titanic effort, I managed to hold back the flow of semen that had already been manufactured in my balls. I must mention, incidentally, that I have used this stratagem ever since. Without a shadow of doubt it has benefited my command of the majestic language of ancient Rome and-which is of far more importance-has indubitably heightened my ability to hold back flooding my partner's pussey until she too is ready to release the tangy liquid elixir of her own spend.
However, on this occasion, Diana leaned forward to raise even higher the chubby white cheeks of her arse. Cecily carefully positioned my knob between them. 'Push forward slowly but firmly,' advised Cecily, realising that I was new to the sport of bum-fucking.
I parted Diana's buttocks to open up her wrinkled little bum-hole that beckoned me in so invitingly. Then I followed Cecily's advice and pushed forward steadily as instructed. Despite my worry that I might injure dear Diana, I was able to shove forward without any problem until my prick was completely ensheathed in her bottom, with my balls touching the backs of her inner thighs. I rested a moment and then slowly began to pull my penis backwards and forwards. It was obvious from the high-pitched little yelps from Diana and the wriggling of her delicious arse that she was enjoying it as much as I was, and she grabbed my hands and took them to her front saying: 'Wrap your arms around my waist and frig my cunt.' This I was naturally more than happy to do. Her cunney expelled a veritable little rivulet of love juice as I twiddled her clitty and the tingling contractions of her rear dimple soon brought a torrential discharge of jism crashing out from my cock into her back passage. 'Oh yes, yes, what a lovely big spend, my God! Frig my clitty, Rupert, I'm coming too! Aaah! What lus-lus-luscious pleasure!' She almost fainted away as, with last maddened writhe, she spent copiously all over my hand as I furiously pumped out the final milky drains of sperm into her bottom. 'My God, look everybody, my prick's ready again!' called out young Frank, stroking the swollen shaft which stood up proudly between his legs.
'Well, don't let's waste it,' cried Cecily. 'Let's have some action rather than mere words!' This spurred Frank to cover her mouth with a burning kiss and the randy girl responded by reaching out for his stiffened staff, holding it firmly between her long, tapering fingers. Gad! At this tender age we could fuck like fury and still have stiff cocks after several spends. As my friend (for I had the privilege of meeting the great writer on many occasions and I refuse to condemn his artistic works simply because the chap was a sexual deviant) Oscar Wilde has said: 'Youth is wasted upon the young.' Cecily groaned with pleasure as Frank slid his hand between her legs, running his fingers through her hairy mound and, as they rolled together on the eiderdown, he opened her tender cunney lips, sliding his fingers into that dainty crack that was already moistening to a squelchy wetness. He continued to frig her with one, two and then three fingers as she took hold of his throbbing tool with both hands. Wriggling herself across him, she bent her face forward to receive the bared purple domed knob between her eager lips. She sucked at the mushroom helmet, her soft tongue rolling over and over it as she slipped her hands underneath to cup his tight hairy ballsack. She palated his pulsating prick for a little longer before rolling on to her back, her eyes closed, her mouth open. She was ready to be fucked and Frank was more than ready to oblige. He positioned himself on top of her, balancing his weight upon the palms of his hands as Cecily took hold of his straining cock and placed it between her yearning cunney lips that opened like magic to receive it. 'Let me have it all!' urged Cecily as Frank thrust forward, burying his penis deep inside her willing love channel. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she bucked vigorously, her buttocks coming off the soft quilt as she gyrated from side to side. She began to moan, her breathing increasing to short, sharp pants as Frank's pounding quickened to a crescendo and then the surging cries of fulfillment burst forth from their throats as they began to orgasm together, with Cecily milking Frank's thick cock which was pistoning in and out of her sopping cunt.
'Keep going! Keep going!' she screamed as she arched her hips to welcome the approaching spend and happily Frank was able to continue to squirt his spermy white tribute inside her as she shuddered to a wonderful climax. The young couple sank back exhausted into the happy reverie that follows the opening of the gates of love and my own cock was now standing as stiff as a poker as Diana stood in front of me with a pensive look in her eyes. We kissed and as our bodies crushed together she slid her hand down to my backside and without warning slipped a finger into my arse-hole. I gasped with the shock and my shaft responded by butting forward blindly against her silky blonde muff. She released her finger from between my clenched buttocks and guided my cock to her pouting cunney lips. An exquisite sensation spread over my shaft as the hairy dryness of her bush gave way to the damp promise of her wet cunt. Rubbing herself up against me, she continued to urge my bursting knob inside her ever-opening crack.
