Anonymous
The Oyster, Volume III
The sublime and the ridiculous are often so nearly related that it is difficult to class them separately. One step above the sublime makes the ridiculous; and one step above the ridiculous makes the sublime again.
The Private and Unexpurgated Memoirs of a Medical Gentleman in Great Britain and the New World
Part I
Author's Introduction
Dear reader, I earnestly hope you derive pleasure from this set of memoirs culled from my memories of many glorious years spent in perfecting l'art de faire l'amour. Many readers of this distinguished journal are members of Society, so my name will not be unknown to them. After all, Doctor Edward Marmaduke DuCane Parsifal, Member of the Royal College of Physicians, Fellow of the Royal College of Surgeons and Sometime Visiting Professor at the Universities of Washington and Bombay, is a name with whom the very highest in the land have been well acquainted. Not that I am one to stand upon ceremony, you understand. I far prefer the simple sobriquet of Doctor Teddy than any other mode of address. I hope to entertain you with the recall of some of the bizarre, intimate incidents of my younger days, already recorded in a secret journal, but which the editor of The Oyster, whose name must never be mentioned for fear of police informants, and my dear old friends Doctor Jonathan Arkley and Sir Clive Freedman, have persuaded me are worthy of a wider readership amongst the cognoscenti. So the time has come to share my most exciting experiences of a personal nature, and I must warn readers of a delicate disposition that, unfashionable though it be in this age of euphemism, I insist on calling a spade a spade and refuse to mince words for the benefit of mealy-mouthed hypocrites who wish to bowdlerise our good old-fashioned Anglo-Saxon vulgarities. I doubt, however, that there are many such personages amongst the readership of this robust journal! So settle down and enjoy my jottings, and may I take this opportunity of wishing you all, ladies and gentlemen, a Happy New Year of licking and lapping, sucking and fucking in 1887.
Doctor Teddy Parsifal Ford Manor Sussex, December 1886 My Early Days As my old friend Lady Pokingham has written, the natural instinct of the ancients was that copulation was the direct and most acceptable form of worship they could offer to their deities.
I am convinced that there cannot be any great sin in giving way to natural desires and enjoying to the utmost those delicious sensations with which the Creator has endowed us. So no apology will be forthcoming for the unashamed voluptuousness of this memoir and without further ado, let me begin my narrative. My earliest years were spent in Canada and India as my Papa was attached to the Diplomatic Service. I shall not bore you with the details but until the age of ten I had hardly lived in this sceptred isle of Albion more than six months or so. But on my eleventh birthday I was sent to school in England where my elder brother, Cecil (more of him will appear later in this tale), was already a student, though we returned home to Mama and Papa in the holidays wherever they happened to be living at the time. Even at this tender age I evinced a taste for the fair sex and I will never forget our governess, Mrs. Radlett, who proudly displayed what appeared to my young eyes an enormous pair of breasts in the tightest of bodices, creating a cleavage that caused many a visitor to make excuses to visit the nursery, the avowed purpose being to see the youngsters, but in reality to see Mrs.
Radlett bending forward. I recall that in Toronto (Mrs. Radlett travelled with us wherever Papa was sent on command of the government) one visitor, Doctor Dunn, always managed to drop his handkerchief or some other trifle so that Mrs. Radlett bent down to retrieve it. I realise now that the good doctor was not as clumsy as he seemed!
I recall that often at night, Mrs. Radlett would undress in front of Cecil and myself and as those magnificent breasts cascaded from their cramped confines, she would sigh with relief and gently massage them to restore lost circulation. If we had been good boys that day, our kind governess would allow us each to massage a breast for her. We enjoyed this small chore as did Mrs. Radlett, who whimpered with pleasure as we performed the task with vigour. She asked us to roll her stalky red titties on the palms of our hands and after a minute or so she would breathe more rapidly, squeeze her thighs together and emit a strange grunt and shudder all over in what to us was a rather alarming fashion. She would then thank Cecil and I for our labours, asking us to promise not to tell anyone of our little game. On one occasion I recall passing by Mrs. Radlett's bedroom and the door was slightly ajar. I peeped round and saw our governess naked on the bed, completely oblivious to the world, making those strange noises of pleasure she emitted whilst Cecil and I were rubbing her teats. But this time, she was engaged in self-gratification of her own. So massive were her titties that she had been able to place one erect nipple in her mouth and she was busy sucking it to great effect. This breast was supported by one hand whilst the other was plunged inside the hairy black bush of hair between her legs, and I looked on with interest as she plunged her fingers in and out of this mound. I watched, mesmerised by this act as again she squeezed her thighs and with a little scream, shuddered violently and then lay back exhausted, withdrawing her hand from her mossy growth, a hand that I noticed was strangely moist (had she wet herself, I wondered in my innocence) which she wiped across her great breasts, smearing them with what, of course, was her cunney juice. This strange experience led to my first footsteps across the Rubicon to complete sexual happiness. For whilst I had been gawping at this handsome naked woman, my little cock had begun to swell inside my trousers. I unbuttoned my trousers and felt for the stiff little shaft inside my underpants, enjoying a sensation of a somewhat uncomfortable pleasure. This feeling was further heightened when Mrs. Radlett heaved herself off the bed and I saw the massively hairy black bush of hair between her legs. She picked up a small towel and rubbed it between her legs, threw it down onto the bed and then sauntered into her bathroom to soak in her tub.
When she closed the door behind her I sneaked into the room, my cock still as hard as a rock, picked up the towel and instantly caught the aroma of her most intimate parts. This aroma was to haunt me for the rest of my life and prove to be an instant stimulant for sexual arousal. I pulled the towel down to my cock which was pulsating with excitement. I rubbed the shaft furiously whereupon a glistening of white fluid appeared on the tip, and as the surge of pleasure coursed through my body, I felt a jet of liquid squirt out-fortunately it soaked into the towel or I would have been forced to make a confession as to how Mrs. Radlett's carpet came to be stained! I was both alarmed and excited at this happening. Luckily my dear Papa had decided that it was time for my sexual education to begin, so (as he had done with my brothers) he had left by my bedside only weeks before a copy of Human Procreation Explained For Boys and Girls by the celebrated Doctor Roy Stevenson, the well known authority on sexuality. So fortunately, unlike so many of my unhappy contemporaries, I had no great fear of guilt about tossing off. As Sir Andrew Scott has rightly pointed out in previous editions of The Oyster, several misguided physicians hold that wanking can produce the most dreadful physical and mental ailments. But I hold to the view of Doctor Stevenson who ridicules this view. After all, he argues, all boys play with themselves and this practice has no bearing upon the ability to reach a ripe old age. What harm can there be in self-stimulation of the prick-or, come to that, the cunney? Certainly, no-one ever caught an unwanted infection through tossing off, and no lady ever suffered an unwanted swollen belly through finger fucking.
But to return to my narrative-I sneaked back into my own room still clutching the towel, locked the door and threw off all my clothes. I wrapped the still-damp towel around my semi-erect cock and within seconds it stood upright again amidst the tiny first sprouts of pubic hair. Carefully, I rolled back the foreskin from the swollen red dome and manipulated the shaft up and down in my cupped hand, unwittingly mimicking the sliding of the prick through the cunney lips into the juicy lovechannel of the cunt. I closed my eyes and in my imagination saw again Mrs. Radlett's enormous naked titties and I thought how wonderful it would be to place my prick between them. At that age of course, it takes only the merest stimulation to spend, and all too soon I felt the boiling of the spunk in my tight little balls and the frothy jet of white spunk fairly flew out the top of my cock in a miniature white fountain. I gasped with delight as my first real spend cascaded out of my pulsating prick. I mopped up as best I could the spunk from the eiderdown and placed the damp towel in the dirty linen basket. After that first encounter with some of the more intimate parts of the female body, life became somewhat more mundane. The next interesting extract from my private diary comes when I was at a more advanced age of sexual awareness-fourteen. By now I was fully aware of the pubertal happenings that my body had undergone.
I had grown quite tall for a chap of my age. In fact, I was the tallest in my class and also the most well developed. I had a facial growth that necessitated regular shaving as well as the beginnings of some bodily hair growth. Pubic hair grew in a tight knot above my male member. This was also seemingly well grown for, after games, my friends would all look on in amazement at not only the length but the thickness of it. Modestly comparing it with my closer friends (as one does at that age), I would judge it to be at least twice as thick as theirs and nearly half as long again. I was educated up to the age of seventeen at Cockshall Manor in Arundel, under the excellent tutorship of Professor James Bagshott-Coleman. At the end of one particular term of schooling, I returned home after the final, rousing game of footer between the two top houses. Being a big chap, I was the captain of my house and led the team to victory. I thus returned home rather dirty, streaked with the mud and sweat of a good, hard-fought game. I came back with my school report sealed in the ominous brown envelope, conveying either a good summer, being treated well by Papa, or a miserable one spent swatting at the subjects in which I was least good. Thank goodness my report was a good one. Papa was pleased that I had done well in the classics and in sport, winning the junior Victor Ludorum that year as best all round sports chap. Thus praised, I went off to have a soak in a well-deserved bath that Alice the upstairs maid had drawn for me. Papa told me to join the rest of the family on the lawn for tea when I had bathed and changed. After my luxurious soak in a steaming bath, I dried myself off in front of the mirror, feeling very pleased with myself and really looking forward to a super fun summer break. As I dried myself, I lightly stroked my member, which instantly caused it to spring to life, it almost having a will of its own. I found that it would grow and swell very rapidly to its stiff proud self at the slightest stimulation. As I have intimated before, it had developed into a weapon of inordinate size and when proudly erect was measured by my closest friend, Terence, to be nearly one foot in length. Its thickness was at least twice that of my nearest rival. As I was standing there admiring myself, I saw in the mirror that the young maid Alice was standing to one side of me at the doorway, staring at my body. I hurriedly grabbed a towel to cover myself, when she came into the room and quickly locked the door.
