“What divine bosoms, Gillian. I am sure your titties will be as beautiful to the eye as they are to the touch.” 'After this sweet compliment Andrew unbuttoned my dress and gently eased off the front of my chemise so that my naked breasts lay in his hands. We kissed again and he squeezed my nipples so wonderfully that they became hard and pointed. He rubbed them between his fingers and as he stroked them he put his head down and began to kiss and suck my erect little red soldiers. 'Soon I was lying naked and trembling on the bed watching him undress and admiring his wiry, athletic body-and no doubt like so many girls before and after this experience, I gasped with wonderment when he pulled down his drawers to reveal his astonishingly thick prick which sprang upwards from the mass of black hair at the base of his belly. Although technically I was still a virgin (though I had often used the ladies' comforter I had purchased by mail-order from Madame Nettleton's -you must have seen their advertisements in Society News with their famous guarantee that “all purchases are sent in discreet plain parcels”-and had previously frigged and sucked a certain number of cocks) I knew that Andrew would want to fuck me, but I was worried that I could never accommodate that enormous shaft inside my little cunney. 'Andrew took me in his arms as he knelt down and laid down beside me. His French cologne smelled beautifully and I revelled in the sensation of his abundant chest hair tickling my so sensitive nipples. Our bodies pressed even closer together and he put his hands around my bum cheeks which pushed his huge cock against my soft tummy. At first I didn't hold it as I had no desire to appear a wanton but I could not resist letting my hand wander across the enormous shaft when his right hand slithered around from my bottom and the palm of his hand rubbed itself against my pussey, which was by now moistening like a dew-drenched flower in eager anticipation of what was to come. 'But before we proceeded any further down the path of passion, Sir Andrew Stuck showed himself to be a true aristocrat.
“I would love to fuck you, dearest Gillian,” he whispered quietly, “but you are only seventeen years old and may well be a virgin. I do not want you to regret this evening so even now if you decide to hold back, I will respect your wishes.” These kind and caring words made my heart warm even more towards this considerate young man and looking steadily into his sensual dark eyes I said softly: “Andrew, I very much want you to fuck me. Yes, I am a virgin in that no cock has ever actually entered my love-tunnel, but I lost my hymen some time back thanks to all the frigging and the joys of Madame Nettleton's famous dildoes!” 'With a smile he nodded his head but still asked again: “So you are absolutely certain that you want to be fucked, Gillian?” '“Yes, oh yes, very, very much-and right now!” I answered with some vehemence and I grasped his meaty tool, making a fist around the pulsating shaft with my fingers and I gently masturbated this tremendous love-truncheon as his fingertips slid their way into my juicy cunney. He now raised himself over me and plunged his head down to wash his tongue for a second time over my titties and I arched my back upwards as he licked so thoroughly that when I passed a hand over my tittie it felt as hard as an unripe red berry. For a split second our hot eyes locked together as I took his bursting cock in both hands and placed the purple domed helmet against the pouting cunney lips which were more than ready to receive it. He carefully inserted an inch or so of his tremendous tadger as he moved forward to lay on top of me. I spread my legs as wide as possible and wrapped my legs around his waist as our lips collided and meshed together.
'I had been concerned that I would be unable to accommodate Andrew's monster chopper but I discovered that by wriggling my bottom to and fro I could embed even more of this thick bell-end inside my cunt. As if by magic, further and further inches of pulsing prick disappeared into my creamy cunney as my pussey lips engulfed more and more of his great boner until, with a convulsive jerk of his loins, his cock was fully inserted to the very root and I cried out with glee as our bodies moved up and down in unison. What a glorious first fuck this turned out to be! How tightly my saturated slit held on to Andrew's throbbing tool! We gloried in each other's thrusts as my love juices dripped against his balls as they slapped against my bum. I implored him to drive deeper by twirling my tongue in his mouth and my buttocks rotated almost savagely in his broad palms as his lusty, gleaming joystick drove furiously into my soft depths.
