Chapter 17: “If I sat on the floor and took my stockings off?”

Klapp Tropical camera

Journalist Edmund Molloy has asked his newspaper's photographer, Smaile, to obtain some cameras for him for an expedition to South America to look for dinosaurs. Part of Smaile's price was a photographic session with the beautiful expedition clerk Daisy Thompson, who has just spent the night with Molloy, after a three way encounter including Edith, the expedition leader's wife.


The next morning I woke to find Daisy’s sweet face gazing at me from the adjoining pillow. 

“Hello!” she said and kissed me.

“Hello, lovely Daisy!” I said.

“I’m glad you are awake as I need to piddle and didn’t want to wake you by getting out of bed!” she said.

“You should have done.  No need to make yourself uncomfortable!” She hopped out and took the pot from the nightstand.  She sat in full view once more, rather than concealing herself behind the screen. I watched her, leaning over the edge of the bed.  She grinned at me when she had finished, as she wiped herself between her legs.

“Your turn!” Daisy then watched me perform, attentively. We hopped straight back into bed afterwards.  Daisy kicked the blankets down with her feet, despite it not being that warm in the room, and slipped between my legs so she could start sucking me, as I had become erect as soon as I finished pissing, just thinking about the lovely naked girl in bed. I stroked her head and thought about my different prospects for the future.  Edith, of course, was married and twenty years older than I was.  Agnes had thrown me over and I suspected that even taking part in the expedition wouldn’t materially change her opinion of me.  But Daisy.  Daisy was perfect.  So sweet, yet so uninhibited.  Could Daisy really be my sweetheart, in reality, rather than just in her decoy role for the press?  More than that, perhaps, eventually. Would she even want to be?  Or was I just another penis for her entertainment?  She seemed quite experienced for a girl of her age.

“Kiss!” I said.  She popped off me but continued to stroke me with her hand as she wriggled up my chest and kissed me on the lips.  Her mouth was so wet and soft.  I felt her guide me inside her and then she started to rotate her hips over me.  She sat up and looked down at me, smiling, as she slowly undulated over me.  I reached up and gently grabbed her soft globes.

Mmmn!” she sighed. We continued like that for some minutes stroking and kissing and fucking.

“I’m going to come!” I warned her.  She hopped off me but slipped her mouth over my knob as I came.

“Spunk for breakfast!” she said licking her lips and laughing.

“Do you know?  I fancy bacon and eggs, toast and marmalade and tea for breakfast!” I said.

“How?” she said.

“Daisy, we’re in an hotel!”

“Oh!  Of course!  Silly me! Bacon!  We missed dinner!  Too busy eating each other!  And Edith!  What a tasty treast she was! Let’s get dressed!” she said and bounced out of bed, everything jiggling delightfully. “Do you know I had quite forgotten where we were.  My whole world had just shrunk to you and I in this bed!”

“Love at first sight!  Or lust, as Edith says!”  I stretched luxuriously.  What a gorgeous creature Daisy was!

“Love!” she said and popped back to the bedside and kissed me on the lips. “I think I would like to tie you to the bedstead and use you as my slave.  I could do it to you whenever I liked!”

“You can do it to me whenever you like, anyway!” I replied, sitting up.

“I will!  If Edith will let me!  Oh, what if this was just a single occasion!” she said. “A present from Edith and then she wants you back for herself!  That would be a bugger!” She washed herself perfunctorily with a flannel, dried herself and pulled her chemise on. 

“Not if I can help it!” I said.  I would have to talk to Edith, however.

“I wish I had a clean pair of drawers!” she said, holding hers up and inspecting them, critically. She sniffed them and frowned,

“Do what Edith does and go without!” I said standing up and watching her bustle about in her chemise.

“Good idea!  How naughty!” she said.

“What a lovely girl you are Daisy!  In every way!” I said as she sat on the bed and rolled her stockings on before tightening her garters.  I had an idea for a drawing.

“You are lovely too Edmund.  Quite the loveliest man I’ve ever known!” she looked at me and I laughed.

“Why are you laughing?” she said, standing up.

“Look at your hair!” I said.  She walked over to the dressing table and squealed after looking at herself in the mirror.

“Oh my goodness!  I can’t go down to breakfast looking like this!  I look like...like...like someone who has just been doing it all night!” she laughed and got her comb out of her bag.  She ran it through her hair and squealed again.  “Damn it! It’s full of knots.  Bugger! I need a brush!  Eventually she tied her hair up into a bun and declared that it would have to do.  “What’s the time?”

“Quarter to eight.  Plenty of time for breakfast despite the Euston hair crises of 1912!”

“It’s not funny! It gets all knotted and it will take ages to get right.  I always brush it before bed, not just jump in with my hair still tied up!  Oh dear!  Serves me right for being a slut!”

“You look lovely!” I said.  “And you’re not a slut!”

“I don’t feel lovely.  I feel grubby and messy!” she said looking at herself in the mirror again. “And I am a slut!  A dirty, filthy, disgusting, depraved, perverted slut!  And I love it!”  I relaxed.  I didn’t want her to have some moral crisis and never let me touch her again or, worse, never let me touch her again without getting married.

“You can have a bath after breakfast. Anyway, I like you, however you are!” I said.

“Do you really?  I’m not your girl.  Mrs C is!”  I explained how Edith liked to have a man to amuse her when the Professor was away but now that I was joining him on the expedition she intended to get another man, possibly Britten.  There was no emotional tie between us. “I have done it just for fun without emotional ties, as you call it!” said Daisy. “But, and I don’t want to sound like a predatory female, with you I feel something more! Something other than your massive cock banging into the top end of my cunt anyway!”  She laughed, dirtily.  “Am I being silly?  Or off-putting?  My friend Alice says you shouldn’t get all predatory with men as it scares them off!” 

“Edith is a lady I have been enjoying intimate congress with at her request.  She is Professor Challenor’s woman, not mine”. 

“Intimate congress?  You have been fucking her senseless!” said Daisy, grinning and poking at her hair.

“I don’t have a girl to myself but I’d like you to be her if you want!  I’d be honoured in fact!” I said.

“Shared with Mrs C?  I don’t mind!  After all, maybe I am sharing her with you, now!”

“Maybe you are at that!” I agreed.  She cupped my chin with her hand and kissed me.

“You’re all bristly! If I had a razor I could give you a shave.  I’m very good at it!  I’d sit facing you, on your lap, just dressed in my stockings!”

“That sounds nice! But there is a barber just around the corner.”

“Now help me with my corset!”

We went into the Euston’s very grand dining room and did feel all eyes on us, as we waited to be shown to a table.

“Ah Mr Molloy, how nice of you to join us for breakfast,” said the maître d'hôtel.  “I heard that you stayed overnight.  And Madame, er...Molloy, is it?”

“Thompson.  Miss Thompson.  Yes?” she said.  “What of it?”

“Nothing, miss.  Please follow me!” he said. We were shown to a rather out of the way corner. where they seemed to put the guests eating on their own.

“Everyone is looking at us!” Daisy hissed. 

“Everyone is not!” I said although there had been quite a few glances our way.  “They are probably just looking at a very pretty girl and wondering who the lucky chap is with her!  Everyone loves lovers!”

“You’re so sweet!” she leant across and kissed me on the lips.  The elderly lady at the table next to us. tutted, at such a demonstration in public. “We’re lovers, you know!” Daisy said to her. “We’ve just been making love, in fact!  Upstairs!  All naked!  And we're not married!” The woman stood up and left, giving us both a withering look.