I was so shocked at her doing this that I dropped my towel, exposing my slowly shrinking member. 'Oh, young master Teddy, you are well developed are you not? A good boy like you with your school report and such an enormous cock deserves a treat.' So saying, she came over to where I was standing next to the mirror, knelt down in front of me and proceeded to take my penis in her warm, soft hands. It immediately began to swell to its fullest extent, needing little or no encouragement to do so. Alice cupped my ball-sack with one hand and gently squeezed them, whilst running her other hand up and down the shaft of my tool. The feeling I experienced was one of the utmost delight, far better than the feeling I got when playing with myself. I uttered a little groan as the feeling built up in my balls. 'Do you like that, Master Teddy?' whispered Alice. All I could do was to nod my head as I was far too excited to reply coherently. 'Well, if you like that, young master, see what you think of this.' With that she leant right forward and to my amazement took my now throbbing prick and proceeded to put it into her hot wet mouth. The feeling was unbelievable. Her darting tongue moved to and fro along the shaft of my by now aching cock. As she licked the tip of it, I felt my balls begin to swell and fill with come. I thrust frenziedly into her hot mouth, almost choking her. I knew I was close to shooting my cum in her mouth even though she had been sucking me for barely thirty seconds. Alice also felt my urgency, for she sucked good and hard, at the same time squeezing my balls hard. The exquisite pain of her hard squeezing, together with her darting tongue, caused a rush of spunk up the channel of my pulsating shaft which exploded into her mouth as it jerked and emptied my balls of steaming hot spunk. I could not believe the sensation as she drank my cum. My balls contracted as she squeezed the last drop out. I must have really shot a great load of cum, for even though Alice greedily swallowed my juice she could not contend with the gush I produced. My spunk seemed to fill her mouth and gushed out the sides, down her chin and onto her cleavage. After finally sucking every drop of juice, she gently kissed my still rock hard member, wiped the cum off her chest and sucked her fingers clean.
'My, you have got the biggest tool I have ever seen for a lad of your age,' said Alice. 'And I have never known anyone to spunk like that. I can normally swallow it all, but you were drowning me with it.' I stood there, dazed, as she tidied herself and lifted up her skirt. 'Goodness. I'm soaking wet here,' she said as she pulled her knickers down to reveal a wet patch on them. At the sight of the dark patch of pubic hair adorning her private parts, my semi-limp rod instantly hardened again, bringing back distant memories of my governess. As it leapt back to hardness, Alice looked up in amazement.
'Are you ready again?' she asked. 'You have only just shot your load! Well, if that's the case, young master, we can't go wasting such a lovely erection, can we? I was going to save the pleasure of you fucking my cunt 'til another day. But seeing as my cunt is so wet and ready, we will introduce you to the delights of a soaking wet fanny.
This is your first time with a woman, isn't it?' I replied that that was indeed the case. She quickly slipped off her now considerably wet drawers and tucked them in her pocket. As she bent down I noticed her pert young breasts spill over the top of her maid's blouse. I reached forward and cupped one in my hand. It felt so soft and tender.
I brushed the pinky-brown nipple and felt it harden beneath by fingers. Alice gasped a little, stood up and took both ripe pears out.
She took my hand and guided it to her now sopping wet juice-box. At the same time, she forced my head to her breasts and with no encouragement I greedily sucked her now erect nipples. This was my first experience of actually touching the previously hidden areas of a woman's body. The feeling of a pert nipple in my mouth, together with the wetness of Alice's quim made me groan with delight and I realised that I would soon spunk again. Alice, being the experienced girl she was, aware of the build-up of spunk in my balls and the imminent explosion, quickly extricated herself from me and lay on the bed with her legs wide open, allowing me to see for the first time in my life the pink portal to heaven. Alice noted my interest in her cut so obligingly spread her cunt lips widely with her finger, revealing the very depth of the hole from which I could see her love-juice slowly dribble. As soon as I saw this my knob began to throb. Alice, seeing the closeness of my state of coming, beckoned me over. With expert hands she guided my rod to the entrance of her cunney. Thus placed, I needed no other encouragement than Alice whispering, 'Go on, big boy, fuck my juice-box like you have always dreamed of.' With that I plunged my now dribbling great cock deep into her beckoning cunt. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced before. I instinctively rammed my cock hard into her, whilst she wrapped her legs around me holding me firmly inside her. I shafted in and out, in rhythm with the ever quickening thrusts of her hips. Suddenly, I could feel her love-box begin to tighten. 'Oh fuck me hard Teddy,' she gasped, 'I'm coming.' As she said that, I could feel a surge build up inside her.
The contraction of her wet pussey was enough to cause my balls to explode and, as she shuddered in ecstasy, my hot sticky cream poured into her, mingling with the soaking wetness of her juices. I pumped and pumped until my balls were totally voided. The feeling of my first sexual dalliance was a rare one. I lay back bewildered and spent.
Alice looked over to me and said: 'Master Teddy, there you are, a treat for doing so well at school. But my, aren't you well endowed.
You're as big as ever I've had and without doubt the thickest. I could feel you fill up my cunny and I can normally take them with room to spare! With a cock like that, young master, you will keep many a young girl happy and sore.' With that, she quickly tidied herself up, but did not put back on her wet knickers. She checked herself in the mirror, tidied her dark locks, ran to the door, looked back and threw her panties to me. 'There,' she said, 'a prize for your first time. Your father did not get a pair the first time he fucked me, so you really are going to be good.' With that amazing remark, she left me holding her sopping panties and looking at my father in a new light. So, dear reader, you are now privy to my first encounter with the fair sex. I was but a young stripling of just fourteen years of age at the time, and since then I must have fucked at least four hundred women, but the memory of that glorious initiation into the delights of sexual intercourse remains as bright as if it happened but yesterday. However, let us return to my story. That last remark uttered by Alice, casual though it may have been for her, came as a total shock to me. Could she be telling the truth about Papa? I had always looked up to my father with total respect and awe as befitted a young man of my upbringing. I asked Alice repeatedly to enlarge upon her words, but the little minx refused to say anything further on this subject which, for the time, had to remain a closed book. I still found it difficult to conceive that my Pater, a regular churchgoer and pillar of the local community, could have succumbed to Alice's ministrations. And yet, I decided finally to take Alice's word that Papa had been dipping his wick, and I was forced to look upon Papa in a new and somewhat more critical light! I saw Alice daily as she continued to perform the services of an upstairs maid, but regretfully I must admit that nothing of a titivating nature occurred until the end of the summer vacation. Unless, of course, one took into account the provocative looks she would often give me, gazing directly between my legs and licking her lips in a most lascivious way. This led to almost instant erections and often I would leave my room, meet Alice on the landing and then dash back inside my room, lock the door, hastily unbutton my trousers and take solace in a frenzied tossing-off. Just the merest thought of her pert titties and juicy cunt sent my right hand shooting down to my throbbing shaft, but this regular masturbatory activity was but a poor substitute for the richness of a real fuck. Nevertheless, those summer months were quite the most eventful I had ever experienced and I recall those days with gladness. I was most fortunate to have a close friend, Terence Browner, living close by (many of you will remember his later exploits with the 69th Lancers on the North West Frontier) and we remained close friends for many years. General Browner (as of course he is now entitled to be addressed) still lives in Delhi and we correspond on a regular basis. He was a great cocksman and I am sure he will relish the retelling of some of our joint escapades together when we were but lads. Our summer hideaway was a disused farmhouse and assorted outbuildings. Well, disused is perhaps too strong ah adjective. The land had been farmed by a tenant of Lord Friary who had decamped suddenly to the New World in search of wealth during the California gold rush of '49. No-one had taken up the tenancy and the place had remained vacant. Terry and I had played many a childish game there but at the end of this fateful summer, we played games of a more adult kind! One of the most memorable and highly enjoyable days occurred when Terence and I believed ourselves to be alone in the house. We were sitting in the lounge discussing, as I recollect, the chances of my ever being able to fuck Alice again and also-a very important matter to Terence-whether she might accommodate my best friend who was extremely anxious to lose his unwanted virginity.
'Are you certain that you are ready for such an experience? I said earnestly. 'After all, you are three months younger than me and anyhow, very few boys of our age can have had the opportunity to enjoy a good fuck.' 'I'm as ready as I ever will be,' said Terence indignantly. 'Why, my cock is almost as big as yours, Teddy, even though you probably have the thickest prick of all the third formers.'
'That's awfully kind of you,' I replied modestly. 'However, you and young Bob Cripps must come joint second behind me.' 'Do you really think so? It's surprising that Bob has a sizeable cock as he is the shortest chap in the whole year.' 'Oh, yes, without a doubt.
Indeed, I have often thought that it is highly inappropriate for that new prefect Davis to call Bob a little prick.' 'Ha! Ha! Ha!
