'Not yet, I'm afraid,' I said sadly looking down at my flaccid shaft. 'Well, I have the answer. Take off the rest of your clothes please,' she commanded and so I did just that, carefully putting them in a neat pile by my chair. Katie grinned and said: 'Good-now we are going to play a little game. We're going to imagine that we are back at your school-St Lionel's, if I am not mistaken-and you have been summoned to the Headmaster's study for bad behaviour.
Now sir, will you stiffen your prick!' 'I'm terribly sorry but I'm unable to just for the moment,' I mumbled. 'Very well,' said Katie crisply. 'Bend down, you naughty boy, and touch your toes.'
Again, I did as I was told, feeling rather nervous as Katie opened my legs slightly so that the girls could see my hairy ballsack hanging down. Then Barbara passed her hand lightly across my bare bottom cheeks and they began to wallop my arse with their palms, taking turns to smack me. It hurt a bit after a time but strangely enough did not feel as unpleasant as perhaps it should have done. Smack, smack, SMACK! There, you naughty boy! How dare you visit us with a dangling tool!' Smack, smack, SMACK! 'Such an impudent fellow, isn't he? Take that, that and that!' I craned my head backwards and saw that whilst one girl was tanning my hide the other was busily undressing and by the time my arse was really stinging from their slaps, both girls were quite nude. I looked down at my prick and saw that as if by magic it now stood up in a rampant state of erection, standing majestically high with the tip of my knob touching my navel. 'He's ready now,' cried Katie. 'Well, here's your chance, Barbara. I would let yourself be fucked by young Rupert, if I were you, so that when you and Campbell finally jump into bed you'll know exactly what to expect.'
'Do you think so?' said Barbara anxiously, as she thought for a moment before making up her mind. 'Yes, you're quite right, of course.
Rupert, may I take it that you have no objections?' My father had always drummed it in to my head that one should always help a lady in distress-not that I needed any encouragement as the lovely girl stretched herself out on the luxuriantly thick carpet. She really was an exceptional beauty with extremely large breasts topped by well-proportioned ruby nipples. Her mound was a veritable delight with a profusion of exquisite dark brown hair covering her furrow and the pouting lips of her cunney looked hugely inviting. I knelt before this sensual goddess, spreading her legs wide as she grasped my rigid rod to feed it to her hungry pussey. She guided my knob between her cunney lips and slowly, thrillingly, I inched my staff inside her willing wet cunt as it sucked in my throbbing cock. I fucked her as slowly as possible, taking my time as her cunney muscles clutched sweetly at the sides of my shaft while I hovered above her, supporting myself on my arms. Then deeper and deeper, but still with deliberate speed, I thrust back and forth inside her. She began to moan and shudder and I paused. 'Am I hurting you?' I asked for this was after all Barbara's initiation into the grandest game, though her hymen must have been broken even before her tribadic double-ended dildo encounter with Lizzie with which we had just been regaled. I moved inexorably on, my hands holding her firmly just below her swaying breasts and I quickened my pumping at her request as I felt the walls of her love channel widen. She gyrated like a girl possessed and my cock was drawn in to the limit as I corked her cunt, my balls banging against her bottom as I plunged my prick in and out of her dark cavern. The familiar tingle in my balls announced that the first surge of spunk was beginning its journey up to my rock-hard shaft. 'Can I spunk inside you?' I panted. Instinctively she opened her legs even wider, plumbing her hidden depths and as I drove in and out in the final passionate frenzy, her pussey exploded. She was wracked by great shudders that rippled through her body so that each time, however impossible it seemed to be, her cunney opened a little wider. As every current jolted through her she willed herself on, shouting: 'Yes! Yes!
Shoot your spunk!' and she rose to meet me as I plunged yet again into her. The first unstoppable surge of sperm coursed its way up my cock.