“Daisy!” I said, trying not to laugh.  “Behave!”  A man at the next table, in a nasty brown suit, winked at me.  ‘Never trust a man who wears a brown suit’, my father had said to me once, presciently.

“Some people!” she said.  “Really!  First that woman in the Strand!  Now her!  Just because no-one wants to kiss them!  Now what’s for breakfast?”  She looked at the menu.  “Goodness me!  Everything!”

“Good morning, lovebirds!” said Edith, arriving at our table forty-five minutes later.  “I thought I’d find you in here!”

“Good morning Mrs Challenor,” said Daisy very politely.

“Aren’t you a love, Daisy?  Now, are you discovering interesting things about each other?” she asked, indicating for the waiter to bring her some tea by pointing at our pot.

“I am discovering that Miss Daisy Thompson appears to have a tapeworm, given the amount she has just put away for breakfast!” I said.

“I don’t like missing dinner.  I need to be fed!  I was really hungry! ” she said.

“All that fucking, no doubt!” whispered Edith, patting Daisy’s hand.  “Now, given we are all going down to Lord Hoxton’s tomorrow we had better plan our day!  After breakfast we need to just finalise the shipping paperwork and get things sent up to Liverpool.”

“I have asked the packers to arrive at eleven!” said Daisy.

“Excellent!” said Edith.

“I will finish my latest piece for the Courier!” I said.

“I have put the typewriter on the floor next to the desk. I had to move it when sorting the packing papers this morning.  Daisy, I couldn’t reconcile your figures with the receipts and was getting very frustrated until Edmund found some more receipts on the floor!”

“I did check them three times!” she said, looking concerned.

“Yes I am sure.  They were exactly right!  Well done!” Daisy beamed.  “At eleven fifteen, you and I, Daisy, will go into the room opposite, which I have also booked for tonight and caress each other!  I am keen to try the rubbing that gives tribadism its name in France!  Edmund will remain in the main suite to deal with any problems with the packers.”

“Lovely!” said Daisy.

“Disappointing!” I said.

"We'll tell you all about it afterwards!" said Daisy.

"Some consolation, I suppose!" I said.

“At one o’clock we will all have luncheon downstairs!” continued Edith.

“At two thirty I have to go to the studio of Mr Smaile, one of our photographers, to pick up cameras and film for the expedition,” I said. “Oh, I am afraid, Daisy, I said you would pose for some more pictures for him, in order to expedite the matter!  Part of his price, really. He thinks you are an excellent model!” I had completely forgotten to tell her.

“Oh that will be fun.  I enjoiyed it before!” she smiled.

“He wants you to pose in your underthings!” I started to blush. Edith frowend at me.

“Well that will be amusing for him as I am not wearing drawers!” she said.

“Oh no!  Can’t you put your dirty ones on for the afternoon?” I asked.

“I don’t mind posing without, if you don’t mind and I am sure he won’t mind!” she said.  “I’ve posed for photographs like that before.  For my old boss.  In just my stockings, gloves and a hat with red feathers on it!”

“For one of his catalogues?” I asked, remembering she worked for an intimates clothing company.

“For him to frig himself over, I think!” she replied, cheerfully.  “Bent over, bottom out, legs apart, gripping my ankles; just so the important bits showed!”

“Did he ever...” I began.

“Molest me?  No, he was always a perfect gentleman, which was why I was happy to pose for him!  He was a lovely old man.” said Daisy buttering her fifth piece of toast. I raised an eyebrow and she paused, her buttery knife in the air.

“Doing it makes me awful hungry.  Especially when I am on top doing all the work!” she grinned at Edith and re-commenced buttering her toast.

“Quite right!  Kepp the men beneath you.  As most of them are!  Not you, Edmund! Now when do you think you will be back here after your somehat sordid sounding photographic mission?” asked Edith.

“No earlier than five, I suspect.” I said.

“Good.  You and I will then fuck, Edmund, while Daisy watches or not depending on her wishes!”

“Oh I want to watch!  Definitely!” said Daisy.

 “I will then leave at about six leaving you to do whatever you want overnight!”

“More fucking,” said Daisy.

“Lovely!” said Edith. “There.  A perfectly planned day! Now let’s get the bill!  Chop chop!  Much to do!”

After breakfast I went and got a shave outside the hotel while Edith attended to Daisy’s hair.  I later discovered that the two of them had shared a bath as well and I wished I had been there to observe that. The packers appeared precisely on time, to my surprise, and apart from outrageous flirting with the two women they had been very efficient and had removed everything by twelve thirty, taking it down to the adjoining railway station so it could be despatched to Liverpool where Marguerite was going to supervise its warehousing until the ship sailed. I carried on typing and resisted the urge to listen at the door of the bedroom opposite, to which Edith and Daisy had retired. They reappeared at just before one, looking surprisingly immaculate but slightly flushed. 

“Have fun?”  I asked.

“Very much!” said Edith. 

“It was wonderful!  I’m all tingly!” Daisy grinned at me.  “I’m also starving again!”

"I'm wondering if, perhaps, I do not need to replace you with a man, Edmund when a girl might serve just as entertainingly.  Daisy really does have the most active fingers!" said Edith, picking up the menu.

"Smell!" said Daisy, putting her hand underneath my nose.  The strong scent was unmistakable.

"Smells like someone I know!" I said.  I would have expected that Daisy would have washed her hands afterwards.  Perhaps she really was a dirty girl.  I kissed her fingers to show I didn't care. 

"Shall we have some oysters?" asked Edith.  Daisy burst into fits of giggles.

"I was going to have oxtail soup," I said.

"You can have your oysters later!" said Edith. 

After lunch, Daisy and I set off by taxicab to Smaile’s studio.

“Cabbie, go via Queen’s Road, please!” said Daisy “I need to stop at Whiteleys.” Eventually we pulled up outside the new department store in Bayswater.  “Wait here!” Daisy disappeared inside and came out ten minutes later with a bag.

“What’s in there?” I asked. She opened the bag and showed me. It was ladies underthings, packed in pretty boxes.

“Can’t be grubby!”   She smelled slightly of the Chablis she and Edith had drunk a bottle of at lunchtime.  I hoped that she would behave at Smaile's.  We pulled up outside his studio in Hammersmith and climbed the stairs to the top floor.

“Ah, Ed! How nice to see you and, especially, Miss Thompson again.  I didn’t really expect to see you, Miss!” he said.  “Are you, indeed, ready to pose for me again, miss?”

“Indeed I am, Mr Smaile.  I have some experience in posing for saucy photographs and I have just purchased some lightweight Egyptian cotton underthings, into which I will now change!” said Daisy, removing her hat, coat and gloves. I should have helped her, I realised, but I was anxious as to her behaviour.

“Lovely!”  said Smaile leering at her as she undid her coat buttons. “I’m sure you’ll look lovely, Miss!” he added, rubbing his thighs, disgustingly.

“Cameras and films first, Smaile!” I said, as Daisy looked around the surprisingly large studio. We had been rather in and out before but there were lots of interesting looking props and clothes within it.  It was airy and bright with large windows in the ceiling.  “The Courier must be paying you too much.  This is an impressive place!”

“Hardly, Molloy.  This is all paid for by my special commissions, as it were!”

“Well, you are not going to get too special with Miss Thompson!” I said.

“We’ll see.  Remember what I told you.  I’ll bet you half a crown that she makes the running as regards over exposure!” he said, sniggering.  "Photographer's joke!" he added.  I gave him a pitying look.

“I’ll take your impertinent wager!” I said.