That's a good one. Anyhow, Teddy, where is that curious book you promised me?' 'It's a book of photographs by Harold Sailor. I heard Pater talk about this man to his friend Colonel Golthorpe. It seems that he has a special shop in Piccadilly where people can buy something Pater called “gallant literature”. Anyhow, I heard the Colonel ask Pater to keep this book for him until he returned from India.' 'Gosh, let's have a look at it,' said Terence eagerly, his eyes sparkling with animation. 'I should wonderfully like to look at it.' 'Here it is, Terence, only I hope it won't excite you too much. You can look it over by yourself as I read the newspaper,' I said, placing it in his eager grasp. He sat close to me in an easy lounging chair, and I watched him carefully over the top of the newspaper as he turned over the pages and gloated over the beautiful plates. There was a superb collection in there, which I had already seen, of coloured plates of boys and girls in the nude, both singly and together, and towards the end of the book, some of the photographs showed a fine young couple enjoying a good bout of fucking. I could see Terence's cock harden in his trousers until it was quite stiff and rampant. 'Well, well,' I said, laying my hand on his bursting prick. 'What a tosser yours has grown up to since I gave you that book. We must compare our cocks as I think that yours must be almost as big as mine.' 'I told you I am ready for my first fuck,' he said with a laugh. 'Yes, do let's see which prick is the biggest,' and opening his trousers, he pulled out his fine red-headed cock, which stood in all its manly glory, stiff and hard as marble, with the hot blood making it warm to my touch. He then helped me pull out my own thick stiff truncheon, frigging it up to its fullest measure. We proceeded to handle each other in an ecstacy of delight, which ended with us tossing each other off and aiming each other's jets of frothy white spunk into the fireplace. 'Ah well,' sighed Terence. 'I enjoyed that but I am sure it is not as satisfying as the real thing.' I was about to make a soothing reply when we were both startled by what sounded like an ornament crashing to the ground just outside in the hall. 'What was that? asked Terence.
'I don't know but let's find out!' I replied grimly, and arming myself with a poker from the fireplace, I rushed to the door. I had no need of the poker, dear reader, for the noise in the hall had been made by Charlotte, the seventeen-year-old parlourmaid who had been doing some menial task in the scullery and had crept upstairs when she heard our voices as she too thought that the house was unoccupied except for her. But when she had heard us talk and saw us play with ourselves, she stayed to view more closely as she had never seen a naked stiff cock before and the sight of not just one but two had fascinated her! Unfortunately, in her attempt to steal away unnoticed, she had bumped into a small vase on a mantelshelf which had fallen down and shattered on the parquet floor. 'You won't tell on me, Master Teddy, will you? Please don't tell or I'll lose my job', she begged me. 'I don't know about that', I said severely. 'It's a pretty serious matter.' 'I'll do anything you want', she said with imploring eyes. 'Anything at all?' said Terence quickly. 'How about letting us fuck you? 'Now, now,' I said reprovingly, 'that's not fair. As it says in Doctor Stevenson's book, a man must never blackmail or cheat his way into a girl's bed.' 'Oh, you are kind, Master Teddy. I am a virgin and I've never even let a boy slip his fingers in my cunney,' cried the pretty girl. 'Goodness, you must have had a boy friend', said Terence. 'Not really, Master Terry. I have never had the pleasure of having male arms around me except Mister Baigue the butler who always pinches my bum when I walk past him.' 'Don't you ever feel you want to be fucked, Charlotte?' I asked. 'Of course I do, Master Teddy. We girls like to imagine lustful matters just the same as you boys', she said. 'Why, don't you think we can enjoy ourselves in sole fashion just like you do?' 'Girls can spend by themselves? said Terence in amazement.
'Of course they can', laughed Charlotte who was now quite at ease. 'Shall I tell you how I do it?' 'Yes, please', we chorused and I added that this recounting of her secret pleasures would constitute a sufficient punishment for breaking the vase and that I would not peach on her to my parents. 'Well,' Charlotte began, 'I like to start after I have had a bath. I then stand in front of the bathroom mirror, slowly drying myself with a towel. On a summer morning, if the sun is shining like today, a gleam of light beams in making my body shine with a golden glow. Still looking in the mirror I let my gaze run down to my dark, thick pussey hair that curls round my crack. I then slowly rub my clitty and that makes me feel good all over. 'Then I scuttle into my bedroom and pick up a hand mirror and the dildo that I have taken from Alice's room. She is unaware that I know of its existence. I then place the mirror on the floor between my legs and, by crouching down, I have a lovely view of my cunt lips.
I then separate my pussey lips and I can see to the very depths of my now damp, tight cunt. Then I push two or three fingers up to get my juices flowing and as soon as my cunney is dripping wet, I pick up the dildo and slowly rub it up and down my slit, rubbing my little clitty until it throbs and tingles. 'After a few moments, I push the dildo between my pussey lips and then gently take it out-at first slowly and then faster and faster and deeper and deeper until wooosh!
My body is enveloped in a beautiful, most wonderful ecstasy as my cunney explodes and my love juices flow unabated. Afterwards, I lick my creamy cum from the dildo which also sends shudders of pleasure throughout my entire frame. This all takes about ten minutes and leaves me feeling drained but I feel sprightly and rejuvenated quite soon afterwards.' This racy narrative excited both Terence and myself so much that our cocks were fairly bursting out of our breeches and we were forced to unbutton ourselves to be comfortable.
Charlotte blushed when she saw our two stiff cocks standing stiffly to attention, but she said shyly: 'Would you like me to rub these for you? I've never done this before, but I've seen Alice and her friend Pelham, the Vicar's coachman, together and Alice rubs and even sucks his prick. I'll have a go, if you like.' We readily gave our assent and her delicate little hands were soon grasping two eager thick pricks. Terence was so excited that he spent almost immediately Charlotte squeezed his shaft, but I lasted a little longer before I too jetted gushes of hot spunk onto the rug. 'Damn, how are we going to get the sperm stains out of the rug?' wailed Terence and I must confess that the problem had me most concerned.
Fortunately, Charlotte had the answer. 'Don't worry, boys, I know how to clean the rug so well that no-one will ever know that you spunked onto it. I'll rub in some of Doctor Watkins' cough medicine!'
'A cough medicine, that's odd,' I said. 'Yes, but it works wonders. Alice showed me how to take the sperm and cunney juice stains out of her sheets after a good bout of fucking with young Pelham,' said Charlotte with an infectious little giggle. 'Mama gave me some of that stuff when I had a cough last year,' said Terence. 'I'll never ever swallow another mouthful!' 'Oh, I wouldn't worry, Master Terence. Old Giddens the gardener puts some on his roses-and they won a prize at the village fete last week.' We collapsed with laughter. Charlotte unbuttoned her blouse and showed us her curvey breasts. Plump and white they were, tipped by rose-red little stalks that I tweaked and rubbed against my palms. Alas, we were interrupted by the noise of a carriage drawing up outside for otherwise I am sure that Charlotte and Terence would both have crossed the Rubicon that morning, but as matters stood, both had to wait a little longer before ridding themselves of their virginity. I was to see both Charlotte and Alice regularly over the next few days. I was certain that they had confessed of their sexual exploits with Terence and myself though nothing took place of a sensuous nature until the beginning of the following week, despite some provocative lip-smacking by Alice when she passed by me in the house. This often caused my cock to swell straight up and made my cheeks crimson with embarrassment. After all, at fourteen years of age, how was I to know the delights that a young stiff prick could afford a lustful young lass like Alice? So, for a week, I sat in my bedroom, tossing myself off as I daydreamed of Charlotte's pert breasts and Alice's juicy cunney. But after the riches of genuine fucking, self-stimulation was but a poor substitute. Matters came to a head after I decided to send Alice a love-letter. I first thought of writing some verses myself but truth to tell, I am no poet. Terence offered some verses which I copied down: How oft I've sworn to Alice dear, The world no sight can show, To match her locks, her lips divine, Her bosom's hills of snow. But oh! I find myself forsworn, Two lips I have beheld; Still lovelier, on this happy morn, A mount that those excell'd!
Her bosom boasts no swell so fair No tints that these eclipse; Her head has no such auburn hair, Nor such enchanting lips! Yes, I've beheld the mossy mount, Where all the graces centre; I've seen the rosy nectar'd cunt, Where he she fucks will enter! 'Terence, you are a genius!' I said warmly. 'If this works, I shall entreat Alice to let you fuck her as well.' 'That's kind of you, old boy,' said Terence. 'Let's see if it works. Gad, though, what about fucking both Alice and Charlotte together in a whoresome foursome!' What a splendid idea. I thought as I sat down and composed a covering letter to go with the poem. I wrote: Dear Alice, I dedicate this piece of verse to you. It is sent with my heartfelt thanks to you for initiating me into the mysteries and joys of coition. I think long and hard about that glorious romp and since then my desire for you has been ever heightened. Do let us enjoy ourselves again before I go back to school. With gratitude and affection, Teddy Parsifal After checking that the coast was clear, I placed the note and verse in an envelope which I slid under the door of her room later that day. My parents and I dined at our friends, Lord Gordon and Lady McChesney, so I had no opportunity to see Alice until after breakfast the next day. I was sitting in the study reading what appeared to be a geography textbook (but I had pages from The Pearl pasted inside the volume!) when Alice suddenly breezed in, ostensibly to dust the room. As she dusted she came close to me and whispered that she loved my letter but that she could not read very well and so Charlotte had read my poem to her! I must have looked somewhat shocked for she added that Charlotte could be trusted implicitly and indeed would not be averse to taking part in a little romp that afternoon-especially if 'that handsome young Master Terence would come along'. We arranged to meet at two o'clock, in the old barn that stood, disused for some years, in Farmer Phillips' field, adjacent to our own grounds. I knew that Terence was more than keen to take part in a most wondrous and joyful new experience. How time stood still as we impatiently counted the very minutes until two thirty!
