The Intimate Memoirs of an Edwardian Dandy, vol.I Read online

  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.

  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 unwrapp
ed 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.

  'Well, I don't suppose my words mean much to anyone but I'm going to ask you here and now to paint my picture again when I leave St Lionel's,' I said with genuine feeling. That's a deal-my very first commission,' she laughed. 'I won't charge you more than twenty guineas.' There was ample time for us to sit on the banks of the lazily flowing nearby stream as Diana had not forgotten her self-appointed task of washing her knickers and chemise which lay drying on the sun. She had slipped on her blouse and skirt and I had also dressed myself, for though the sun still blazed down, there was the remote possibility of some hobbledehoy of a farmworker or one of Mrs. Wigmore's domestics passing through the Wigmore's property on their way to work. I threw a pebble into the water and said somewhat hesitantly to Diana. 'Don't think me nosey but when did you first, er-' 'First fuck?' she interrupted brightly, for she could see that I was still too unsophisticated to speak in vernacular terms.

  'I don't mind telling you about it. Let's snuggle down together and, whilst my underwear is drying, I'll tell you all about it. 'I suppose I'd always been attracted to my brother Humphrey's best pal, Ronald Greyfriars. Ronald and Humphrey both row for Cambridge University and they spend much of their vacation time together catching up on their studies as during termtime both spend too much time on
the river and not enough in the library, especially for a difficult course such as law which they were both reading at Trinity Hall. As fortune would have it, Ronald was staying with us during last year's Christmas vacation and naturally, both he and Humphrey were invited to my birthday party on December 8th. You were invited, if you remember, but had to refuse as your parents had made arrangements for you to go down to London with them on a family visit to your Uncle, the one who sits in Parliament.' 'You mean Uncle Edmund, the Liberal member for West Bristol,' I said gloomily. 'Yes, I was dashed upset at the time but my parents insisted I joined them as he thought a tour round the House of Commons would be most instructional and improve my understanding of politics. It was quite interesting but I would far, far rather have been at your party!' 'Never mind, there will be other parties-anyhow, it was only a small affair with local friends. There was no dancing but we played parlour games after dinner and I think we all enjoyed ourselves. After my guests had left, Papa and Mama went to bed and suggested that I do likewise. I did go to my room but I wasn't sleepy even though it was quite late. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I looked rather fetching in the new dress Miss Foggin from Harrogate had made up for me. It was an evening gown in decollete style and I insisted that it was cut as low as Mama would allow. She had insisted that it should be fringed with lace. I stepped out of the dress and took off my bodice. It was easy to unpick the fringe and when I slipped the dress back on, the cleft between my breasts was clearly visible now in the mirror when I leaned forward. I could see the swell of my breasts which were now only barely covered. The tips of my fingers passed lightly over my nipples and I thought how marvellous it would be to have Ronald's hands there in place of my own. 'As I said, I was too wide awake to sleep so I walked quietly downstairs to the library where I thought I would read the evening newspaper which I had not scanned. No-one seemed to be around although the lights were all burning, but then Armstrong rarely locks up until midnight so I was not alarmed when I thought I heard somebody moving in the drawing room. I opened the door and was pleasantly surprised to see that Ronald was still there, reading through one of his textbooks. '“Hello Ronald, are you burning the midnight oil? It's more than Humphrey would care to do,” I said.