Like myself, Jimmy may have been a novice at fucking but the dear boy had me squirming in ecstasy as his skilful fingers slithered over my clitty, sending me into deliriums of pure joy. I reciprocated by grabbing hold of his stiff shaft and moved forward to bring my lips down to the mushroom-shaped dome of his knob. Insouciantly, I let my tongue run the full length of the shaft, running back to the crown to catch a sticky drip of come that had formed at the 'eye' of his helmet. I ran my lips around the tip and then opened my mouth to accept its entrance.
By now Jimmy was so excited that immediately he forced at least three inches of his swollen todger between my lips and my body jerked instinctively away from the utter force of it. He retracted slightly so that his tool lay motionless for a moment, throbbing gently on my tongue. I closed my lips around the warm shaft and moved my tongue slowly across its substantial width. I sucked greedily on Jimmy's gorgeous big cock and twisted his head down so that his face was pushed into my own sopping groin. Jimmy realised what I wanted and my body fairly shook with delight as he removed his fingers from my crack and began circling his tongue around my dripping slit.
I felt his mouth flick across the grooves of my cunt which sent off fresh waves of pleasure crashing through me. I just had to have his lovely cock inside me now so I gently raised his head from my pussey and lifted my own from his throbbing tool.
'Jimmy, I'm ready for you now,' I said, and he needed no further words as he rolled on top of me as I spread my legs as wide as possible, keeping my hand on his prick to guide his knob between my yearning cunney lips. Dear Lord, his thick cock felt quite incredible as he pounded into me with exciting speed and power. 'Slow up for a moment,' I advised, and when every last fraction of Jimmy's prick was inside me and our pubic hairs were entwined together, I closed my thighs, making my handsome boy open his legs and lie astride me with his cock trapped sweetly inside my love-channel. He could not move his prick forwards or backwards as the muscles of my cunt were gripping him so tightly.
'Got you!' I giggled triumphantly.
'I'm more than happy to be your prisoner,' he countered, 'and I think that I deserve a sentence of not less than twenty-five years hard labour licking out your pussey.'
My reply was to grind my hips around, massaging his shaft as it throbbed merrily away inside my cunney which was by now dripping its love juices all down my thighs.
He grasped my bum-cheeks, which I absolutely adore, and I eased the pressure around his cock so that he was able to fuck me again. Jimmy responded by driving his pulsating pole back at terrific speed in and out of my cunt. Every last nerve in my body thrilled with exquisite rapture as I heaved up to meet his wild thrusts and I wound my legs around him so that his heavy hairy ballsack banged against my bottom as he buried that massive cock in to the very root. We rolled, we screamed together as we fucked happily away. From the insistent throbbing of his shaft I knew that Jimmy would soon be spurting his spunk inside me and sure enough, my cunney clamped down in a final burst of ecstasy as his stiff, jerking tool shot a tremendous wad of hot love-cream deep inside me. I pushed my pussey up against him, burying his cock even deeper to let all that wonderful milky froth bathe the inner walls of my cunt until my whole body glowed with lust.
We lay still for a minute until Jimmy slowly pulled out and sat up, his chest heaving as he gasped: 'Never mind Kathie or any other girl, Rosie. I just cannot believe that any girl could hold a candle to you when it comes to fucking.'
This was a kind thought but I felt it was right to say something of importance to us both. 'Jimmy,' I said gently. 'I do appreciate the compliment and I assure you that I feel the same way. But well, frankly, neither of us has enough experience to know whether what you have just said is true.'
Jimmy looked puzzled. 'Rosie, I don't think I quite understand you,' he said anxiously.
'Well,' I replied carefully, 'don't think for a moment that I haven't enjoyed our fucking tremendously because I have-but we both need to broaden our horizons. Not only must there be other ways of making love for us to explore but by only fucking with other partners will we know whether we have truly touched the heights.'
He bit his lip and looked extremely crestfallen. 'Yes, I see now what you are trying to tell me. But, oh, Rosie, I will miss you horribly!'
'You silly boy!' I cried. 'There is nor reason at all why we should not continue enjoying ourselves-all that I am saying is that if you want to fuck Kathie, I won't mind at all. Similarly, if I encourage Dennison to stick his shaft between my legs, you must try not to take umbrage either.'
Jimmy brightened up at these words. 'Perhaps we could do that together. What did Sir David Nash call his fete a quatre in that letter he wrote in the last edition of The Oyster, oh yes, a whoresome foursome,' he mused, his eyes gleaming at the thought of such lewd rudery.
Well as the old Sussex saying puts it, if you brood over your troubles, you'll have a perfect hatch. Jimmy looked on the bright side and as it turned out, he was to take part in a whoresome foursome far sooner than he could have possibly imagined.
Although I urged Jimmy to follow the Latin poet's advice to carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero, I had no idea that later that very evening I would be encouraging him to slew his proud prick in and out of the love box of pretty Polly Potterley, the daughter of our village blacksmith. Readers blessed with retentive memory will recall her name for I mentioned her at the start of this narrative as the girl who sucked off Lord Gordon MacChesney whenever my randy old uncle could find the time and the place to be alone together with her.
I promised to keep a truthful record so I must unblushingly recount how Jimmy's initiation (and my own!) into partaking of the joys of forbidden fruit, i.e. making love with more than one partner. The facts of the matter are as follows: Jimmy waited for me to change and we decided to make our way to the music room. Jimmy was an accomplished pianist and I had accepted his offer to play for me whilst we rested from our previous erotic labours. On our way we met dear Uncle Gordon and Sarah who were just entering his bedroom. He looked terribly embarrassed and coloured up a bright red when I said sweetly: 'Good evening, Uncle, are you having an early night?' 'No, no, no,' he said hastily. 'I'm just going to instruct Sarah about my, ah, my, ah-'
'Bedclothes, perhaps?' said Jimmy helpfully.
'Ah, yes, thank you, young Horobin,' said Uncle gratefully. 'That's quite right, I'm just going to show her how I like my sheets and blankets to be arranged. Come, Sarah, this won't take long.' And with that he pushed the giggling girl into his room, and following her in smartly, closed the door and locked it behind them.
'Good old Uncle Gordon, I said he was a game old boy,' said Jimmy cheerfully, as we made our way to the music room. Our entire family play the beautiful Bechstein piano Papa purchased in Prague five years ago, whilst Jonathan (of whom I have neglected to mention was staying the night with the Nettletons who lived a mile or so on the other side of the village) and Mama were both talented violinists and were always in demand to perform at musical soirees given by Lady Judy Cole and other Society hostesses in London.
On reflection, I simply cannot offer an explanation as to why that night, almost without exception every inhabitant of Argosse Towers, resident and guest alike, all seemed to be engaged in some form or other of sensual play. Perhaps it was one of the herbs Mrs. Moser used to achieve the superb piquancy of her Poulet a l'lndienne or some succubal grape used to make the '98 white Bordeaux Uncle Gordon had taken up from the cellar during the afternoon. But whatever the reason, quite unbelievably for the second time on this extraordinary evening, Jimmy and I stumbled across a second scene of sexual intercourse!