At two thirty four Terence said gloomily: I bet they won't come.
She was having you on, Teddy. They have made monkeys of us both.'
'What sort of monkeys, Master Terry?' broke in a female voice from the entrance. It was Charlotte who asked the question, and to our delight we saw that she was not alone. Alice was with her, carrying a couple of blankets across her arms. 'You are monkeys,' chided Alice. 'Did you really think that I would tease you about such a serious matter as fucking? Shame on you both.' We apologised profusely and we helped Alice spread the two blankets on the ground.
'Oh damnation, I've forgotten the pillows,' said Alice. 'I'll have to go back to the house and get them.' 'Don't worry on our account,' said Terence, but Alice insisted that we needed pillows 'for our heads and our bums' and that it was foolish to spoil the ship for a ha'porth of tar. 'Charlotte can begin the game,' she said, as she turned to trudge back to the house. 'I just hope you two young sparks won't spunk off too much whilst I'm gone. I'm looking to a good fuck just as much as you are!' To put Charlotte at ease, I decided to take no part in the introductory fondling and petting.
After all, I knew that the sweet girl's desire was to make love to Terence, so I resolved to be the gentleman, though my own prick began to swell in my breeches as the young pair moved towards each other as if drawn by a giant, invisible magnet. Terence clasped the trembling young girl in his arms and they exchanged a most passionate kiss as they sank down upon the blanket. Terence's nervous fingers fumbled with Charlotte's blouse so the clever girl quickly stripped off all her clothes and she lay back so that both Terence and myself could have full view of her naked charms. Gad, Charlotte was a beauty! Her bare breasts rose and fell and the firm swell of those succulent young globes was such that my hand automatically went to my prick which I hastily let out of my trousers before any damage was done to myself or the trouser material! What lovely titties they were, well separated, each looking a little away from each other and tapering in well proportioned curves until they came to two crimson points. Those taut nipples acted as magical magnets to Terence's hands which squeezed and moulded those succulent spheres, the very first time that those deliciously hard and pouting stalks had ever been felt by his eager fingers. She then slid her hands to the front of his trousers and deftly unbuttoned him as my best friend wrenched off his belt. As he pulled off his shirt, she pulled down his drawers and her hands grasped his swollen shaft, jerking up and down, faster and faster until seconds later the white love juice gushed out of his purple helmet like a miniature fountain. This exciting sight was too much for me to view and I pulled off my clothes and knelt in front of Charlotte, pushing my rampant, hard cock in front of her face. Her blood was up and she licked her lips before flicking out her pink little tongue to tease the uncovered mushroom head of my prick.
Emboldened, she now opened her lips wide and encircled my cock as I instinctively moved forward to push my yearning prick even further into her mouth. Her magic tongue circled my knob end, savouring the juices, and her teeth scraped the tender flesh as she drew me in between those luscious lips, sucking slowly from base to top again and again, delighting me to experience new heights of unbelievable pleasure. She stroked her tongue up and down along the underside of my bursting cock, making it ache with excitement as it throbbed with ever increasing urgency. Then she cupped my balls in her hand, gently stroking them as she slowly sucked my prick even deeper inside her mouth. She squeezed her free hand under the base of my shaft, sucking me harder and harder until I felt my balls hardening and I shouted that my climax was imminent. 'I'm going to spend, Charlotte!' I cried out, trying to take out my cock from the sweet prison of her warm, wet mouth. But she was enjoying the taste of my prick in her mouth so much that she grasped the cheeks of my bottom, moving me backwards and forwards until with a final throb, I spunked a hot stream of sperm into Charlotte's willing mouth. She swallowed my copious emission and licked all round the head of my cock to take up the last drains of love juice. 'M'mmmm, that was delicious, Master Teddy. I've often thought about what it must be like to suck a cock and Alice has told me how delightful it can be-especially as there is no chance of a swollen belly afterwards.* She lay back and her soft, white belly was bared to our eyes and exposed to our lascivious gaze, hidden in a luxuriant growth of curly black hair, was her superbly chiselled crack with its large pouting lips which she parted with her fingers to reveal a gleaming little clitty. 'Come on now, Master Teddy,' she said. 'I've sucked you off so how about repaying the compliment? Or perhaps Master Terence would like to have a try.' I looked up to see if Terry would take up the invitation but my priapic partner shook his head. He was, as he later confessed, frightened to accept Charlotte's kind offer, as he was unsure as to exactly what was required of him. I must swiftly digress here to note how poorly Englishmen perform in this particular amatory art. All the Continentals, especially the French and Italians, suck a lady's pussey with far more aplomb than the sons of Albion.
Whilst this is a technique that could hardly ever find its way onto a syllabus of a learned institution-except perhaps at Nottsgrove Academy, where my old friend Doctor Simon White now presides-it is an art that needs to be practised far more widely and with far greater skill than at present. 'Show me how to eat pussey,' whispered Terence. And to his immense delight, I instructed him although my experience was to say the least limited to reading Doctor Roy Stevenson's fascinating manual on les affaires d'amour. I let my tongue travel down the length of her velvety body, lingering briefly at her belly button before sliding down to her thighs. I was still in a kneeling position when I parted the curly thatch of dark hair to reveal her damp, inviting slit. As I worked my face down into the cleft between her thighs, I could not help but notice how appealing her pussey looked and how delicate was the faint aroma that drifted towards my nose. By this time, I was now down on my stomach, between her legs, with one hand under her gorgeous bottom to provide a little elevation and the other reaching around her thigh so that I was able to spread her pussey lips with my thumb and middle finger. I placed my lips over her swollen clitty and sucked it into my mouth, where the tip of my tongue began to explore it from all directions. I could feel it grow larger as her legs wiggled and twitched up and down along the side of my body. More by luck than judgement, if truth be told, I found the base of her clitty, and began to twirl my tongue around it. As I flicked it up and down rapidly, she became very excited and I discovered that the faster I vibrated my tongue, the more of a reaction I wrenched out of her, a valuable lesson to both Terence and myself and one that we never forgot in our many muff-diving expeditions in later life. Meanwhile we had not noticed that Alice had returned with the pillows and, in a mock serious voice, she said: 'I see that you have begun the game without waiting for me! Well, boys, I think I'd like to wait a while as far as you two are concerned because I want your cocks to be as big as possible when I give you both something to think about! 'Meanwhile, Charlotte and I will give you a little exhibition that will show you that despite what you may have been told, we girls can enjoy ourselves even when there are no pricks around. Shall we do that, Charlotte?' The younger girl nodded her assent and Alice began to undress. First she unbuttoned the little mother of pearl buttons on her tightly stretched blouse revealing her large breasts with their quivering hard nipples that were soon exposed in their glorious nakedness. Then she slipped off her shoes and stockings and as she rolled down her skirt, we saw that she was wearing no underwear. I saw Terence's cock rise as she bared her delicious bum cheeks in front of him. I was equally excited by her titties and the thatch of blonde hair that barely covered her prominent pussey lips, which she stroked lasciviously, saying to Charlotte: 'You've been a naughty girl, Charlotte. You know what happens to naughty girls, don't you? 'Yes, Alice,' said Charlotte meekly, rolling her lovely naked body over towards Alice and finishing on her belly, exposing her luscious bum-cheeks to us all. To my surprise, Alice began to smack Charlotte's beautiful bottom, lightly but quickly as Charlotte cried out: 'Oooh! Ooooh! Alice! Mercy, mercy! No more, I beg of you, please, enough now, finish me off, please finish me off!' as she winced and wriggled as her skin turned from milk white to a rosy pink. 'All in good time,' said Alice, continuing her chastisement of Charlotte's bum. 'You deserve this and besides, I love to see your lovely arse change colour. It should always be this fine shade of pink and I just adore the way your cheeks jiggle as I slap them!' But in the end she relented and I passed Alice a pillow so that Charlotte could lie back with her tingling bum resting on something softer than the mossy ground. Alice knelt between Charlotte's legs and my cock stiffened perceptively as she began to slowly lick the inside of the young girl's thighs with sensuous, unhurried movements. Charlotte was now totally aroused as she pulled Alice's face downwards, ramming it between her long legs. Charlotte lay back with her legs high in the air as Alice muzzled and slurped the love-juice that was now pouring from Charlotte's cunney. 'Oh, Alice, you are the best clitty sucker in the world!' cried Charlotte. 'You make me wild with desire.
Can you feel my love juice squirting all over your face. AAAH!'
