A harem girl from the Turkish Salon
On the first evening of his attendance at fellow dinosaur expedition member Lord Hoxton's debauched birthday party, Edmund Molloy and the other male guests were blindfolded and caressed by the women attending. Despite his sweetheart and his former lover Edith being in attendance, he had no idea who was touching him intimately. The ladies have withdrawn and the gentlemen have been told they can remove their blindfolds.
Still slightly
fearful of a blow, I tentatively undid my blindfold, struggling with the knot
and in the end just pulling it off without untying it. I looked around the room and discovered all
the other men were now free of their blindfolds. The next thing I did was tie my dressing gown
across my body, as did Britten and the general.
Smarme, Crozier and Hoxton left themselves on display. Hoxton and Crozier were flaccid but Smarme
was still at full tumescence. He, like
me, obviously, had not spent, as some of the others had. He seemed to possess no sense of shame about his state.
“Well,” said
Hoxton. “The ladies certainly provided
an entertainment there! I don’t know who
was attending to me but I certainly spent in her mouth!” I shuddered at the thought that I had, perhaps, swallowed his spunk but said nothing.
“I gave forth too!”
said Britten. “A lady with great skill,
I have to say! Splendid! What fun this weekend is turning out to be.”
“Glad you could come,
Britten!” said Hoxton. “Come! What?
Funny, eh?”
“Very droll, James,”
said Sir Gerald. “Now I could do with
another glass of Champagne.I think!”
“Capital notion! I’ll ring for Sutton.” He walked over to the doow and pulled a deep
red rope with a silver filigree and turquoise decorated pull. “Who got whipped?” asked Hoxton. “You, I think, Gerald!”
“I got a very sharp
crack, across my back!” said Sir Gerald. “For speaking aloud I suppose! But what’s a chap to do when he feels two
fingers going up his jacksie?”
“It sounded like you
got beaten twice, Molloy,” said the general, grinning.
“Yes, I tried to get
my mouth on to one of the women’s bodies in case I could identify her by
kissing her bosom!” I said. I didn’t
mention that the second blow had been for when I spat out the spunk and
fortunately the general did not pursue it.
“Did anyone think
that they had identified who was attending to them!” I asked. I looked at the general and hoped he wouldn’t
identify Daisy.
“Well,” said Hoxton, “I
am very familiar with Daphne, Caroline, Sarah and Emily’s gamahuching technique
and I am pretty certain it wasn’t any of them!
Which only leaves Edith, Daisy and Elizabeth! Our lovely newcomers!”
“Oh dear!” I
said. “I had a lady sat upon my face and
I am quite sure it wasn’t Edith or Daisy either.”
“Sounds like Daisy
was off doing James,” laughed the general.
I scowled.
“It could have been
Edith or Elizabeth!” I said. “Although I suspect Elizabeth would not have
joined in with her father here!”
“Hah! You don’t know Eleizabeth!” lauhed Sir Jonty.
“Well hopefully, when they return they will tell us!” I really hoped they wouldn’t. The door opened and we all looked around in
unison but it was Sutton holding a chamberpot.
“The ladies have
suggested that some of you gentlemen may need to relieve yourselves!” she
said. Crozier, Hoxton and Smarme were
still displaying themselves openly, although Smarme had subsided, thankfully.
“Well done Sutton!”
said Hoxton, standing up. Sutton knelt
before him and Hoxton began to micturate into the pot. Britten to my surprise, followed suit. He seemed to be keen to embrace the
debauchery as keenly as Daisy had earlier.
“What about you Mr
Molloy?” asked Sutton. She approached me
holding the pot. I looked down at it and
its pale yellow contents, swilling around above the Hoxton family crest on the
bottom.
“Er, no thank you
Sutton! I am quite alright!” I said, blushing
furiously. She smiled at me but as she
turned away I saw the gold chain bracelet on her left wrist. Could that be what
I had felt? Surely she hadn’t been in the room joining in with the other
women? If she had she would have seen me
on full display.
“Get us a couple of
magnums of the Pol Roger, too, please Sutton!” said Hoxton.
“Of course, my lord. The ladies will be returning shortly. They are changing!” she said, heading to the
door with the pot. I opened it for her.
