Chapter 28: “Many things are illegal but it doesn’t stop people doing them!”

The Rear Drawing Room at Hoxton Hall

Edmund Molloy, shortly before departing on an expedition to look for dinosaurs in South America, is attending the birthday party of another expedition member, Lord James Hoxton, at his house in Hampshire.  Also attending are Daisy, Molloy's new sweetheart; Edith, wife of expedition leader Professor Challenor with who Molloy has had a recent relationship; Lord Hoxton's lover, Lady Caroline and her two daughters Emily and Sarah; Sir Jonty Smarme MP and his daughter Elizabeth; General Sir Horace Wilkinson, a former lover of Daisy's; William Britten, Molloy's best friend and Sir Gerald Crozier (Britten's boss) and his wife, Daphne.  Despite being told that events would take a carnal turn Molloy is surprised at the alacrity with which previous strangers have engaged in intimate activity.  He himself has not only copulated with Daisy in front of the assembled company in the Turkish  Salon but, piqued by a fit of jealousy at seeing Daisy resume intimacy with the general, succumbed to an advance by Hoxton's lady butler, Sutton.

“The erect phallus is equally the most ridiculous and yet most magnificent sight in creation!” said Lady Caroline, grasping Hoxton and stroking him a couple of times.  “However, once they have spent they become sad, drooping things, do they not?”

“Mine don’t have the rampant elevation displayed by Britten and Molloy here these days, more’s the pity!” said Hoxton, who was, nevertheless starting to respond to Lady Caroline’s ministrations. "Still does the job though, what?" 

"I remember being quite alarmed when I first saw George's!" said Edith.  "I knew, I suppose, about then getting stiff from watching dogs but having thought about Greek statues I just assumed they increased in size a little.  It was the expansion in girth, I suppose, that was a surprise as much as the length, although that was a shock too!  I did wonder how on earth I was supposed to take it!"

"But you obviously managed!" said Lady Crozier.

"I was most surprised at my ability to stretch inside, although there was some initial pain, I confess," replied Edith.  "George was not delicate in his initial attack and an attack it very mush was.  I had to tell him to proceed more slowly and gently until I warmed up; a concept he did not, at first, really understand!"

"Such fun when you have got your man well trained, however!" said Lady Crozier, frigging her husband. Lady Caroline was still similarly engaged with Hoxton.  I realised that I was now quite inured to the sight of erect phalluses.  In fact, I confess that I was finding the sight of them rather arousing; not because I am in any way a nancy but because I realised that I liked to see that others were aroused.  Observing these libertarian people in their aroused state and fornicating happily had started to offset some of the concerns I had previously had about participating in the rest of the weekend's activities.  I just really wished Daisy, in particular, had not attended.  She seemed quite as aroused and libertarian as the others.  Indeed, she was sat on one of the cushions frigging herself as she watched Lady Caroline begin to gamahuche Hoxton, who patted her head like a lapdog. I caught Daisy's eye and she slipped a couple of fingers inside herself and grinned at me.  At least she seemed to be performing for my benefit, although I was aware of the general watching every lascivious move she made. I could feel myself getting engorged once more, remembering Daisy and my abandoned performance in front of everyone else earlier.  I do admit that the fact that we were the centre of attention and, no doubt, causing other's arousal had me performing, and it was just that, so enthusiastically. Sarah walked across the rug and squatted down next to me, slipping her hand inside my dressing gown. Her soft fingers clasped my manhood.  She looked over at Daisy who grinned at her. Sarah smiled back.

“You are nice and hard again, Mr Molloy.  Would you like me to suck it for you?” she asked.

“Sarah, I have told you that you are too young!” I said, trying to gently push her hand away.

“Sucking is not fucking!” she said.  “I may have sucked you already and you don’t even know!”   I realised that she could have well gamahuched me when I was blindfolded.  Surely a court would accept a plea of lack of action on my part, I mused as she caressed me. I had to take her wrist rather firmly and pull her arm up.  She made a face at me and moved over to squat in front of the general, who happily let her begin oral ministrations upon him.  He looked at Daisy as Sarah began, however.

“Don’t worry about her age Molloy!” said Hoxton.  “I have been buggering her for weeks, which is life imprisonment if I am caught!”

“It is life imprisonment for anyone doing that, the age of the buggaree is immaterial!” said Crozier.

“Is buggaree an actual word, Gerald?” asked Lady Crozier.

“Well if it isn’t it should be!” he said.

“Well there will be plenty of it going on tomorrow!” said Lady Caroline.  “Much of it committed by Judge Roland, I suspect, so there is no fear of being reported to the authorities!”

"He does enjoy a tight young arsehole, in particular!" said Hoxton, looking at Emily.

“Do you enjoy taking it up the arse, Edith?” asked Lady Crozier. 

“Oh! Well, I suppose I do enjoy being penetrated down there, with fingers.  I do it when caressing myself!” said Edith, smiling at me. “But no, I have not actually tried it!”

“To be honest it is best to have a man who does not possess too much girth,” said Lady Crozier.  “I suspect Edmund may provide more pain than pleasure!”

“I am happy to try him out for you!” laughed Lady Caroline. 

“James is the perfect buggerer, though,” said Lady Crozier.  “His slim cock just slides in like a piston.  “Dear Gerald has a slightly larger circumference and I need oil to assist a painless entry, unlike you Caroline!” 