The lovely girl screamed out with delight as Alice slipped a hand behind her and began to frig her arse as she continued to lick and lap at her dripping cunt. I sat back looking on with rapturous attention as the two tribades moved into a soixante neuf position, each tonguing the other's cunt, licking, lapping each other's quims. I could see Alice's juices dribbling like honey from her parted pussey lips as Charlotte flicked gently with her wet darting tongue at Alice's erect little pink clitty. Clutching my now rock-hard prick, I moved round to see Alice give Charlotte's furry bush a thorough tonguing, soaking her curly hairs with sweet saliva and working her tongue deeper and deeper into her soaking snatch. Alice saw me and grabbed my cock and before going down again on Charlotte cried out: 'Oh, Charlotte, look, I'm tossing off Master Teddy's thick prick. He's going to empty his balls any second now, I can feel it! I can feel his juices beginning to flow. Finish yourself off, Master Teddy, I must see to Charlotte!'
She let go of my cock but I needed no urging to take over where she had left off. I rubbed my shaft up and down, covering and uncovering my glistening red knob and as the girls jerked in a mad frenzy against each other, panting and biting, then screaming with excitement as their orgasms came jointly as they shuddered to their mutual climax. At the same time I thrust my hips together and spurted my jets of frothy white spunk over Alice's face as she shrieked in delight, rubbing it all over her face and breasts. When the juices finally stopped cascading out, she milked my still throbbing cock of all its jism by sucking the very last few drops from the knob. And not to be outdone, Charlotte was sucking hard on Terence's cock as he stood over her until with a squeal of joy she took his prick out of her mouth and let her titties be drenched with the jets of spunk that squirted out of his mushroom-domed knob. 'There you are,' said Alice. That's a lesson they don't teach you at school, and I hope you enjoyed it.' 'What's that, Alice?' I panted. 'Well, you saw Charlotte and I lick each other's cunneys and frig each other's arses.
And the lesson is that only women really know where those special areas of pussey exist, those that drive us wild with excitement. We know just where to lick and suck and probe. Mind, I still enjoy a good thick cock up my cunt more than anything else, truth be told.
'You do seem to be able to spunk deliciously, Master Teddy. I wonder if after a little rest we can all fuck together to finish off the afternoon's entertainment?' As far as Terence and I were concerned the question was unnecessary! We were ready in almost a trice. Gad! In those days I could fuck all day and night and be ready with a stiff cock the next morning. And if I only knew as much about fucking then as I do today. Good Heavens, I can hardly bear to think about it. Still, as my old friend Oscar Wilde said to me quite recently: 'Youth is wasted on the young!' It took little time before we were ready and waiting for a whoresome foursome. Terence started the ball rolling by covering Charlotte's mouth with a burning kiss and the lovely girl responded by reaching out for his stiffening prick, holding it firmly yet gently between her long, tapering fingers. 'Go on, Master Terence, giver her a good fucking!' cried out Alice as Charlotte moaned with pleasure as my friend slid a hand between her legs, feeling her hairy crack, rousing her to new bouts of passion. As they rolled together on the blanket Terence tenderly opened her tender pussey lips, sliding his fingers into that dainty slit that was already moistening to a delicious wetness. He continued to frig her with one, two and then three fingers as she took hold of his cock with both hands and wriggling across him bent forward to receive the uncapped red knob between her eager lips. She sucked at the mushroomed head, her soft tongue rolling over and over, slipping her hands now underneath to cup his tight little ballsack. She rolled on to her back, eyes closed, mouth open. She was ready to be fucked-and Terence too was ready, as he positioned himself on top of her-while Alice took hold of his bursting cock and placed it between lips that opened wide to receive it. Terence thrust forward, sending his shaft deep inside her willing cunt. Charlotte cried out as she felt his prick fully inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she bucked to and fro with her buttocks coming off the blanket as she gyrated faster and faster. Charlotte began to grunt, her breathing heavy and strained as her movements quickened and suddenly she was like a wild animal as he pounded to and fro and the surging cries of fulfilment echoed throughout the old barn as Charlotte began to milk the thick cock thrusting in and out of her soft, wet cunt. 'Ah, Terreeeee!, push harder, again, and again, there!' she screamed in ecstacy as they came together. She arched her hips, forcing Terence to withdraw. Alice grabbed his swollen red prick to squirt his hot jets of spunk across Charlotte's belly as the young couple sank down into the reverie that follows the opening of the gates of the reservoir of love. My own cock was again as stiff as a poker as Alice whispered: 'Just lie back, Master Teddy, just lie back and leave the rest to me.' I did as I was told and Alice gently stroked the underside of my cock, allowing her fingers to trace a path around and underneath my balls which made my whole body tingle with gratification. After a while she closed her hand round the throbbing shaft and suddenly her tousled mane of blonde hair was between my legs as she sucked lustily upon my rampant cock. 'Oooh! Oooh! I'm going to spend, Alice, I'm going to spend!' I cried out desperately.
Immediately she ceased her sucking and struggled up, standing over me, legs apart like some divine female Colossus. Her teeth flashed in a lustful smile, her eyes twinkled as she slowly lowered herself upon me. She rubbed her cunney over the tip of my red-headed shaft and then expertly slid herself right down on me, my prick sliding straight between her pussey lips and into her moist cunney at the first attempt. I felt her muscles contract and relax as she rocked up and down my shaft. I flexed myself to thrust into that exquisite silky wetness as she pumped her tight little bum cheeks furiously up and down, digging her fingernails into my flesh as she held on to my body. Each voluptuous shove was accompanied by a wail of ecstacy as I grabbed her large breasts and brought my head up to suck and lap on those rosy nipples. We both began the final ride to our climax and I felt her cunney grip my cock even harder as we entered the last moments. She shivered and trembled as she reached the haven first, pulling me in as tightly as possible until, with a final push upwards, I too began to spend, spurting my hot love juice into her willing cunt. Alice gurgled with joy as the frothy white cream flooded into her and I felt her shudder as she drained me of every last drop of jism. The four of us lay panting with exhaustion for a while and then we developed a superb fucking chain with Charlotte on her knees, leaning forward to gobble my cock and Terence pushing his cock into her from behind whilst he frigged Alice's cunt as the dear girl exchanged passionate kisses with me while I fondled her crimson nipples that were as hard as two miniature little pricks to my touch.
. To end with, the girls lay down and played with each other's pussies, each rubbing and fingering the other while Terence and I knelt down to have our cocks sucked, mine by Charlotte and Terence's by Alice. As my old friend Sir Andrew Scott has written, first love can be idyllic-or disastrous. Which it will be depends much on the partners concerned and to a very great extent upon our own selves.
Terence and I were naive and perhaps bewildered by our experiences but there can be no doubt how fortunate we were to make our first journeys down the highways of love with such willing, loving girls who were willing to cater to our every desires. The old country law says that one's first experience should be in an open field, at night, under the stars. Maybe so, but our romp in the old barn, which was also Terence's introduction to fucking, certainly did us a power of good.
We learned much from our joust, not least the need to experiment until one finds the best way to please both oneself and one's partner. This was a maxim I have never forgotten and have always urged the lucky young men just about to begin their first rides on the roundabouts of love-joys. Later that evening I found myself alone with Alice, as Charlotte had been given the evening off-and as you can guess, dear reader, she and Terence spent the evening down nearby Lovers' Lane sucking and fucking until his cock and her cunney were just too sore to continue! Not that Alice and I were doing anything very different up in my bedroom! We had enjoyed a grand session of fucking and we were lying sated on my bed, with Alice toying with my cock in her hand. 'Have you taken part in a great deal of fucking?' I asked Alice somewhat artlessly. 'Not as much as I would like, Master Teddy, but that's because I'm careful in choosing the days. I'd rather go without or use a dildo than rely on you boys to take your cocks out just before you're about to spend. 'I was always careful about letting a cock up my pussey-even the very first time, when I wanted it so badly,' she added. 'Oh, you must tell me all about that,' I said eagerly. 'Well, if you really want to know, Master Teddy, I lost my virginity working in my last situation.'
'Do tell me about it, Alice,' I begged. 'I'm sure that will make my cock swell up again. After all, I've only come twice and Mama said they would be returning late tonight. I want to fuck you at least twice more before they come back.' 'My, could you really? I've been looking at that book by Doctor Roy Stevenson that your Papa gave you and he says that too much fucking is as bad as too little.'
'Oh, never mind all that!' I exclaimed. 'Tell me about the first time you fucked.' She smiled and said: 'Well, all right, I will tell you all about it. I was working as a kitchen maid in a big house in North London. My employer was a publisher and he often brought home books for the servants to read. Well, one afternoon, I was walking down Holywell Street and I thought I would look into one of the bookshops there. I noticed there were several shops selling prints but I did not know that this was a notorious centre for smutty books.
After all, I was just a simple country girl of sixteen years of age. I couldn't help noticing that some of the prints displayed outside Toby Watson's bookshop looked rather rude. Of course, I did not know that the prints that had caught my eye were classic sketches by the great caricaturist Thomas Rowlandson. 'Suddenly a man's voice behind me said: “Do you like the work of Rowlandson? There are prudes who would wish to ban his drawings but I think the man was a great artist, don't you?” 'I blushed and turned round to see who was speaking to me.