“Thank you!” she
whispered and brushed against me as she left.
I started to look at some of the framed photographs on the wall. Most were of women dressed, if you could call
it that, in the Turkish oriental fashion, lounging around in somewhat exotic
settings. I was taken with a photograph of one lady gazing challengingly at the camera. Was she one of Hoxton's harem from Constantinople or just a Parisian whore earning some extra money.
“What on earth are
the women changing into?” said Sir Jonty.
“Can’t believe how often women feel they have to change clothes in a
day. Damn ridiculous!”
“I thought their
stockings and chemises were perfectly adequate,” said Britten.
“Maybe even a tad overdressed!”
added Sir Gerald.
“I thought that some
of them were removing their clothes and dropping them on the floor!” I
ventured.
“Didn’t hear that!”
said Britten. “Think my heart was
beating too fast to hear!” Sir Gerald laughed.
“Pumping blood into
your cock no doubt!” he added.
"Did we all spend?”
asked Britten.
“I didn’t!” said Sir
Jonty. “Not quite. At my age I need more than a few fluttering
contacts, enjoyable though they were!”
“I felt rather the
same!” said the general. “Still a very
exciting experience, though!”
“Yes, I found it
exciting but ultimately frustrating,” I said.
“At one point I am sure I had had three ladies touching me.”
“Three, eh?” said Sir
Gerald. “Don’t think I felt that
many!”
“You were well favoured
indeed!” said the general, smiling at me.
I wished he wouldn’t. In fact, I
wished he wasn’t there at all.
“Wait until you see his todger in its rampant
state,” said Hoxton.“Then you will see how well favoured he is!” added Hoxton. A
comment that engendered a frown from the general, to my secret delight. We all
shared our experiences but none of us could guess with any certainty as to who
had been fondling us. Sutton returned
and served Champagne.
“Where are the damn
women?” said Hoxton.
“You are starting to
sound like Professor Challenor,” I ventured.
Hoxton grinned.
“The ladies have
changed and are attending to other matters.
Lady Caroline has instructed me to extinguish two thirds of the
illumination, your lordship, for the second part of the entertainment.” said
Sutton.
“Oh! Alright!
Caroline don’t half like to organise me!” said Hoxton. “Always got a plan as to how things will
proceed!” The room got noticeably darker
as Sutton moved around the room extinguishing candles and the eastern looking
oil lamps placed everywhere. As Sutton
passed behind me her leg brushed my back again. I wanted to look around at her
but decided it was best not to. Sutton departed and a few minutes later the
door opened and the women filed in. Now
all dressed in silk dressing gowns as were we.
“Hello, gentlemen, we
are sorry to be away from you for so long!” said Lady Caroline.
“Just about to send
out a search party!” said Crozier. He stood up and kissed his wife affectionately.
“Caroline, how on
earth can it take quite so long to change from wearing a chemise to wearing a dressing
gown!” said Hoxton, patting the empty cushions next to him.
“We weren’t wearing
chemises. We were all quite naked when
we were in here, earlier!” said Lady Crozier.
“And what a truly sumptuous display it was!”
“Well, you now seem
to be more covered up than before, which I cannot say is an improvement!” said
Hoxton.
“We are all covered
up the exact same amount that you are!” said Daisy. “Which is only fair and equal!”
“Your views on
equality are known all over Britain, today, Miss Johnson!” said Sir Jonty. He had, thankfully covered himself with the arrival of the women, although they would all have seen him in his rampant state earlier.
“Edith, you are
somewhat swamped by your dressing gown!” said Britten. Edith was the shortest
of the women there and, despite having rolled her sleeves up, still had
something of the appearance of a child in her mother’s clothes about her.
“All these gowns
belong to James!” said Daisy. “That’s
why many of us look a little swamped!” I
hoped they were all clean. Daisy sat down between Hoxton and the general, to my
annoyance. Daphne Crozier sat between the general and me and I had Emily on my
other side, who was already cuddling up to Britten, to his obvious delight. We men sat after the women had selected tehir positions around the circle in the middle of the room. I noticed Daisy pat both Hoxton and the general's thighs as they sat next to her.