“My arsehole is like the new Liverpool Street underground extension.  I’ve had so many cocks up it in the last thirty years you could easily drive an electric train inside!” laughed Lady Caroline.  "I became enamoured of the practice when I lived in Paris.  French gentlemen seem particularly keen on sodomy, as do French women!"

“Well, I don’t like the sound of it at all!” said Daisy.  “It’s an exit not an entrance!  Why would you take it up there, voluntarily?  What if the lady is full of, you know...?”

“Shit?” asked Lady Caroline.

"You can just pull it out with your finger!" said Emily and then blushed.  "I would imagine!"

"Only if it is a little pellet.  Not if it is a big squashy one!" added Sarah.

"If it is a little one you can just eat it!" said Emily.

"Oh!  What does it taste like?" asked Elizabeth.

"Like Camembert!" said Sarah.

"What sort of bear is that?" Elizabeth asked.  "I have never eaten bear but I think they do so in Canada!"

"It's not a bear!  It's a French cheese," replied Emily.  "It comes in a little round wooden box.  We get ours in Paxton & Whitfield in Jermyn Street.  It is close to James's set in Albany!"

"I am not sure about eating that!" said Elizabeth.

"Oh I like it.  It is soft and spreads on Bath Oliver biscuits!" said Emily.  "It is nice with celery and some salt!"

"No! I meant, well, you know.  Shit.  Sorry daddy," said Elizabeth.  Sir Jonty grinned.

"We like to lick it from each other's bumholes after we have shit ourselves, said Sarah.  "Much more fun than paper! James taught us that!"

"Nothing like the feeling of a delicate feminine tongue licking your shitty arsehole clean," said Hoxton.  "Finest feeling on earth.  Apart from taking the head off a camel with a two handed sword!"

"Why would you want to behead a camel?" asked Edith.

"Dinner.  Camel head is popular in parts of Africa!" said Hoxton.  Daisy wrinkled her face although at which practice I was not certain of.

“Well, if you are serious about being buggered, and do not have one of my daughters around to deal with any extraneous contents, then you are best to have an enema first," observed Lady Caroline.  "Do you have enemas, Daisy?  They seem to be falling out of favour with younger people.”

“No.  I don’t want anything shoved up my bottom!” said Daisy.

“You have never had an enema?” asked Edith.  “I like to have one, once in a while.  To flush everything out.  It actually feels rather nice!  Edna Somersby gives them very well.”  Edith and Edna's relationship was obviously much closer than I had imagined.  I wondered if they had ever... No, surely not!

“You do sound like a prime candidate for a good buggering, Edith!” said Lady Crozier.

“I was just thinking that.  I suppose I have no need, as I cannot have children.  Gentlemen,” she patted Sir Jonty’s thigh, “can just spend inside me quite safely at all times! No accouchement will result.”

“You talk as if it was an alternative,” said Daisy. “Why should that be?”

“Of course it is dear," said Lady Caroline.  "For many women who want to be fully intimate but don’t want to have children. They are not married, perhaps, or they cannot afford Gerald’s rubbers.  It is very common with Catholics, is that not the case Mr Molloy?”   

"I, uh, really don't know!" I said, already wondering what it would feel like to bugger a woman.

"It's also excellent if you have a girl with a comely body but whose face ain't up to snuff.  Have her face down with her arse in the air!  Like a gel I had in Algiers, once.  I swear she had a mustache but her pussy was as smooth as silk, as the Mohammadan women always are, and her arse was a wonder of nature!" said Hoxton.

"I reserve the dog position for my husband alone," said Edith.

“You do not have to take it from the rear, Edith. Just have him get on top and pull your knees up, as Daisy did earlier," said Caroline.  "The alternate target is only an inch away!”

“But you said it is illegal!” said Daisy.

“Many things are illegal but it doesn’t stop people doing them!” said Hoxton.  Like incest, I thought.

“The other thing, of course, as we are discussing it, is that you can take two gentlemen on at the same time.  One up the front and one up the rear!” said Lady Crozier.  "It is a singularly enjoyable experience!"

“Oh!” said Edith.  “That does sound tempting!”  She looked at me and then Britten, much to my discomfort.

“I think that during our little harem tomorrow we should all get enemas!” said Lady Caroline.  “Then we will be prepared for anything or anyone who takes our fancy later!”

“That sounds like a fine idea!” said Edith. 

“Not for me, thank you!” said Daisy. 

“Oh there is something else I am planning for you to do tomorrow, Daisy!” said Lady Caroline.  “Something I think you will enjoy!  You will be part of the entertainment in a little tableau!”

“As long as it doesn’t involve my bottom hole, I am game!” she said.

“She’s a game girl!” said Edith.

“That she has proved by so entertainingly being taken on these cushions!” said Lady Crozier.

“Now talking of cushions, I want to rearrange them!” said Daisy.  “Sarah and Emily help me build a big pile in the centre of the rug here.  Like a bed!   The rest of you move up to sit at one end, next to James.”  I was sat at the opposite end of the circle of cushions.  The three girls started to build a low bed in what had been the centre of the circle.  The rest of us had to move and sit closer together. I positioned myself at one end of the group with the taut , naked form of Lady Crozier sat close against my right side. She put her arm around me, rather to my discomfort, although given the close observation Crozier was giving to Daisy perhaps my concerns as to what Sir Gerald might think were dissipated. 