He turned out to be a good-looking man in his late twenties or early thirties, smartly but not richly dressed. We struck up a conversation but I could tell that from the way he was staring at my white frilly blouse that he was attracted to me-as I was, it must be confessed, to him. 'We engaged in conversation for about five minutes and then he offered to take me to a public house for a drink. I liked him even more when he did not demur after I said that I would prefer a nice cup of tea. So he took me to Bourne's Coffee House in Gray's Inn Road and we chatted away animatedly over tea and cakes. He told me that his name was Kenneth Kenhall-Watkins and that he worked as a salesman for a big London publisher. And what a coincidence! He worked for Goulthorpes, the company for whom my employer, Professor Pelham, was the chief editor. 'He lodged nearby in John Street and I needed little encouragement to agree to see the etchings he had purchased the previous week which were, of course, in his rooms. 'So very soon afterwards, I found myself sitting on a couch in Kenneth's room, looking at a book of very saucy prints. There was one particular print that I shall always remember as it sent shivers of lust throughout my body. Indeed, it makes me randy now just thinking about it. 'The scene was of a richly decorated bedroom and upon the bed lay a ravishingly beautiful young girl in a state of deshabille. She lay with her eyes closed, her petticoat and shift thrown up, her thighs wide apart, revealing to my burning gaze a rounded white belly, the bottom part of which was covered by a generous growth of jet black hair; and from between the locks that grew over the mount above a delicious-looking little crack, I could perceive two rosy lips slightly gaping open, from which oozed traces of whitish-looking foam.
Next to the girl was standing a handsome young man, totally naked, whose huge erect prick was being lovingly grasped by the reclining girl whose mouth was open, teasingly near the uncapped knob and ready to perform sweet suction upon this lucky youth's stiff cock. 'You may well guess what happened very after that, Master Teddy! I hardly noticed the dashing rogue raise my petticoats and inserting his hand between my legs, letting it rest on the golden covering of blonde hair that covered my delicate little crack. 'With the other he dexterously undid the top two buttons of my blouse to view better the firm swell of my breasts. I was unsure as to how best to react-but for better or worse I was given little time to think about it as he suddenly pressed his face close to mine and kissed me passionately upon the lips. 'In spite of my surprise, I felt a rush of excitement surge through my veins. There was something about Kenneth's kiss that made it impossible not to respond. His hand slipped down to close gently over my breast as his other began to stroke my dampening pussey through the thin cotton material of my drawers.
'Everything was now happening so fast that my memory is but a fond blur. I do remember though that I didn't try to resist him although being a gentleman, Kenneth later assured me, he would have acceded to my wishes if I had wished to break away from his embrace.
'Be that as it may, his hand reached the top of my legs as I pressed my lips more firmly against his, he now stroking my pussey harder with his thumb, his fingers probing and caressing the lips of my cunney. Then I felt my whole body vibrate with excitement as his thumb found my clitty! He began rubbing it with a steadily increasing pace that had me swooning with delight. Ah, at that moment, I must confess, I knew for certain that I would be glad and willing to let him do anything he wished with me. 'Kenneth now let go of my breast and began to undo the buttons at the back of my blouse. Then he slipped it off me completely and ran his hands over my naked breasts, tracing circles around the stiffening nipples with the tips of his fingers. Then he bent his head down and took one of my erect teats in his mouth, and the wet friction of his tongue made me gasp with bliss as he sucked firm and deep. 'Now I could feel him tugging at my drawers and I lifted my bum off the seat automatically to assist him as he pulled them down. I was feeling incredibly aroused and when Kenneth took hold of my hand and planted it firmly between his legs, I knew I just had to be fucked by this sweet man. My whole body panted for him! My breasts seemed to be swelling as if they would burst and the little red cherry-tipped nipples were as hard as peas and tickling me! And as for my cunt, oh, such a throbbing as went on in it as I had never felt before. '“Now, Alice,' he said tenderly. “I do so want to fuck you. Would you like that, my darling?” '“Very much so!” I replied quietly and with that Kenneth swiftly undressed and I gazed with longing at his thick, stiff cock which stood up so proudly, attended above by a fine swatch of thick black hair and underneath by the velvety wrinkled ballsbag. I might never have been fucked before but I had seen a few cocks before then, from the time I played “Doctors and Nurses” with Dudley Lovell, my cousin, at his fourteenth birthday party, to the extraordinarily thick but battered-looking prick belonging to Taylor, the Scottish butler at the house where I worked, whom I saw fucking the cook and the youngest pantrymaid one after the other on the kitchen table just a few weeks before.
Fortunately I had been warned to keep away from this man who was well-known for his propensity to stick his enormous truncheon up any skirt given half a chance. 'But Kenneth looked so handsome without a stitch of clothing on him. He looked so powerful, so lithe!
His shoulders were as broad as mine were narrow and his deep and manly chest, covered lightly with dark hair contrasted so well with my graceful, swelling bosoms. He stretched me out on the big couch and knelt alongside me, kissing my titties and belly and running his hand up and down my thighs. 'My excitement grew even more stronger as I lovingly clutched his head, moaning my approval as he pressed his lips down onto my bushy mound. He worked his tongue up and around my clitty, sucking and lapping my soaking pussey as I ground my slit against his mouth. He was an excellent pussey-eater, one moment gently nibbling my cunney lips and the next sucking on clitty until I just could not wait any longer for his cock to nestle down between my legs.
'“Please, please fuck me, Kenneth!” I implored. ' “But I want to make sure you wish to lose your hymen,” he muttered, not leaving his stimulation of my pussey for more than a moment. ' “I lost that by fingerfucking years ago,” I said. “I want your cock, though, to be the first to enter my slit especially as it's a good time of the month to let you come inside me.” '“I don't want to play Vatican roulette,” said Kenneth. “But 'pon my soul, you are such a beautiful girl, I don't think my cock would ever forgive me if I did not place him in your dear little pussey.” 'Kenneth needed no further urging as he climbed over me and I eagerly lifted my hips to welcome his thrusting prick that slid easily between the lips of my pussey. His cock was thick and long, as I said, and I squirmed in sheer ecstasy as for the first time I experienced the joy of a throbbing, hot cock pump in and out of my love-channel. I was in heaven having waited so long for this moment to arrive. Kenneth was an expert at fucking, or l'arte de faire l'amour, in a salute to the French whom he insisted made their love-making far more fun than in our stuffy old country. 'Still, his prick was a perfect fit for my nest. I remember the way he played with my breasts as my titties bounced back and forth in rhythm to his thrusts. My pussey was soaking with love juices but it was still tight and I loved the way-how shall I put it-well, how my pussey lips and clitty appeared to move to and fro, sending me into a delicious spend as Kenneth thrust and thrust again as he clasped me to him and in a convulsive thrill he pumped a luscious flood of creamy spunk into my womb! 'There, Master Teddy! That's how I lost my virginity. Did you find that an exciting story?* 'Your tale certainly has made me feel randy again, Alice,' I replied. 'Why, look at my cock! It's swelling up again beautifully.' 'So it is, Master Teddy! My, you are lucky to have such a big cock. It's even fatter than my last friend's tool and his was quite enormous. His name was Trevor Williams, an assistant in John Hotten's special bookshop in Piccadilly and I think he must have enlarged his tool by playing with it all day while reading all those naughty books!'* As we lay back on the bed, I felt her warm hand encircle my throbbing cock. She turned onto her back and whispered to me to stroke her. My hand glided smoothly over her white skin, brushing lightly over her breasts, her hard, erect nipples and then down over her stomach. When I reached her pussey, she opened her legs for me. My fingers slipped over the moist lips of her cunt and when I found her clitty, her hand tightened around my shaft. She said: 'Oh, Teddy, lie down beside me with your head towards my feet. Do you know how to taste a girl?' 'Not really, Alice.' 'Just lick me,' she instructed. 'Slide your tongue slowly over my cunney lips.
Once you do it you will see how naturally it comes to you.' And she was right! Once I had got a taste of her creamy cunt, my tongue seemed to develop a life of its own, whipping back and forth, up and down, boring deep inside her tender love channel. I felt her tongue flick over my knob, down the shaft and over my balls and then reversing the route back to the top. Dear Alice, few girls know how to suck cock better than she! With one gulp, she slipped the remainder of my shaft in the wet warmth of her mouth and lying on our sides, we sucked away at each other until she spent, grinding her soppy pussey against my face. Suddenly, she backed away from me and my cock slipped out of her mouth. She raised her knees up, legs wide apart and told me to put my trusty tool inside her. Nothing loath, I leaned forward, pressing into her until my entire shaft was buried in her snatch. She cried with delight as I pumped away, pressing to meet my thrusts to make certain that every inch of cock was inside her juicy pussey. Naturally, it took only a short time before I felt myself ready to climax and I shot great globs of white frothy sperm inside the lovely girl's cunt. We lay panting after this lustful emission but later that afternoon she showed me the joys of tit-fucking and how to squirt my spunk over her breasts. Alice taught me many of the secrets of sexual pleasures that summer. She was patient and loving and every woman I've made love to since has benefited from her kind tutelage. I am glad to say that Alice married a young teacher and emigrated to Australia where they now live, happily in considerable prosperity near the town of Melbourne.