“So gentlemen did you
all enjoy yourselves earlier?” asked Lady Caroline
“We did!” said Elzabeth who was sat between her father and Sir
Gerald.
“You were in the room
when the...?” I stopped myself, not knowing how to politely describe it.
“Fun was
happening? Oh yes!” said Elizabeth. “I saw everything!” She looked at my lap. I was shocked. Perhaps she had averted her eyes from where
her father sat. I looked across to Sir Jonty and realised that if Elzabeth had
been attending to me she would have had her back to him. I caught her eye but she returned my gaze
evenly, with no hint of anything that might have passed between us.
“We were wondering
which of you ladies did what to us!” said Sir Gerald.
“And you can continue
to wonder!” said Lady Caroline. “We know
how gentleman can be embarrassed about revealing their bodies to each other so
we decided that having you blindfolded would remove any nervousness! Then we realised any of us could do anything
we liked to any of you!”
“Women with power!”
said Edith.
“Hear, hear!” said
Elizabeth.
“Not another
suffragette!” said Hoxton.
“So we have all
agreed not to reveal who did what to whom!
You can let your imaginations run riot!” said Daphne Crozier.
“But we will never
tell!” added Daisy.
“Just a little hint?”
asked Britten.
“Absolutely not!”
said Lady Caroline.
Sutton returned and
poured Champagne for the ladies. I
looked at her bracelet again but the long sleeves on the other ladies dressing
gowns meant that I could not see any of their wrists. In fact, with some of the women, I could
barely see their hands.
“Now, that we all
have some Champagne let’s start with our sexual confessions, as suggested at
dinner!” said Lady Crozier.
Yes, let’s!” said
Edith.
“It doesn’t have to
be a confession, per se, just an arousing story to get us in the mood for more
carnal play later!” said Lady Caroline.
“It has to be true,
though! No made up stories!” added
Daisy, looking at me.
“Birthday boy first,
I think!” said Lady Caroline.
“Oh! Alright!
Some of you know this story but this is for our newcomers!” said
Hoxton. “It’s about me first time with a
gel!”
“Perhaps Edmund can
add his initiation story next!” said Daisy. “I would be so interested to hear
about that!” The others laughed and I blushed. Hopefully the others couldn’t see, as the
light was now so much dimmer in the Turkish Salon.
“Well, I ain’t a
natural storyteller. like Molloy, here, which is why he is going to take notes,
as while you ladies were pinching me port we established a new journal for the
Babylon Exploration Society, which Edmund is going to edit for us,” said
Hoxton.
“Really, Edmund?”
asked Edith. “And what will this journal
consist of?”
“Stories. Poems. Items relating to the kitchen and
cellar...” I said.
“Descriptions of the
new girls and their particular...talents,” added Sir Jonty.
“Daddy does enjoy a
girl with particular talents!” laughed Elizabeth.
“Oh and what
particular talents do these Babylon ladies have?” asked Edith. “I would love to know. I had imagined they just lie on their backs
with their thighs parted, moan at appropriate moments and think about the money!”
“You will find out
tomorrow, my dear Edith,” said Hoxton.
“The journal will
have arousing illustrations,” said the general.
“So we were wondering if you might consider posing for it, Daisy!”
“What sort of
illustrations?” asked Daisy.
“Arousing ones,” said
Sir Jonty. I didn't like the way he was looking st Daisy now. Was his dressing gown distended over his lap?
“I see! Drawings or photographs?” said Daisy.
“We were
contemplating both, depending on the cost,” said Sir Gerald.
“What about those
drawings you did of me this afternoon, Edmund?
Would they be suitable?” asked Daisy.
“They would not!” I
said, firmly.
“What sort of
drawings were they?” asked the general.
“Just sketches,” I said. “Not good enough for a magazine!”
“Edmund can do very
finely rendered drawings, though,” said Edith.
“He did a famous one of my arse, isn’t that right, James and William?”
“Indeed so, Edith!”
laughed Hoxton.
“Now, everyone, this
is all very interesting news but James must tell his tale. I have another idea around illustrations for
later!” said Lady Caroline. “Do proceed, James!”
“Right ho! I’ll try
and get the essence across and Molloy can take it down! He can write it up form me memoirs!”