'“Fill me with your spunky cream!” I urged Andrew, who for answer plunged his face between my breasts, sucking furiously at my right nipple whilst the friction in my cunney reached new heights. His wonderful prick slicked in and out of my wet crack at an even faster rate, making us both breathless with excitement. I was finding out what the glorious pleasures of a good fucking could be as my fingers now dug into the flesh of his back and my bucking torso wildly sought more and more of his magnificent prick as our pubic hairs crashed together. All the time I squirmed lasciviously and I began to shudder uncontrollably as I felt my inner depths exploding into the most delicious waves of ecstasy which bathed me in a marvellous glowing release which flowed across every fibre of my body. Each spasm racked through me and I bit poor Andrew's shoulder, which made him pump even harder. Very soon I screamed with joy as he shot powerful spurts of spunk inside my receptive cunt, his rigid prick jetting its jism into my innermost cavities with such vigour that dribblings of our mingled love juices dribbled down my thighs. 'Slowly he pulled out his gleaming penis which was still hard and when I lovingly squeezed the shaft it throbbed with latent energy. I lowered my pouting lips and flicked my pink tongue across the massive dome, juicing his shaft with my saliva as I forced the ripe plum between my lips. He trembled as I moved one hand to massage the insides of his thighs and let the other cradle his heavy, hairy ballsack. Andrew moaned as I sucked on my splendid sweetmeat, until my mouth was full and I began to move my head forwards and backwards, slurping noisily on this monster rod which tasted so tasty with that unique masculine tang. His hands clutched at my hair as I closed my lips around it as tightly as possible and worked on his knob with my tongue, easing forward gradually to take in a little more of the shaft. I circled the base with my fingers and worked my hand up and down the shaft, sucking Andrew's delicious cock until the tip almost touched the back of my throat and I cupped his balls, feeling them harden until the frothy white sperm rushed up his shaft and my mouth was filled with gorgeous gushes of sticky foam as his prick bucked wildly while I held it lightly between my teeth. I gulped down his copious emission, gratefully swallowing every last milky drop of spunk. 'Not till his delicious prick had fully shrunk back to its normal flaccidity did I withdraw my lips and then we returned to the table to partake of some more coffee which was bubbling away on a tiny gas burner and Andrew and I toasted each other before we returned to the makeshift bed where he finger-fucked me to another delicious orgasm. We finished this lewd encounter with a final soixante-neuf before making our way downstairs where members of Lord George Lucas's party were also set to leave. '“Hey there, Andrew,” shouted out the good-looking young son of Viscount Sevenoaks. “We're going to continue celebrating my birthday at Matthew Cosgrave's house in Grosvenor Street-why don't you and your lovely companion join us there?” Andrew looked at me and murmured: “It's up to you, Gillian, I don't mind whether we join them or go straight back home. In all fairness, though, I must warn you that Charlie's parties have been known to, shall we say, get a little out of hand if what they tell me at the Jim Jam Club is to be believed.” '“Well, unless you are too tired, why don't we find out for ourselves?” I suggested. “We can leave at any time so long as your chauffeur is capable of getting us home.” '“Oh, there's no worry on that score, Grahame never drinks and drives,” replied Andrew and so we agreed to join Lord George's gathering which was to mean, dear Rupert, that although I had only just an hour before enjoyed my very first fuck, I was now to be introduced to the wild Bacchanalian revels of the fastest set in London.' At this stage she paused and giggled: 'I'll wager this lewd story has given you a big stiffie, you naughty boy.' She reached down to feel my throbbing prick which as she had correctly surmised was now at bursting point and I kissed her warm, soft lips and played with her hard titties which instantly aroused the sensuous girl. 'We need some exercise, Rupert, all this lying in bed is fine as far as it goes but we must put other muscles to use besides those in your cock and my cunney,' she said as she jumped out of bed. 'Come on, darling, you can fuck me in the Irish style, that'll be good exercise for us both.' I looked at her with a puzzled expression until she added: 'Some people call this method “the wheelbarrow position”. Does that mean anything to you?'