This summer of my fifteenth year was truly a memorable time. For I must new pass on quickly to an event that occurred just two or three days after my glorious joust with Alice. We were enjoying a quiet breakfast when my father suddenly broke off from reading The Times to say: 'Ada, boys, listen to me. There is a most interesting item in the newspaper this morning.' 'What is it, Father?' enquired Cecil, who I should mention was now seventeen and a lordly sixth former at Cockshall Manor Academy. 'Do you remember that Swedish gentleman, Mr. Karl Andersson? You will doubtless have recalled that we met him at Sir Douglas Walker's reception in aid of the West London Home for Unmarried Fathers. Well, he has written a letter to The Times from East Africa about his experiences with elephants. You will be fascinated by what he has to say.' 'Who cares a shit about that boring old fart?' muttered Cecil under his breath. Fortunately Father did not quite catch what was said and registered his disapproval only by a glare. 'Oh, do read the letter to us,' said Mother placatingly, though I am sure that she had no real desire to listen to my Father. Actually, I was rather interested, not having met the gentleman concerned and I had just finished reading an exciting adventure about explorers in the Dark Continent. 'Very well, my dear,' said Father. 'Pay attention, boys. The letter begins: “I address you now from the wilds of unexplored country about a hundred and fifty miles from Nairobi. During my travels I encountered a very considerable number of elephants but unfortunately chiefly cows with their young which are both dangerous and unprofitable. I have had some perilous adventures with these animals and have been taught some severe lessons which I am not likely ever to forget. If I have not obtained a great deal of ivory I have gained a great deal of experience and some interesting insights into the natural history of the African elephant. '“Nothing gives a person a better idea of the elephants' stupendous powers than a day's walk through one of their favourite haunts. There may be seen whole tracts of forest laid prostrate and such trees sometimes! The trees, which for the main part are of a brittle nature, are usually broken off short by the beasts; but when they meet with a tree that seems to them too tough to snap at once, up it goes, root and all. '“The other day, after many hours of fatiguing tracking, I was closing with a very large troop of elephants, consisting chiefly of females, when to my left I suddenly espied another troop of what I took to be males. I at once left the first troop to attack the second. I stalked unperceived to within twenty-five paces of the herd when to my annoyance, I discovered that they were also mostly cows and calves. There were however, a couple of fine bulls among them, one evidently acting as paterfamilias to the herd. This beast's position was unfavourable and I was waiting for him to present a better mark when to my astonishment they all made off.
' “As they were disappearing into the brushwood I fired at one of the hindermost-a male, as I imagined. In an instant the herd wheeled about, and with a terrific rush came crashing through the bushes nearly in a direct line towards me. But after running for about sixty or seventy paces they stopped short, evidently annoyed at not finding the enemy. '“I felt very much inclined to take to my heels, but a moment's reflection convinced me that safety lay only in keeping close; and it was as well I did so for in a few moments the paterfamilias made an oblique rush through the jungle with such force as to actually send a whole tree that he had uprooted in his headlong course spinning in the air. A huge branch remained fixed to one of his tusks. His head he carried aloft, his huge ears were spread to the full, while with his trunk he sniffed the air impatiently. In this position, and when within less than a dozen paces of me he remained, I should say, for about half a minute. I think it was the most striking and thrilling sporting scene that I ever saw… '“I have shot many giraffes, gnus, hartebeests besides elephants but I make a point of not destroying unless absolutely in want of meat to feed either my party or the hundreds of poor devils constantly following my track.'”
“Well, that sounds very exciting, doesn't it, lads? said Father, folding the newspaper and putting it down on the table. 'I don't like the idea of killing for sport,' I said. 'Neither do I,' said Cecil. 'I am glad that Mr. Andersson only shot those poor animals for food and not simply wantonly as do so many hunters.' 'I am in agreement with you, boys,' said Mother. 'Your sentiments certainly do you proud.' 'Yes, I would not disagree with that,' said Father.
'Anyhow, the reason that I read that passage to you is that Jumbo the elephant is at the London Zoological Gardens in Regent's Park just now and I thought that we would take a train up to town and see him. Would you like to go? What a splendid treat lay in store, I thought, as Cecil and I chorused our assent. But Mother declined the invitation as she was due to take tea that afternoon with the squire's wife, Lady Le Baique, and felt it would be impolite to cancel the arrangement at such short notice. 'But you three men must go!' said Mother kindly. 'I will go another time and anyhow, your Papa and I saw Jumbo last year when we went up to town for Lord Bourne's Autumn Ball.'
'Very well, my dear, I will call young Owen to take us to the railway station so as we can catch the noon train. It so happens that I want to see my old friend Sir Lionel Trapes who lives nearby in St John's Wood so I shall be able, if you will forgive the perhaps inappropriate colloquialism, to kill two birds with one stone.'
We travelled up to town on the good old London, Brighton and South Coast Railway and the train pulled into Victoria Station within a minute of its scheduled time of arrival. We disembarked and strode up the station platform to the cab rank. We were waiting in a fairly long queue when Father suddenly snapped his fingers and grimaced.
'Boys, I have just remembered that I promised to undertake a chore for Sir Lionel which will necessitate my leaving you to visit the Zoo by yourselves,' said Father. 'I promised to pick up a book for him, some learned text or other that has been ordered especially for him from the Continent. The bookseller promised it would be ready for collection today so I wrote to my friend and said that I would collect it and save him a journey or the cost of postage.
'So here are two sovereigns, Cecil. You and Teddy can take a cab directly to the Zoo. I think it best if you meet me at Sir Lionel's this afternoon. In case you have forgotten his address, here is his card. Be there by five o'clock. I will have to see Jumbo another time.
And perhaps I will be able to take your mother with me,' he concluded.
The day was turning into a great adventure indeed. We waited with Father for our separate cabs and he warned us of the dangers of pickpockets who lurk round railway stations and any large gathering of people. 'You can sometimes tell the thieves by an unrest about them, for they seldom journey on a train,' explained Father. 'They hang around the ticket offices or queues like this. When they see people engaged in conversation they go up to them and plant themselves by their side while the others cover their movements. Then one might pretend to bump into the victim and extract his wallet, for these thieves have very quick fingers. So be warned, and keep an eye out for your money and your pocket-watch.' With those words, Father climbed into a cab and fortunately a second cab soon appeared and Cecil and I were off to the Zoo. 'I say, Cecil, what sort of book is Father getting for Sir Lionel? 'Something he'd never let us see, like French postcards or a copy of the Cremorne?' said Cecil.
'Did you know that Sir Lionel's nephew is in my form at school? And from what young Daley tells me, old Sir Lionel's a bit of a sportsman.
He belongs to the Jim-Jam Club in Great Windmill Street. Now that's run by Major Ferguson, whose nephew is also in the Lower Sixth at Cockshall Manor. And Scott Ferguson told the prefects that all the London swells go there to fuck, if you know what that means.' 'Of course I know what that means!' I cried indignantly. 'Why, I've already fucked two girls myself this summer.' 'Gosh, have you really? One of them must be Alice. No, no, no, you must not tell me, Teddy, for a gentleman never ever reveals the names of girls he has fucked unless he has caught a dose of clap from them. And then, in that case, it is his bounden duty to inform his friends. Still, good luck to you, little brother. I didn't think you could even manage a cockstand yet,' smiled Cecil. 'However, I don't suppose you would be interested in having a fuck at a rather special private club I know.
After all, I'm sure you would much prefer to see the animals at the Zoo.' 'Don't tease me, Cecil,' I said. 'You know bloody well that I would give up my house cricket colours for the chance of another fuck. But Father has always warned us against loose women. Won't we be risking catching some awful pox?” 'Father is quite right. You must never pick up a woman in the street. But the girls at the private clubs cater exclusively for gentlemen and they are checked every so often for any problems. Don't worry, Teddy, your cock and balls are quite safe at Maison Alfred's.' 'Well, I'm game if you really mean it. But how about lucre? We've only got Father's two sovereigns between us and we'll want some tea and then we'll need another cab to be at Sir Lionel's by, five o'clock, won't we?' 'No problem, young brother. I've five pounds here that Father's cousin, Doctor Arkley, gave me for coming first in the Public Schools' cross-country race last April. I can't think of a better use for the cash than to spend it on two lovely girls, a slap up spread and a magnum of bubbly, can you?* Cecil instructed the driver to change his route though, as it happens, Maison Alfred's was not all that far away from the Zoological Gardens, being situated at the north end of Marylebone High Street. The club was in a private house and Cecil gave five sharp raps on the door with the heavy brass lion's head knocker.
'That's a signal known only to club members,' he told me.
The door was opened by a rather stout maitre d'hotel, who asked Cecil for his membership card which he fished out of his waistcoat pocket. 'I'll sign in my brother,' said Cecil breezily. 'I regret that the minimum age for entry is sixteen, Mr. Parsifal,' intoned the attendant. 'Well, young Teddy's sixteen, Soames.'
'He looks far younger, sir. We would require proof of his age.
Have either of you any such proof?' 'How about this?' said Cecil, slipping a sovereign into the man's hand. 'That will do nicely,' said Soames happily. 'May I recommend the Chelsea Room on the first floor. Polly and Sophie are awaiting custom.' 'Excellent, excellent. Send up a cold collation with a magnum of fizz in as soon as possible. Look, Soames, I'll leave five pounds here, that should cover it and leave a fair old tip for you, right?' 'You're very generous, Mister Parsifal,' murmured the servant as Cecil led the way up to our salon. He tapped on the door and opened it. I peered from behind him and saw an exquisitely furnished room that had a small table near the windows which overlooked Marylebone High Street and two couches drawn up near the fireplace though naturally at the height of a warm summer's day, the fires had not yet been lit. And sitting on one of the couches were two of the prettiest girls I have ever seen in my life. One was slender and of medium height of no more than at most eighteen years of age with a merry little face which was sheer perfection. Her chin was charmingly dimpled, her lips, full and pouting, slightly open, gave just a glimpse of two rows of ivory that appeared set in the deep rosy flesh of her small and elegant mouth.