“I can take
shorthand, James, if Mr Molloy prefers,” said Edith.
“You have done more
than your share of note taking in the past weeks, Edith!” said Hoxton.
“Perhaps Edmund would prefer to keep his right hand free,” said Sarah.
“In case he wants to mast...”
“That’s enough,
dear!” said Lady Caroline. I was
blushing again and pretended to look at my notebook. I looked up at Hoxton and hoped he would take
the hint and begin his story.
Fortunately, he did.
“When I was a little
chap, living here at Hoxton Hall, I had a nanny who looked after me from when I
popped out. She was a nice old bird,
although she was probably only in her forties.
Seemed old at the time to me! Now, unexpectedly she went off to live in
America or somewhere else ghastly.
Perhaps it was Canada. Anyway,
her daughter, who lived in Exeter, came up to be me nanny instead. I was passed down like a nice carriage clock,
from one generation to the next. I was
seven and Molly was fourteen. Their
family had been minor aristocracy but the father had lost all his money in a
dubious business deal in the Caribbean, leaving them impoverished. He knew me
father, vaguely, and so he took Isobel, me original nanny, on as a sort of
favour. She was well educated and helped
with the household as well as looking after me.
She used to tell me stories of adventures in the South Seas and the
jungles of Africa and I am sure she had a lot to do with me interest in
travelling the world.”
“An impressionable
age, so I am sure that is true,” said Edith.
“So what was the
nanny’s daughter like?” asked Sir Jonty.
“Well Molly, although she was twice me age at the time, was only seven years older than me. Still a girl, really, but from my point of view she was just as grown up as her mother, age
difference being what it is but I soon found that she was rather kinder than
her mother. Isobel wasn’t cruel or
anything but Molly was more relaxed and friendly. Most importantly for me, she also kept
telling me stories at bedtime and started to teach me some Portuguese, as her
grandmother had been from there. Well,
me father soon realised that Isobel could teach me perfectly well at home at that age without sending me to school. We would
pick books at random from me father’s library and read them together so I
learned all sorts of interesting things.
As soon as she found a topic I responded to, like geography or military history
we would go into the subject in much more detail. It was an unconventional schooling but great
fun!”
“So she was more in
the manner of a governess, then!” said Elizabeth.
“Yes, indeed so. Especially as I got older, although she would
still help me dress and bathe me and what have you. After dinner we would read a little in me
room and then twice a week the maids would fill a hot bath in the room and she
would wash me. Now, as you can imagine, this was all well and good when I was seven but by the time I got to
eleven I was starting to wake up with me todger all stiff. I remember the first time it happened during bathtime. As she started to wash me parts one evening
it just swelled in her hand. She didn’t
look alarmed or say anything but just soaped it and carried on as normal. She
never went further than just washing it but from then on I always responded
to her touch!"
"So she would have been about eighteen?" asked Elizabeth. "My age!"
"Indeed so," continued Hoxton. "It was about this
time that I started to realise that Molly was a lovely girl. She had always stripped to her underthings
for bath time. I started to notice her
shape and her bubbies and bottom. Of
course soon, when I was alone, I learned how to get meself spurting to obtain
relief and I started to think about Molly’s arse when I did it!”
“Masturbation!”
sighed Sarah. “Lovely! Frig, frig, frig!”
“Well I enjoyed it
and didn’t have anyone to tell me it was wrong. In fact, one day, when she was
washing me knob she asked me if I ever spurted out white stuff from it. I said yes, quite innocently and she asked me
if it would be nice if she did it for me.
Well, of course it was bally marvellous!
She started rubbing me and I spent all over her forearm pretty damn quick. From that day on she would pump me at every
bath time. After about three months of
this she asked if she could try something different. That, of course, was when I discovered the
pleasures of being gamahuched. Don’t
think I will ever forget the first time her soft, wet mouth, enveloped the end
of me todger. I do confess that I came
almost instantly, right inside her mouth!”
“So how long did that
go on for?” asked Edith.
“Oh, over a year. Hand one on Tuesday night and
gamahuching on Saturday night. She soon told me that I should never tell anyone
else about what we did at bath time as it was our special grown up secret. I was happy to keep quiet as long as she kept
keeping me todger so happy and me stones drained! Soon she was removing her chemise at bath
time and let me play with her bubbies while she attended to me.”
