The Intimate Memoirs of an Edwardian Dandy, vol.II

by Rupert Mountjoy

  Instead, I squeezed my bursting prick as I watched Arthur's fingers burying themselves in Gwendolen's furry mound, which made her shake in a series of spasms before she gasped: “Arthur, let me do something for you.” He pulled away for a moment and attempted to take off his tights. He pushed them over the protuberance made by his swollen prick and let them down together with his underpants down to his ankles.

  'Gwendolen reached out and grasped his tumescent tool, sliding her hand up and down the thick veiny shaft and they frigged each other frenziedly as they exchanged a long, deep French kiss. I could no longer contain myself and indulged in a rapid five knuckle shuffle.

  Gwendolen lay back and spread her legs and the sight of Arthur's fingers sliding in and out of her hairy crack brought me to the boil very quickly and turning aside I ejaculated a stream of creamy jism all over the wall behind me. In double quick time I mopped it up with a handkerchief as best as I could. Then as I dried my knob I looked back again at the frenetic couple in the room in front of me who by now were about to progress to an actual fuck. Gwendolen was now on her back with her head resting on a plump cushion and Arthur was on his knees between her legs. He grabbed a second cushion and slid it under her backside and then he nudged her knees further apart as he took his thick prick in his hand and carefully inserted the uncapped bulbous helmet into her cunney. I swear I could hear the squelchy sound of his shaft parting her love lips and entering her cunt as she clasped her legs around his waist and he fucked her in a slow yet steady rhythm, his hands cupping her breasts as he pumped in and out of her juicy love channel. '“Go on big boy, fuck my pussey with that big fat dick. Ram your cock into my crack you dear lad!” she cried out as she drummed her feet against the small of his back to force every inch of his pulsating tool inside her. Arthur was now panting from his exertions as he pounded away, his body rocking backwards and forwards between her spread fleshy thighs. Gwendolen was obviously spending as she raked his back with her fingernails as she thrilled to the sweet sensations of her spend, but as he trembled on the brink of his climax she gasped: “Best not come inside me tonight, Arthur, it's not a good time of the month.” “Oh, damnation!” he grunted, clearly disappointed but gallantly and wisely, he jerked his hips upward and withdrawing his gleaming, throbbing penis, proceeded to shoot a flood of milky white semen all over her belly. Gwendolen wriggled out from underneath him and wiped her pussey with the corner of one of the discarded old costumes upon which they had been lying. 'Time for another quick one?” she asked and before he could answer she leaned forwards on her hands and knees and presented the full moons of her soft rounded buttocks to Arthur's (and my own!) delighted gaze. His cock was still meaty looking but it swelled up again to a full erection after he slicked his hand up and down his wet shaft. Then when his prick was ready again for action he pulled open her rounded bottom-cheeks and, after wetting his knob with spittle, inserted the tip of his chopper inside the wrinkled brown rosette of her rear-dimple. She writhed with the pleasure and the shock afforded by this new sensation and Arthur had his work cut out to keep his cock in place. 'Her plump bum slapped nicely against the back of Arthur's thighs as he pounded away and reaching behind her she caressed his heavy ballsack as she rocked to and fro in time with Arthur's piston thrusts. My own cock had swollen up again but before I could even think of frigging myself for a second time, Arthur's torso suddenly went rigid and he spurted spasm after spasm of spunk into Gwendolen's arse-hole. 'But now came the disaster that nearly led to the abandonment of last night's performance of the play! For as Arthur emptied his balls he cried out not in ecstasy but in agony: “Ow! Ow! Ow! My back! My back!” as he fell forward on top of her, his prick still embedded in Gwendolen's back passage as they collapsed in an untidy heap. Poor Arthur was in obvious pain, his back muscles having seized up so badly that he was unable to move his body by even an inch. “Arthur, what's the matter?-please get off me!” cried Gwendolen in vain. They were joined together by Arthur's prick but she managed to wriggle free from this tender trap, leaving Arthur moaning in agony on the carpet of old costumes. '“For God's sake get help, Gwen, I'm in terrible pain,” moaned Arthur and hearing his plea I decided to make my presence known. I quickly walked back a few yards and then walked briskly towards the room, knocked on the door and threw it wide open. I feasted my eyes on Gwendolen's delicious naked charms for she was so agitated she made no attempt to cover her titties or her silky pubic muff of light brown curb. '“Oh Michael, thank goodness you're here,” she said with undisguised relief. I pretended to look shocked as I replied: “Good God, what's been going on here, Gwendolen? Did Arthur attack you?” 'Despite the desperate situation, she smiled briefly before replying: “Not in the way your question suggests; we were, er, urn, doing some indoor exercise when suddenly Arthur keeled over and now he can't move!” '“You'd better change, Gwendolen, your next scene opens in just over ten minutes' time,” I said crisply, picking up Arthur's tights from the floor. “I'll go next door to Arthur's room and slip these on, pronto. Luckily we're near enough of the same build so I'll be able to change into his shirt and doublet as well. I'll take your boots as well, Arthur, if you don't mind. You know the first rule of all thespians- no matter what, the show must go on.” 'Gwendolen clapped her hands together and looked admiringly at me. “Oh, Michael, I didn't realise what a masterful chap you are-but do you know Arthur's part?” '“I've heard you rehearse often enough and we studied the play at school, but if I lose my place, young Sheena Walshaw is an excellent prompter and she'll help me out. Luckily the action takes place when the set won't be lit too brightly so hopefully the substitution won't be too glaring even for those people in the front stalls.” 'I promised Arthur that I would send someone to help him as soon as possible and then went next door and changed into his costume.

