now-throbbing tool and proceeded to suck it into her hot, wet mouth. Her darting tongue moved to and fro along my shaft and as she licked the tip of my knob, my ballsack tightened. I thrust my prick frenziedly between her lips, almost choking her. I knew that I could not hold back from spunking even though she had only been sucking me for less than half a minute. Tessa must have sensed my urgency for she lapped furiously at my engorged dick whilst lightly squeezing my balls. This sent the sperm rushing through my stem and the creamy white juice rushed out of my cock which jerked away madly whilst this copious emission filled her mouth. She swallowed every drop of jism and when the ejaculation had finally subsided she gently kissed my now semi-erect penis which I withdrew from her mouth.
'“My, you do have a fine tadger there,” she said admiringly. “And your sperm has a lovely salty flavour. I stood there dazed as Tessa slipped back the straps of her chemise and put on her blouse. “Damn,” she added, “I'm sopping wet down below.” She lifted her skirt and pulled down her knickers to reveal a huge wet patch on them. This blunt but naughty act made my shaft harden up again and without sounding too conceited, I think Tessa would have been willing to fuck but we heard someone coming up the stairs. There was a knock on the bathroom door and unfortunately it was my man Goulthorp who had come up to enquire whether there was anything I required. When I told him that all was well and that his services were not required he then asked if I had seen Tessa. “Tessa? Is she the new chambermaid?” I asked, motioning Tessa to stay silent.
'Tessa hid behind the door as I called out to Goulthorp that Tessa had probably gone downstairs. “Very good, sir, I'll look for her there if you do not require my services,” replied my valet. As soon as the coast was clear, Tessa gave me a quick farewell kiss, pulling my prick one more time “for good luck” as she put it, and, well, that was that, I never had the opportunity to have any further fun with her.'
'Oh, come now, Jimmy, you needn't be bashful with me,' I said, struggling to keep any note of reproach out of my voice for, to be fair, Jimmy had freely confessed all and, as Jimmy later remarked, any man would have been tempted by a seventeen-year-old seductress who stripped half-naked in front of you and proceeded to lick your prick.
'No, that's true, Rosie,' Jimmy said earnestly. 'I will admit that every night for at least a week afterwards before falling asleep, I tossed myself off thinking about how Tessa had sucked me off and how delicious it would be to fuck her. But the pretty young minx left our service only a fortnight later in I suppose rather amusing circumstances.
'Mama had pressed Tessa into service one evening shortly after the events I have just described to take charge of guests' coats at an important reception. My parents were giving a party for the famous Italian opera singer Majora, as Queen Alexandra had expressed a keen interest to meet the great Signora Majora and Papa felt it his duty to oblige Her Majesty. Well, Rosie, the lovely Tessa caught the eye of Sir Peter Lucas who was escorting Her Majesty in the absence of the King who was doubtless carousing elsewhere with Mrs. Keppel. Anyhow, the next day Goulthorp told me that Sir Peter had fallen madly in love with Tessa and had actually offered her his hand in marriage which naturally enough Tessa had accepted! His family went berserk when they heard the news and before the announcement of their engagement could be put in The Times, Sir Peter's father Lord Eastmidlands offered Tessa?1,000 to return the ring Sir Peter had already purchased from Smolasks.'
'Gosh, what a tale-and did she accept the offer?'
Jimmy laughed. 'Yes-but not until the noble Lord had raised his offer to?8,000 and the diamond ring which she sold back to Smolasks for at least?500! The last I heard from Goulthorp about Tessa was that she had set herself up in a nice little house on the Kings Road, Chelsea and was supplementing her not inconsiderable income by posing nude for the society painter Frederick Newman.'
'So all's well that ends well,' I said brightly.
'Y-e-s, I suppose so,' he said guardedly.
His reticence puzzled me. 'Well, what in heaven's name can be wrong in your scenario? Everyone came out of it well enough-Tessa has enough money to set her up for life, you and Sir Peter Lucas tasted the forbidden fruit whilst Lord Eastmidlands, who has pots and pots of money, can be satisfied that he assisted the rise of a poor member of the working class.'
'Ah, you've almost come to the point, Rosie. As far as my story is concerned, the only fly in the ointment concerns the sorry state of a poor member, who may not be of the working class but is still in urgent need of assistance,' he said with a grin, lifting up his limp prick for my inspection.