“Were they nice
ones?” asked Daisy.
“A nice shape. Not huge but very satisfactory for a twelve
year old boy! Lovely teats! Eventually she let me suckle on them while she frigged me. Now one day she bathed me
but didn’t make me spend. I was
disappointed but she seemed distracted, so I was worried about her, as I was
very fond of her. More fond of her than
me mother, in fact, who was a distant sort of figure who I barely saw. She
lived in our house in London and her visits were rare. I later discovered that me father and she had
had a falling out over his friendship with a lady Italian opera singer.”
“Splendid!” said Sir
Jonty.
“Daddy likes ladies
with big lungs!” said Elizabeth, giggling.
“Anyway, Molly said
it would be best if she didn’t make me spend that Saturday and told me not to
do it myself either. I wondered if there might be some medical reason for it.
Anyway, that night I was in bed toying with me todger and wondering if I should
just have a proper go. I actually tried
to make out the clock in the dark, reasoning that if it was after midnight it
would be another day and I wouldn’t be going against her request! Eventually, I heard the door open and then heard
a rustle of clothing and someone get into bed with me. I knew it was Molly. I could smell her scent. A mixture of lemons and her own musk which, I
realised in retrospect, she had been generating for some time during our games. Her hand went straight to me todger and she
started to rub it. Then she kissed me
cheek and soon we were kissing on the lips, for the first time, rather clumsily
on my part. It didn’t take me a second
to realise that she was completely naked and my hands roamed all over her soft
body. I squeezed her bubbies, clasped
her lovely arse and discovered the fur at the apex of her legs which, I
realised was like what I had been growing of late. She told me it was time for
the next part of me education.
“What fun!” said
Edith.
“Anyway, she soon
wriggled down the bed, pushing the covers back and me nightshirt up before
starting on me todger with her mouth.
However, she soon stopped that and sat astride my hips before taking me
in hand and guiding me up inside her. Well, what a sensation! I just lay there as she started moving on top
of me. Then she took my hands and placed
them on her bubbies. Well, it didn’t take long and soon I was spurting inside
her. I soon recovered and we did it
three more times that night. The last
time, I realised in retrospect, I made her spend. She slipped away just before dawn!”
“Your first time! How lovely!
I will always remember the way you took me for the first time last
month!” said Emily. “What happened to
Molly? Did you get found out and did she
have to leave? Or did you keep doing it?”
“And of course
blessed with a superb cock!” said Lady Caroline.
“I had no idea about
how I measured up! Thought all chaps
were the same. Only when I started at school that I realised! That September I had to leave for
Eton. Poor Molly was quite tearful as
she thought she would lose her job, I suppose,” said Hoxton.
“Quite traumatic for
you,too, losing your mother, your physical comfort and having to leave home!”
said Edith.
“Character building,
me father told me. I have to say that
the first thing I did when I returned from Eton at Christmas was to ask Molly
to fill me a bath. I think I had been stiff
as Nelson’s Column for the whole journey home!”
“And did you do her
as soon as you got home?” asked Sarah.
“Yes! Right on the
nursery floor. We didn’t even take our
clothes off. Unfortunately, me father
walked in on us just as I was spending!
I pulled out of her but was emptying me ballocks all over the nursery
rug!”
“Oh dear, what
happened?” asked Britten.
“He told us both that
this would never happen again. Molly was
blubbing as she thought she really was about to lose her job but he asked her
to be his housekeeper instead, as the previous one had left after me mother
died. Then of course, came the twist!”
“What was that?”
asked Daisy.
“Well me father
starts poking her instead. Soon they are
sleeping in the same bed. Two years
later they got married. She became Lady
Hoxton!”
“Not the Lady Hoxton who
visits here, sometimes?” asked Lady Caroline.
“I knew she was your father’s second wife but not that she had been your
nanny and your first...”
“Fuck!” added
Sarah. “What an absolute hoot!”
"She doesn't like me very much, I think!" said Lady Caroline, giving a wry smile.
“So she still lives
here? Is she here today?” asked Edith.
