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

The prudent girl sensed that I was nearing a spend and she swiftly withdrew from my mouth and rolled me over onto my back. Then suddenly her tousled blonde tresses were between my legs and her lips were upon my cock as she kissed the unhooded helmet, lapping up the blob of liquid that had already formed there and licking my purple mushroomed crown with her pink little tongue. She opened her lips wide enough to encircle my knob and instinctively-for of course my young penis had never before been placed in such a sublime haven – I moved forward to push my excited tadger even further into her mouth.

'A-h-r-e, A-h-r-e, A-h-r-e!' I panted as her magic tongue travelled wetly all over my tool. I thought I might even pass out from the unbelievable pleasure that scorched every fibre when her teeth scraped the tender flesh of my knob as she drew me in again between those luscious lips, sucking my shaft slowly from top to base, with her every sweet suction transporting me to even higher peaks of Elysian delights. I groaned as I felt my balls hardening for I only wanted to continue this marvellous game. Diana looked up at my contorted face as I tried desperately to hold back the flow of sperm.

The understanding girl promptly solved my dilemma by immediately freeing my twitching tool from its heavenly prison and she also withdrew her hand from my throbbing shaft. Then with a saucy glint in her eyes she said: 'Well, you've unwrapped your birthday present, so to speak-let's see if you are old enough to know how to play with it.' And without further ado she climbed on top of me with her knees on either side, pulling open her love-lips with her fingers and massaging her pussey back and forth across the tip of my cock. I bucked and heaved, wanting above all to slide my rampant rod into her cunt. She teased me for a moment or two but then she lifted herself before crashing down on my pulsating pole, tightening the walls of her cunney as she held me in place, rocking backward and forward, slicking my shaft with her juices as she rocked with ecstasy. This was simply too much to bear and as I pushed upwards once more I felt the white frothy spunk burst out of my cock. Diana screamed with joy as she too climaxed as the hot creamy spunk flooded into her and she shuddered with glee as I pumped jets of jism into her flooded crack. She leaned forwards, my now shrivelling penis still snugly inside her slit, and kissed me on my mouth. 'Well done, Rupert! That was a really splendid fuck,' she whispered in my ear as we lay panting with exhaustion.

As we rested, bathed in the bright sunlight, now entwined in each other's arms, I proudly mulled over the fact that I had now crossed the Rubicon and hopefully there would be many more opportunities to make further journeys with Diana. Naturally, like all of my contemporaries in the Upper Fourth, I enjoyed a daily five-knuckle shuffle. But I could never have imagined that real fucking could be so exciting and wonderful; it had surpassed all my expectations. Here I was lying on Nature's bed of grass, having made passionate love to the beautiful naked girl now in my arms. Or to be more accurate, having just had her make love to me! The tenderness of this first engagement will never fade from my memory. As the poet says, me tamen writ amor; quis enim adsit amori.* Once we had regained our senses, we ate our luncheon with gusto, for the worship of Venus and Priapus fuels the appetite better than any medicine. 'I suppose you want to continue your drawing.' I said with a sigh as I collected up the detritus of our picnic and placed it in my rucksack. 'No hurry, my dear,' twinkled Diana as she took hold of my prick as I passed by, stroking the limp shaft until I felt the first stirrings of an erection.

'I don't know whether I can do it again,' I confessed, though the way my prick was swelling under Diana's ministrations appeared to leave little doubt. 'Just lie back, Rupert, and leave the rest to me,' advised my love with a gay smile. Slowly at first she gently stroked the sensitive underside of my still-stiffening penis, allowing her fingers to trace a path around and underneath my balls which instantly made me tingle all over with an electric gratification.

After a while she closed her finger and thumb around the shaft, sliding them along its length as her head dived down and, like a magic serpent, her tongue slid around and around my stiffstander until it was as hard as a poker and fairly bursting for action. 'M'm, I think you are now more than ready for the fray,' she murmured huskily, disengaging her lips from my pulsating prick as she rolled over on her back and motioned me to scramble up in front of her. I was on my knees in a moment, my cock just inches away from the gaping lips of her cunney that thrust through the silky mass of her blonde bush. I brought my straining stiff to the charge and to our joint squeals of delight, fairly ran it through into the sopping depths of her warm, willing cunt until my ballsack swished against Diana's bottom. We lay quite still for a few moments as Diana's pulsing pussey squeezed my cock so exquisitely that for the second time I almost swooned away from the sheer pleasure of it all. She then heaved up her derriere and I responded to this move with a mighty shove of my own and we commenced a most exciting fuck. My rock-hard staff fairly glistened with her love juices as it worked in and out of her sheath, whilst the lips of her cunney seemed to cling to it at each time of withdrawal as if afraid it would lose its delectable sugar stick. Our movements now locked themselves into a furious rhythm. Diana was transformed into a wild animal, screeching uninhibitedly as she writhed uncontrollably under me with the force of an approaching orgasm. I fucked her at an even greater speed until, with a little wail, she slumped backwards, her thighs clenched around my waist as her body shook in a rapid drawn-out series of spasms. Her cunney squeezed my cock even tighter and the pressure led very soon to me shooting off a further libation of sticky white seed inside her saturated love channel that drained my prick of every last drop of its precious elixir… I have heard it said so many times that one's introduction to the joys of love-making can often be a traumatic experience and certainly it is a stepping stone into adulthood that one rarely forgets. First love can be tremendous-or absolutely disastrous. This usually depends upon the circumstances, on the partner of one's choice and to a very great extent, upon ourselves. I was naive, slightly shy and, at first, frankly bewildered by my first voyage along the highway of love but I was fortunate enough to be accompanied by a sophisticated girl who took the trouble to care for and cater to my every need. Indeed, my heart was bursting with gratitude to Diana for her kindness and I leaned over to kiss her and said: 'You've been so good to me. I've never had such a marvellous time. Did you enjoy making love as much as I did, Diana?' 'Oh yes, it was a dreamy fuck,' she replied as I rolled off her soft body to lie beside her. That's the second time I've spent. Who have you fucked with before, Rupert? Did one of your horny servant girls teach you about how to pleasure a pussey? Or was it an assistant matron perhaps at St Lionel's? I've heard all about some of the goings-on in such places!' 'No, I've never ever done it before,' I confessed timidly, feeling the colour rise to my cheeks. Would the divine girl laugh at this intimate personal revelation? But no, far from it-she clasped her hands together happily and said: 'You were a virgin and I was your first conquest? Oh, what an honour! Let me kiss your lovely cock, Rupert, he deserves every praise for his performance.'

Yet even as she planted her lips upon my shaft, which now dangled flaccidly over my thighs, I realised that I still had much to learn about fucking if I wanted to become such a cocksman as the merry young men-about-town whose exploits I had read about in Clee's naughty magazine. I resolved then and there to devote my life to the study and appreciation of l'art de faire l'amour. But I must return to my story-Diana and I worked on assiduously after this feast of fucking and when she showed me the result of her labours, I was most gratified to see myself immortalised through her perceptive artistry. She had sketched a most lifelike portrait of my face in bold sweeping lines, capturing the essence of my likeness and though I thought she flattered my physique (especially by the very prominent bulge under the fig leaf she was forced to paint over my cock and balls!) I told her in all candidness that for what it was worth, there could be little doubt that one day her work would hang on the walls of the Royal Academy in London. 'Do you really think so?' she said as she carefully packed up her materials and folded up her easel.