“Anyways, here we are.  I have obtained three cameras for you. This is a Klapp Tropical model plate camera.  It is small, as you can see.” he said, holding up the amber coloured wooden cased camera. “It will take high quality pictures, though.  Ideal for taking that picture of a dinosaur just before it eats you.  Strong enough to survive if you drop it when it closes its jaws around you!” 

“Very anusing, Smaile!”

“Here are the plates." They were about one third larger than a playing card but much thicker. "I’ll show you how it works!”  He did so and I made notes in my notebook.  “Next is this Anastigmat Demaria Frères Modele Colonial tropical camera,” he continued, holding up what looked like a small zinc suitcase.  He did not struggle over the French name, surprisingly. “French, of course, although they have a branch in London. Very popular in Indo-China, so it will work well in the jungle.”

“I am not sure what Professor Challenor will think of his expedition using a French camera,” I laughed.

“The French know their photography, Ed.  I worked in Paris a year meself, learning the craft!”  Smaile continued to surprise me. “Now, lastly, this is a Kodak folding pocket camera,” he said, showing me how the lens telescoped out from the slim case.  “It takes small photos but you can carry it in your jacket pocket, as the name indicates!  This takes film not plates so is much more robust!”  I practised with all three cameras and he showed me how to load the film and plates. "I'm getting you  a bigger plate camera with a tripod to use on the voyage and in the less perilous parts of the expedition.  It will be here first thing tomorrow."

“You’ve done well, here Smaile,” I said, grudgingly.  “These will suit our purposes perfectly and well done for getting them so quickly!”

“I had to pull in a favour or two and cancel a couple of lucrative sittings, hence my compensatory demand regarding your young friend!” he said.  “Where is she, by the way?”

I looked around the studio and Daisy had, indeed, disappeared.  

“Daisy?” I called.

“I am right here gentlemen!” she stepped out from behind a folding screen at the side of the studio.  “I have just changed for my pictures!”  She was wearing her new underthings, white cotton drawers, which seemed  a little tight, I thought, and a camisole decorated with pretty lace.  She also had new white stockings on.

“Goodness me, what a transformation!” said Smaile, rubbing his hands in glee.

“These are lightweight things from Egypt.  I do know where to obtain the nicest underthings.  If I was to join you in Brazil these are what I would wear in the heat!” she turned around so we could admire her.

“Lovely!” said Smaile.

“Yes, you really are!” I said.

“Now where do you want me, Mr Smaile?”

“I will pose you here,” he said pointing at a wooden platform at the far end of the studio.  “I even have a jungle backdrop”.  Above the studio were a large number of roll down backdrops as you would find in a theatre and he counted through them before pulling down a large painted backdrop of palm trees and jungle foliage. Daisy stood in front of it, assumed a very professional looking pose with her hands neatly behind her back and smiled.

“What every under-dressed lady explorer is wearing today!” I said.  The cotton camisole seemed quite sheer.  The shape of Daisy's nipples was visible through the white fabric. Smaile switched on some large electric lamps and efficiently shot several plates of Daisy standing, kneeling and one where she was standing with her back to the lens looking over her shoulder at the camera, an enticing smile on her face.

“What a lovely ar...” began the photographer.

“Smaile!” I said, but the effect of my admonition was rather diluted by Daisy wiggling her bottom at us.

“Put this on!” said Smaile, slipping off to the area behind the folding screen, which was full of racks of clothing, and coming back with a white pith helmet.  Daisy put it on, after sniffing inside it.  “Now you look like a proper explorer!”  She went over to a rack and selected a pale blue chiffon scarf which she tied around the helmet in the manner of a puggaree; the ends of the scarf falling down her back.  He took some more pictures and I have to say that she looked very fetching in the helmet.  It seemed to emphasise her long slim neck.  “Let’s do some clothed ones!” said Smaile. somewhat to my surprise.  He found a long white skirt and a white jacket for her to put on.

“Now you really do look like an explorer!” I said.

“One more thing!” said Smaile.  He crossed the studio and came back with a rifle.

“A Winchester!” I said, recognising it.

“Spot on, Ed.  Didn’t know you knew about guns!” said Smaile, handing it to Daisy.  Daisy looked at it, then pulled the lever underneath right forward to open the chamber so she could  look inside to make sure it was empty, which also cocked the rifle.  She held it up to her shoulder and pointed it at a rather moth eaten tiger head on the wall.  She pulled the trigger so the hammer made a loud click.

“Got you, you dastardly jaguar.  That will teach you for stalking my beloved!” She laughed.

“Looks like you know about guns too, Miss!” said Smaile.

“I used to have a lov...a friend in the army. He took me to Bisley Camp in Surrey.  Do you know it?” asked Daisy, taking aim at random objects in the studio.

“Where the Olympic shooting was in oh eight,” said Smaile.

“Indeed.  I spent an afternoon shooting there.  All very contrary to regulations of course but my...friend was jolly senior so no one cared.  I had lots of lovely officers helping me with my shooting position!” she said.

“I’m sure you did, miss!” said Smaile.

“Of course I had fired a shotgun before, so they were surprised I could take the recoil of my first shot, although I didn’t let on that it hurt like buggery!”

“You have very delicate looking shoulders miss!” said Smaile.  Shoulders I was very glad were now covered by the jacket. 

“Yes.  Still, I hit the target several times.  From eight hundred yards!” she looked proud.

“Sounds like you would be better going on the expedition rather than Ed,” said Smaile.  "I'm sure Lord Hoxton would prefer you.  Can't resist a pretty girl, Lord Hoxton can't and you are rather more than pretty.  Beautiful, yes indeedy!"

“Perhaps I am better equipped!” she said. glancing down at her chest.

“You certainly are that, Miss,” said Smaile, his eyes locked on to Daisy’s bosom.  “Now, Ed, help me pull these plants across!” said Smaile pointing at some brass planters with ferns in.  I dragged them across the studio floor and wished he would stop calling me 'Ed'.  He then shot some pictures of Daisy crouching behind the ferns with her rifle at the ready. “Smithers!” called out Smaile and a youngster of about Daisy’s age appeared from a doorway at the far side of the studio.

“Take these plates and develop and print them.  Let’s see if we can get one or two done before my clients leave, eh?” Smithers looked at Daisy carefully, sniffed and disappeared again.

“It just might be possible depending on how many more we shoot. I know, let’s do a series as if you were taking off more clothes as it gets hotter!”

“Let’s not!” I said.

“Don’t be boring, Edmund!” she said, removing the skirt and jacket.  “If I sat on the floor and took my stockings off?” she asked Smaile, ignoring me completely.

“Perfect!” said Smaile.  He came over to her and sprayed her skin with water from a perfume bottle.  I shook my head as Daisy pulled the leg of her drawers up so high that the top of her stocking and a creamy slice of thigh was revealed. Smaile took a shot of her removing her stocking.

“Mr Smaile do you do photographs of ladies completely undressed?” asked Daisy.

“All the time, Miss.  Naked ladies are just another object to me. Photographed hundreds in Paris.  My job is to make them as pretty as possible!”

“Daisy!” I warned, seeing my half crown disappear before my eyes as Daisy pulled her camisole over her head and dropped it onto a chair. She looked at me challengingly, her magnificent bust on display, standing there in just her drawers.

I expected a lewd comment from Smaile but he just guided Daisy into a couple of poses.  “That’s right, Miss! Kneeling down, leaning forward a little!  Squeeze your arms together a bit!” Her breasts thrust forward, outrageously.  Her pink nipples were completely erect, I noticed. “Now on all fours as if you are hiding from a scary creature!”  Her breasts hung down, distractingly, as she pulled some terrified faces.