“She lives in the
South of France for much of the time but she comes to visit several times a
year. Every Spring she comes to stay and
we get down and do it with each other on the anniversary of that first time!”
“Even now?” asked
Daisy. “She must be quite elderly!”
“She is fifty-nine. Not elderly at all. Her body is in superb shape still. She plays a lot of tennis.”
“Daisy, being
nineteen, has a peculiar notion as to what constitutes elderly!” said Edith. “I
am sure she thinks I am elderly!”
“You are older than
me mum!” said Daisy, laughing, her accent slipping a little. She had drunk quite a lot of Champagne.
“Did you have these
anniversary frolics when she was with your father or only after he passed
away?” asked Lady Caroline.
“Must confess it was
every year. I have been poking Molly
every April 5th for more than forty years! Apart from when I am away and then we
reschedule for later. Such a comforting cunny.
Still gets delightfully wet! Well,
you’ll meet her tomorrow, anyway! Missed
last year’s one as I was in Brazil! Do
her tomorrow, probably!”
“Good heavens!” said
Daisy, looking at Lady Caroline who shook her head and smiled.
“I think that is a
very sweet story,” said Elizabeth. “To
keep close to your first love over all this time!”
“Well I married my
first one!” said Edith. “And although I
do not regret my choice I do find him very disappointing in the realm of
physical intimacy these days!”
“So he was passionate
to begin with?” asked Lady Crozier.
“Oh yes!” said Edith.
“I think that you
have just volunteered to tell us our next tale!” said Daisy.
“Indeed," answered
Edith. “Are you ready to take notes,
Edmund? Although this is not for
publication in your deliciously sordid sounding magazine! George is not a libertine
of any sort but when he and I first got married he was, to put it rather indecorously,
up me constantly. He had just bought the
house we live in today but we had almost no furniture. A bed, a desk and a chair for George and a
dining table and two chairs. However,
within two days of returning from our honeymoon, spent digging for fossils in
Dorset, he had had me over every piece of furniture and in every room in the
house. Christening every room he called
it. We even did it in the linen cupboard on the first floor and that was a
squeeze I can tell you!”
“Well, my theory is
that if a man was passionate in bed at any point, or in the linen cupboard,”
added Lady Crozier with a smile, “then that passion is still within and he just
needs help to bring it out once more!”
“I wish that were
so,” said Edith, looking wistful. “Edna
Somersby and her professor go at it all the time, she tells me. She has five children. Neither, and I hate to be cruel, are what you
might call attractive people but they appear to be sexually very compatible!”
“The ability to
populate the world with children should not be the sole criterion in judging
the worth of a woman!” said Lady Crozier.
“I am sure you would agree with that, Daisy!”
“Women are capable of
doing so much more than they are given credit for and yet society seems mainly
concerned with whether they are married before the age of twenty-five and
popping out babies like an American motor car manufactory thereafter!” said
Daisy.
“I am unable to bear
children so have devoted my life to supporting George,” said Edith.
“And that is a fine
thing for a wife to do,” said Sir Gerald.
“I think that these days, just as a man might take a mistress, there is
no reason that a woman might not do the same with a man, especially if it
removes potential stress from a marriage.
Silly to lose all the benefits of an otherwise close partnerships
because of sexual incompatibility!”
“Very wise words, Sir
Gerald and my thoughts precisely when I embarked on my first affair three years
ago!” said Edith.
“Ah, now, of course,
you have to tell us the whole story!” said Daisy.
“Yes, do tell!” said
Lady Caroline.
“Well, George was
away, of course. His dinosaur fossil
hunting trips were becoming an annual affair and the trips were becoming longer
and longer. I often asked to accompany
him but he always said that an expedition was no place for a damned woman!”
“As Marguerite Blanc
discovered!” I said.
