a spot of meditation.' We followed his advice but in my mind's eyes I could picture Melanie's large white breasts with the pink rosebud titties and I let myself drool about how I would run my hands over those gorgeous globes and then let them rove across her belly to that curly growth of cunney hair which curled in rich, dark locks in a triangle between her legs, tapering to a tantalising thinness where her pouting pussey lips would be waiting for my sturdy shaft. Naturally, these lewd thoughts made my prick swell up as I sat in my armchair so I propelled the chair round with my bottom so that it faced away from the others. My cock was now pushing up uncomfortably in my lap so I unbuttoned my trousers to accommodate my stiffstander which stood proudly to attention as I capped and uncapped the bulging red knob in my hand. I was so engrossed in this reverie that I did not notice Salman standing by me.

'I don't think Melanie and her friends will be disappointed by that rampant weapon,' he said admiringly. 'You should see Frank's, it's massive compared to mine,' I warned him. 'Bigger than this?' he asked and he took out his bulging brown tool out of his trousers.

There was something different about his prick which at first I could not make out. But then when he began pulling his hand up and down his throbbing shaft I realised what was so strange about it-there was no foreskin to pull back from his bare knob! My curiosity must have showed on my face for Salman enquired: 'Is something wrong?' 'No, no, it's just that I have never seen a prick like yours before,' I said hastily. Frank came across to look and Salman said, 'Oh yes, of course, neither of you can be circumcised. Did you not know that, like the Jews, followers of the Prophet have our foreskins removed when we are small?' Frank showed Salman his giant whopper and, to my chagrin, my old pal's penis again took the top honours! But then there was a knock on the door and we hastily crammed our pricks away.

As it transpired, we need not have been too concerned for it was none other than Melanie, who had arrived a little early along with two girls who I had never seen before. They turned out to be friends of hers from Lord Nutley's big country house which was only a mile or so away. These are my friends Lucy and Tricia,' said Melanie brightly, pointing to two very attractive young girls of about eighteen. Lucy was a full-figured female whose pert, pretty face was encircled by a mob of blonde curls whilst Tricia was of a dark complexion, more slender of figure but with well proportioned breasts which thrust proudly against her tight-fitting blouse. We introduced ourselves and Salman asked: 'May I offer you ladies a drink?' “Thank you, that would be very nice,' said Melanie and I watched in amazement as the hospitable Indian produced a bottle of brandy from his locker.