'Oh dear,' I said, taking his flaccid cockshaft in my hand. 'I'll do what I can to aid Mr. John Thomas, perhaps this will do the trick.'
And I leaned forward and planted a huge wet kiss on the ripe red plum of his helmet. I juiced his now stiffening shaft with saliva and slipped my hand underneath to feel his hairy ballsack. Lovingly, I went down on him and gave Jimmy's big penis a thorough, leisurely suck. His shaft grew and grew until I found it difficult to keep it in my mouth, so I switched to his balls and began licking and lapping at his sweet nuts. He gurgled happily as I paid my homage to his most private parts-especially that so sensitive area between his balls and arsehole-and this prolonged salivating soon had the desired effect.
I had just had the time to once more work over his bare knob and to flick my tongue over its slitted end when his balls began to pulsate as the spunk started its journey upwards. As I gave one last slurp, a stream of warm love juice spurted into my mouth and Jimmy's prick throbbed wildly as I held it lightly between my teeth. I sucked and swallowed his sticky white emission that poured out of his magnificent penis until I felt the spongy textured crown soften. I rolled my lips around it and nibbled away at the round bulb of his knob until his shaft shrivelled into its previous limpness.
To be frank, my pussey was now discharging juices too and I would have loved Jimmy to have given me a final good fucking but he could not be fairly expected to oblige and I bade him rest as I snuggled into his arms for a nice little snooze. After all, there would be time enough later that evening for more fun and games to which we could both look forward to with gleeful anticipation!
I smuggled myself out of Jimmy's room without difficulty and as I bathed and changed for dinner I reflected on how much I had enjoyed making love. Can there be a more pleasurable activity in the whole wide world? I thought not then and I remain steadfast in this belief after four years in which I have experienced (as readers of my diaries will agree) the thrills of fucking in many forms with an equally wide variety of partners both male and female-and sometimes both together! However, back to this all-important day when for the very first time a thick stiff cock pushed its way through my love-channel. As previously arranged, Jimmy came to my room at half past seven to escort me down to dinner. I wore an evening dress of light blue, simply but exquisitely cut by Mama's dressmaker, Monsieur Aspis of Jermyn Street and Jimmy had changed into his evening dress and very fine he looked indeed in his sparkling-white dinner shirt and silk-lapelled black jacket.
'Your Papa told me recently that Americans call evening dress a tuxedo,' he remarked. 'An unusual word, isn't it?'
'Sure is, as the Yankees say, but actually I know the etymology of the word. It is derived from the exclusive Tuxedo club in New York,' I said, as we made our way downstairs. 'No, I'm not especially good at general knowledge, it's just that Uncle Gordon, who visits America often, was asked to join the Tuxedo. He is a country member.'
'Yes, I remember!' said Jimmy, which made us both laugh out loud as we entered the drawing room where Uncle Gordon awaited us. He rose from his chair and I was surprised to see that he had changed into the undress uniform of the Third Lancashire Rifles, a volunteer regiment of which he was a lieutenant colonel.
'Ah, here come the young people,' beamed Uncle Gordon, shaking hands with Jimmy. 'James, good to see you again, my boy. Now I would like you and Rosie to meet an unexpected guest who is dining with us tonight, Mr. Andrew Bennett. Rosie, you know Mr. Bennett, of course. Andy, may I introduce the Honourable James Horobin; James this is Mr. Andrew Bennett who is a friend and neighbour of the family. His good lady wife has unfortunately been called to the bedside of a sick relative so naturally I invited him to break bread with us this evening.'
Mr. Bennett was a pleasant gentleman, somewhat younger than Uncle Gordon, and as neither he nor Jimmy were shy, we all got along famously. Sayers poured out drinks for us but whilst the men downed Bucks Fizz I preferred to sip mineral water. Of course the conversation turned to the recordings Uncle Gordon and Mr. Bennett had made that afternoon of rustic folk songs and apparently an unfortunate incident had marred the proceedings.
As we strolled into the dining-room, And (as the genial Mr. Bennett insisted we called him) told us of the afternoon's happenings at his home. Whilst we tucked into Mrs. Moser's delicious Continental hors d'oeuvres-