“How about I take everything off so we can take a picture for Edmund to take into the jungle to remember me by?”  Before Smaile could even answer she was pushing her drawers down over her hips and revealing her soft, brown floss.

“Can’t think he will have any problems remembering you, miss.  I know I won’t!” said Smaile.  I took a sideways glance at his groin to see if there was any evidence of impure thought but I couldn’t see anything.  Perhaps he really did see Daisy as just another photographic exercise.  Daisy went through a series of standing poses of the artistic variety I had seen on French postcards. Hands on her hips, hands above her head revealing the pale hair under her rarms, hands coyly held in front of her groin.

“You’re not to show any of these to anyone!” I said to him.

“Of course not, Ed.  They are just for me!  I have something of a collection!"  

“I am sure you do!” I said.

"Well I hope we can have some too!" said Daisy.

"Of course! Now one last one, Daisy.  Turn around and look over your shoulder for me,” said Smaile. "like the one you did when dressed."

"Like this? Is that alright, Mr Smaile!"

“Alright?  Superb is the word, Daisy!"

"Miss Thompson, to you, Smaile," I said.

"Daisy is perfectly acceptable, Mr Smaile!" she said, giving me a triumphant look.

"There! All done!” said Smaile, after having released the shutter one final time.

 “That was fun!  When can we see the pictures?” said Daisy.

“I can start immediately.  I should have some done by the early evening."  said Smaile, never taking his eyes off Daisy as she got dressed.  She did not disappear behind the screen to get dressed, I noticed, unlike the life models we had used at art school.  I expected her to put her drawers on first, to cover herself, but she sat in the chair and spent what seemed like an inordinate amount of time putting her stockings on. She kept looking at Smaile and grinning.  He grabbed the Klapp tropical and took a shot of Daisy tightening her garter. "Better check it works, eh Ed?  Shall I have the pictuires sent to the Courier?” 

“Very funny, Smaile!” I said. “Can I collect them first thing tomorrow!  About ten?” I asked.

“Perfect!” he said..  “Thank you, Miss. You are a very good model.  If you ever want to supplement your income by posing for some more pictures, then let me know.  Show as much as you want!”

“That’s enough Smaile!” I said.

“Do you take photographs of couples, Mr Smaile?” asked Daisy.

“Wedding photographs you mean?  When’s the happy day?”

“We are not quite at that stage yet!” I said, wondering if we might one day, be so.

“I was thinking of more intimate pictures," said Daisy.  "Pictures that a couple might enjoy of themselves in a private, personal, situation!  Pictures where their passion for each other is graphically demonstrable!”

“Daisy!” I said.

“If you won’t be shocked Miss, I could show you some!” Smaile disappeared to the edge of the studio and returned with a large black, embossed leather album. “Be prepared, Miss!” he said, setting the album down on a cluttered table.  Daisy opened a page at random.  

“Oh my goodness!” she said.  “Edmund!  Look!  They are actually fu... I mean, well they’re.. well they are fucking, excuse my language Mr Smaile!”

“No offense taken, Miss.  It is a precise description!” said Smaile, looking delighted. 

“Doing it! For the camera. What a thing!” said Daisy.  And doing it the couple in the photograph were.  The man sat on a chair the woman astride him, looking over her shoulder at the photographer.  The man’s member entering her just below her clearly displayed anus.

“Lovely couple they are.  She is a seamstress and he is a coalman.  Husband and wife, well, unofficially anyway. They earn good money posing for these.  They are made into postcards in Paris!” said Smaile, getting rather too close to Daisy for my liking, as she flipped through the pages. “The French girls are nice but I love to find some English roses for my clients in Paris.  Patriotic I am.  Flying the flag for the Empire!”

“Ooh!  Sucking!” said Daisy at the picture of a blonde doing just that.  “And girls together!” she said.  “These are lovely!  Would you be able to do some of Edmund and I?”

“What?  I don’t think so!”  I spluttered.

“So it is acceptable to have me pose naked for Mr Smaile but you won’t do it yourself?” asked Daisy, sharply.

“It was your choice to remove all your clothes!” I said.

“Perhaps Mr Smaile could do some of Edith and I!” said Daisy, turning the pages carefully.  As she lifted the tissue from each page I could not guess what uninhibited poses would be displayed next.

“Do you know of a place called the Babylon Exploration Society,” I asked.  As I looked at a man taking a girl from behind in dog position, while a second girl appeared to be licking up between the cheeks of his buttocks.

“Ah!  One of me best clients! You a member?” asked Smaile.

“No, no,” I added quickly as Daisy looked at me quizzically.

“And what is the Babylon Exploration Sociey, precisely?”

“Oh, something Lord Hoxton mentioned,” I lied.

“Gentleman’s club,” said Smaile.

“I see,” said Daisy. “Do you have any photographs of two men together, Mr Smaile?”

“Daisy!  No!” I said.

“You don’t have to look, Edmund!” said Daisy.

“Well if I did that would be conspiring to facilitate a completely illegal act, Miss.  Go to prison I would!” he said.

“And these are not illegal?” asked Daisy looking at a group of three couples all servicing each other in a complex heap.

“Yes, I’d be in big trouble if the police found these,” he admitted.

“So...?” asked Daisy.

“Wait here Miss!” He disappeared again through a door to what looked like an office.

“Daisy, what are you doing?” I hissed.  “We should leave, not linger here looking at this...this, pornography!”

“Don’t be so Irish, Edmund.  I am getting quite excited looking at this.  You will benefit from it later!”  Smaile returned with another leather-bound album, this one in dark red leather.

“Be prepared, miss!” said Smaile.  Daisy bit her lip, gave me a naughty glance and opened the album.

“Bugger me!” she gasped.

“Technically, Miss, he is buggering the other fellow!” said Smaile.

“Look Edmund!  Look!” said Daisy.

“No thank you.  I am not interested in looking at this perverted behaviour!” I said, tuning away.

“More common than you might think, Ed.  Can charge three time the price too!” said Smaile

“Oh look!” said Daisy.  “I want one like that of you, Edmund. Except yours is bigger!”  I glanced over and saw a photograph of the midsection of a man displaying his erect phallus.  I turned away.

“Don’t worry, Mr Molloy.  My confidentiality is assured.  No word of the identity of my subjects ever gets out. Why, this very weekend I am going to a great country house to photograph all manner of goings on.  I have done so for some years!  Pays very well indeed.  Enables me to travel to Cannes for the summer and take photos there.  Lovely girls in Cannes.  Any scandal or revelation on my part would be a disaster.  Wouldn’t want to risk that.  No, indeedy!”

“This country house wouldn’t be in Hampshire would it?” I said, feeling sick.

“It might be.  It might not!”

“It wouldn’t be the house of someone with whom I currently have a close association” I asked.

“Well, as I say, I never reveal such information!” said Smaile.

“Well perhaps we may see you at the weekend,” said Daisy.

“Perhaps you will, Miss!”

I paid Smaile for the cameras and the films and added my half crown for a bet well and truly lost.  Just as we were about to leave Smithers reappeared, holding a large print on card in a brown mount.

“I miss me mum!” he said to Daisy, mournfully.

“Poor Smithers is the son of my cousin.  She died two years ago and I have taken him in.  He is a bit slow but is a truly excellent printmaker!” said Smaile.

“That is very kind of you, Mr Smaile,” said Daisy.

