The Intimate Memoirs of an Edwardian Dandy, vol.III

by Rupert Mountjoy

  I observed as I passed the sheet back to the Countess. '“Doggie fashion” happens to be one of my personal favourites although I am sure there are many sexual positions about which I am completely ignorant.' 'Oh, come now,' she said roguishly. 'I am sure that a good-looking young fellow like you has experimented widely in this field. Mind, the Indian Kama Sutra lists more than twenty major positions for fucking though Trevor Tyler insists that in practice there are really only six and all the others are simply variants.'

  She patted my thigh and was about to say more when Nancy flounced back into the room carrying my chrysanthemums in a crystal bowl.

  'There, don't flowers brighten up the room?' she said brightly. 'Now I hope you two are getting on famously.' Indeed we are,' I replied, struggling up from the deep cushions of the sofa. The Countess has just been telling me about the proofs you are checking of Dr Trevor Tyler's wonderfully interesting new book.' 'Ah yes, I'm so pleased you approve, Rupert. So many people have hidebound attitudes to an activity without which, let's face it, the human race would cease to exist! Anyhow, luncheon is served so you will have to escort both Marussia and myself into the dining-room.' 'That will be my pleasure,' I said with a bow. So I walked into the dining-room with a lovely girl on each arm. The marvellous meal we ate testified to the wisdom of household cooks attending a course at Mrs. Bidder's Academy of Domestic Science. We dined sumptuously on Terrine d'aubergines et poivres rouges aux saveurs de Provence followed by a tasty filet de fletan roti sur aromates au fumet de fin rouge and as the main course succulent cotelettes d'agneau roties a la chapelure provencale et legumes d'ete finished off with assiette de fruits du moment au Sabayon de Kirsch et sorbet cassis. We were attentively served by Hutchinson, the Negro butler, Standlake, and two housemaids and we drank at least two bottles of a very smooth Chablis as Hutchinson was always on hand to ensure that our glasses were never empty. Then we returned to the drawing-room for petit fours and (in honour of Marussia) the Russe avec citron. By this time we were all slightly flushed and feeling very well disposed to each other. Indeed, Nancy's shiny blonde hair, which she had been wearing in rather severe brushed curls, now hung in long, silky strands down to her shoulders.

  With Nancy in the middle we were all sitting on the luxuriously soft sofa when, after serving us glasses of hot lemon tea, Hutchinson left the room and closed the door behind him. Nancy squeezed both my hand and Marussia's and said, 'My dears, you must try some of the special thirty-year-old cognac I was given by Monsieur Istvan Tihanyi in Paris.' 'Not Monsieur Istvan Tihanyi who owns the dildo manufactory near Drancy?' said Marussia excitedly. 'Yes, the very same. Why, do you know him, Marussia?' 'Of course I do-Istvan has been a close friend for several years. Only last summer he fucked me beautifully after Senator Lipmann's Quatorze Juillet ball in Paris.

  Nancy heaved herself up and walked to the sideboard and brought out the bottle and a silver tray with three balloon shaped brandy glasses placed upon it. She poured out generous measures of vintage cognac and Marussia suggested we drank a toast. To our charming hostess,' I suggested. Nancy thanked me and added, 'Coupled with the names of my two dear friends Marussia and Rupert.' We then drank a toast to Marussia's hero, Tamburlaine the Great, who in the fourteenth century had made Samarkand the chief economic and cultural centre of mid Asia. Then followed toasts to the United States of America, King Edward VII, Prince Adrian of the Netherlands (who often escorted the Countess on the Continent) and then to Monsieur Istvan Tihanyi's penis which the girls assured me was of heroic proportions. 'Nancy, how did you come to meet Istvan?' demanded Marussia. 'Did you meet him at his place of work?' 'Not at first,' answered Nancy. 'Our first meeting was at the Moulin Rouge where we were both guests at a party given by the American community in Paris to celebrate the fiftieth birthday of His Excellency, Mr. Barry Gray, our new Ambassador to France. Istvan and I began talking and I must say I was fascinated when he informed me of his business.' At this point I interrupted the conversation and said, 'Forgive me ladies, but I must confess ignorance of this gentleman and his work. Perhaps one of you could enlighten me.' 'Certainly, Rupert,' said Nancy cheerfully. Istvan Tihanyi owns an exclusive dildo factory patronised by the creme de la creme of European Society. His speciality is the production of ladies' comforters, individually made for clients based on the dimensions of the husband or lover as required.' How fascinating,' I commented, 'but I am rather surprised there is any demand for such artefacts.