“Edmund, I think you should make another drawing shortly!” said Emily. "It will be an excellent subject!"  I stood up, briefly, and picked up my drawing materials.  Daisy and Emily started to drag a large, six feet tall, iron candelabra across the room.  I assumed it was Turkish although it seemed rather out of scale for the room.

“Do you need help, girls?” asked the general.

“No!  We are quite capable, thank you!” said Daisy, briskly.

“I do enjoy the sight of naked girls indulging in manual tasks!” said Hoxton, looking at Emily’s bottom as she bent down to position some cushions up against the base of the iron candelabra. “Finest feeling on earth!  Apart from shooting a twenty foot saltwater crocodile in northern Australia!”

“The estuarine crocodile,” said Edith  “Crocodylus porosus.  The biggest reptile on the planet! Very large examples in New Guinea too.”  Hoxton looked at her with an expression of surprise. “George is very interested in crocodilians,” she explained.  "They help to inform his study of dinosauria."

“If we discover dinosaurs, your crocodiles' status as the world’s largest reptiles may well be over!” I pointed out, looking at Daisy, or rather her posterior, with delight as she knelt next to the new bed of cushions the girls had constructed.  That narrow waist, flaring out to that sumptuous heart shaped bottom.  She was rooting around in a bag I had seen earlier.  Her tight little arsehole appeared to wink at me as she leant forward a little.  How I would enjoy driving my cock up it!  Although, given her earlier protestations, this seemed most unlikely.

“And wouldn’t George love that!” said Edith.  Daisy stood up and turned to Elizabeth who was sat next to her father once more.

“Elizabeth come here!  We are going to demonstrate the pleasures of Sappho upon you!”

“Superb!” mumbled the general.

“Daddy?” she asked turning to her father.  Sarah popped off him, leaving his manhood slick with her saliva.

“Enjoy yourself, my darling!” Sir Jonty said. She stood up and stepped towards Daisy.

“I am going to bind you, as your father suggested.  It will magnify the sensations of the experience.  It will not hurt!” said Daisy, holding the thin rope she had taken from the bag.  It was the same that we men had been bound with earlier

"I do not mind a little pain," said Elizabeth, smiling at her father.

“We should blindfold her as well,” suggested Emily.

“What an excellent idea!” said Daisy.  Elizabeth stood there, smiling while Daisy tied the redhead’s wrists together, this time in front of her body, not behind, as she had done with the men, earlier.  Emily put the blindfold on her. “Bend forward a little, Elizabeth!” said Daisy.

“Are you going to beat me?” she asked, leaning forward, slightly.

“No.  I am going to do this!” said Daisy, taking Elizabeth’s chin in her hand and kissing her, tenderly.  It didn’t take Elizabeth long to respond and soon the pair were kissing passionately, in front of us; Daisy running her hands over Elizabeth's back and bottom.

“Never get tired of watching that!” said Sir Gerald.

“So soft!  So nice!” said Elizabeth, as Daisy broke away.  Daisy stepped to one side and Emily took her place, pulling her in close by clasping the redhead’s bottom. After Sarah had taken her turn the three girls kissed all parts of Elizabeth’s body, moving around her and darting in and out like birds around a bag of feed.  Daisy kissed one of Elizabeth’s nipples and elicited a small gasp.  Sarah planted a brief kiss on her golden, coppery moss.  Soft female hands started to stroke her skin and slowly the three girls lowered her onto the bed of cushions, her feet towards the rest of us. Daisy tied the end of the rope binding Elizabeth's wrists to the base of the iron candelabra, so her arms were stretched behind her head, revealing the sparse reddish blonde curls in her armpits.  Daisy began to lick an armpit, to giggles from Elizabeth.  Sarah was suckling on Elizabeth’s breasts and Emily was kissing her hip bones and thighs before slowly pushing the redhead’s thighs apart to reveal a glistening, pink sex, nestled amongst her red-gold intimate hair.

“Hasn’t my Elizabeth got a lovely cunny?” said Sir Jonty, taking the utterances of a proud father down a most peculiar route.

“She really has...” I muttered, almost to myself.  I wanted to start my drawing of them but the girls were romping about like puppies. 

“Girls, you need to adopt one position so Edmund can begin his drawing!” said Lady Caroline, who was still stroking Hoxton’s now fully tumescent manhood.

“Alright mummy!" said Emily.  "Elizabeth open your legs as wide as you can!” said Emily.  Elizabeth spread her long legs revealing well defined sartorious muscles in her inner thighs.

“What a flexible girl!” said Britten.  I looked over at him.  He was sat next to Edith who was massaging his manhood with her right hand while doing the same with her left to Sir Jonty.  She caught my eye and grinned.  I looked back at the four girls and Emily and Sarah had settled on their knees between Elizabeth’s spread legs.  They were obviously gamahuching her together.  I started to set to work with a sanguine pencil, starting at the sister’s arseholes which I put in the centre of the composition.

“What splendid daughters you have,” said the general, caressing his manhood. to my distaste.

“They are rather superb,” agreed Lady Caroline.  “We will flip a coin later so you can see which one you have first!  Up the arse, perhaps,  But not tonight!  They need to go to bed after this!”   Although, Sarah and Caroline were largely motionless, Elizabeth’s legs were up and down like the arms of a lifting bridge.  She was moaning and gasping as the two sisters assaulted her cunny.