“Now which one have you chosen, Smithers?” said Smaile.  Ah! Perfect choice!”  It was the one of Daisy in her underthings looking over her shoulder at the camera, smiling, with her drawers tight across her posterior.

“Lovely arse!” said Smithers.

“Thank you Smithers!  How kind!” said Daisy.  The boy beamed and picked his nose. We left the studio to head to the Courier's offices on Fleet Street.

Chapter 16: “What a delightfully attentive girl you are, Daisy!”

A washstand

Edmund Molloy, a journalist due to accompany Professor Challenor's expedition to a lost plateau in South America, has been having an affair with the professor's wife, Edith.  The new expedition clerk, Daisy Thompson, has caught Molloy and Edith engaged in an intimate act.  Edith suggests to Daisy that the three of them proceed together.



In truth, when Edith had first indicated that she wanted to lure Daisy into our sexual games, I never dreamt that it would, in fact, actually ever happen.  Well, of course, I did dream about it, frigging furiously as my imagination worked to its utmost but, following my discussion with Britten, I knew it was just that; a dream.  Now, however, I found myself lying on some blankets on the floor of a bedroom of the Euston Hotel, supporting myself on my elbows watching as Edith Challenor and Daisy Thompson, a girl half her age, gorged themselves on my throbbing manhood. 

“Schlurph!” went Daisy, as she pulled her head off my knob, thick gobs of saliva pouring from her mouth and running down my shaft to soak my balls. 

“Hmblm!” went Edith, as Daisy held my cock upright and Edith enveloped my slick glans with her mouth.  They had been passing me between themselves, like a shared stick of rock on Brighton Pier, as they knelt each side of my hips and I watched them with delighted disbelief.  Daisy had shown no sense of embarrassment or tentativeness at the beginning of our joint exploration of pleasure.  She could not keep her delicate hand off my manhood; gently rubbing it whilst Edith caressed me and kissed me upon the mouth.  I lay on the blanket as these two gorgeous creatures positively worshipped my body.  My only concern being that I might spend prematurely and spoil my enjoyment, although not theirs.  It soon became apparent that if I were not there the two women would have an intimate episode with each other.

It was Daisy who initiated the first kiss with Edith, holding her chin and kissing her tenderly.  I watched as Edith got patently aroused by this and responded enthusiastically, their two mouths clamped together, their tongues working furiously.  Daisy, placed a hand on Edith’s breast and squeezed gently.  Edith reciprocated.  For a moment I was forgotten as the two women paid attention to each other’s breasts.  I did think it amusing that Edith had shown such determination to seduce Daisy whereas, in fact, from where I lay between them, it seemed to be Diasy who was very much taking the lead, confidently moving her hands over Edith's lush body.

 “Lovely titties, Mrs C!” said Daisy, pulling at Edith’s erect nipples. “My cousin didn’t have much up top!  Such fun to play with yours!" 

“Yours are gorgeous too!” said Edith. I watched in delight as these two lovely women kissed and caressed each other. Daisy dipped her head down and started to lick one of Edith’s nipples. “Ooh Daisy!” said Edith. 

“Mmm!” said Daisy. I reached down and stroked her soft flank.  She glanced at me, her eyes twinkling naughtily.  Yes, it was very clear who was in charge.

Now however, some minutes later, they were both orally attending to my manhood. They began to alternate a few bobbing movements on my cock, then one would pull off me and they would kiss each other, wetly, and pass the baton, so to speak, to the other.  In the interim passages, when they were kissing each other, both had their slender hands enveloping my manhood and gently rubbing it up and down. As if a reminder that I was still there and their absorbtion in each other had not become total.  

“And now, Daisy, with your permission I am going to fuck him!” said Edith. Daisy looked up at me and licked her lips.

 “Really?  You are actually going to do it in front of me?"  Daisy looked excited rather than alarmed by the prospect.  “How terrific!”

“Unless you do not wish to observe Edmund’s magnificent, curved cock thrusting into my sopping cunt!” said Edith.

"No permission needed on my part, Mrs C!  Do please fuck away!” laughed Daisy. 

“I shall proceed with all despatch, then!” said Edith. “Now, if you would be so kind as to hold him in a vertical position,” said Edith. “I would suggest you kneel between his knees.” Daisy did so, as I spread my legs to allow her access. I closed my legs again slightly so I could enjoy the feeling of her naked thighs against my skin.  Just this contact, if it were even possible, seemed to send even more blood coursing into my throbbing manhood.  Edith stood astride my hips and then squatted down. I could not see Daisy, just her delicate fingers grasping my member, between Edith’s thighs. Gently, Edith settled upon me, my cock held erect by Daisy’s soft hand.  Edith was sopping wet and burning hot, her juices already running down my column and leaving wet trails even while only my knob was inside her. 

“Bloody hell!” said Daisy, removing her hand as Edith settled down upon me completley, our intimate hair enmeshed. “How on earth do you take that?” 

“My husband, while not quite as long as Edmund has similar girth!” said Edith. She looked down at me and winked.  I cupped her breasts and squeezed. “Also, we have had some practice of late!” she laughed and Daisy giggled.

“Ooh he is right up your cunny, Mrs C. You are all pink and stretched!” Edith lifted herself up and I watched, fascinated as ever, as my slick member emerged, once more, from her hot pocket.  “Oh my God!  Look at it!” squealed Daisy. 

“Somewhat difficult from this angle, Daisy!” said Edith. 

“I have a most pleasing view, however!” I observed. 

“Where? Let me see!” said Daisy, appearing from behind Edith. She knelt next to me and rested her head on my belly. “Out it comes and in it goes!” she said. She turned her head to look at me and gave me a smile before resuming her observations. “So much cream coming out of you, Mrs C! Thick and white!” Daisy moved her head down and I felt her tongue on my shaft as she lapped up Edith’s juices.  Edith stroked the back of Daisy’s neck. 

“What a delightfully attentive girl you are, Daisy!” said Edith. 

“You taste, lovely, Mrs C. Like oysters!” 

“How amusing, I was discussing with Edmund the other day that that was what you would taste like!  Do you like oysters, Daisy?” 

“Very much, Mrs C. Always thought they were a bit, well, cunty!” 

“Oh!” said Edith. “Do that again!” I could here Daisy’s tongue lapping away. She then pulled her head back and gave me a wet kiss which tasted of Edith’s cunny. Edith renewed her up and down movements and increased her speed so that her breasts began that delightful unfettered bouncing that I enjoyed watching so much. Daisy watched the whole penetrative process with fascination. 

“Fucking!” she sighed. “The best thing in all the world!” I tentatively stroked Daisy's haunch as she knelt next to my chest. I was desperate to explore her outrageously constructed body but this situation had come along so quickly I felt somewhat left behind.  The two women's shared intimacy had developed in a matter of minutes.  I thought of how nervous I was with Hoshimi that first time but this was even more of a difficult and complex situation.  I thoroughly enjoyed my intimate time with Edith but Daisy was such an appealing girl that I would have happily pursued her for years on the mere slight possibility of just seeing her naked or stroking her bare skin.  Yet, only a week or so after we had first met, here she was, kneeling naked next to my chest, her hand between her legs, gently frigging herself.

“OOOoooh!” said Edith, after some minutes and I felt her loins flood as she settled down on me and stopped moving. 

“Ah!” I grunted and started to spend inside her with some force. 

"have you just come inside her?" asked Daisy, who still had her fingers in her crotch.

"Indeed so!" I said.

"Terrific!" said Daisy.

We all stayed immobile for a minute or two. Edith’s breathing returning to normal. Edith extended a leg to stretch it. 