Time and time again I rammed into her, filling her cunt to overflowing with my jets of jism. Gush upon gush flowed into her from my spurring knob. My balls knocked unmercifully against her, throbbing with the mighty power of their emptying ejaculations. A tide of relief washed over us as my pace slowed. Everything that was in me was now inside her cunt. The last irregular spasms of my come shook me and Barbara gave one last convulsive heave and then lay very still, her arms and legs splayed out, her breasts quivering still with the energy she had expended. My lusty young cock was now truly spent and I pulled out my shrunken shaft and rolled off her. 'Well done, Rupert,' cried Katie, who had been following our coupling closely. 'I was most impressed that such a youthful prick could perform so well.'
'Well done indeed,' echoed Barbara. 'I came twice before you spunked. But I fear I have left little for you to enjoy, Katie. Poor Rupert will never manage another cockstand this afternoon.'
'Never mind, my sweet love; carpe diem, guam minimum credula postero and with respect to Rupert whose prick I would certainly enjoy having in my cunney or up my bum, I am well served for cock just now.
If you recall Mr. Nolan the cinematographer has placed his Yankee pole at my disposal this evening and he really does know how to satisfy a girl.' We decided to dress ourselves which was just as well because we had only just finished when the Reverend Armstrong arrived, to be followed shortly afterwards by Wallace in our best carriage.
Katie accepted my offer of a ride back to her home as she wanted to leave Barbara and Campbell alone to enjoy themselves in privacy! I was feeling satisfied with the way I had spent the afternoon but on the way back Katie suddenly said to me: 'Rupert, would you think it amiss if I gave you a word of advice?' 'Not at all, Katie but I do hope that I have done nothing to offend you,' I replied in genuine concern, somewhat puzzled by the serious tone of her words. She shook her head. 'Oh no, my dear boy, far from it. I would just like to say this to you. Fucking is the finest sport that a young man can engage in.
However, if you ever reach the stage where one fuck is like another, when afterwards you cannot picture who it was you fucked and the particular taste of the girl concerned, then you should give your cock a rest and simply take yourself in hand-in every sense of the phrase if need be-until you are able to resume, refreshed and reinvigorated to enjoy the wonderful world of pussey and the ever-altering feel of one cunney from another.' I pondered over her wise words. Over the years I have thanked the blessed providence for the fact that every pussey that I have ever encountered has been new and different in some way. Still, I have never forgotten Katie's counselling and there have indeed been periods-of as long as three or four weeks on occasion-when I have refrained from dipping my wick, even though the opportunity has been there for the taking. At this early stage in my career as a cocksman, however, I simply filed Katie's warning in the banks of memory. I returned back to Albion Towers in the highest of spirits and naturally was eager to tell Frank about all my experiences. 'You should have come with me to Farnham, old chap, as I am sure that at worst, Katie Harbottle would have sucked you off even if she didn't want to fuck.' 'Not to worry,' said Frank cheerfully. 'I really did have a slight headache this afternoon and besides I had a jolly good time earlier on with Fred and Campbell whilst you were with Katie and Barbara.' 'Did you now,' I said, settling down in my chair as we idled away the time before dinner in the billiards room, undisturbed by any other members of the household.
'Yes,' he said smugly. 'I do not know whether it is the keen Yorkshire air that makes people so randy in this part of the world but I give you my word that I am not exaggerating a jot about what happened after luncheon. Fred, Campbell and I decided to trudge up to the ruins of Knaresborough Castle. Living so near, you must have been there many times, but Campbell told Fred Nolan how the site of the castle commands prospects of great beauty and extent. Indeed..
“Knaresborough From The Castle Hill” is a favourite subject with many artists. 'Campbell was telling us about a secret passage leading from the castle yard to the moat w
hen we came across one of these artists, an extremely pretty lady in her mid twenties, sitting in front of an easel and looking earnestly at the scene in front of her.