“Keep your legs still, darling!” called out Sir Jonty.  “Edmund needs to draw you!”

“Damn it all!” cursed Elizabeth, as the two sisters carried on gamahuching her, their ebony hair spread over Elizabeth's pale hips.   "Sorry, daddy!"  She did, then, control her legs somewhat.  I began to sketch in her long limbs.  Daisy, who to this point had been kneeling to one side of the trio and stroking their skin, stood up and knelt over Elizabeth’s shoulders, facing us, presenting her nether regions to the redhead’s blindfolded face.  “Oh!  What can I smell?” said Elizabeth.

“Wet cunt!” said Daisy and settled on the girl’s face.

“Mmm, mmm!” mumbled Elizabeth.   I added Daisy to my drawing as she wriggled on the redhead’s face.

“Such lovely cushions!” muttered the general, watching Daisy’s bubbies swinging as she ground her hips.  I had moved up to sit on the hexagonal table, when I started drawing, from where my elevated viewpoint enabled me to include all the lascivious action in front of me.  The sisters' superb arses, Elizabeth’s bubbies and even her tongue flicking into Daisy’s parts.

“Oh God!” yelled Daisy.  “Are you certain that you haven’t done this before?”  The four girls continued in their tableau.  Eventually I stopped drawing.  I was done.  So was Elizabeth from the sound of her groaning from between Daisy’s thighs.

“Have you finished drawing, Edmund?” asked Lady Caroline.

“Indeed so!” I said,  Daisy was looking straight at me a huge beam upon her face.  She stood up and came over to look at my drawing.

"One for your magazine, Sir Gerald!" said Daisy.  It was generally admired.

"You must do me one of Elizabeth on her own," said Sir Jonty.  "Perhaps caressing herself!"

I looked over at Elizabeth who was being kissed by Sarah.

"You taste of Daisy cunt!" Sarah laughed.  

"Roll her onto her tummy!" said Emily.  Elizabeth, with a little help, complied.  Daisy suggested she kneel and then lean her body forward over her thighs, the effect being to present her nether regions to the rest of us.  Emily began to kiss Elizabeth's bottom.  Sarah and Daisy knelt back and watched her, rather than joining in, as I thought they might.  Emily, having covered Elizabeth's ivory posterior with kisses was now licking and stroking it.  She gradually got closer and closer to Elizabeth's arsehole.

"Oh!" sighed Elizabeth, as Emily kissed her anus.  Emily then set to with her tongue, probing at her sphincter. Emily pulled the other girl's cheeks apart so that the redhead's anus opened slightly allowing the tip of Emily's tongue to actually penetrate her hole.

"Superb!" muttered Sir Gerald, as Emily inserted two fingers into Elizabeth's cunny, as she continued lapping away at her fundament. Before long, Emily had the tip of her tongue thrusting in and out of Elizabeth's bottom hole as she penetrated her pussy with no less than three fingers. 

"Oh daddy!" cried Elizabeth. “Aaaaaaah!” she squealed  and a gush of fluid shot from her parts and was splashed all over Emily’s rapidly moving hand. “Oh daddy, oh daddy!” she cried again, as Emily extracted her fingers, licked them and stood up. Daisy undid Elizabeth’s bonds and Emily sat and cradled her to her bosom, kissing her head.  She looked up at Emily, kissed her on the lips and declared she adored Sapphic pleasure. They sat quietly together and I started another drawing of them, for my own collection, of the two lovely young women, in repose.

Emily and Elizabeth's performance had reivigourated the others and soon they were all copulating furiously with each other.  The general took Sarah from behind, on her knees. Britten had Edith bouncing on his lap while Lady Caroline and Lady Crozier were licking Sir Jonty’s member.  Hoxton and Sir Gerald knelt behind Lady Crozier and Lady Caroline, resepectively, and penetrated each other's women together.  Edith looked over at me and grinned.  I couldn’t believe the alacrity my best friend was displaying in copulating with my former lover. 

I started to feel overcome again by the salaciousness of the scene and stood up and left the room, desiring another cognac from Lord Hoxton’s sideboard.  I hoped I would bump into Sutton again but there was no sign of her, sadly.  No doubt she had gone to bed.  My manhood started to grow again at the thought of her in bed, perhaps frigging herself as she recalled our ardent rutting.   I entered the drawing room at the rear of the house (I later learned that it was called the Rear Drawing Room, with great originality), once more.  I poured myself a glass of the superb Cognac and hoped Lord Hoxton wouldn’t mind too much.  The fire was dying down so I put another log or two on it and used the bellows to get the flames catching again.  I squatted in front of the fire and caressed myself, still thinking about Sally Sutton.

“If you get cinders on your cock you will know about it!” said Daisy.  She came and squatted down next to me and wrapped her fingers around my manhood.  “Thinking about me?” she asked, starting to rub her fingers back and forth upon it.

“Always!” I lied.  She pulled the fireguard over the fire and pushed me down onto the Persian rug in front of the fire.  She mounted me quickly but lay on me, rather than sitting upright, working her hips slowly and gently so we could kiss.

“I do love you, you know,” she said.  “Despite what you may think!  I am not going to leave you! I still adore you but this is a particular chance for me to let loose and experience varied sensual pleasures before, I hope, we plan a life together!”  My heart soared at this statement. 

