The next day was a half-holiday, and in the afternoon Bob, de Beaupre, the duke and I set out for a ramble, following the course of a little river which flowed through the woods and meadows in the neighbourhood of the school.
As we made our way slowly along the duke revealed, "Blackie has gone one better than most of us. He's had some adventures with girls."
"Oh! do tell us," exclaimed Bob and I eagerly, turning to de Beaupre.
He laughed. "Jimmy is always piling on the agony about me, I believe his brain has turned after listening to one or two of my yarns."
After a little more pressure, however, he gave in and said he would tell us of his first experience with the other sex.
"It was in Paris about six months ago," he began. "There was a great friend of my mother's named Cecile de Regnier, who used to visit us very frequently. Although she wasn't very old-only about twenty-two-she had been married, but her husband had died nearly two years before, and only a few months after the wedding. She lived in a big appartement by herself on the Avenue Hoche. She was always awfully jolly with me, used to bring me no end of sweets and that kind of thing, and gave me lots of presents. Once or twice she took me to the play, and you bet I liked her very much. One thing I noticed, however, and that was how she used to like to squeeze my hand and kiss me.
"Well, one day she called just as my mother was going to a garden-fete at the Austrian Embassy. She asked if I was going, too, and when my mother told her I was not, she said, "Poor boy! He will be awfully lonely. Do let me take him home this afternoon; he can stay to dinner, and I will send him back in the carriage afterwards." My mother saw no objection, so Cecile carried me off in triumph, and I was soon seated beside her in her victoria and being rattled along as fast as the horses could take us to the Avenue Hoche. When we got there, she took me upstairs to her boudoir-a ripping room, with stained-glass windows, and lots of flowers, and all that sort of thing. Cecile gave me some picture-books to look at, while she took off her hat and cloak; and then rang for the maid to bring up some fruit and wine.
"She made me drink two or three glasses, and then called to me to come and sit beside her on a big sofa that took up nearly all one side of the room. "You are a nice boy, Gaston," she said, putting her arms round me and kissing my cheek. The wine had got into my head a bit and the heavy scent that the room was full of also affected me, so I kissed her back, and she seemed so pleased at this that she would not let me go, but kept hugging me. When at last she released her hold, she still let one arm remain round my neck, and pressed close against me. She had put on a sort of loose dressing-wrap or tea-gown after coming in, and I could see her neck and throat, while I could feel the heaving of her breasts as she leaned upon me. Then she began patting my cheeks and pulling my hair and so on, and telling me how fond she was of me. 'I wish you were a little older, Gaston,' she said, 'and then we could get married. Wouldn't that be fun?' I don't remember what I said, and altogether, what with the wine and the perfume she had on her, I tell you I was beginning to feel rather funny. I had never been alone like this with a female before and though I'm not exactly of a bashful nature, I can assure you I felt as shy as a kid. At the same time, I felt very hot; too, and my cock was sticking up as stiff as possible in-my trousers. I was afraid she would see it; and was in a terrible funk in case she did, but I daren't put my hand down to shift it so that it couldn't be noticed, as she was looking at me all the time, and would be bound to observe what I was doing. I was in a nice pickle, and was wishing she would leave me, if only for a minute, when she put her hand in my lap right on my thing. It was no use trying to keep it still, as it was so stiff; and I couldn't help it jumping when her palm rested on it.
"'Good gracious!' she said, looking at the lump where it lifted my breeches up. 'Whatever have you got in your pocket?' and before I could say or do anything to stop her, she was feeling for the cause.. I went hot all over, and felt the blood rush up to my temples, only wishing that the floor would open, and let me through." 'You silly boy! Let me see what it is,' said Cecile; and I scarcely realised what she was doing before felt her hands round my waist loosening my breeches. From the haste she showed, I think she was afraid I was going to stop her, and in the first shock of my consternation I jumped up and ran towards the door, only anxious to escape from the painfulness of my position. But Cecile caught me before I was half-way across the room, while at the same moment, in response to her call, the door leading into her bedroom opened and her maid, Marie, appeared.