“I wish I had had the
wherewithal to be more forceful that first time. Perhaps things would be different today,” Edith
continued. I was already worried about
what story I might tell, if asked. “It all began just
over a year after our marriage, when George had left for Wyoming on his first
long expedition, with no indication whatsoever as regards the date of his
return. I was bereft, alone in the house. I begged him to let me travel with
him but he flat refused. I was most disappointed
as I thought I might quite enjoy the rugged experience of copulating in a tent
in the American desert!” I thought about
Marguerite and her ‘companion’ in the deserts of New Mexico. “He had never been
away for more than a few days before. A
week, perhaps. But this trip to America
was scheduled to last for three or four months. It was then that I sought out those few
female friends I had and we had lunch and tea out regularly. However we were not well off in those
days. George had spent nearly all his
money on the house. We had no staff and
very little money for food. I bought a copy of Mrs Beeton and learned to cook.
My family had been comfortably off and we had staff to do these things but
George and I were happy. He was writing
his books and papers and I looked after him as best as I could. I had no idea about domestic chores and could
not wash clothes or use an iron, for example.
I was a rotten housewife.
Fortunately, I fuck like a bitch in heat, which he did appreciate at the
time!” Elizabeth sniggered,
“So, how did things
change?” asked Daisy. I thought I saw, out of the corner of my eye, her stroking the general's thigh again.
“Well I was becoming
listless at home after he had been away a few weeks. We had never been apart this long. I was missing sexual intimacy, I realised,
more than anything. Fortunately, Edna Somersby came to my rescue and we became
close friends. At that point George and
her husband were friends. Rivals, yes,
but friendly rivals. Edna would take me out to lunch once a week and we would
get quite drunk. Edna has always enjoyed
her drink but George does not touch the stuff.
I was not a great drinker until Edna taught me about wine, something she
had learned from her husband as he is a great expert with a large cellar. Well, she started inviting me for tea once a
week as well. Although “tea” with Edna
usually means cake and Madeira or Sherry.”
“Sound woman,” said
Lord Hoxton, shifting on his pile of cushions and pressing his body against
Lady Crozier’s who was sat between him and her husband. At least it meant he was further away from
Daisy.
“Well, one afternoon
she said she would love to come and take tea with me at our house. I went into something of a panic. We had never entertained at home, due to the
mess George makes. The home Edmund and James
have visited recently is a transformation compared with what it was back
then. We had more furniture by then, yes, but
George refused to buy bookcases as he would rather spend the money on actual
books. These then were piled into
precarious looking towers all over the house. Up the stairs, along the landing
and worst of all, in the drawing room where the tottering towers rather had the
appearance of San Gimignano in Turscany.
I begged him to keep at least one room in the house clear of books but
he ignored me. One day I inadvertently
knocked a pile of books over and he was furious. I cowered in the corner as he fulminated at
me in his typical way. I thought he
might actually strike me!”
“I say! Bad show!” said Sir Gerald. “Shouldn’t hit a woman unless she wants it,
eh?” he looked over at his wife who raised an eyebrow at him.
“Well, in fact, he did
strike me! He picked me up, something he
is easily able to do, flung me over his knee, pulled down my drawers and
spanked me. Spanked me hard too. Several dozen strokes!”
“Goodness!” said
Daisy.
“But of course, about
half way through the process, we both realised we were enjoying it. I became, if you will forgive me, dripping
wet and I could feel George’s erect manhood pressing against my flank. He rolled me off his lap onto the floor so I
was face down on the rug, unbuttoned himself, parted my thighs and took me from
behind. Thrusting and thrusting and
thrusting with all his considerable might.
Like you and Molly after your return from Eton, we did not remove any
clothes. I pulled one foot out of my
drawers so as to be able to spread my legs but that was all. I came almost
immediately but George kept going. I
came again which was a new sensation for me.
Never had I climaxed twice in a row like that. Then George spent inside me and we collapsed
in a perspiring pile. That was the first
time George took me from the rear and after that it was our usual
position. I enjoyed it at first but
missed seeing his ugly face during copulation.
I enjoy watching my men’s faces as they climax. Am I being too graphic in my description,
Lord Hoxton?”
“Not at all Edith!”
replied Hoxton. “You are pitching it
perfectly. I confess that I am starting
to become erect once more!”
“He really is,” said
Lady Crozier, slipping her hand inside his dressing gown. I looked at Sir Gerald but he just smiled fondly at his wife. I confess that I was
in a similar state, as I could picture exactly what Edith’s nether regions
looked like with her thighs spread and her bottom presented. Although we had not performed in this
position I had watched Daisy penetrating Edith with her fingers as she sprawled
face down on the bed. I had dreamt then
of the opportunity to take her from behind.