“A life together with you is all that I could hope for!” I whispered back, starting to thrust back against her. She smiled at me and kissed me, tenderly.  

“Oh, Edmund, you have made me so happy!” said Daisy.  “I love you so much!”  She gave me one of her most heart melting smiles.  “That doesn’t mean I am not going to get Daphne to lick my parts and give Lord Hoxton a thank-you one for his birthday!” she grinned.

“I love you too, my very dearest Daisy but I think that, going forward I need to introduce physical chastisement to our relationship to deal with your more outrageous actions!” I said.

“You’re making me even wetter!” she said. I could feel her discharging over my ballocks.

“So I am!” I grinned.

“So every time I am naughty you are going to spank me?” she said.

“Indeed.  Maybe I should get a riding whip as well!” I said, thinking of Sarah’s pink, quivering bottom that morning.

“It will just make me more naughty!” she smiled.

“Daisy you need to get off me. I’m about to spend again!”  

“Bugger! I should have brought a rubber!" she reached down and pulled me out of her just before my ballocks convulsed, although I imagined I emitted very little in the way of semen.  Daisy had surely drained me today. We lay still and kissed occasionally.

“Ah there you are!” said Lady Caroline, appearing next to us, while we still lay by the fire.   “We all wondered where you had disappeared to.  Edith said you would be fucking, although I am impressed by your powers of recovery, Edmund!  What a very virile young man you are.  I do hope, Daisy, that you will let me experience your lovely, virile, throbbing young man tomorrow!”

“Of course!" said Daisy, standing up. "Provided I can watch you!"

“And join in. I hope!” said Lady Caroline. 

“Indeed so!” said Daisy.  I stood up too.  

“Let us have a hug the three of us," said Lady Caroline.  "I really hope that we will become firm friends over the next few weeks on our sea voyage.  I am so glad to be joining you on the liner next week!”

“It will be lovely!  We can drain Edmund’s balls every day!” laughed Daisy. "If James lets us!" We stood with our naked bodies pressed against each other.  Lady Caroline kissed Daisy passionately and then turned her attention to me.  She was certainly a fine kisser.  Before my recent introduction to the intimate world of passion I had believed that a kiss was a kiss.  I now knew that some women carried a magic on their lips and tongues that I had not imagined.  Lady Caroline, Daisy and Edith were some of those women.  Agnes, I realised, was not. I enjoyed Daisy and Lady Caroline’s soft bosoms pressed against me and I stroked their bottoms as we kissed some more.  My manhood twitched in pleasure.

“Good God, Edmund! You are a priapic wonder!” said Lady Caroline.   “Poor James, I am afraid to say, is somewhat past his best, as will be most of the gentlemen here this weekend.  Your vigour is going to be in demand, indeed!  If young Daisy here does not mind.”

“I am excited to watch Edmund take other women!” said Daisy  “I enjoy watching him take Edith.  His big, curved cock sliding in and out of her wet parts!  I think he wants Sutton, the butler!”

“If I may make a suggestion, if you must insist on delving into any of the staff, then I would suggest young Ruby.  She is a base slut of the most uninhibited kind.  Although James claims he never touches his staff I know that he lets Ruby entertain some of his gentlemen visitors and they all speak very highly of her!”

“She is very pretty,” I observed.

“And Irish, like you, my love!  Oh you simply must have her!” said Daisy.  I was not sure why Daisy seemed so keen on me having other women, unless she felt it gave her carte blanche to have other men.  She had already fellated (at least) the general and had declared her intention to let Hoxton have her.  I let the women return to the Turkish Salon and entered the small water closet in the corridor, ignoring Lady Caroline’s imprecations to use the pot.

“Perhaps you would enjoy pissing on my titties!” she said, cupping her magnificent mounds. I turned down this outrageous suggestion and stood and relieved myself in privacy, while trying to make sense of everything that had happened.  The Champagne had engendered a general sense of well-being and I had, I admit, despite my earlier reservations, started to enjoy the outrageous sexual debauchery, although I could certainly have done without the presence of General Horace Wilkinson, who hovered over the occasion like an unpleasant spectre from the past. I felt a twinge of guilt about Sutton but both Daisy and Edith seemed determined to try all the opportunities that presented themselves.  In a way, I was not surprised about Daisy, despite her welcome declarations of love but Edith?  To offer herself to a man she had just met at the withdrawal of a slip of paper from a hat and then to openly copulate with him in front of the man’s daughter had shocked me to the core. Perhaps even more than Sir Jonty’s confession of incestuous behavior with Elizabeth.

Oddly, despite Daisy’s wanton behavior, I confess that I was feeling increasingly close to her and not just because of her engagingly passionate behaviour.  Deep in the back of my mind was this thought that perhaps she might make a superb wife. Presumably, she knew how to cook, clean and iron, as she lived alone. Adding in her voracious sexual appetite, she seemed perfect.  Perhaps I should try and persuade her to leave the house in the morning before the principal event started.  If it was to be a larger version of what I had just experienced then it could be a complete free for all.  She had had her naughty fun. I had acquiesced  to her gamahuching the general without argument or challenge,  Yes,  I would ask her to leave.  I would demand it. Time to return to London! 

Daisy was squatting over the pot when I re-entered the Turkish Salon while Lord Hoxton watched her intently.   Daisy was looking down at her parts. 