Her nose was of the Roman cast, her eyes a sparkling lustrous dark brown and her forehead was middling high, setting off a mop of brown, shiny hair. She wore an emerald green dress, low-cut with a long wide skirt, nipped in at the waist and her nipples were only barely concealed by the fabric for her corset thrust forward her pert young breasts and my eyes were immediately riveted upon those white alabaster beauties. The other exquisite creature was red-headed, her hair drawn back in a bun which she was in the act of loosening when Cecil opened the door. Her skin was white and of a clarity that it seemed illumined from within. She was wearing a cream coloured outfit, the jacket of which, being fashioned tightly to her torso and waist, allowed me to see the perfect development of her fully-rounded breasts while her lower limbs were clad in a long, pleated skirt. Her features were finely shaped, the best features being a retrousse nose and sparkling light blue eyes. 'Well, do you like what you see or do you want to send us back to the shop? said the divine-looking redhead. 'No, no, not at all. It's just that my young brother and I have been struck dumb by this exciting sight of two luscious lovelies such as yourselves,' stammered out Cecil. 'How kind of you to say so,' chipped in the brunette. 'In that case we had better introduce ourselves. I am Sophie and this is my sister Polly.'
'Heavens, two brothers and two sisters together, how exciting!' said Cecil. 'Ha, ha, ha! Yes, well actually Sophie is only my half sister but I love her very much!' cried Polly. 'I'm sure you do,' rejoined my brother. 'Anyhow, I am Cecil Parsifal and this is Teddy, my young rogue of a full brother. At least, to the best of my knowledge he is my full brother although I must confess that Nature has been kinder to him than me as I hear from a variety of sources that he possesses the biggest prick in Cockshall Manor!' 'My, he's rather young, isn't he? How old are you, Teddy?' asked Polly.
'Old enough!' I replied. 'I'm sixteen years old next week.'
I believe that the girls saw through my unblushing lie but they smiled and said nothing more about my age. I think they both fancied a fuck with a young teenaged boy after having to deal with older men who frankly often had trouble keeping it up. 'I've made all the arrangements with Soames,' said Cecil, who was obviously eager to get on with the action. 'He'll have a cold collation and some bubbly up here soon.' 'Oh, he won't be here for at least an hour,' said Sophie. 'It's very hot in here, boys, why don't we take off some clothes and let the pleasant warm air get to our bodies.' We needed no further bidding but perhaps it was the first time Cecil and I had undressed together for many years, we were both somewhat inhibited and I found to my surprise that unusually, my cock stayed flapping down between my legs. I stole a glance at Cecil and saw that he too was at half-mast, his knob being only partially uncovered by his foreskin. 'Those look like sizeable weapons once they are primed,' laughed Polly. 'Yes, you're right. What can we do to stiffen their cocks?' Sophie pondered. 'I know, let's tan their hides!' 'What a good idea, Sophie,' chirped Polly. 'Now, who is going to be first. You are the older, Cecil so let us begin. Bend down, sir and touch your toes.' Quite nude, my brother did as he was told, opening his legs slightly so we had fair view of his hanging balls. Sophie passed a hand lightly across his bare bum cheeks and then she nodded and they immediately began to smack Cecil's arse with their palms. As one girl smacked his bum, the other began to undress so by the time Cecil's bum was rosy coloured from their sweet slapping, both the girls were stark naked. 'There, you naughty boy. How dare you come to us with a limp prick?' 'Such an impudent boy! There, take that, and that, and that!' I craned my head forward and observed a very perceptible rising in his cock which had swelled up and soon stood out up against his belly in a rampant state of erection. I had not even noticed that my own prick had also stiffened up to its fullest height and was also standing high majestically against my flat belly. “They're both ready now,' cried Polly, 'Now, Cecil, your poor bum took a beating so you can fuck first!' And with that she grabbed hold of Cecil and after a cheerful preliminary embrace the lovely girl stretched herself out on the luxuriously thick carpet. She was absolutely beautiful with extremely large breasts topped by equally well proportioned aureoles and nipples. Her mound was covered with a profusion of rich reddish hair and the glowing chink between the slips of her cunney looked highly inviting. Cecil took a deep breath, blew out his cheeks as he expelled the air from his lungs and took his rock-hard cock in his hand. As he knelt down he drew back the foreskin, making his purple knob bound and swell. Polly heaved herself up and she too knelt forward, pushing out the chubby cheeks of her bum to afford me a truly excellent view of both her cunt and her arsehole. This excited me no end and it was all I could do to restrain myself from frigging off there and then. She grasped Cecil's cock with both hands and slowly began first to lick my lucky brother's knob and then, after giving the shaft a good rub, taking almost the whole length in her mouth until it must have surely been touching the back of her throat.
Then she began to suck noisily on Cecil's bursting prick, moving her head to and fro so that his shaft moved smoothly back and forth though always a part was engulfed between Polly's pouting lips. Meanwhile, she played with his balls, gently squeezing them until she felt that Cecil was near the peak of pleasure. Now she took his throbbing member out of her mouth and, still keeping tight hold of his shaft, gently whispered to him to lie down on his back. Cecil obeyed without demur and lay flat on the carpet, his rampant cock sticking up as firmly as a flagpole under the gorgeous Polly's expert handling.
The delicious girl rose up, and still keeping my brother's prick in her hand, turned her peachy bum cheeks to his belly and calmly proceeded to sit firmly on his cock, straddled over his lap in a position that I was later to learn enabled her to enjoy the very last fraction of a cock length in her heated cunney. They stayed almost motionless for a few moments as in a tableau vivant, enjoying the mutual sensations of repletion and possession so delightful to each of the players of the glorious game. Then they commenced those soul-stirring movements that led inexorably to a grande finale of frenzy. One could almost feel their muscles contract and relax as she rocked up and down on Cecil's cock. As their orgasm approached, Polly drove down hard with a delighted squeal, spearing herself on Cecil's bursting prick which was glistening wet from her cunt juice.
The pair then melted into a torrent of mutual spendings as they came together with great cries and Cecil shot a great gushing stream of spunk into her womb. Now it was my turn to join in this erotic frolic. Sophie and I were now both stark naked and the gorgeous girl embraced me passionately as we stood belly to belly, with only my thick, hard cock being squeezed delightfully between our tummies.
'What a monster,' laughed Sophie lasciviously. 'My goodness, Teddy, you have a gigantic prick for such a young fellow. I do believe it is even bigger than that of Peter Stockman, that young theology student who fucked me so divinely last Thursday.' 'Do you think so?' said Polly with interest. 'Well, let us see if he can use it as well as Peter who you said was the best fuck you have enjoyed since you had the Bishop of Finchley.' I inclined the willing wench backwards upon the soft carpet and we lay at full length, side by side, both of us eager as possible for the game; my head was buried between Sophie's loving thighs, with which she pressed me most amorously, as I inserted my tongue into her inviting little crack, making her gasp with passion. She sucked my stiff prick, handling and kissing my balls till I spent in her mouth as her tongue washed my knob. She sucked down my copious emission whilst I repaid her loving attentions to the best of my ability with my own active tongue. I rolled over this delicious minx, spreading her legs wide as she grasped my cock to feed it to her juicy pussey. She rolled back my foreskin and kissed the shiny dome as she guided my knob to the lips of her hot pussey and slowly, thrillingly, I inched my shaft inside her willing cunney as it sucked in my throbbing prick. I fucked her with long, smooth strokes and we laughed merrily as I hovered above her, supporting myself on my arms. My balls slapped in slow cadence on her buttocks and thighs as I moved down, up and down again, increasing the pace as I thrust with a new intensity, cheered on by Cecil and Polly who were greatly impressed, and I apologise if I do sound boastful of my prowess in l'arte de faire l'amour. As I approached the heights, I changed the tempo to one of swift, short jabs as she rotated her bum cheeks as I pulsed in and out of her squelchy pussey. We climaxed together as my cock squirted out jets of spunk that mingled exquisitely with her own stream of cunney juice.
Now she had tasted me Sophie wanted more, so she rubbed up my cock to a second fine erection and I took her doggy fashion, gripping her hips as I thrust my rampant tool deep into her cunt from behind, my balls jiggling against her firm and nicely rounded bum cheeks. I fucked away energetically just as if I had never spent just minutes before, as the throbbing and contracting of her inner cunney muscles on my enraptured prick spurred me to further efforts until with a hoarse cry I pumped a second stream of sperm into her willing womb. I fell on top of the sweet girl and we sank down exhausted entwined in each other's arms to enjoy the lovely lethargy that comes after a fine bout of fucking.
None of us had noticed that whilst we had been fucking, Soames had entered the room and set up a table upon which he had placed a selection of cold meats, fruits, and a magnum of champagne in an ice-bucket. (I understand that the contract for the club's ice was so valuable that the tradesman concerned, a Mr. Tong, slipped Soames a five pound note the first Friday of every month but that is neither here nor there). We were so warm from our games that we stayed quite naked as we ate and drank our way through the informal little luncheon. It transpired that both the girls were well educated young ladies and had entered their work not so much from want as from sheer enjoyment of the business involved and Cecil and I enjoyed a very interesting conversation with them as we sipped our nice champagne. We sat idly around talking of this and that when Sophie said: 'I must say that I really enjoyed my lunchtime fuck. You boys are in the first flush of youth and eager to please your girls.