  Surely there is a sufficiency of living male members to satisfy any need?' Countess Marussia answered my question. 'Alas, no, for there are many women of the very highest standing in Society who are in great need of a good godemiches. To begin with, think of all the married women who cannot count on being regularly fucked by their husbands. For example, those married to men of business who have to be away from home, often for days on end. Then there are service wives who are often separated from their menfolk for months, and sometimes when these men return they are so fatigued from fighting that they are unable to resume their marital duties for a considerable while.

  Finally, one must never forget those unfortunate ladies whose husbands are no longer capable of performing their conjugate for other reasons such as over-indulgence in imbibing, and those, such as dear Lady Bertha Bumble, who have been tragically widowed at an early age, though in her case of course, she has been consoled more than adequately by her brother-in-law, Lord Radlett, who fucks her every other Thursday afternoon whilst his wife plays bridge at the local Constitutional Club.' My hostess nodded her agreement and added, 'So you see, dear Rupert, there is a genuine and continuous demand for a discreet but effective substitute for a stiff, hard cock. Anyhow, many ladies commission a dildo of the same dimensions as a particularly well-loved prick and gentlemen being forced for one reason or another to leave their lovers, also contact him to produce a matching set of basin, ewer, soap dish and dildo for the boudoir.'

  She stood up and went back to the sideboard from which she brought out a small silver box which she placed in my hands as she sat down again and said, 'After spending three nights of lusty abandon with Monsieur Tihanyi, I was thrilled to receive from him this charming momento of a glorious fuck.' I opened the box and looked down upon a superbly fashioned ceramic cock nestling on a small, plump velvet cushion. It was painted in pale blue and further decorated in a complicated yet somehow familiar design of maroon and gold diamonds and hoops. Nancy must have read my mind for she commented, 'You may recognise the pattern, Rupert, for these are Monsieur Tihanyi's racing colours.' This remark jogged my memory and I now recalled wildly cheering on the jockey who was wearing these selfsame colours as he won the Portnoy Stakes on a game little filly called Lady Norma at Goodwood the previous summer. It had truly been a glorious Goodwood as far as I was concerned for although the weather had not been as fine as usual, I had placed ten pounds each way on Lady Norma at odds of seven to one and later in the afternoon I accepted the invitation to mount Mrs. Chelmsford in a private tent whilst everyone else was watching the last race. 'It is certainly a very beautiful gift,'

  I murmured softly, as I handed the box back to Nancy. 'And if, as you say, this dildo is modelled on his prick, Monsieur Tihanyi is certainly an extremely well-endowed gentleman though I am sure that even a superb dildo cannot match the feel of the genuine article.'

  She smiled sweetly and said with a naughty gleam in her eyes, 'Oh, Rupert, I think you would be surprised how many ladies actually prefer the substitute to even the thickest, real live cock. After all, a dildo doesn't shoot off and go limp too quickly and one can finely tune the speed and force of entry to one's personal taste. Perhaps you would like to see for yourself how easily it can be used? I am sure Marussia would have no objection in helping me with a little demonstration.' 'It would be my pleasure,' said the Countess, rising from the sofa. 'Come, let us adjourn to the bedroom.' I followed the two women into Nancy's bedroom where I was invited to sit on a chair whilst they undressed. After kicking off their shoes they unbuttoned
each other's blouses, and then, sitting on the bed, they unhinged their suspenders and peeled off their stockings, giggling merrily away as they saw my excited penis swell up to form a mountainous bulge in my lap. Now they embraced each other and whilst kissing passionately on the lips they pulled off their camisoles and lay back, entwined in each other's arms, wearing nothing but flimsy silk knickers which appeared to be of identical design.

  Marussia noticed this as well and remarked, 'Ah, I see that you also patronise Madame Vazelina of Berwick Street, Soho for your underwear.'