“Oh!  I’ve dribbled a little!  Do you have some paper?” she asked.

“We don’t need paper, my dear!” said Lady Crozier who pushed Daisy onto her back onto the now rather collapsed pile of cushions in the middle of the rug.  Lady Crozier was tall, perhaps five foot eight, with breasts which had a pleasing deep saucer shape with thrusting nipples but without the fullness of Daisy’s fine globes. Her hips were slim and boyish and she had a muscular looking toned bottom which was now flexing delightfully as she positioned herself between Daisy’s thighs.   Her long blonde hair was now spread across Daisy’s hips, like a golden scarf, as she started to lick Daisy’s inner thighs and then her sex.

“There is nothing like the excitement one gets when watching the first time two women do it together,” said Hoxton.  “Finest feeling on earth!  Apart from catching your first trout in the Test!”  

Lady Crozier was lapping away noisily at Daisy’ parts and squeezing her bosoms. Lady Crozier’s taut bottom was positioned towards me and I stood there to observe her blonde fleeced fig and her ring shaped anus.  I realised that Sir Gerald was watching me watching his wife.

“Your wife has a lovely behind, Sir Gerald!” I said, unable to keep my eyes off it.

“Thanks, my lad. You are a connoisseur of arses, obviously, given your Daisy’s splendid posterior and Edith’s pliant rump!  Daphne keeps in good shape. We both espouse a healthy lifestyle. Lots of tennis, walking, swimming and cycling.  In the summer we enjoy al fresco fucks, so often cycle off into the country looking for a nice quiet place to do it.  Never know where we might end up!”  It had never occurred to me that people copulated outside. There might be a risk of discovery.  Perhaps that was part of the appeal.

“That sounds fun!” I said as Daisy started to gasp as Lady Crozier attacked her sex with vigour.  I supposed that perhaps Daisy had not spent earlier in the rear drawing room. She did now though, grabbing Lady Crozeir’s shoulders and stiffening her legs.

“Ooh!  That was lovely!” said Daisy after a while.  “Just really, really lovely!”

“Salty but delicious!” said Lady Crozier, sitting up, when she had finished.  “Well you certainly get deliciously wet, my dear.  Goodness what a torrent!”. She wiped her mouth and glistening chin.  Daisy, lay back in the pillows her legs spread and her hands behind her head revealing the fluff under her arms.

“Good God, Daisy, you are a finely wrought creature!” offered Sir Jonty.  Oddly, now, I didn’t mind him offering the complement, which I would have done if it was the general.

“Now, after that unexpected treat it really is time for you girls to go to bed!” said Lady Caroline to her daughters, who had been frigging each other while Lady Crozier gamahuched Daisy.

“Oh mummy!  Can’t we stay up just another half hour?” said Sarah.  “Edmund must be stiff as a pole after that exciting show!   I could suck his cock.  Perhaps for the second time!” she winked at me.

“In fact I am not, as Daisy just emptied my ballocks once more!” I said, trying not to smirk at the general but failing.

“You should have done it in here again!” said Emily.

“People can do it when and where they like on my birthday,” said Lord Hoxton.  “Not everything has to be a performance.  We will have plenty of those tomorrow!”

“I have arranged several birthday ones for you tomorrow, James!” said Lady Caroline. “I am hoping Daisy may participate in one!”

“How intriguing!” Hoxton said. “We have a number of, how can I explain, more formal carnal performances on the Saturday.  Usually by the Babylon girls but sometimes the guests participate!”  I had no intention of performing with Daisy in front of fifty people, I decided. That really would be going too far.  Hopefully, the number of people would enable me to become more of an observer than a participant.  This would be aided by my new role as illustrator of the Babylon Exploration Society's new magazine

 “Now, girls, off you go!” said Lady Caroline.  “You may kiss everyone good night!”  Sarah and Emily dutifully made the rounds, kissing in rather a more salacious way than their mother no doubt intended.

“Good night, William,” said Emily.  “I did enjoy riding your cock! Perhaps we can do it again tomorrow!”

“Perhaps we can, dearest Emily.  Sweet dreams!” said Britten.

“I will dream of your cock rubbing up the inside of my hot cunt!” said Emily.

“You are a very naughty girl!” he said.

“I expect I’ll need a spank tomorrow!  You didn’t see Sarah get hers today, did you, William?  Spanked and then buggered!  I felt left out!” she waved and came over to me.  “Goodnight Mr Molloy.  I want to ride you too tomorrow, if Daisy will allow!”

“Of course!” laughed Daisy.

“Rather too much riding by the women going on!” ventured Hoxton.  “Face down with their arses in the air.  That is how it should be.  As young Molloy so vigourously demonstrated earlier!”

“I do wonder, James,” began Crozier, “how it is that chaps like us, successful, well thought of and strong and I include you two in this now, Molloy and Britten, have managed to end up with such damn independent, opinionated, argumentative Suffragette women.  “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a little woman who attended to your every need, never argued and did what you told her?”

“Strong men attract strong women, Sir Gerald” said Edith. “And strong women, I would venture, make better lovers!  Would you really want some yes sir, no sir, simpering creature who can’t look you in the eyes and lies there like an inert salmon on a fishmonger’s slab when you fuck her?”

“You have a point, dear Edith!” said Hoxton. “And delightfully put!” he chortled.

