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.
"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.
"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.”
"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!”
"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.
“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.
"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.
"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!”
“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.
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!”
“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.
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