Then, with the easy grace of a ballet dancer, she lifted her right leg and hooked it around my waist. At once my member slid at least halfway inside her cunt and, as I pressed myself deeper inside her salivating cunney, she carefully linked her hands behind my neck and swayed back to look at me at arm's length. “There you are, Rupert, fucking can be a most artistic affair when performed by an agile couple. Now, please hold me very tight.' As I did so, the graceful girl pulled herself towards me and raised the other leg, locking both her legs now around my waist and impaling herself completely upon my delighted prick. Clinging to me, she nipped and nuzzled my neck as I clasped her to me. She gave a small sigh and wriggled as if to take up a more comfortable position. I clung on to her waist as now she swayed back again but this time let go of my shoulders so that her body was arched backwards with her arms hanging loosely and her fingers trailing on the eiderdown. Then, as I supported my delicious burden, she slowly pulled her body back up to me, and I could feel the muscles of her back ripple under my hands as she repeated the movement. But this time, as she clung to me again, she lifted herself slightly, taking her weight now on her arms and pressing down but not too heavily upon my shoulders. With her legs still locked around my waist, this enabled her to smooth her cunney in an almost teasing way along my cock. I felt the butterfly touch of her erect little clitty as it rubbed its way exquisitely on my shaft which was made even more slippery by her free- flowing juices. Diana then began to rotate her hips and we began the inevitable journey towards our climax. I felt her cunt grip my cock even harder as we entered the final stages. She shivered and trembled as she first reached the desired haven and seconds later I too started to spend, spurting my hot jet of love juice inside her and Diana gurgled with joy as the frothy white cream filled her cunney and she shuddered with ecstasy as she milked my twitching tool of every last drop of sticky essence. We collapsed in a heap on top of Cecily and Frank and we stayed there in a tired but contented tangle of naked limbs. But the girls were not yet sated! Frank and I dug deep into our reserves of strength and produced two fine fresh stiffstanders and we developed an excellent fucking chain with Cecily on her knees, leaning forward to gobble my cock whilst Frank pushed his prick into her cunt from behind whilst he frigged Diana's pussey as the blonde temptress exchanged the most passionate of French kisses with me and I fondled her erect raspberry nipples that were as hard as immature pricks as I rubbed them between my fingers. To conclude this afternoon of lechery, the two girls lay down again and played with each other's pussies, each fingering the other as Frank and I knelt down to have our cocks sucked, mine by Cecily and Frank by Diana.
So ended Frank's first fuck and for both of us, a valuable lesson in recherchi fucking. We learned much from this lusty joust, not least perhaps, the necessity to experiment until one finds one's way to best please both oneself and one's partner. This is a most important maxim which I gladly pass on to budding cocksmen both young and not-so-young who may be reading my carnal confessions.
CHAPTER THREE. A Night To Remember
All good things come to an end, as my dear mama was wont to say, and to the chagrin of Frank and myself we only managed one further hectic bout of fucking with Cecily and Diana before the girls were whisked away unexpectedly only three days later by Cecily's parents, Sir Jack and Lady Cardew, to spend the rest of the summer at the sumptuous villa of Lord Zwaig, in the heart of the Dordogne region of southern France. We cursed our luck as we were looking forward to a summer holiday like no other, spending our days exploring the multifarious joys of love-making. However, this was still to be a vintage vacation for my sturdy young cock, for the very same morning that we heard the gloomy news about the impending loss of Cecily and Diana, the weather changed as it so often does in this country and the rain fairly howled down, leaving us no alternative but to spend the entire day indoors. Frank leafed through a copy of Country Life whilst I idly explored the books in a cabinet usually kept locked but which, on this afternoon, was unaccountably open. I picked out a thick volume covered for some reason not with a cloth or leather binding but by a plain wrapping of brown paper. My curiosity was aroused and when I opened the book to my great surprise I discovered that I had chanced upon my father's bound copy of The Oyster, an anthology