"'This boy wants to be put to bed,' said Cecile.
"The maid came across with a grin all over her face, and the two of them seized me by the arms and dragged me into the next room. I was more or less dazed with the wine I had drunk, and half-frightened and by no means pleased; but I was, of course, helpless in the hands of these two full-grown women, and in a very short time they had removed every stitch of clothing from me, and laid me on the bed as naked as when I was born. 'Keep him there, Marie, for a minute,' said Cecile, and the maid held me with her strong arms while her mistress rapidly threw off all her clothes till she was stark naked.. I altogether forgot my humiliation as I saw a woman undressed for the first time, and at the sight my cock, which had had time to grow limp, rose up again-on seeing which the maid began to pull it about very freely.
"By this time I had collected myself somewhat, and the thought came upon me that I was in for a bit of luck after all, but I considered it best not to appear to give in too easily, and pretended to look rather sulky when Cecile came across to me. She only laughed, however, and stooped down to kiss me. I tried to turn away my head, but she held my cheeks between her hands, preventing me, and kissed and tongued me until I thought she would suck the breath right out of my body; and I had to laugh out loud as I tried to thrust her off. Then she got on the bed, which was a very big and soft one, and my curiosity soon got the better of all my other feelings. She signed to the maid to let go, and took me in her arms, but I insisted upon kneeling up and having a good look at her. She was an awfully pretty girl, with beautiful dark hair, and deep-blue eyes, almost black, and a very white, smooth skin. She had big round breasts like little mountains, and firm as anything, while the titties stood up almost as stiff as cocks- they do, you know, when women get excited. But, of course, what I was most anxious to see was the part lower down. I had often heard about girls' cunts, but I had never seen one before; and wondered what it was like. Cecile was giving me a good opportunity, and you can stake your life that I took advantage of it. She let me do just as I liked, and didn't mind how I pulled her about.
"She had a lot of long, soft; dark hair on the lower part of her belly, and in the middle of this I could see the slit which I knew must be the opening of her cunt. I parted the hairs with my hands, so as to get a better view of it. It was much lower down than I had imagined it to be, and I had always thought of it more as a round hole. This seemed so close and narrow that I wondered how a man's cock could be got into it, but when I pressed the red lips apart and very gently inserted a finger, I began to understand better of what an elastic nature it was. There was also a sort of knob or button just above, which puzzled me. It was hard and stiff, and I was at a loss to give a name to it, but since then, I've found it is called the 'clitoris'. This knob interested me very much, and I let my fingers play with it, moving it about and rubbing it in different ways. While I was doing this, I had two fingers of my left hand inside Cecile's cunt, and was groping about in the interior regions, exploring all the secret corners of this new country, and rubbing the inner surface as I did so. I had only been engaged in this for a very little while when all of a sudden Cecile began to twist her legs and heave her belly, and before I could guess what was going to happen, she gave a little scream, her cunt seemed to close up, drawing my fingers right in, and next moment a regular stream of spunk poured out over my hand. I pulled my fingers out hastily, fearful at what I had done, but she sprang up and caught me in her arms, clasping me tightly, and saying. 'Oh, you darling! What a little love you are!'