“This squatting position does enable delightfully rapid bouncing but it is somewhat hard on the knees of one who will not see forty again!” said Edith. She laughed and extended the other leg so that she was now sitting upon me. Daisy wriggled out of the way.  She leant forward and kissed Edith’s thigh. 

“You’d never know your age to look sat you, Mrs C,” said Daisy. “You have a marvellous body!” 

“Thank you, dear Daisy, although I miss the days when my bosom was as firm and high as yours!” Edith stroked one of Daisy’s globes. I was finding this mutual breast worship quite distracting.  “And now, as ever, for the somewhat messy part!” she put her feet under her and squatted once more before standing up astride my hips. As she started to stand up, a significant flow left her parts and dripped onto my lower stomach. 

“Is that Edmund’s?” asked Daisy, putting her index finger in a small pool on my belly. 

“Mixed with some of my own emissions of course!” said Edith. "I am barren, so this is my one compensation!  It is a fine compensation, however!" Daisy leant forward and started to lick it off me. 

“Oooh!” I gasped as her tongue touched my tip, where Edith’s initial expectoration had dropped upon me. She pulled back in alarm. ”Sorry Daisy. Just a bit sensitive for a few minutes!” 

“Of course! Sorry! Forgotten about that!  Sensitive because it’s just been spurting inside Mrs C. When you were…fucking!”

“It is a particularly satisfying word, is it not Daisy?  I have only recently started using it myself and now it too, is my favourite. With cunt, perhaps!”  Daisy laughed and tickled Edith’s parts with the tips of her fingers. 

“Now I think that I am in need of a paper tissue as I am dribbling down my thigh. Why don’t you and Edmund practice some more kissing?” Daisy lay on top of me and we kissed rather tenderly, her hand cupping my ballocks.  The bedroom contained a large, ornate marble topped nightstand although the ewer and basin has been moved to the floor as Edith was planning to use the surface for storing  the boxed theodolite which she felt would be safer than leaving it on the floor as she kept tripping over 'the bloody thing'.  Edith  removed some toilet tissues from the drawer and the pot from the cupboard.  She stood, her legs apart, and held the pot between her thighs, smiling at me as she pissed.

"You're not shy are you. Mrs C?" said Daisy, sitting back with her arms supporting her behind and her thighs spread.  Nieiher are you, Daisy, I thought looking at her assertively presented breasts and sex.

"We all have to piss, Daisy!" said Edith, adding a final squirt.  "When we have been so intimate there is little point in being modest as regards pissing, I feel.  Now let us watch Edmund give forth.  He always pees like a donkey after he has spent!"  Edith held out the pot for me.

"Edith!"  I said, embarrassed.  Urinating in front of one's lover was one thing but in front of Daisy? But then I had just been taken by Edith in front of her, so what was I concerned about?

"I'll hold it for you!" said Daisy, brightly.  "Like I did for my Great Uncle Frank!   He needed to go after coming too!” Edith laughed.  I relented and added my water to that of Edith. "I like watching men piss!" said Daisy, when I had finished. "Women too, Mrs C!"

"You really are a most entertaining girl, Daisy!"said Edith.

Edith replaced the pot in the nightstand, after Daisy had declined, disappointingly, to use it and the three of us indulged in a very satisfying mutual kissing and caressing session upon the blankets. Edith was lying on her side next to us and I glanced down to watch Daisy starting to probe Edith’s sex. 

“On your back, Mrs C!” ordered Daisy.

"Edmund, you will observe us but not interact with us at this point!" said Edith.  "You may frig yourself, as you seem to be at the point of regaining your tumescence!" I would rather have carried on with the two ladies but Edith had been clear that things were supposed to happen in a certain order and she was not a woman to be denied anything.

I sat up and watched Daisy kiss and lick every part of Edith’s ripe body. Although I have said what a fine body Edith has, it was apparent to me then that Daisy’s, because of her age, was just that bit more well defined; her curves somewhat sharper. I leant against the wall watching as Daisy parted Edith’s thighs and started to kiss the inside of her legs.  She began stroking Edith between her legs and I watched as Edith tensed, slightly, as Daisy penetrated her with her fingers.

“Alright, Mrs C?”

“Bloody marvellous, Daisy!  Oh!  You know what you are doing there!”  Ediths hips started to move to match the actions of Daisy’s thrusts.  Then Daisy kept her arm still but I could see the tendodns in her wrist still flexing as she obviously stroked Edith inside.  “Oh!” gasped Edith and I could tell she had come again. 

“I thought I was juicy, Mrs C, but you come like a cataract!”  Daisy did not stop her stimulation of Edith;s nether regions, however and removing her glistening fingers, applied her mouth to Edith’s parts, causing Edith to gasp and grab the younger head, clasping her cheeks.

I have previously described the lascivious scenes within the Babylon Exploration Society when I first watched two ladies perform intimate acts of love upon each other.  That was, however much Anna and Bettina had enjoyed each other, very much in the manner of a performance.  What took place before me in the Euston Hotel that evening was so much more arousing because of my friendship with the two women involved and their singular concentration upon the other's pleasure.  This was something that they did for each other, not for me.  As a voyeuristic observer my delight was complete. I sat slightly behind Daisy and my principal view was of Daisy's superb posterior.  Her ladies parts seemed to burst forth from her mound like a spilt fig, her ring-like anus was set within a dark patch of skin, fringed by pale hairs.  My finger tingled as I looked at it.  What pleasure to thrust my digit into her tight little sphincter, I thought.  I started to become fully erect once more.  The wet lapping sound continued as Edith’s hips began to buck and churn.

“Jesus Christ. Daisy!” cried Edith, at last. Daisy knelt up between Edith’s spread thighs, giving me a view of the older woman's groin. Edith’s parts were red and swollen and glistening wet. A trickle of white ran from her entrance, down over her perineum and across her anus. Daisy looked over her shoulder at me, her chin glistening, and winked, before leaning down to lick it up. “Twice in such a short time!  In addition to Edmund’s splendid effort!”

“Five is my record with my cousin Poppy, Mrs C.  Nearly expired she did!” laughed Daisy.

“I am not surprised!” laughed Edith. 

“Now, Mrs C, I’d really like you to play with me for a time!”  By the time Edith was attending to Daisy’s body in similar manner I was gently frigging myself.

"Bloody hell, Mrs C.  Are you sure you haven't done this before.  A natural you are!" said Daisy, who was caressing her superb bubbies whilst watching Edith's head, intently. Edith’s long unbound hair was spread across Daisy’s hips like a silk scarf.  Daisy still had her hair tied up in a chignon but it was starting to look in some disarray.

“Such a lovely taste!” said Edith, surfacing, like a pearl diver, her lips wet with Daisy’s essence. “Such heat and softness and wetness.  It is everything I had dreamed and more!”

“Do you dream of cunt a lot, Mrs C?”

“I have of yours, over the last week, dearest Daisy!”

“Come and taste, Edmund!  Ignore what I said earlier; this is a treat to be shared!” I crawled over to where Edith knelt between Daisy’s legs. Daisy opened her legs even further so that we could both squeeze between her firm thighs.

“Daisy? Is it alright?  I mean...if you don’t want to...” I looked at her nervously. She was tugging at her nipples..

“Get to it, Edmund! Tongue at the ready!” she answered. I moved my face towards her brown moss which was sprinkled with drops of liquid like sparkling diamonds. Her female parts were prominent, especially her clitoris, which was the largest I had observed to that date. Her pink bud protruded from the hood like the tip of a pink, wet earthworm.  I spread her fleshy labia, gently, with my fingers and thrust my tongue into her salty wetness.

