basis. After this afternoon, I will hear no more of the rights and wrongs of the South African campaign.'
I am sure that he felt the electrically-charged atmosphere in the room for he proceeded to speak carefully, weighing his words, trying his best not to inflame the deep divisions which he was aware already existed between his students. At first we listened in silence as he said: 'Contrary to what some of you might have read, I am not one of those people who believe that the Boers are merely simple, brave farmers who are lighting to protect their homeland against aggressive British imperialists. President Kruger, who as you know, has fled to Europe to drum up support for the Boers on the Continent, is an obstinate and reactionary old fool who has led his people up a blind alley. 'On the other hand, the case against the Boers has been over-stated and our interests are far from being in the welfare of the natives or our own colonists, but far more about the diamonds and gold waiting to be extracted from the South African mines! Now, like it or not, de Wet is a thorn in our side and my opinion is that it would not only be morally right, but less expensive in lives and property on both sides, to reach some kind of accommodation with him.' So far, he was heard with only a subdued rumbling from the two camps but then he paused to take a sip from a glass of water and went on: 'For not only has the policy proved unsuccessful, but Lord Kitchener's policy of herding Boer women and children into concentration camps is unworthy of the British Empire. It is a stain upon our national character and I bitterly regret that Joseph Chamberlain and the Government have played the familiar gambit of rushing out troops and then denouncing any reasonable opposition to the conflict as treachery.' 'It is treachery!' snorted Maurice FitzAllen loudly.
'Down with the pro-Boers! Hurrah for our gallant fads risking their lives on the Veldt!' Dr Barnes shook his head sadly. 'I don't think there is any point in continuing the discussion,' he commented.
'If you believe my country right or wrong then all I can say is that genuinely I feel sorry for you, for as Chesterton trenchantly argues, “my country right or wrong” is a thing no patriot would think of saying except in a desperate case. It is like saying, “my mother, drunk or sober”! This sally made the pro-Boer party burst into applause and may well have won over many of the neutrals. However, Maurice FitzAllen was so infuriated that he gathered his books together and stormed out of the lecture-hall, stopping only at the door to shout: 'God save the King!' For a second time this day Charles defused the situation, for he could not refrain from calling back: 'What has he got to do with it? The monarchy is supposed to be above politics and anyhow, Teddy is probably more concerned about getting his leg over Mrs. Keppel!' This caused a howl of laughter from all but the most rabid of FitzAllen's supporters who silently followed their leader out of the room. Dr Barnes looked up at the clock on the wall and said: 'I think this would be a good moment to close these proceedings. Thank you for your attention, gentlemen, I look forward to seeing you here again next week.' A smiling chap came over to Charlie and offered his congratulations on the way he had helped make FitzAllen look so foolish. He clapped him on the back and said: 'Many thanks for helping Dr Barnes to see off FitzAllen, he's a nasty piece of work and deserves all the ridicule that can be heaped upon him. I don't think we've met, have we? My name's Joshua Allen.'
Charles and I shook his preferred hand. 'Henry Dashwood, I said. 'My own feeling is that we should give this bastard a taste of his own medicine,' opined Johnny, but I sided with Charles when he said that this would merely be descending to FitzAllen's level.
Then Joshua snapped his fingers and said excitedly: 'I have it!
Let's face it, there is nothing that deflates a bully as much as ridicule. Well, I have a plan which will make the cad look so silly that he will hardly dare show his face around the college for weeks.'
I said: 'That sounds like a good idea to me, Joshua. What's your plan?' He stroked his chin and said thoughtfully: 'I'll explain my scheme, but it will all depend upon Rosamund whether we can pull it off.' 'Rosamund? Hey, you don't mean our maidservant, do you?' exclaimed Charlie. The girl who cleans our rooms? She's an attractive young lass and I've fancied my chances of taking down her knickers.'