"Then she put her hand down and got hold of my cock, squeezing and fondling it until it seemed twice its usual size and was as stiff as a bar. Pushing me gently on to my back, she knelt up and commenced to toy with it with her fingers, pulling down the skin and pinching the top. 'What a dear little thing: I must kiss it,' she said, and ere I knew what she was going to do, she had straddled across me, and had taken my cock in her mouth, sucking it for all she was worth, while with her hands she started to play with my balls and tickle my bottom, pushing a finger right into the hole as far as she could get it, and working it in and out with a quick friction. She was lying over me in the opposite direction, and her hairy belly came right across my face. I didn't care for this much, as it pressed down over my mouth and nose until I was almost afraid I should be suffocated, and I tried to release my head from its position, but the maid, who had remained in the room all this time, and was narrowly watching me, said, 'Kiss it,' pointing to Cecile's cunt, which rested against my mouth. The idea pleased me at once, and I put my lips to it. Cecile immediately responded by pressing her thighs tighter against my face, and some hidden instinct led me to push apart the lips of her slit and thrust in my tongue. Her bottom seemed to shiver as I did this, and in the excitement of the play I pushed in my tongue as far as possible, and curled it about in all directions inside. Her legs twitched nervously, and she wriggled her bottom and belly from side to side as I continued to tickle her cunt with my tongue, and squeezed her legs with my hands. This did not last long before she began to give a little tremble, I felt my tongue pinched, and then a quantity of thick hot spunk gushed out and rained down into my mouth. Her legs closed tightly round my head, so that I was obliged to swallow the stuff, and I don't think it appeared to me to be nasty; and, as she kept me as I was before, I went on tongueing her again, until after another interval there was a further outpouring of warm cream, drenching my face, and it was not until I had had time to lick her cunt dry that Cecile removed herself from off me.
"I had not come myself yet, although I felt very near it. She did not suck me any more, however, but lay down by my side, and drew me up against her, bringing the point of my cock against her cunt. It easily slid inside, of course, but fortunately she had a very small orifice, otherwise there would not have been much fun for me. As soon as I had got fairly in, she threw her arms round me, holding me tightly against her. I had an idea, you know, of what you're supposed to do in fucking, although I had never done it before, and I began to push as hard as I could, while she assisted me by similar movements. After all that had gone before, you can fancy I was at fever-heat, and shoved with all my strength, panting in her face in my eagerness; but she did not mind this a bit, and only answered by kissing me, and pushing her tongue between my lips against mine, while with her hands she tickled my spine. As I felt myself coming, my pushes grew faster and quicker, while she responded with equal energy. She could not hold out against the strain herself, and presently she squeezed me still more tightly against her body, and her fingers dug into my back; she gave me one long, sucking kiss, ending in a deep sigh, and I felt her cunt contract again in a strong spasm; at the same moment, my cock seemed as if it were being drawn right up into her belly, and there was a delightful burning sensation in it, while a lovely glow spread all over me. I felt my thing throb and jump as it discharged into her what I was sure must be quite a lot of spunk for me, and at the exact instant this happened she spent again, drowning my member in the boiling shower, which ran allover my balls and down my legs.
"I was rather done up after this, but it was not until I begged her to let me go that Cecile disengaged herself from me. I lay on my back fairly fagged out, and the maid brought a sponge and towel, and very carefully wiped both Cecile and me. She was not at all a bad-looking girl, fair, and about the same age as her mistress, with well-developed bust and hips. As she moved softly about the room after having dried us, Cecile said, 'Poor Marie! She must feel frightfully neglected.' The maid turned towards us, and replied, 'Not at all, madame. It afforded me much pleasure to watch you and monsieur; and it is not for me to have any wishes where madame is concerned.' She looked very modest and fetching as she said this, and my blood began to rise again. I jumped off the bed, ran across to the maid, and pulled up her skirts. She stood quite still, without attempting to stop me, only crying, 'Oh, monsieur!' Lifting her dress as high as I could, I knelt in front of her. She had no drawers on, her big thighs standing out white as ivory in contrast with the black stockings she wore. She had a tremendous growth of reddish hair all over the belly, very thick and long, and much coarser than Cecile's. I could read how excited she was, in spite of her quiet demeanour, by the inflamed appearance of her cunt, which seemed quite a large one, and her clitoris was stiff and swollen. Her legs were squeezed tightly together, so that I had some difficulty in forcing my hand between them. When I did so, I found the parts between her thighs all wet and slimy. My action in pushing in my hand affected her visibly; her knees trembled, she gave a smothered cry, and out streamed a river of spunk, over my fingers and down her legs, while little white drops bedewed the lowermost fringes of her hairs. I rose, drawing away my hand, but she seized and kissed it; all wet with her own spendings. Next moment; however, she had relapsed into the well-trained, demure maid again, and, having hastily wiped herself; dropped her skirts down and went on with her duties in arranging her mistress' toilet-table as if nothing had happened.