  I grabbed Gwendolen's hand and pulled her along the corridor and upstairs to the side of the stage, where Sidney Smyth glared at her and whispered: “I was just about ready to send out a search party.”

  Then when he saw me dressed as Vincentio his eyes bulged but he only had time to gurgle an imprecation before Gwendolen and I sailed onto the stage. The Gods were with me and I managed to get through my lines without once having to take recourse of a prompt. In the wings, the rest of the cast gathered to find out what was happening, and as Gwendolen and I finished our scene to a storm of applause we were almost mobbed when the curtain came down at the end of the Act. I hastily explained what had befallen the stricken Arthur, tactfully omitting the prurient details of his unfortunate accident. Sidney went in front of the curtains and asked if there were a doctor in the house and fortunately Dr Fulham of the John Radcliffe Infirmary was in the audience and he kindly offered his services to us. During the interval, we managed to get Arthur up on his feet but I continued to play the role for the rest of the evening and Sidney made a further announcement to the audience explaining that the actor playing Vincentio had been taken ill and that I would act as understudy for the remainder of the play.

  'Gwendolen was very grateful. Not only had I saved the day as far as the play was concerned but also that I had not breathed a word about how Arthur came to strain his back so badly! By the time we went back to our dressing rooms, Arthur had been helped back to his college and Gwendolen turned to me and suggested that I brought my clothes into her room so that we could change together. When I returned with my clothes she said: “I do so admire the way you solved our problem, Michael. But do you know, all this stress has given me all kinds of aches and pains. Would you care to massage my back for me?” '“Certainly I would,” I replied, “although I had better tell you that I have never tried to massage anybody before.” '“Oh, I'm sure that a clever chap like you will have no difficulties,” she replied and before my very eyes she slipped out of her costume and gave me full view again of her delectable naked body. She lay face downwards on the small sofa and I licked my lips when Gwendolen wriggled her luscious bum cheeks. I moved over and put my hand on her shoulder. “Start from
the top and work down,” she suggested and nothing loath, I gently rubbed the smooth, warm skin of her neck with my fingertips. '“M'mmm, you have a wonderful touch, Mr. Beattie,” she purred in a soft voice, “are you sure you have never before given any girl a massage?” For reply, I began kissing her, starting at the nape of her neck and then my kisses followed my hands which were soon clutching her glowing, rounded buttocks. As I frantically tore at the buttons of my doublet I rained rapid kisses down her backbone and over her bum cheeks down the backs of her thighs which made her body quiver all over. 'When I had managed to shuck off my tights, she turned round to lie on her back and her beautiful body lay sprawled before me, her legs flung invitingly apart and the white globes of her breasts acting as magnets to my hands which roved freely across them to feel the elongated red nipples. I kissed her pretty ankles and began travelling ever upwards. Gwendolen trembled with lustful anticipation when my hot lips reached the curly hair of her cunney and she moaned with desire when I sucked the pouting love lips into my mouth. She grabbed my hair and pulled me even closer as my tongue inserted itself into the damp crevice of her cunt. My tongue soon found her stiffening clitty and she gasped: “Yes, Michael, finish me off as quickly as you can!” So I gave her clitty my full attention, nibbling the hard flesh as her body jerked from side to side as I tongued her cunney and played with her titties until she threw back her head and in a paroxysm of erotic fervour cried out: “I'm coming, Michael, I'm going to come! Push your tongue in further! That's the way!” With a huge shudder she gained her release, mewing happily as her love juices dribbled over my lips and I swallowed as much of her pungent nectar as the flow ran over my face. 'When she had recovered she sat up and took my bursting prick in her hands. I tried to move on top of her, but she gently pushed me back and rising to her knees she said: “No, Michael, I don't want to go further now. Apart from anything else, it would hardly be fair to Arthur if I let you fuck me. But I tell you what, I'll relieve your feelings in a way which I think you'll like!” 'She slid her hand up and down my straining shaft as she lasciviously ran her tongue round her upper lip before stooping her head and kissing my uncapped helmet which sent a current of delicious sweetness flowing throughout my body. She played with my prick for some moments, slipping the crown in and out of her mouth whilst her tongue glided slowly up and down my pulsing pecker.

  She bobbed her head up and down so that I could fuck her mouth in a most delightful manner. Indeed, she sucked me off so beautifully that all too soon I could feel the rush of sperm hurtling up from my balls and with a cry I pumped out a stream of hot spunk between her rich, red lips. Gwendolen enjoyed this and she sucked up and swallowed every drop of my vital essence, milking my cock until it wilted under the frenetic urgency that it had encountered. There was no time for further petting even if we had wanted to continue as the theatre staff wanted to close up for the night. We dressed ourselves and made our way out and joined up with the other players at The Cat and Pigeons for a nightcap-but as you can all appreciate, I didn't stay too long for I was exhausted both physically and mentally by all that had happened earlier!' Now Michael Beattie had told his stirring story so clearly that Frank, Barry and myself had listened with such rapt attention that none of us had noticed that several other fellows had quietly ended their conversations and had gathered round to listen to him. So at the conclusion of his colourful narrative, we were startled by the sound of a number of chaps who suddenly burst into a spontaneous round of applause. Poor Michael was dreadfully embarrassed and appealed to all those who had listened in to his tale to swear that they would not repeat his yarn to anyone else. Everyone readily agreed that to spread the story would be a caddish act-'though in return I think Mike Beattie must tell us all the details when he finally fucks Gwendolen!' called out a fruity voice from behind me.