She was wearing a dose-fitting costume in the modern style which showed off her slim body and lovely big breasts which jutted out like two melons. I don't mind telling you that my cock began to stiffen just at the sight of these two beauties which were only half hidden by a low-cut top. 'Well, what do ya know,' gasped Mr. Nolan when we approached her. 'It's Miss Patricia Miller or I'm a Dutchman. Hey, Patsy, how'ya doing, honey?” The girl looked up and, Christ, Rupert, she really was a beauty. Her mop of red hair set off the most beautiful face which lit up when she saw us. “My God, it's Fred Nolan,” she cried out in a most pleasing Yankee draw, “fancy seeing you here.” They embraced each other heartily and Fred explained that Miss Miller was a distinguished actress in her home town of Boston and had played in many of the top theatres throughout the United States.
“Are you working over here, Patsy?” he asked and she shook her head.
'I'm over here purely for a vacation, Fred. The London impressarios have been badgering me and I was tempted by a generous offer from Konrad Kochanski to appear in As You Like It at Drury Lane in London.
But I've turned him down along with all the others! I need to recharge my batteries and paint and sketch a little. I'm staying with Lord Hugh Hoffner at Hampsthwaite. Where are you residing, Fred? You really must come along to see me there, especially if you bring along your camera.
His Lordship is fascinated by the idea of moving pictures.” 'Mr.
Nolan explained that he was staying at Albion Towers with your family, Rupert, and then after he introduced Reverend Armstrong and myself, Miss Miller showed us some of the pictures she had painted during her holiday. I looked over Mr. Nolan's shoulder as he leafed through her portfolio but to my delighted surprise there were no landscapes of Knaresborough Castle or the surrounds-instead there were twenty or thirty sketches and most were precisely drawn studies of those parts of the human body that we rarely see on canvas! There were titties and arses, cunts and pricks galore, Rupert. My favourite was perhaps the one of a girl with her skirts thrown up and her naked bottom thrust out towards the beholder in such a fashion that, between the spread legs, one could see her furry auburn bush and her cunney lips that were already parted as if in eager anticipation of thrusting entry.'
'How fascinating! Isn't it the very deuce of a coincidence that only last week Diana Wigmore, another female artist who loves fucking, was good enough to rid me of my troublesome virginity. I'll tell you something, Frank old boy, even if I pass all the University examinations when we leave St Lionel's, blow Oxford and Cambridge, I'm off to art school in London, Paris or Rome.' My pal chuckled and continued: 'And I think I'll join you, although my brother Roger assures me that there is plenty of fucking available to undergraduates in both those august establishments. Anyhow, as I was telling you, Mr.
Nolan was also much taken by this drawing and demanded to know who the lady in question might be. “Oh no, I cannot tell you,” said Miss Miller roguishly. “It would be wrong to divulge the name of my sitter, for all these drawings were done for private exhibition only. I mean, supposing I was to circulate a picture of your prick. I doubt whether you would want it bandied about amongst gatherings of strangers or passed from hand to hand even amongst those of your acquaintances.
Don't you agree, Reverend Armstrong?” 'Campbell took her point and commented: “I agree that your lips should remain sealed, Miss Miller, and that we must think of your sketch only as The Unknown Cunt. However, the love-channel in question does appear to be a most welcoming furrow and one can hardly blame any gentleman for being curious to find out the name of its owner.” He pulled out another drawing that showed a pretty, buxom looking young woman with a happy smile upon her lips about to kiss the uncapped knob of a well-sized erect prick that she was lovingly cradling in her hands. '“Ah ha,” said Campbell. “Now here is a sensitive sketch from life that I find most pleasing, with its suggestions both of vulnerability and of a half-ashamed boldness.” '“It does not offend you, Reverend?” twinkled the artist. “Certainly not, my dear young lady,” he quipped, “for it shows that the female in question has learned her catechism well. Does she not show that she knows what is the chief end of man? But I think you have based this picture upon an illustration from Mr. Angus Gradegate's Fucking For Fun which must also be available in your country.” '“Well spotted,” said Miss Miller with unconcealed admiration. “Only a very few people have ever made the connection.” Campbell replied modestly: “Well, I do have an unfair advantage here, as the girl who posed for the illustration in Mr. Gradegate's valuable tome was my cousin Louise Lombert from Dumbarton and the member she is holding is that of her friend, Mr.
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