"We dressed ourselves after this, and Cecile and I returned to the boudoir, where she played and sang to me, doing everything she could think of for my amusement; but never referring in the slightest way to the scene in which we had just taken part. We had dinner together, and afterwards the carriage came to take me home, Cecile bidding me a very tender farewell and promising to see me again soon. That was the end of a very pleasant afternoon and evening."
De Beaupre's clear and vivid narration had moved us greatly as we listened to it and my cock got so unruly that I had to keep my hand in my pocket and hold it in an endeavour to calm its excitement. I could tell also, from Bob's and Jimmy's movements, that they were similarly troubled. We stopped for a moment as we came to a stile, and the duke and de Beaupre climbed to the top rail and sat themselves astride it. Taking advantage of the halt I pulled out my cock, which was causing me a good deal of discomfort by reason of its rubbing against my shirt and breeches.
"I could just do with a rub now. It's so stiff, I can hardly walk," I said. They all looked down at my member, standing straight up like a piece of stick, and smiled; but de Beaupre said, "Not now, Charlie. Keep cool, and wait till tonight. It's ever so much more fun then."
"Oh, I say! I can't really," I replied. "If nobody else will help me, I shall have to do it myself," and I began to put the threat into operation.
Blackie jumped quickly off the stile, crying, "Don't let him. Make him wait till tonight." My hands were seized and held, while Bob put my cock inside and buttoned up my trousers, and they stood ready to pounce on me in case I should make a further attempt upon myself. "You will thank us tonight, Charlie, really," exclaimed Bob apologetically, and I had to make the best of the situation.
"Do you see that paddock right over there?" presently said Rutherford, pointing ahead; and on our signifying an affirmative answer he went on, "I remember a very funny thing in connection with that. It belongs to a farmer named Hopkins, an eccentric old chap and not over amiable; and there are some very fine fruit trees in it. Well, one very hot day last summer I was out for a stroll with a chap called Thompson-he has left now; and we made a short cut across that paddock in coming back, as we were a bit late. While we were running across, we heard a noise as if someone were crying. We looked round, but couldn't see anyone, so went on, but the noise still continued, seeming to get louder. "I believe it's coming from among those trees over there," said Thompson; "let's go and have a look. Perhaps somebody has been hurt." Well, we went across, and when we got there we both had a fit at what we saw. There was a chap about as big as Jimmy here, tied stark naked to a tree, and in front of him was a young calf, not many weeks old, and, would you believe it! the little brute had the fellow's cock in its mouth and was sucking away for all me world as if it were at its momer's teat. The poor chap was in an awful funk, moaning- and sobbing; and I dare say me animal was hurting him a bit as it could give a pinch with its mouth, if it couldn't bite; but the sight was so absurdly funny that Thompson and I doubled up. However, as soon as we got our breath we came to the rescue, drove off the calf, and unfastened the captive, whose cock was all red where the calf had got hold of it, while the beast's sucking had made it come on the stand. As soon as we had set him free, the boy began to tumble into his clothes, which lay in a heap close by, and while he was doing this we asked him how he had got into such a pickle. As far as we could make out from his rambling yarn, it appeared that old Hopkins had caught him picking his fruit, and, instead of giving him a licking, had made him strip, and men tied him up to the tree and left him to repent his crime until he should return to release him. The calf was prowling about the paddock, and, coming along, advanced to examine the strange object attached to me tree; being in its sucking stage, it had fastened on me boy's cock, no doubt under me idea that it was a teat, while, of course, the unfortunate chap, triced up as he was, couldn't do anything to stop it. As soon as he was dressed, he was off as fast as his legs could carry him, while Thompson and I made our way back to the school full, of amusement. We often had a good laugh over the affair afterwards.
This little anecdote diverted us all greatly, and also served to take my attention away from the little article inside my trousers which had been causing me so much trouble.
After a time, we turned our faces homewards, and I do not remember anything else, worth recording until we retired to our room that night.