  'Yes, I am a regular patron,' replied Nancy, stroking her magnificently large creamy breasts which were tipped with delightfully rounded areolas and exquisitely fashioned nipples which were already pointing out so juicily that I longed to throw myself upon her and suck these gorgeous little red strawberries. But Countess Marussia's hands were now upon them and Nancy placed her palms on the other girl's bare breasts which, though not of her size, also jutted out proudly and were capped by equally large tawney stalks which were brought up to full erection by Nancy tweaking them between her long fingers. 'Help us off with our knickers, Rupert, there's a dear lad,' said Nancy, and the girls raised their bottoms invitingly as I walked over rather awkwardly, trying to shield my raging hard-on as I pulled down their remaining garments, though the sight of their nude pussies almost made me 'cream my jeans', as my Yankee pal Paul Mallock would have put it, then and there. I would have given anything to have sunk my throbbing tool into either Nancy's notch, which was delicately covered by a curtain of frizzy golden hair, or Marussia's pussey, which was more thickly masked by a thatch of reddish curls, but for the moment it was obvious that the presence of my cock would have been considered de trop, so I sat on the edge of the bed and relaxed as I watched the girls enjoy themselves together. Marussia's left hand continued to toy with Nancy's breast whilst her right hand slid down the American girl's snow white belly and into the mound of golden pussey hair through which I could now see the pouting lips of her cunney. I leaned forward to see Marussia's forefinger disappear between these lips and the girls exchanged a further series of voluptuous kisses until Marussia broke off the embrace to nuzzle her lips against one of Nancy's nipples, drawing it deep inside her eager mouth. Nancy gasped as Marussia, who was now firmly taking control of this tribadistic encounter, now had two of her fingers sliding in and out of Nancy's cunt, moving them so swiftly that they were almost vibrating. Her thumb skated rapidly back and forth over the protruding clitty and Nancy arched her back, squirming with delight as she jerked herself into a splendid little orgasm. Now it was Nancy's turn to repay her pretty bed-mate who turned her back on her, sliding her delicious bum cheeks on Nancy's dripping pussey. Nancy pushed her hips forward and the two rocked in rhythm as she caressed Marussia's breasts from behind, flicking up the large, tawny stalks to peak erection. Then she dipped a hand down to the Countess's bushy mons veneris, itself a shapely hillock of firm flesh, surmounted with its rich profusion of reddish curls. Her finger and thumb soon found the hardening clitty which popped out between Marussia's cunney lips and made her gasp, 'A-a-h-r-r-e! A-a-h-r-r-e! You clever girl, now please finish me off with your tongue and Monsieur Tihanyi's dildo, there's a dear.' Nancy slid out from under her and as she knelt between the other girl's long legs, she said, 'Mmmm, I can smell your juicy cunt from here, Marussia.' She lowered her head between her legs and began kissing her full, gorgeous pussey. I craned my head forward to see Nancy run her tongue along the full length of Marussia's parted cunney lips, stopping at the hardened little ball of her clitty which she gave her best attention, nibbling from side to side, up and down, as the Countess threw back her head and writhed with passion. 'Yes, yes! You're so good, Nancy. Keep sucking! Eat my pussey! Oh, how I adore it!' she cried, as Nancy's right hand snaked out, searching for the dildo. I aided her by opening the box and placing the instrument in her hand and gazed with increasing interest as Nancy now nudged the tip of dildo between the yielding lips of Marussia's cunt. Then she began fucking her in earnest with the superbly-fashioned dildo, sliding the thick china shaft in and out of her dripping honeypot.

  'Further! Harder! Faster!' yelled out the Countess, as, with a final wrenching shudder, she gained her release, yelping with happiness as waves of ecstasy coursed through her body. They were both still so fired up from this fray that they squealed their approval as I began to tear off my clothes. As soon as I was stark naked I threw myself upon the bed, rolled the two squealing girls over on their sides so that their gorgeous bare bottoms were open to view. But how was I to solve the ticklish situation of which girl to fuck first?