“It might be nice for a while though!” said Crozier, wistfully. Daphne Crozier poked him in the stomach and sat down in front of him. 

“Ow!  Point very well taken!” said Crozier.  Edith leant forward and kissed Daphne, who was now sat at her husband’s feet. Edith’s breasts swung forward, delightfully, as she did so.

“Edith, might I just observe at this point how delightful your splendid upper works are,” said Sir Jonty.

“I am glad that you like them, Jonty!” said Edith, cupping and squeezing them.  “They bring me great pleasure!”

“They bring Edmund great pleasure too!” said Daisy.  “And me!”

“May I?” asked Sir Gerald. 

“Please do!” said Edith.  Sir Gerald lifted and caressed them, gently.  “They are not what they were.  When I was young I was like Daisy, although not as large, but they were pert and thrusting!  Unfortunately, in those days I had no-one to appreciate them!”

“Well they are appreciated now!” said Hoxton. He leant forward and Crozier moved his hand so Hoxton could kiss Edith’s breast.  Sir Gerald twisted sideways and soon both were sucking on her nipples.  Edith put her hands on their heads.

“Lovely!” she sighed.

“Isn’t it amusing how successful, well thought of and strong men go back to being suckling babies whenever they see a nice pair of bubbies!” said Daisy.

“It is a primal thing, I am sure.  No doubt George would have some theory about it!” said Edith. “Now let Sir Jonty and the general have a turn!”

“I thought you would never ask, Edith!” said the general. I could see me having to lay him out at some point over the weekend.   Sir Jonty and the general sucked and licked away in delight while.Edith massaged both their cocks as they did so.

“Come and try mine!” said Daisy to Hoxton and Crozier.  At least it wasn’t the general, I thought.  After a few sensual minutes of this, Sir Gerald pulled off.  “Coming up for air, Sir Gerald?”  asked Daisy.

“It is just if I keep at it I am liable to spend!” he said.  Daisy laughed. "I wouldn't mind at all!

 “Well gentleman as you all obviously find our breasts so stimulating perhaps you had all best stop for a rest!” said Edith. "We may require you to retain your stiffness for the immediate future!"  The others, I was glad to see pulled off Daisy too. “So how do they compare, James?  I am sure you have sucked many pairs in your life!”

“Thousands!” said Hoxton.

“Thousands?  Really?” asked Daisy.  “You have been with that many women?” Her breasts were slick with saliva I noticed.

“Indeed.  I note them all down in journals.  Edmund is going to help me prepare some stories for publication.  A publisher of erotic books will be attending tomorrow!”

“What fun!” said Daisy.

“Anyway, I cannot make a comparison!  You are both superb!” said Hoxton.

“Well, I cannot comment either.  Perhaps I need more time to form an opinion!” said Sir Gerald.

“I have not had the pleasure of Daisy’s!” said Britten, “and looking at Molloy’s face I don’t think now is the time to have a go!”

“Well, Edmund will judge, as he has the most experience of squeezing kissing and suckling them!” said Edith.  I was reminded of the Judgement of Paris. A scenario which did not end well for the Trojan prince.

“Well, this is a matter that needs careful handling, like the objects in question.”  To avoid offending one or the other or both, I thought, I needed to be very careful.   “It is, of course, invidious to make comparisons between different but equally high quality things, I feel.  Is a Degas nude finer than a Renoir?  Or a Bonnard?  Michelangelo or Da Vinci?  Beethoven or Mozart?  St Paul’s or Westminster Abbey?  How can you decide between different but equally wonderful objects?   Edith’s breasts are soft, yielding and pliant.  When she is on all fours they hang down like large, succulent fruits, swinging like wonderful bells. Their thrusting nipples are like soft thimbles that you can flick with your tongue and nip with your teeth. Daisy’s are firm and high.  Squeezable, gorgeous hemispheres jutting so assertively from her chest.   Tipped by those pale pink, suckable teats, like delicious strawberries.

“You do think about breasts a lot, don’t you?” smiled Edith.

“Two pairs above all!” I said.

“That, was a very good answer!  Except now I want to lick Edith’s bubbies!” said Daisy.

“Don’t mind us,” said Britten.  “Lick away!”

“On your back!” said Edith to Daisy.  We all watched entranced as Edith knelt on all fours above Daisy who caressed and suckled at Edith’s pendulous breasts.

“Than you for inviting me to your birthday party, Lord Hoxton,” said Britten. “I haven’t enjoyed myself so much since...well, ever!”

“A pleasure, my boy!” said Hoxton.  Unable to take his eyes off the two women as they caressed, kissed and licked each other’s breasts, rolling around on the cushions so one, then the other was on top. Eventually, as if by unspoken agreement the two women stopped moving and lay in an inert heap of succulent flesh on the cushions, kissing occasionally.  I picked up my drawing materials and set too once more.

I was very pleased with the resulting work and decided to keep it for myself, as a reminder of two passionate and beautiful women who had much enhanced my life in recent weeks. Elizabeth, who was leaning against Hoxton, let out a loud yawn to everyone's amusement.

“I think you should go up too now Elizabeth!” said Sir Jonty.  “You have had a long journey and you are pale enough as it is.  You might look like a ghost tomorrow with insufficient sleep!”

“Of course, dear daddy!” she crossed over to him and kissed him most inappropriately.  She then did the same for the rest of us. She kissed me, particularly wetly, before leaving the room.