"What are the orders for this evening?" said Bob, after we had undressed.
"I vote we make Blackie master of ceremonies, and do whatever he tells us," cried Jimmy.
Bob and I agreed, and de Beaupre gracefully signified his acceptance of the honour.
"I promised to give Bob a turn tonight," he said; "so you and Charlie can amuse yourselves together," he added, turning to Jimmy.
"Very well," replied the duke. "We are quite ready to obey; aren't we, Charlie? How shall we begin?"
"Try a suck," responded Blackie. "You lie one way, and Charlie the other. That's what they call in France soixante- neuf-sixty-nine, you know, because a six and a nine are made exactly the same, only one is turned in the opposite direction."
"We'll have a fuck, Blackie, eh?" said Bob. Will you kneel on the bed?"
"Yes. But don't put your cock in my bottom. I will show you a better way."
"Very well," replied Bob. "I am ready to try anything you suggest." Before we started, Jimmy and I stood by to watch the operations of the others. Blackie lay flat on his back on the bed, and told Bob to lie on top of him, putting his cock between his (Blackie's) legs. Then Bob began to fuck, while Blackie's cock, squeezed between their two warm bellies, was submitted to a gentle and regular friction under Rutherford's movements. The natural result was not long in being brought about, and within a few moments after. Bob, following on some extra energetic pushes, sank down on Blackie in a state of happy quiescence, while his love-juice delivered itself between de Beaupre's thighs, Blackie's cock throbbed between their two bodies and gave out a discharge, wetting their bellies, which were almost glued together by the warm sticky stuff.
As soon as we had witnessed this consummation, Jimmy and I went over to my bed. I got on my back, and Jimmy placed himself over me in accordance with Blackie's instructions. The relative positions afforded excellent scope for mutual enjoyment, and spoke volumes for the genius of its inventor, whoever that unknown individual may have been. The feel of Jimmy's stiff and warm cock in my mouth excited me tremendously, and I used my tongue and lips on it with impatient eagerness, while at the same time I pulled and twisted his balls about, tickling the little pink hole with one finger, so as to do all I could to add to his pleasure. He returned the compliment with equal zest, sending me nearly wild with delight as he tongued my glowing member, working it up and down with his lips and rubbing the root with one finger and a thumb. Our bellies and thighs heaved and wriggled with the excess of our enjoyment, which only grew in strength as we continued. Bob and Blackie were now spectators in their turn, and watched us with great interest. Presently, Blackie commenced to tickle Jimmy's spine with his fingers; and Bob followed his example, as far as he was able, by stroking my thighs. This went on for some little time, until I felt a tingling sensation creeping over me, and knew that the end was not far off. I judged, too, by the way Jimmy quivered every now and then that he was in a very similar predicament; as he sank lower, thrusting his cock further into my mouth, I heard him gasp, his hot breath pouring thickly out over my thighs. Then he almost fell on my face, his teeth closed tightly on my member, his own organ palpitated, and felt something wet and warm trickling down my throat. Next minute the transport seized upon me, too; I gave a big heave upwards, and then all my muscles relaxed their tension, and I was conscious of nothing but the glorious, thrilling happiness that was setting my entire frame on fire as my cock jumped about excitedly in the act of throwing off its essence in Jimmy's mouth. The exquisite bliss prostrated us both, and we did not even move to change our position until the first effects had passed off, although we were causing each other the acutest physical sensations as our lips pressed upon one another's super-sensitive members; but at last Jimmy raised himself up, and we both proceeded to get into our nightshirts.
"Wasn't it just jolly?" exclaimed the duke, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm at the vivid reminiscence.
"I should think it was-only more so!" I replied; adding, "I propose that Blackie retain his office as master of ceremonies permanently. He reminds me of that chap you read about in the Roman histories-Petronius, was his name, wasn't it?- who used to plan out all the entertainments for Nero. Blackie would have done all right in that job, if he had lived then."
They laughed, and after a little further talk we said goodnight, the light was put out, and we prepared for sleep.