“Oh!” she sighed. "Edmund!" Edith slid in next to me and soon we were both licking away at Daisy’s lovely sex. I turned my face briefly towards Edith’s and we shared a delicious Daisy flavoured kiss. 

“Now take her! Fuck her!” urged Edith. She climbed over Daisy’s thigh and knelt at her hip.

“I don’t know.  Isn’t it rather soon?” I mumbled. "I mean. I don't really know you very well and..."

“No! Not soon enough!” said Daisy, extending her hand downwards towards my throbbing phallus. I am afraid that, rather disgracefully, I thought about Lord Hoxton’s comment about getting my score up, rather than about any emotional consequences of embarking on a relationship with another woman. I climbed forward over Daisy’s body and rested on my elbows. “Oh Edmund! Please!” she sighed. I felt her hand on my manhood. “But gently!” she urged. I slowly slid my knob into her entrance and pushed several inches inside her.  “Good God!” she said.

“Shall I withdraw?”! I asked, anxiously.

“No! No! No!” she said. I took my time until I was all the way in. “I can feel it! Against my womb entrance!” she said. “I am filled!  What a thing!”

“It certainly is!” laughed Edith.

“Start moving!” said Daisy.  My biggest issue was that I felt ready to spend already. Up inside Daisy; gazing down at that lovely face and those big, beautiful breasts, having watched her engaged in the most lascivious actions with Edith. I slid in and out several times but, oddly, I was not really enjoying it, as I was so anxious about emptying my ballocks precipitously.  I concentrated on not being excited, which was rather difficult to do with Daisy kissing me and stroking my posterior. I felt Edith's fingernails scratch my ballocks.  It was hopeless!

“Oh Daisy! I am so sorry!” I gasped, a few seconds later, as I pulled out of her and spurted (Well dribbled, in truth) all over her belly

“Mmm. Lovely!” she said rubbing my semen into her pale skin. “Spunk! That’s what my brothers called it.   Spunk!  I swallowed a lot of theirs when I was a girl!  Straight from their throbbing cocks!”

“What?” I asked but she did not elucidate. She grinned up at me and I smiled back, feeling rather embarrassed about the rapidity of our coming into a situation where I was rogering her and then equally embarrassed over the fact that my performance was not up to my usual standards.

"That was a quick one!  He usually has rather more stamina!" observed Edith, kissing me and then Daisy as she lay on the floor.

"Men always come quick with me the first time!" said Daisy. "It's my titties, I think!"

"I am not surprised!" I said, kneeling back on my heels, between her thighs and feasting my eyes on her glorious body.  Daisy sat up, her breasts quivering as she did so.

“That’s why I like older men.  No offence, Edmund!”

“None taken, Daisy.  If we ever have the opportunity for another such intimate session I will endeavour to be more satisfactory, to be sure!”

“Another such intimate session?  Are you joking?   I was hoping for another one tonight, although I wish we had a bed. We could all cuddle up together!” said Daisy. "This floor is bloody hard!"

“Unfortunately, I must be off home,” said Edith. “Even George will notice if I don’t come home at all!” She stood up. “Why don’t you two get a room here? I know, I’ll book you one now. Wait here!” She got up and went next door and we could hear her dressing and then leaving the room. I lay next to Daisy and she snuggled in close, her body moulding itself into mine.

“When I first saw you, in the lobby of the Great Northern, I never dreamt we would be cuddled up together naked, having had well, you know, well, a fuck,” she laughed,“ just two weeks later. Well, perhaps I did dream it! And I caressed myself thinking about it!” She kissed me and we lay in silence.  Edith returned shortly afterwards and came in swinging a large brass key fob.

 “Look at you two on the floor!  Don't you look sweet!  Time to get into a nice soft bed, just across the corridor. If I watch out for you, you can run across naked and don’t need to get dressed.

“Thank you Mrs C!” said Daisy standing up.

“Now goodnight lovebirds. Thank you both for a wonderful time.  Back to work at nine tomorrow!” She kissed Daisy on the lips and then myself. She still tasted of Daisy’s cunny. Edith went out of the room and unlocked the door of the room she had just reserved, which was diagonally opposite. She opened the door and Daisy and I sprinted across, holding our clothes and laughing. Edith passed us a small bag. “I did manage to get one toothbrush and some powder between you. I’m sure you won’t mind sharing. Goodnight you two!” She waved and was gone.  I watched, from behind the door, at her retreating form.

Had this whole episode been in the nature of a gentle transfer?  Edith had indicated her intention that Daisy would join our games but I felt, rather, that Edith had used this exciting evening to say that she was no longer mine and that I was now given to Daisy.  Were we really lovebirds?  I certainly felt great affection for Daisy and had been finding her company more and more enjoyable over the previous week or so.  I had realised that when I went to the Euston it was really now Daisy I was looking forward to seeing, rather than Edith.  Was all passion so fleeting that Edith could seemingly happily watch me rutting with another women?  Had I overestimated my position in her life?  I really was just a plaything.  Just a cock.  I had to be realistic.  Edith was older than my mother and she was married to the infamous Professor Challenor.  There really was no future for us.  I felt a sense of loss for something wonderful that had passed. Like the last day of a summer holiday. What happy memories but what sadness tinged one's thoughts at the return to usual life.  Except now I was faced with another opportunity, perhaps.  Or was Daisy, I thought cruelly, just a trollop who would lie with whoever she pleased.  What would happen now?  I worried about Hoxton’s birthday party again.  Would both these women abandon me for lascivious encounters, leaving me alone to seek comfort with prostitutes once more. Would I be like Britten, except without the finances to slake my lust.

“Are you alright, Edmund?  You appear preoccupied!" I realised I had been staring at the closed door.  I turned and saw Daisy squatting over the chamber pot, supporting herself with one hand on the nightstand,, urinating.  I must have looked surprised.  “I’m not shy. I had three brothers and we were in one room!” She grinned. She took some paper from the cupboard in the nightstand.  She wiped between her legs and I felt embarrassed for some unfathomable reason.

"They do have proper bathrooms down the corridor!" I said.

"Can't be bothered to get dressed again!"  We washed briefly using the ewer and bowl in the room, cleaned our teeth perfunctorily and then, after switching the light off slipped naked into bed. We lay on our sides and she lay behind me.  She reached over my middle to cup my penis and balls. She kept kissing my neck.

“Did you really drink your brothers' spunk or were you just teasing us?”  I asked at last, as she started to massage me.  She was now slowly stroking my length and I was getting stiff again.

“Shall I tell you the whole story?” she asked.

“Yes!” I replied, sighing with pleasure.

 “I have three brothers; Jim, Bob and Will They are one, two and three years older than me. We all slept in the same room from when we were born. At least there was room for a small bed each. We always changed, washed, pissed and even shit in front of each other. We had no choice. We didn't have a bathroom.  My family were quite poor. Although we had two bedrooms and a little parlour so we weren't the lowest.  Then, when I was thirteen, or almost, I noticed that my brothers were doing something to themselves under the covers at night. I could hear them making these noises and then they would stop. Beating noises against the bedclothes.  One night I jumped out of bed and whipped the covers off my brother Jim, who was a year older than me. Of course he was frigging himself but I was worried for him as his thing had got all big and looked swollen. Not as big as yours, of course!” she said giving me an extra couple of quick strokes. “Well, I was so concerned, that Bob, my middle brother, explained that it was just something that boys did when they got older. Their things got stiff and massaging it meant they could go back to normal. I knew that they were becoming men and had hair around their parts and I was growing hair too and little breasts. They hadn’t got like this yet!”