  As the snooker player said when presented with a choice of colours, I had to decide whether I should go for the pink or the brown! What a dilemma! I had no wish to cause offence so I was extremely relieved when Nancy called out, 'Marussia, as it was my idea to ask Rupert round this afternoon, I think this gives me the right to claim the first fuck.' Well, that solved the problem well enough so I took my meaty cock in my hand and pushed my stiff shaft in the smooth valley between the rounded cheeks of Nancy's arse and attempted to force a passage between them. 'Aaah! What a thick prick! But please don't go up my bum, Rupert, I would really prefer that hard hot cock in my cunney!' panted my kind hostess. I needed no further urging as Nancy lifted her bottom slightly to effect an easy lodgement for my pulsating prick which slid into her moist crack from behind with the utmost ease. I embedded my shaft almost up to the root until my belly was squeezed against her bum and lay still for a moment. At this juncture Marussia entered the fray and nestled her head on Nancy's bosom and began licking and lapping at her lovely erect titties whilst she frigged Nancy's clitty with one hand and her own clitty with the other. I now started to pump my trusty tool in and out of Nancy's squelchy love channel as Marussia continued to frig her from the front. It was all so exciting that I was spent far quicker than I would have liked, though I squirted so many jets of frothy white cream into Nancy's cunt that I could swear that I felt my balls lighten as the delicious thrills of my climax tingled throughout every inch of my perspiring body. I lay back, heaving with exhaustion, as Marussia now lifted her head from Nancy's titties and said to her, 'Well, darling, as you've now had the first fuck, I'm surely entitled to the first taste of Rupert's succulent chopper.' 'Of course you are, my love,' said Nancy generously, and in a trice, Marussia's hands were clamped around my semi-stiff shaft. 'But do allow me to assist you.' Nancy sat up and perched on my chest. I felt Marussia's lips envelop the tip of my cock as she began licking all round the edge of my knob. As she started to suck noisily on my now iron-hard stiffstander, Nancy moved up to place her pussey over my mouth so I could tongue her cunney. I sighed with delight as Marussia's wicked tongue now began to lap around the sensitive underside of my shaft, making it ache with unslaked lust. Now she sucked in my helmet, teasing my knob against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and in no time at all I felt the surge of a powerful spend making its way up from my ballsack. Marussia sensed this and withdrew her skilful tongue for a moment or two before returning to the attack as I continued to slide my tongue through the damp, blonde pussey hairs of Nancy's cunt, letting the tip of my tongue burrow between her pouting pink cunney lips. But when Marussia squeezed her hand round the base of my cock, sucking me harder and harder, I simply could no longer contain myself. My lusty love truncheon pulsed in her mouth as I let out a small cry and jetted spurt after spurt of creamy spunk inside her mouth. She gulped down every drop of my masculine essence and murmured with satisfaction as she licked the last drains from round the head of my gleaming prick which was only slowly losing its stiffness. All the while I was trying to stimulate Nancy into a spend by nibbling on her clitty and sliding my fingers in and out of her sopping slit. Alas, it was to no avail and the charming girl said regretfully, 'I don't think I can get there without a cock in my cunt.' Marussia immediately offered to frig her with Monsieur Tihanyi's dildo but then I offered my own organ because, if she could wait ten minutes or so f
or me to regain my strength, I would be delighted to fuck her again. 'Could you really do it again so soon, Rupert? My, you must have a superb constitution,' Nancy said excitedly with her bright blue eyes shining with lewd anticipation of a second sheathing of my stalk in her cunney. I swallowed hard and said with a small smile, 'Well, I can usually rise to the occasion three times without having to retire from the game. At school, when we used to play Mother Thumb and her Four Daughters in the dormitory, I could usually manage four spends with only a short break between them though Harry Barr, who is now the Rural Dean of Coketown, could sometimes come five or even six times virtually without stopping at all.' 'I would like to meet this gentleman,' said Marussia instantly, but I shook my head and said, “No, I don't believe you would, Countess. Most unfortunately, poor Harry became a confirmed homosexualist whilst studying for the priesthood and I shudder to think where he puts his prick these days.' 'What a waste,' sighed Marussia, as she took hold of my dangling shaft and idly began to rub it up and down in her clenched fist. To Nancy's and my great joy, Marussia's frigging was all my shaft needed to begin swelling up to its former glorious state and when it was standing as proudly high as before, Marussia relinquished her grip in favour of Nancy, who clutched my cock in her hand as she pulled my face towards hers and sank her naughty little tongue in my mouth. I stroked her damp blonde bush of pussey hair as she lay back and relaxed, her head supported by her hands whilst I clambered upon her without delay. Immediately she parted her legs to allow me to kneel in front of her open cunney and then Nancy took my rampant rod and guided it directly inside her wet, welcoming cunt. Although I was admittedly tired from our previous exploits, I think this was the best fuck of all. How exquisitely her velvet cunney walls clung to my cock as she sinuously moved her hips whilst I pistoned my prick up and down, my balls smacking lewdly against her backside with every forward thrust. I pounded in and out of her pussey, my hands gripping her firm, fleshy bum cheeks as we bounced up and down on the soft mattress. 'Oh Rupert, you lovely big-cocked boy! Fuck my juicy cunt with your thick prick!' she gasped, as I thrust home, sliding my shaft home in and out of her marvellous muff. Several times I thought I would spend before her but somehow I managed to hold back till she was ready for me. Again and again, faster and faster, I fucked the sweet girl until with a hoarse wail she achieved a tremendous climax, writhing uncontrollably as a multiple series of spends racked their way through her. As Nancy had orgasmed I pulled out my twitching tool and reared over her. I gripped my Cock and gave it two or three convulsive jerks until a huge fountain of salty sperm spouted out, arcing out towards her breasts, splashing her nipples, streaming down towards her belly button and into her soaking golden thatch. 'Oh how wonderful!' breathed Marussia, who had naturally been watching avidly, frigging herself unashamedly as she saw me rub the spunk around Nancy's erect nipples and all over her tummy. I moved over and squatted over Marussia with my bottom against her face as I leaned down and caressed her palpitating pussey with my tongue, licking up her tangy love juice, as she lifted her head and took my ballsack into her mouth, nibbling my balls through the hairy, wrinkled skin whilst I continued to stimulate her cunt, flicking my tongue in and out of her juicy love channel.