“Anyway, I am losing
my thread. I had to agree to Edna coming
for tea but I had to move George’s books from the drawing room. I shifted all the furniture in the dining
room to one side and transferred every pile from the drawing room to there. Every book remained as it was in the
pile. Every pile arranged as it had been
in the other room. I even measured the
distance between each pile so that I could replace them precisely. This process took me a full day. A day of back breaking work followed by
another day of dusting and cleaning. I confess that at the end of the process
when I stood in my perfectly normal looking drawing room I burst into tears!”
“Poor Edith!” said Lady
Caroline, stroking her bare thigh..
Edith smiled at her.
“However,” continued
Edith “it was Edna’s subsequent visit which saved my sanity. She arrived with a large hamper from Fortnum’s
stuffed full of goodies and we had quite the picnic in the drawing room. We
drank a whole bottle of Madeira and it was at this point that she asked me when
George was coming back. I burst into
tears again and told her the whole story of my frustration and
listlessness. Well, she said that
Professor Somersby was away too, for extended periods but that she caressed
herself, thinking about him until she came.
Well, I had never heard of such a thing.
I had never done that. Sometimes
I became aroused thinking about George but I would just caress my breasts a
little. I did enjoy the feeling of a towel between my legs as I dried myself
but never thought to take it further.
Edna told me all about masturbation and said that when we met up again
for lunch the following day I was to have tried it and should tell her what I
thought!”
“And did you? Did you frig yourself?” asked Sarah. “I love frigging myself!” She demonstrated her hand action for us all.
“That’s enough,
dear,” said her mother. “Stop being so
distracting!”
“Well, I had a nice
hot bath that very evening,” said Edith.
“I was still quite inebriated, I think and I climbed into bed without
putting my nightdress on. It felt
wonderful to be naked under the sheets and I started to caress my breasts, then
down to my belly and then I cupped my sex.
It was already warm and wet. I
spent some time exploring my parts with my fingers and discovering all sorts of
lovely sensations.”
“Did you achieve your
climax?” asked Elizabeth, who had also started to caress her sex quite
openly. Britten shifted in his pile of cushions next to him and tried to pretend not to observe Elizabeth's hand disappearing inside her robe.
“Not that first
time. But I had done enough to satisfy
Edna! At lunch the next day she told me
to try to achieve a climax and told me to concentrate on rubbing my bud.”
“And did that work?”
asked Daisy.
“Nearly! It was only when I slipped my finger inside
at the same time that it happened. I was
delighted! It wasn’t the same as being
taken by George, of course, but it really helped deal with my frustration. I used to do it every night from then on!”
“I love doing it to
myself too!” said Emily. “Masturbating!”
she joined her sister and Elizabeth in caressing herself. To my horror, Daisy put her hand inside her robe as well, while continuing to stroke the general's leg. I thought about standing up and calling him out but I did not want to make a scene. I just simmered in anger, quietly.
“But how did you go
from frigging to deciding you needed a lover?” asked Daisy. That was precisely what I wondered too,
although I was not sure whether I would like the answer.
“That. dearest Daisy,
is a story for another day!” replied Edith.
“Ah, Edith, you are a
positive Scheherazade!” said Sir Gerald.
“Always keep them wanting for more!”
“That sentiment has
certainly stood me in good stead over the years!” said Lady Crozier.
“How about a story
from you, Lady Crozier?” said young Sarah.
“When did you discover about sex?”
“I think now might be
a good time for a break,” said Lady Caroline.
“Oh alright! I need to piss
too, mummy!” said Sarah, removing her fingers from her parts and licking them lasciviously while looking at me.
“Now Edmund why don’t
you fetch your drawing things and attempt a sketch or two!” suggested Lady Caroline. “Something you could use in our new magazine!”
“You can draw me,
masturbating!” said Sarah. “Again.” She
looked at Edith and smiled.
"Oh, I was planning something rather more participative!" said Lady Caroline.
"Oh, I was planning something rather more participative!" said Lady Caroline.
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