“They’re lovely! I haven’t given them the attention they deserve yet!” She rubbed them against my back.

“Well, I asked them if I could help.  Help by massaging their pricks, as they called them.”

“And they said yes?” I asked.

“They said yes! I started on Jim the next evening. We left some candles on so I could see properly. I wasn’t very good at first. Too slow and not hard enough! Anyway, Will, the oldest brother, who was fifteen, took off his nightshirt and showed me how to do it. I thought it was such a lovely thing, his hand beating away on his lovely prick. Well I set too on Jim again, this time much faster and squeezing harder and then, to my amazement...”

 “He spent!” I said.

“He spent everywhere! Spurting and spurting. He was lying in the bed and it shot up about three feet. All in my hair, over my face and spattering my nightdress. Spunk! Lovely spunk! Well, then I had to do the other two so I took my nightdress off to do them and they shot all over me too. I was drenched in spunk and I rubbed it into my skin like I did earlier. Well after that they wanted to do it more and more. They didn’t ask again for a week and I later found out that Will had told them not to ask as it was wrong. But later I heard Bob doing himself again so I jumped out of bed to help him. I was cross with him that he hadn’t asked for my help. Soon the others were asking for it again!”

“How long did this go on for” I asked.

“Months! At least once a week, twice or three times in the spring when they seemed to need it more often! Sometimes every night! I got very good at it and could get them to come within a minute or two but then they started to ask me to make it last longer. I got good at that too!  I would do the three of them together, lying across one of the beds with their nightshirts up and their lovely stiff pricks on display.  I would start on one, although I never let them know who!  Sometimes the middle sometimes left or right.  I think the anticipation was part of the fun for them!  They always lay in age order: Jim on the left, Bob in the middle and Will on the right.  When I sensed one getting close I would stop and move on to the other.  I would see how long I could keep them going.  Like plate spinning at the circus!”  She laughed.

“They never tried to do anything to you? Were you always naked?”

“Yes. I didn’t want spunk on my nightdress. They didn’t do anything to me for ages but my titties started to get bigger and they noticed that! It was Jim who first asked to come between them. I would do him and at the last minute lean forward and push him between my bulging breasts. He would come all over them. I loved that. I started to feel little tingles in my nipples and down below I started to get wet. When I first started doing them it wasn’t about sex. Not on my part anyway. Just a nice massage, like you would get in a Turkish bath.  I didn’t say anything about me starting to get aroused, though. One day, Jim suggested I lie on his bed and he put his prick between my titties and he started to thrust and I held them around his shaft and he went faster and faster and then came between them. So of course they all wanted to try that! But Jim liked it the best. The others couldn’t always come like that but Jim always did.  I was getting very excited at that.  All that bodily contact!  Well you can guess what came next!”

“Tell me anyway!” I said.

 “I’m going to caress myself now. Can I let go of your prick?  I’m all excited!”

“Please do,” I said. “If you keep stroking me like that I am going to spend myself and then I will have to lie in a wet patch!”  Daisy giggled and kissed my shoulder.

“Well one day I was in the room on my own and Bob came in. The rest of the family were out at the market. Bob said he was all stiff and uncomfortable and could I do something about it. He pulled his trousers and drawers down. He stood in front of me and I was sat on the bed with my book. His thing was right in front of my face so I put my book down and leant forward and kissed the end of his knob.   I don't know what made me do that!  Well then he wanted me to do it again. So I kissed it again. And again. And then I licked it, as it was so soft and warm and then I put my mouth over his purple plum. That’s what I called it. And he came in my mouth as quick as that. His lovely spunk inside my mouth! So I swallowed it!  I never told the others and neither did he but sometimes we got the chance to do it again and then he started to push in and out of my mouth and I learnt to copy the movement and move my head so it slid in and out of my mouth and soon we got really good at it. I loved drinking his spunk! Then I learnt to play with myself.  After I had made them come I would put my nightdress back on and lay in the dark and feel the wetness below with a finger. I had my little bud and soon found out that if I tickled it, it felt really nice. I was very quiet and still, though. I don’t think they ever knew what I was doing.”

“How long did all this go on for” I asked. I was aware of her arm moving, behind me.

“Another six months. In that time my other brothers caught me sucking on Bob’s prick one day.  So then they all wanted to try it then.   From then on I stopped doing them by hand as they just wanted me to suck them.  They still all lay on the bed in a line though!  It's quite funny when I think of it now!  That really used to get me excited and Will commented on the fact that when I did it I started to smell all musky. I think he knew what was going on with me more than the other two.”

“So did it stop? Did they leave home?” I asked.

“One weekend we went to stay with my uncle and aunt,” continued Daisy.  “They had three spare rooms, so my parents were in one room and the boys were in another. I had to go in a third all on my own. I was lonely but my aunt told my parents that it was wrong that a girl my age should share with my brothers. I didn’t think it was wrong.  I thought it was nice!  Anyway, I was alone in bed feeling all miserable. I couldn’t sleep so I started to stroke myself.  I had started to do this more and more. Especially before my monthlies.  Then I heard the door creak open and I froze, my hand between my legs. It was pitch dark but I felt someone climb into bed with me. 'Hello little princess!' he said. It was my eldest brother, Will. He always called me that, as my book was about a princess and I loved him for it. He asked me how I was and I told him I was miserable and lonely. He kissed me on the lips and I liked that so I kissed him back. I reached down under his nightshirt and he was all stiff, so I started to stroke him. He pushed my legs apart and my nightdress up and put his hand between my legs and it felt wonderful! He stroked me there and I gave out a little moan, which encouraged him to do more. Then he gently climbed on top of me and I felt his prick nuzzling against my pussy!”

"No! He didn’t!” I said, shocked.

“I think he wanted to but stopped himself!”

“Thank goodness!” I said.

“So I gripped him, pushed my hips up and he slid right in. It didn't hurt or anything.  I had a sudden understanding of what his thing was for and what my thing was for.  It all became clear and as he started to thrust gently inside me I could feel I was getting wetter and wetter.  He moved quicker and I clamped my legs around his back.. He undid the front of my nightdress and started to lick my titties.  I was in heaven! Then I came!  I didn’t know what it was at the time but it boiled up inside me and seemed to spread over my whole body and I wanted to cry out but couldn’t and my thighs were shaking and then I felt him spurt inside me. And spurt and spurt. And we kissed and we were happy!”

“Good God! But it was incest!” I said, appalled but excited. 

“I didn’t know that then. I just knew that it was something really nice and loving from my brother,” she said rolling onto her back. “I have thought about it since, of course and thought that when you lose your virginity what better way than to a kind and gentle family member, rather than some stranger?”

“Never thought about it like that! Did it happen again? Did it happen with your other brothers?”

“Only Will. He came back the following night and I was ready for him; all wet and naked. I started off by sucking his prick and frigging him. I did all my tricks!  Then he opened my legs and started to lick me there. It was just heaven. I came and was disappointed that it had come so quickly but then, of course, I discovered, when he entered me, how, unlike boys, girls could come again straight away.”

“So he took you again?”

“Yes and we lay together for some time and then I got him stiff again and he took me again. And I came again!” I rolled over to face her but couldn’t make out her features in the dark. I slid my hand down over her arm to the hand that was caressing herself and I stroked its back. She moved forward to kiss me. “You can take me again now!” she said so I slid on top of her and did.