“You are going to be a busy boy tomorrow!” laughed Daisy.

“And now, I have a special treat.  A grown up treat!” said Lady Caroline,  She went over to one of the tables at the edge of the room and picked up a small snuff box.

“What  a pretty box!” said Daisy, sitting up.

“Just what I was thinking,” said the general, who had been staring at the apex of Daisy’s spread thighs. Daisy wagged her finger at him in admonishment.

“Yes.  It’s German!” Lady Caroline said, showing us.  The lid had a delicate enamel of two naked women in the soixante-neuf position.

“Ooh snuff!” said Daisy.  “I used to take it with my uncle after we had done it!” said Daisy.

“Not quite snuff, Daisy,” said Lady Caroline  "Just take the tiniest pinch.  Very, very small!”  I watched as Daisy sniffed a pinch from the snuff box and Lady Caroline took some too.

“Jesus Christ!  What is that?  Powerful stuff!” said Daisy.

“It’s cocaine, Daisy,” said Lady Caroline.  “It’s rather addictive but splendid in occasional small doses.  Dr Sigmund Freud recommended it.  I was introduced to it by Sarah Bernhardt in Paris twenty years ago!  Daphne?”

“Oh, just a tiny sniff!” she said.

“Edith?” asked Lady Caroline. I was certain that Edith would turn it down.

“Well, I am not a great follower of Dr Freud and his views on feminine sexuality, so his recommendations hold no great weight with me but alright.  Thank you.  Haven’t had it since Edna gave me some a few years ago!”

“Mrs Somersby gave you cocaine?” I asked, dumbfounded. 

“Edna does like her intoxicants!” said Edith, sniffing it from her forefinger.  “Ooh!  Lovely!”

“I am shocked, Edith!” I said.

“You should try it!” said Edith.

“I don’t think so.  Medical opinion has turned against its use,” I said.  “I am happy with Champagne!”

“Ah but cocaine is like drinking the finest Champagne mixed with absinthe and having it pissed straight into your mouth by the Goddess Aphrodite!” said Lady Caroline.

“An amusing simile my dear!” said Hoxton, who also took some. Sir Jonty demurred and I thought better of him for it. The general and Lord Crozier also had some.

“William?” asked Lady Caroline. “It makes you very virile!”

“You make me very virile, Lady Caroline!” said Britten, nonetheless taking some too. 

“You saucy bugger!” said Hoxton.  “There I was thinking I would have to watch out for Molloy and here you are flirting with Caroline!” He slapped him on the back. “There are no girlfriends, mistresses or wives this weekend!  If she wants you then plunge away, my friend!”

This became apparent as the inhabitants of the Turkish Salon gradually joined each other on the collapsed pile of cushions in the centre of the room.  All were indulging in kissing, and intimate caressing. Men and women all contacting each other’s bodies with no apparent thought as to who was who.  I watched in horror as Sir Gerald Crozier clasped Britten’s erect manhood and guided him into his wife’s cunny.

“That’s a good fat cock you have there, young Britten.  Need lusty, virile men in the company,” said Crozier.  “Can’t stand insipid, mealy, chaps with no go! Why don’t you join us for a quartet tomorrow?  Perhaps with Edith!” Crozier patted Edith’s bottom and then licked her sphincter even while she was gamahuching the general.  Britten showed no shock at Sir Gerald’s touch. I would have jumped two yards in the same circumstances!  But then Britten had been to Winchester.  Did he have experience of boys when he was there?  Crozier moved in to kiss his wife while Daisy caressed Britten’s ballocks.  I glared at her but she ignored me and started to lick his stones.

“I’d be very happy to join in!” said Edith, continuing to frig the general.

“Splendid!” said Sir Gerald, thankfully letting go of Britten’s manhood at last.

It was this final casual perversion, as I saw it, that sent me, my mind reeling, once again, to bed.  I was tired, intoxicated and quite beyond any further carnal performance.  I left the room and my departure wasn’t even noticed by the writhing mass of flesh in the centre of the salon.  I felt sick.  I admit that the amount of nocturnal sexual activity I had been indulging in over the last few weeks had seen me getting progressively more tired. I was looking forward to a nice restful sea voyage.  I was now unhappy about the presence of Lady Caroline and her wanton daughters.  I realised that I wanted Daisy to myself for some time, to get to know her properly.

I had had far too much Champagne but when I found my way to the bedroom I was grateful that someone had left a large jug of drinking water and glasses out on the dresser.  Sutton, I assumed.  Had I really just had a woman I had only just met and had barely spoken with?  Or had she, more accurately, had me?  I suppose that she initiated the encounter but I did nothing to resist her advances. I pulled off my clothes and opened the night stand to find a jug of warm water.  I poured it into the bowl on top of the stand, washed myself cursorily and dropped into the large four poster bed naked. I awoke once in the night needing to relieve myself.  The room was dark but a chink of light between the curtains enabled me to locate the pot at the bottom of the night stand.  I endeavoured to be as quiet as I could and crept carefully back into bed.  I gingerly reached across the sheets and felt a warm body.  I could not see who it was but hoped it was either Daisy or Edith.  I did not want to think about where else she might be if it was not Daisy. Still intoxicated from the Champagne and Cognac and shocked to the core by what I had heard, seen and done myself, I drifted off into a restless, troubled sleep.