I lost my virginity in a field behind a pub with an older woman who slapped me on the bum, says Prince Harry
PRINCE Harry has revealed he lost his virginity to a horse-loving older woman — in a field behind a pub.
He said she “treated me not unlike a young stallion”, but branded his first bonk an “inglorious episode”.
In a cringeworthy account of the al fresco romp in his memoir Spare, Harry says: “Quick ride, after which she smacked my rump and sent me off to graze.”
He also reveals that he has taken cocaine, cannabis, magic mushrooms and even used laughing gas while Meghan was giving birth.
Harry, 38, refers to losing his virginity when describing how a royal bodyguard called Marko visited him at Eton when he was a teenage student in 2001.
He says Marko was sent to him to “find out the truth”.
Harry writes: “I suspected he was referring to my recent loss of virginity. Inglorious episode, with an older woman.
“Among other things about it that were wrong: it happened in a grassy field behind a busy pub. Obviously someone had seen us.
“The truth, Marko?
“Marko said: ‘About whether or not you’re doing drugs, Harry’.”
The bombshell book, to be published on Tuesday, goes on to detail Harry’s dabbling with illegal substances — and sees him admit for the first time to taking cocaine.
The Duke of Sussex recalls how he and a friend necked “gallons of beer” and puffed through a “shopping bag full of weed” after an interview with a journalist.
Harry even says he used to take psychedelics — and once had a bad trip on mushrooms.
Writing about his antics, Harry says: “Of course I had been doing cocaine around this time. At someone’s country house during a hunting weekend, I’d been offered a line, and I’d done a few more since.
“It wasn’t much fun, and it didn’t make me particularly happy, as it seemed to make everyone around me.
“But it did make me feel different, and that was the main goal. Feel. Different.
“I was a deeply unhappy 17-year-old willing to try almost anything that would alter the status quo. That was what I told myself anyway.”
He goes on to describe his experiences under the effects of magic mushrooms.
Harry describes how his pals went to the fridge for a drink, writing: “While the door was open, we spotted a huge box of black diamond mushroom chocolates.
“Someone behind me said they were for everybody. Help yourself, boys.
“My mate and I grabbed several, gobbled them, washed them down with tequila.”
But it soon turned into a nightmare as he began hallucinating in a bathroom.
Harry says: “Beside the toilet was a round silver bin, the kind with a foot pedal to open the lid. I stared at the bin. It stared back. Then it became . . . a head.
“I stepped on the pedal and the head opened its mouth. A huge open grin.
“I laughed, turned away, took a p***. Now the loo became a head too. The bowl was its gaping maw, the hinges of the seat were its piercing silver eyes. It said, ‘Aaah’.”
Harry says he and his pals would also commandeer a bathroom where they would “implement a surprisingly thoughtful, orderly assembly line” to make joints, with the smoker straddling the toilet.
The lads would then “go and giggle ourselves sick” over cartoon Family Guy. He says of the show: “I felt an inexplicable bond with Stewie, prophet without honour.”
In another drug- fuelled incident Harry says he got so high he started whispering to a fox.
He says that one night he was “straddling the loo” then took a “big hit and gazed up at the moon, then down at the school grounds”.
He says he watched his bodyguards, Thames Valley Police officers, “marching back and forth, stationed out there because of me”.
He says they “didn’t make me feel safe”, they “made me feel caged”.
Harry talks about how he was thinking about the beautiful wider world, then writes: “Just then I saw something dart across the quad.
“It froze under one of the orange streetlights. I froze too, and leaned out of the window.
“I whispered to the fox, ‘Hello, mate. How’s it going?’”
Harry’s drug-taking saw him do a stint in rehab in 2001, when he was just 16.
Dad Charles sent him to Featherstone Lodge in Peckham, South London, for a day after discovering he had been boozing and smoking weed frequently.
It was reported at the time that Harry had admitted to experimenting with cannabis multiple times at the now-King’s Highgrove home, as well as a pub in Wiltshire.
In the book, Harry describes how he used psychedelics. He says: “Psychedelics did me some good as well.
“I’d experimented with them over the years, for fun, but now I’d begun to use them therapeutically, medicinally.
“They didn’t simply allow me to escape reality for a while, they let me redefine reality.
“Under the influence of these substances, I was able to let go of rigid preconcepts, to see that there was another world beyond my heavily filtered scenes.
“A world that was equally real and doubly beautiful — a world with no red mist, no reason for red mist. There was only truth.”
Harry goes on: “After the psychedelics wore off, my memory of that world would remain: this is not all there is. All the great seers and philosophers say our daily life is an illusion. I always felt the truth in that.
“But how reassuring it was, after nibbling a mushroom, or ingesting ayahuasca, to experience it for myself.”
Harry also writes about how he feasted on Nando’s chicken and took hits of laughing gas when wife Meghan went into labour with Archie in 2019 at London’s Portland Hospital.
He says: “Our doctor walked in, talked it through with us, and said it was time to induce.
“Meg was so calm. I was calm too. But I saw two ways of enhancing my calm.
“One: Nando’s chicken. (Brought by our bodyguards).
“Two: A canister of laughing gas beside Meg’s bed. I took several slow, penetrating hits.
“Meg, bouncing on a giant purple ball, a proven way of giving nature a push, laughed and rolled her eyes. I took several more hits and now I was bouncing too.
“When her contractions began to quicken, and deepen, a nurse came and tried to give some laughing gas to Meg.
“There was none left. The nurse looked at the tank, looked at me, and I could see the thought slowly dawning: Gracious, the husband’s had it all. ‘Sorry’, I said meekly.
“Meg laughed, the nurse had to laugh, and quickly changed the canister.