Joshua wagged a reproving finger at Charlie and said: 'You must know, I have already fucked Rosamund, although I shouldn't really tell anyone about it because I've just been accepted for membership of the Jim-Jam Club and it's a cardinal rule that members do not talk about who they have had in their beds. Unless, of course, they have contracted any nasty infections in which case, the offending partner's name is posted up on a board next to the ground floor elevator. So I feel guilty about disclosing the fact I fucked Rosamund last night and she expects me to do so again this evening.' 'You lucky beggar!' said Charlie wistfully. 'I must confess that I had my beady eyes on her.' Joshua gave a small smile. 'Well, if I misjudge the situation, Rosamund might tell me to get lost and look for some other fresher to fuck her,' he said with a small smile. 'Anyhow, either way, I think you might be in with a good chance because she hinted last night that she might like to take part in a threesome.' 'Share and share alike, eh?' said Charlie with interest, but then his face fell. 'Oh, stop pulling my leg, Johnny, girls might play that kind of game in 'horn' books, but never in real life.' (Of course, the sensuous night of fucking I had enjoyed less than a week ago with Julian Clayton immediately came to mind and I said to Johnny: 'Forgive my butting in, old chap, but I must contradict you.') Then I proceeded to give Johnny and Charlie chapter and verse of the sensational fucking Julian and I had enjoyed with horny Harriet, I finished by asking Joshua if, in his opinion, this girl Rosamund was randy enough to take part in a similar exercise. 'Gosh, yes, she is quite uninhibited,' he enthused. 'I suppose from the way I had been speaking to Rosamund, she knew I was keen on her. But it was still very forward of her to act as she did last night – not that I am making any complaint about her behaviour, you understand! I had decided to have a warm bath before dinner last night, and as I had time to spare, I lay down on the bed to read the newspaper.
Unfortunately – or rather fortunately as it turned out – I fell asleep and there I was lying bollock naked on my eiderdown when Rosamund came in to turn down the sheets. 'Anyway, I was deep in the arms of Morpheus when I was wakened by someone gently shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and frankly I thought I must still be dreaming, for standing there beside me was Rosamund, stark naked except for a pair of tight white knickers, and she was smiling at me as she said: 'Wake up, mister, it's time for your dinner-time treat.' 'I gazed at her beautiful creamy breasts which were tipped by two erect tawny titties and my cock was already thickening when she slowly pulled off her knickers and ran her fingers through her furry thatch of pussey hair. 'May I join you?' she enquired. Not waiting for an answer, she slithered onto the bed and wrapped her hand round my rock-hard stiffie and said: 'M'mm, I don't see many pricks like this around the college.' 'What on earth did she mean by that?' asked Charlie with a puzzled frown. 'Can't you guess?' replied Joshua with a grin. I chuckled and said: 'I think I know the answer. It must have been her first encounter with a circumcised cock.' Joshua nodded and continued: 'Spot on, Henry, she was fascinated by my prick.
Clearly, Rosamund had never been fucked by an undergraduate of the Jewish or Islamic persuasions.' 'Was she concerned about your lack of a foreskin?' I enquired. 'No, far from it. To be honest, Rosamund was rather taken with my cock and she dipped her head down to kiss my knob which was already quivering in anticipation of joys to come,' he replied. The way in which his lips widened into a smile at the sweet memory of the moment led me to remark that although Rosamund had never viewed a circumcised cock before, I was sure that she had taken several shafts in her cunney and doubtless other orifices too! He grinned and said: 'Oh yes, I could tell Rosamund was highly experienced from the wonderful sucking off to which she treated me. She started by licking and lapping around my shaft and worked her tongue down to my balls. Then she moved her head upwards to my helmet, slowly tracing hot, wet kisses which soon brought me to the very edge of a spend. Her magic tongue swished around my knob, savouring its spongy texture and her teeth scraped my skin so deliciously as she drew my cock in between her luscious lips, sucking from top to base and back again. 'Every time Rosamund sensed I was on the verge of spunking she would deliberately let up, intentionally prolonging our mutual enjoyment, until I could take no more teasing and I pulled her over me. My throbbing tool pushed against her hairy muff as she straddled me and I took her pert breasts in my hands and kissed her erect, rubbery titties. Then she lifted herself slightly over my straining cock and let out a sigh of satisfaction as her slippery pussey lips stretched over my shaft when she pushed herself down over my groin. She threw back her head and sighed with joy as she rocked up and down on my prick, and I must say that Rosamund rode me magnificently, keeping up the pace until she cried out with the force of her climax. Seconds after, I jerked my hips upwards and filled her cunney to overflowing with my thick spurts of jism. Then after we had rested, she kissed my cock-' 'That's enough, we all have the picture,' said Charlie a little acidly. 'But where does this girl fit into your plan to see off Maurice FitzAllen?'
'Ah, I'm just coming to that,' answered Joshua Charles, 'didn't I see your name on the paper the Camera Club put up on the Common Room wall for people to sign if they want to attend their meeting next Wednesday evening?' 'You mean for the lecture by Richard Hawton, the famous cinematographer?' he answered. 'Yes, I wouldn't want to miss that, especially as Mr. Hawton is going to show us his exciting new film on the Sussex Downs.' Paul nodded with satisfaction and continued: 'I'll see you there, Charles, and I agree with you that Richard Hawton is one of the most talented film-makers in the country.
